consumed with lust for a while


Serial killer Albert Fish experienced a number of intense paraphilic disorders, the most notable one being masochism. While sadism is highly common in serial killers, specifically lust murderers, masochism is a rarer quality as it is sexual arousal from inflicting pain on oneself, as opposed to a victim. While Fish did exhibit sadistic qualities - for example, sending a graphic letter detailing how he killed and consumed a child to the child’s mother - it was Fish’s masochism that seemed to preoccupy him. When he was initially arrested he had to have a number of needles removed from his body, with the top right image showing Fish’s X-Ray, detailing the numerous needles that he inserted into his perineum and pelvis for the sake of sexual gratification. In total doctors removed 29 object’s from Fish’s body after he was arrested.

All of us live with a demon inside. Some days you control the demon. And other days it controls you. And it is always hungry. It feeds on lust and longing. And while you may slumber, the demon never sleeps. It tempts you into crossing every line you’ve ever drawn, all the while it tests you, haunts you. And once it has turned your loved ones into enemies, the demon has consumed you whole.
—  Rebekah Mikaelson, The Originals
Golden Dress

Gillovny RPF

Characters : Gillian Anderson / David Duchovny

Rated : Hot ! NSFW

Post Golden Globes last week.

The party is over, and she’s exhausted. Now, she recalls exactly why she left L.A fifteen years ago. People are crazy, here. The lifestyle doesn’t fit her needs anymore, and even if she enjoys wearing a nice dress and posing for the photographers once in a while, she would give everything for a sweet pajama, and a hot cup of tea. This city could bring the best and the worse of a person, and for a long time, back then, it had brought the worse of her. Of them. But now, things are different. They had grown up, matured, such as their feelings for each other. Their relationship used to be like a roller-coaster of emotions, from mutual respect to contempt, from lust to disregard, from hate to love, but always with this je ne sais quoi, electric, consuming and palpable strength between them. One call it “chemistry”, they prefer the word “kismet”. It wasn’t easy, and it still isn’t, but they learned to appreciate each other, to deal with their failures, and now they came to a point where supporting each other is a second nature. He is the only man she had ever managed to keep in her life, and deep down, she knows there will be no one else. A couple years ago, after his divorce, he told her he was ready to move forward with her. It took her almost a year to accept the idea of really being with him, and finally, their relationship crossed a new boundary, and they are still trying to find the way to function together. Express his feelings had never been easy for him, so when he told her the three words, she knew there was no going back.  

Walking towards her big black SUV, she hesitates between her hotel room, and his house. It’s late, but according to the text messages he had sent her during the night, he’s not asleep, and he wants to see her. It wouldn’t be cautious, she could be followed by paparazzi, or the driver could be too talkative. On the other hand, she has her morning free, and most of all, she misses him.

“Carbon Canyon Road in Malibu, please.” She shouts to the driver, who raises an eyebrow in the rear mirror.

The villa is not as huge as the one he used to have with his wife, five blocks away. It’s less flashy, more humble and quiet, just like him. She’s always nervous when she’s about to meet him for the first time after a long period of absence, and her hand is shaking when she rings at his door.

“There she is!” He exclaims, opening his arms with a wide welcoming smile on his face, which makes her nervousness vanish in a heartbeat. “How are you doing, L.A girl?”

She leans towards him to accept his bear hug, and wraps herself in his warmth, allowing herself to take a deep breath of his scent. Recently, she’d acknowledged the fact that what she misses the most when he’s not with her, is his scent. He always smells good, like woody fragrance with his very own musky smell. Every time after they have to split up, she sleeps in one of his dirty shirt like a teenage girl, until her own perspiration scent covers his.

Instead of answering his question, she leans upward to kiss him, running her hands in his too short hair, pushing him back inside the house, and kicking the door behind her, which makes him chuckle in her mouth.

“Did someone miss me?” He jokes, breaking the kiss for air. She nods, smiling at him, and takes off her black leather coat, revealing the gold dress she wore at the Golden Globes party. “Wow! I wanted to offer you a drink, but I’m the thirsty one now. You’re stunning, babe!” His eyes can’t look anywhere else but inside her cleavage.

“You like it?” she teases. “You get the joke?”

“I don’t see any joke in there, babe. What are you talking about?”

“Oh, C’mon! I feel like no one got it.” She pouts. “It was the Golden Globes. My dress is gold, and the globes are… out.” She explains, cupping her own breast. “Got it now?”

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