perverse fantasy

Re-reading Room by Emma Donoghue. Funny thing is: You can tell Donoghue went into this book deliberately not wanting Old Nick to be the “cool, interesting sociopath” we see in all the TV shows and movies. But he’s sort of creepier because of that.

The banality of evil, you know?

Most of his time in the novel consists of him complaining about taking out the garbage, bitching about all the renovations he has to do or all the groceries he has to buy. He sounds bizarrely like a henpecked husband at points. 

After all these years, he’s realized: This kidnapping stuff wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. (Ma notes more than once he’s gotten more miserable over time.)

It explains why Ma has gotten even more terrified of him by the time the book rolls around: She knows he mostly finds this situation an inconvenience now. But he’ll never let them go.

The foreclosure thing forced Ma’s hand, but I think the implication was: Her and Jack were on borrowed time anyway. Because this guy’s perverse fantasy just, eh, hadn’t turned out like he planned.

A chilling character, IMO.

The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater Chapter Five

The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater | Phan Skam AU. Internalized homophobia is probably one of the hardest obstacles to overcome, but it’s only made harder when the people around you don’t quite understand why you’re so afraid. When Dan Howell meets Phil Lester, he finally realizes he has to overcome that hurdle. | Phan | Mature | Internalized homophobia, Drugs, Alcohol, Underage drinking, Parties, Discussions of Religion, Sexual Comments, Smut, Bi-polar disorder | Ongoing Chaptered

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil, or any other youtube personalities.

This chapter: 3,367 words

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Due to my own lack of forethought on how I was going to meld the UK a level systems with the Norwegian high school system, I have messed around a bit with the Russ Bus and Revue system as I had studied it to write this AU. Don’t worry, it’s all pretty self explanatory while reading, but anyone who understands the intricacies because they are Norwegian or because they studied Skam as well, just know that the change was intentional, and you don’t need to correct me. I’m just playing around with the concepts because of all the intermingling traditions and cultures that I’ve melded in this fic.

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people keep making up “reasons” on why they hate pairings like sougou/hinayachi/aomomo by insulting the girl in question and make a huge deal out of it like.. relax edgelords just because it’s not yaoi doesn’t mean its not a good ship get outta here with your fujoshi bullshit you and me both know you only hate the girl because she gets in the way of your perverse fantasy of gay relationships

Harry Benson     R Crumb on the Subway, New York City     1968


“I was totally amazed. This little home made underground comix thing was turning into a business before my eyes. It went from us going around Haight Street trying to sell these things we had folded and stapled ourselves to suddenly being a business with distributors, lawyers, contracts, and money talk. … The whole thing began to take on a heaviness that I believe had a negative effect on my work. I was only twenty-five years old when all this happened. It was a case of ‘too much too soon,’ I think. I became acutely self-conscious about what I was doing. Was I now a ‘spokesman’ for the hippies or what? I had no idea how to handle my new position in society! … Take Keep On Truckin’… for example. Keep on Truckin’… is the curse of my life. This stupid little cartoon caught on hugely. … I didn’t want to turn into a greeting card artist for the counter-culture! I didn’t want to do ‘shtick'—the thing Lenny Bruce warned against. That’s when I started to let out all my perverse sex fantasies. It was the only way out of being ‘America’s Best Loved Hippie Cartoonist.’” R Crumb

quando ero bambino ho avuto un discreto e appagante contatto fisico con mia madre. è per questo che, da adulto, non ho più “bisogno” di mia mamma. le voglio bene, certo, e ci sono anche dei “grumi” solo parzialmente risolti nel mio rapporto con lei. però posso dire di non avere uno stretto bisogno fisico-affettivo di lei.

in poche parole, non ho il complesso di edipo con mia madre.

tuttavia, nel sesso, una delle mie fantasie “perverse” è quella di immaginare un figlio che si fotte sua mamma.

mi spiego. a me fa ribrezzo l'idea di fare sesso con mia mamma, tuttavia mi eccita immaginare che sia un altro a fare sesso con la sua.

il mio recente sogno di “incesto edipico” (che ho anche raccontato qui su tumblr) è anch'esso in questi termini: ho sognato, sì, di fare sesso con mia mamma, ma io non ero “io”. ero un altro ragazzo, che faceva sesso con un'altra mamma, la sua (non la mia e, infatti, lei non aveva il volto di mia madre).

la mente è comunque complessa. è difficile dare delle interpretazioni corrette.

doctortay  asked:

Darling Inell! I have smutty prompt for you: established relationship Sterek, with Stiles asking Derek to share his fantasies, and after much coaxing, a blushing, shy Derek admits that he's dying to get DP'd, and because he is the best boyfriend ever, Stiles invites Jackson (an ex of his perhaps?) to give Derek his fantasy. <3

I absolutely loved this prompt! I hope you enjoy the finished product, hon. Thank you so much for prompting me!

Fantasy Come True. Stiles/Derek. Stiles/Derek/Jackson. Adult.

Derek and Stiles are always fulfilling fantasies off of Stiles’ Bucket List of Fantasies, but Derek’s always too shy to admit any of his. One night, Stiles finally finds out something Derek really wants to do. He enlists the help of Jackson to make Derek’s fantasy come true.

The sound of heavy breathing against his ear is the first thing Stiles becomes aware of as he comes down from his high. His cock is still twitching inside Derek, tight heat clenching around him as Derek keeps slowly riding him. There’s sticky wet on his belly and chest from Derek’s come, and he knows it must be sticking to Derek’s chest hair, but neither of them really care that much at the moment. He strokes his fingers down Derek’s spine, feeling damp skin slick with sweat, and he mouths at Derek’s shoulder as he lazily pushes up inside him.

“Wow.” Stiles finally says, breaking the blissful silence when Derek finally stops moving and just collapses on top of him. “That was…intense.”

“Mmm.” Derek just moans against his neck in agreement, stroking his hands down Stiles’ arms until their hands are clasped together. “Yeah, it was.”

“Thank you.” He nuzzles Derek’s neck and face until he turns his head so they can share a kiss.

“I, uh, enjoyed it.” Derek is surprisingly shy when it comes to talking about sex. It’s adorable, really, and Stiles respects his boundaries. It works out relatively well anyway, because Stiles likes to talk, especially dirty, and Derek has learned that there’s no judgement when he does vocalize his desires.

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Prima speravo
di ritornarti in mente
poi mi è passata
la speranza, intendo
adesso ti chiedo
di non ricordare niente
di non pensarmi mai
di non sentire la mia mancanza
guarda, nemmeno per sbaglio
nemmeno di domenica
e se ti venisse voglia di vedermi
bacia un’altra
dille che è bella,
“mamma mia come sei bella”
odia la luna perché l’amavo tanto
anzi no,
distogli lo sguardo
eliminami dai tuoi cassetti
dalle tue fantasie perverse
non rischiare
di riscoprirti innamorato di me
non ti permettere
di scherzare
di comporre il mio numero
di comprarmi un regalo
di parlare di me
né, bada bene
di tornare.
—  Susanna Casciani

So it may not surprise anyone but i really enjoy masturbation. I have many sexual fantasies and perversions and i embrace it. I consider myself bi mostly straight as i enjoy women the most. I love being watched jerking off though and have had many jerk off buds. I might be addicted to porn but i love it. I wanna hear from my few followers what fetishes and perversions you guys have. Hearimg back from you will turn me on. Please go to the link i provided and watch my hands free cumshot and be brutally honest or kindly or whatever you wanna be but i wanna hear back from you. If you wanna hear about any of my sexcaoades let me know.

Crash Course - Rafe x Sam

Title: Crash Course
Fandom: Uncharted
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Rafe/Sam
Rating: Adult
Words: 5,212 (this chapter)
Overview: On the other side of those prison gates, Rafe is the only thing Sam really recognises anymore. He doesn’t know how to cope with being back in the world, but Rafe needs him, so for now that’s enough - but how long can it possibly last before it all comes crashing down?

Notes: Set after Sam gets out of prison, in the two years before the game. Warnings for this chapter: masturbation, sexual fantasy. Many thanks to @thevaultmessiah and @zer0tucker for beta reading.

My first attempt at an Uncharted fic for my new OTP *___* also posted on my AO3 account here. Be gentle with me..

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Photo challenge day 8: Most disturbing Horror film

The Strangers

Let me start out by saying I haven’t even seen this movie. I refuse to. Because it shows the only true horror that is all too common: the human condition of evil. You and I both have heard the line before, “because you were home” when asked why they had been attacked and tortured all night. For no other reason a group of people terrorize and inflict harm upon another group of people for their own enjoyment. There’s no excuse for it. Not for money, not for fame, not for corrupt religious ideology or for their own perverse fantasies. They do it for the sake of doing it. And if that doesn’t show the condition of human evil and successfully captures it I don’t know what does. There’s no boogeyman, no nightmare fiend, no unstoppable nightmare. Nope. Just people. Like you and me. 

Prima speravo
di ritornarti in mente
poi mi è passata
la speranza, intendo
adesso ti chiedo
di non ricordare niente
di non pensarmi mai
di non sentire la mia mancanza
guarda, nemmeno per sbaglio
nemmeno di domenica
e se ti venisse voglia di vedermi
bacia un’altra
dille che è bella,
“mamma mia come sei bella”
odia la luna perché l’amavo tanto
anzi no,
distogli lo sguardo
eliminami dai tuoi cassetti
dalle tue fantasie perverse
non rischiare
di riscoprirti innamorato di me
non ti permettere
di scherzare
di comporre il mio numero
di comprarmi un regalo
di parlare di me
né, bada bene
di tornare.
—  Susanna Casciani.
2

Ted Bundy’s goal of fitting in with society becomes evident when you assess how many seemingly helpful career roles he took up. Firstly, Bundy was a Boy Scout, and was told he had a promising career in Washington State Politics. Then, ironically, he was once an assistant director of the Seattle Crime Prevention advisory committee, and even wrote a pamphlet instructing women on rape prevention.

Underneath his honourable demeanour, he desired total control over women, and his perverse fantasies ultimately escalated into serial rape and murder.

What is the Goblin Market?

Concept and Design by Aristotle Pramagioulis

Written by Kim Williams


(Transcript of the entry )

And there persists those tales of the odd people who emerge with each new moon. Remote towns and villages that dot many maps whisper of the same strange occurrence and I am at a loss to deny that these are simple country yarns.

First there is the scent – an exotic and displaced fragrance noticed when encroaching on locations believed uninhabited or forgotten; from ancient ruins that crumble and groan with time like stone ghosts to forests that whisper and change with an hour’s passing.

Then there are the sounds – the siren, calliope notes calling to the townspeople like an arriving carnivale with seduction echoing in every voice and musical note. 

The place is packed with stalls, caravans, oddities and wonders, all drowning under a heavy fog of dread and danger that becomes even more palpable with your arrival. 

Goblins. The same word is whispered in connection with the purveyors, performers, and vendors of these strange gatherings. Yet, gentle readers, these are not the monstrous fey-kind described in many tales invoking mischief or malice – in fact; they look very much the way we do.

On first glance, you would think them to be a peculiar troupe of performers acting out some macabre drama or perverse comedy. Their clothing is an unsettling combination of colors, patterns, and adornments contrasted by age and blackness that is better suited for a funeral procession: a terribly festive and almost circus-like funeral procession.

Some wear masks, some wear veils, but all hide behind their wanton and surreal inhumanity. Stranger yet are the ones in masks crafted from porcelain or dried bone that tend and nurture this misbegotten garden of discordant commodities and delights. They are Management. 

Goblins. The Autumn People. The Outsiders. The Strangers. The Yellow Eyed Kind. Those from the Other Side of the Mirror. Goblins.

These accounts speak of the black miracles they advertise. They know all of your wildest dreams, your darkest desires, and most perverse fantasies – and they have it all for sale.

Do not believe their bargains. They are all true. Do not take fruit from them. The seeds will always remain within you. Do not complain to Management. You will only be met with silence. 

Do not go to The Goblin Market.

They want what you have. They want you to take their place in the Mirror.

Professor Arthur Blackwell

neurotics have perverse fantasies. One can see very well that it is not the same as perversion.

The fantasy the neurotic makes use of is what serves him best in defending himself against anxiety, in keeping a lid on it. … This objet a that the neurotic makes himself into becomes him much like gaiters do a rabbit. Thatswhy the neurotic never makes much of his fantasy. It succeeds in defending him against anxiety precisely to the extent that it is a postiche a.

that he doesn’t want to give anything bears a certain relation to the fact that his difficulty belongs to the realm of receiving.  … What you have got to teach the neurotic to give is the thing he doesn’t imagine, it is nothing, it is precisely his anxiety.

—  LACAN