#you like it

[melon-cream-enmu]

Cw noncon, 'public' sex (the mall is closed, security cameras most likely don't work, there's probably no one there, but that's not 100% assured), slight bodily injury, stalking, implied kidnapping

It's cold. So cold. The air is cold. The lights are cold. The colors of the tile and walls are cold. You feel cold, but the body pressed against yours is hot.

Hot as they grip your wrists tightly behind your back, hot as their hand covers your mouth roughly, hot as they breathe on your neck and press themselves so close to you. Even when they inhale deeply, whether to catch their breath from your struggle or to smell you, it's too hot.

A day at the mall. Walking, enjoying the feel of the building, doing something you love to do, today was special. Nothing expensive or even all that impressive, but it's a break from the normal drone of your daily life, which made it special all the same. The last you checked it was an hour til close. It must be past that now, you think as you tremble in their hold. Someone will find you, there has to be people who check the mall at night for people. You can't help but fuss in their hold.

"Shh, stop it. Stop." Their grip becomes unbearable, grinding your hands into your back, between your shoulder blades. You try to be quiet but a pitiful sob hiccups from your throat. "No one's gonna find us. You know just like I do that no one cares." You tear up, they may be right. "This place is dying, they don't care to look for stragglers at the end of the night." They're breath shocks warmth into your body when it brushes your ear. "As far as we know, it's just you...and me."

They press even closer to you and their chest rises as they breathe in with their lips pressed to your skin. All you can do is cry when you feel what you very easily can understand is their dick pressing against your ass. Their chest shudders against your back, and their groan sounds so much louder than it truly must be. You stumble as they grind against you but it doesn't stop them. They just keep going, moaning in your ear and pulling you back to them.

After a moment, they stop. They're breathing heavily, and as you hear your nose wheezing, so are you. The lights are buzzing almost painfully loud. "Cmon..." They stutter out as they nudge you slightly, letting go of your mouth and wrists, wrenching you forward as they pull you along. It takes one unsettling look from them to keep you from screaming. It's a look you don't understand, but it frightens you all the same.

Your heart beats in your ears as they hurriedly walk this way and that through the mall. The mall you know very well, you recognize each section you walk through. Lights are turned low or turned off completely, the few stores that remain are shuttered for the night. The further you go, the fewer stores there are, until there are none left, an entire wing of empty stores and open floor. They slow to a stop and look around, almost as if they're admiring the place.

It's empty, serene, the feeling you loved now fills you with dread. You freeze when they turn to you, you want to pull away but you can't. You can't pull away as they step closer, when they look at you in that way, when they lean their face into yours.

They're kissing you. Shaking, groaning, grabbing at your body as their tongue prods at your lips. You shake your head and push at them in an attempt to stop them but all you accomplish is having your wrists taken in their grasp once more and a harsh grip on the back of your neck. They squeeze, digging their nails into your skin and you relent, ceasing your resisting and parting your lips. Sloppy, that's how you'd describe their tongue searching every part of your mouth they can reach. "Fuck...(Y/n)."

You fight against them, jerking and trying to wrestle free. You whimper and whine and try to cry out, fear finally pushing your body from 'freeze' to 'flight', but being constrained only sends you further into a panic. Why do they know your name? Who is this, why is this happening?! Your shoes squeak on the floor as you desperately try and push away, but you slip and fall back, unwillingly taking them with you.

Your ears ring for a moment when your head lands harshly on the old linoleum floor, the sound soon becoming your heartbeat throbbing in your ears. You're left slightly disoriented, and your mind's desperate attempts to leave the situation leave you swimming in and out of denial of your reality. You feel yourself being pulled and pushed, your skin feels colder and colder until warmth blooms on your chest.

Wet, warm, and moving. They're dragging their tongue over your now exposed breast, then sucking and pulling your nipple in their mouth. You hear the faint sound of fabric being bunched up. "You're so perfect. You're..." They shudder against you, "You're everything I dreamed you would be." Their hand smoothing down your body and between your legs makes you flinch, and you grit your teeth when their fingers part your lips. They're being rough, poking and pushing and rubbing in ways you don't like. They grow bored of it, or maybe they desire something more, because they shift down your body and part your legs. Their breathing is ragged and intense on your sex and they watch mesmerized as they part your lips slowly. You want to cry, it's humiliating. Being held open and gawked at in this way.

"Perfect..." Their nose presses into your mound and you feel their lips move on your skin and they speak, voice muffled. "Your pussy's so pretty." Wet, open mouthed kisses are sloppily pressed to your hole and deep shaky exhales follow deep desperate inhales as they breathe in the scent of you. Your ears pick up noise but your heart beating so loud is keeping you from understanding what it is.

You're hurting. Your head hurts, your chest hurts, your throat hurts. As they tower over you once more, your insides hurt as they force themself inside you. Their groan of ecstacy is louder than your whine of pain, and the string of slurred praise from their lips wavers as they fuck you, making your body accept them whether it wants to or not.

"Oh god, you fe...f-feel so good. I know it hurts, but...but I know you can take it." They choke on a moan and gulp down spit loudly. "I know you can take me." They stare down at your exposed skin, your tummy and tits bouncing harshly in response to their violent thrusts. You've calmed down, that's good. Maybe they can...they can. As their hand crept across the shoe scuffed floor to hold yours, you don't pull away. "You can take this cock b'cuz we're made for each other." They can't help but fuck you even faster.

You've given up. As their fingers intertwine with yours you let them. When their lips descend on your neck you let them. As they ramble about cumming inside you, you let them. Tears slip from your eyes as you stare hazily at the ceiling, at the skylight giving you a view of nothing but an ink black sky far overhead. You finally can understand the noise you've been hearing.

The radio. The speakers faintly play a song you barely know, a song from the past. It would fill you with a sense of nostalgia if the circumstances were different. But they're not. You aren't somewhere else, somewhere safe and personal, you're here. Here, being violated and destroyed in a place you love. Being filled painfully full by some stranger, kissed by their lips while the comforting chill of the world around you melts away in favor of the vile warmth that now seeps deep within you. Their hips slow but don't stop, and their lips continue to try and swallow each breath that you aren't even sure you're making. "I want you to cum on me, please please please." They're quiet, as if unsure of what they're saying. You try to keep it in but you can't, sobbing loudly and barely breathing, stomach tightening in disgust as your body gives them what they want.

The walls echo their whine, nothing around to stop the sound from traveling to them, as tears fall from their eyes as they bite their lip and smile down at you. Your body is jostled as they wiggle their hips and push even deeper inside you while you're still shaking from your own orgasm. "I'm so...so glad this worked out so well." Chest rising and falling with their heavy breaths, their words are strained. "I didn't expect to...t-to leave with anything but more pictures of you." Your eyes widen, red and teary and painful. "But you were so naive." A hand lays on your stomach. "Coming here all alone, staying so late. You usually leave in the afternoon, so when you didn't leave you got me excited." They lean down to your face and gaze at you with horrid love in their eyes. "You gave me more time to spend with you. And when you still hadn't left by the time this place was closing, I realized it's time!" They kiss your cheeks and whisper shakily. "It's time to take you home."

[watermelonlovershigh]

working on part 4 of my housemate series and lets just say it's going to have smut. who's excited??

[kiwiplaetzchen]

NOOOOOOOOOOO

[amarianatrench]

DAMNED. synopsis

She could not think of a time in which she wasn't afraid.

Fear was her second in command, her closest companion. It was the one being that had vowed to her, long before she had known the meaning, that it would stay by her side until the very end. Hold her face and kiss her tears away, bandage her bleeding palms, and tell her that it would never leave her side.

Fear would always be with her, she would never need to call on it. An omnipresent force.

It was comforting, sickeningly so. To know that if no one would want to hold her hand through the darkness, that the same being who made her afraid of it in the first place, would walk beside her instead. In it's all consuming silence, stalk her in that silence. Ready to pounce the moment her guard was down far enough, replace it's sweet nothings with the sound of screams. It only apologized when it was all over, it promised to never treat her that way again. An empty promise. A manipulation, in order to lure her back into the cycle over and over again.

She hated Fear, but without it, she had nothing.

Love, the antithesis of her friend, had never looked in her direction. Not once, not since she was an infant. Yet, she remembered the lovely being, bright as sunlight and as warm as it too, standing over her cradle. It looked down on her. She thought it had smiled, though it was brief and soon replaced with emptiness, she knew it had.

Love spoke to her in such a honeyed voice, completely different to the deep whisper of Fear, it told her that she would be considered as lovely as her one day. As shining and vaguely holy as she was, one day. She told her that this would be her curse, that she would be her undoing. The simple, spoken blessing falling from her lips would bring the girl to her doom, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Love had told her that there wasn't any other way, that she was sorry.

Beings as sacred as Love are incapable of feeling remorse.

She waited for Love, begged for it on occasions deep in the night, to show herself once more. She cried that she had wanted it, that she craved to feel it desperately. The girl apologized for not being worthy enough for it, hoping that her repentance would make the deity feel some sort of pity for her. She hoped, just maybe, she would give her the smallest taste of what she had been missing, what she had never felt, just enough to satiate her desire. Her curiosity. But she would never show her face to the girl again.

She believed it was because she wasn't worthy of Love, so she let Fear make sure she never walked alone again.

[spidercrusadersworld]

Maia with herself

maya with fern

@i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit Spidersona, fern, and maya are kinda sisters, I wanted to draw that, idk just popped into my head. Once again fern is not my Spidersona, it belongs to @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit!! Go check her out!!!

[zpxz]

IT WAS THAT TIME AGAIN..

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

10 ribs and all/ carrot pod pod (pod)

[cleoselene]

So ticketmaster is now sending people emails that they are just moving their seats they purchased and reserved for the Eras Tour somewhere fucking else:

after going through queues that went on and on, being given a “second-chance” opportunity that did not guarantee us decent seats at all but wanted to charge our credit cards regardless (and make them non-refundable/non-transferrable in case we hated the seats TICKETMASTER SELECTED FOR US), not promoting this album for shit including a single live performance that all of us can watch, merchandising us to fucking death by trying to sell us digital albums that were recycled radio interview clips from October -- at what point do we decide that Taylor is a powerful force in this industry and SHE CAN DO BETTER for fans that have been loyal.  This tour fiasco soured me on the whole era, tbh.

@taylornation​ learn how to deal with this better and for the love of god when your fans are mad, don’t drop another fucking remix in the middle of it

[anchoeritic]

[allo-frouto]

Love your blog <3

I appreciate it! 🫶🏻

[sebastianshaw]

it's time for his daily smooch tax—the arbitrary jar loki leaves behind today, to accompany the previous gift of beetle shells, is filled with small chunks of dried honeycomb.

This time, there's no resistance. There is, in fact, enthusiasm. Shaw puts effort into all his work, and this is not unpleasureable effort. Quite sweet, really. Speaking of sweet. . .he wondered if the honeycomb would be a better substitute for sugar?

@hraunwyf

[baba-the-yagaa]

HEY CADFAEL ENJOYERS

Here's something i make on insta and screen recorded bc i like it a lot

[parole-parole-parole]

I didn't watch Boy (2010), but I've been on this website in these months since OFMD dropped, so, in a way, I watched Boy (2010) multiple times now.

[xd1naryher0es]

Felix Venom parts ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

Gostaram??(灬º‿º灬)♡

[furiousbirdballoon]

I just bought this beautiful candle from a bazaar near my house. I'm in love😍

[cheesynotary]

Finally, the finished look.