#they're just begging to be pulled

[bobfloydsbabe]

I need Ben Mears to fuck me senseless while I pull his hair

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia

Why did Gary growl and cover Efnisien's face/mouth when he said the safeword? Was he angry and trying to stop Efnisien from saying it so he could continue? If yes how did he manage to pull himself back from the brink of doing something unforgivable?

I think Gary was so uncoordinated in that moment, he wasn't thinking 'I need to shut you up' but there was definitely an instinct of: 'How dare someone tell me to stop.'

There was a visceral war with himself when he growls vs. when he places his hand on Efnisien's face, almost like he's trying to feel his breathing and his voice. It's a very quick motion, and while Efnisien assumes it's to shut him up, I actually think Gary was literally very out of it in that moment and was kind of bracing himself to even understand what happened.

Like, this is a guy who didn't respond to a lot of basic language and sentences for three days, or when he did, mostly could only do so in basic sentences or even single words. So while the peak alpha grokked the 'how dare you' pause, I think it was like a 'wait is an alpha trying to stop me from taking what is mine' level of confusion. He places his hands on Efnisien's face, almost like he's trying to find where the words came from, in my mind. Like someone who is blind who is trying to find a fan switch in a new place. They don't quite know where it is, but they know it's important in hot weather.

He then does hear more of Efnisien's voice (in the form of a distressed shriek) and immediately stops.

I really don't think this is as clean as 'he was fully aware, heard something he didn't want to hear, and made a choice to make sure Efnisien couldn't safeword again.' I don't even think he knew at the time what he heard, or how to understand it, only that he heard it and that he had to stop.

If yes how did he manage to pull himself back from the brink of doing something unforgivable?

Tbh Gary has the safeword to literally stop himself from doing the unforgiveable. And he does it with an immense amount of willpower that almost no human will ever really comprehend. Dude was barely even conscious at the time. Just like Efnisien spent many hours in a heavily dissociated receptive headspace, Gary does the same but from a more dominating peak alpha side. Literally just ruled by hormones in a very primitive way.

I'd say he's one of the only peak alphas in the world who can actually listen to a safeword at all in that state. I don't even think Temsen could.

[leslieseveride]

me when i see comments on chenford fanvids/tiktoks like, "omg i ship them in real life too! 😍"

[extasiswings]

JCC writing the original Chim and Eddie ”I get taking things slow, but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, so if you love her, tell her” conversation and now also writing In A Flash with an injured Buck being worked on by at least Chim, but quite possibly also Eddie...’tis perhaps making me lose it, besties. 

[feralattentionwhore]

Them telling me to "look at me" eventhough they know its insanely hard, slapping me every time I look away until I'm super dazed and can't do anything but whine.

[devourerofdoves]

please complain more about tsp fandom you're always so right

I think what's even more irritating than the fact that a vast majority of the popular designs fucking SUCK is the fact that NOBODY EVER GETS HIS GODDAMNED PERSONALITY RIGHT. He's cooonstantly either woobified or made out to be big sexy intimidating God-like figure AND IT'S FUCKING ANNOYING. YOU'RE ALL WRONG. GO AWAY.

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[4arconinoma]

Im excited because tomorrow Im going to go to a botanical garden aaand i might might Might see TARANTULAS there... for the first proper time in my Life!!

[heavywithhaving]

i wish i didnt feel so much discomfort towards physical touch. i want to card my fingers through someone's hair while they lay their head on my lap. i want to cup someone's face in my hands. i want to lean into a hand splayed across the top of my back

[yourdicc]

and thus the he/theys were adopted

[theflikchic]

I'm literally gonna pray that this Harry Potter HBO remake doesn't happen. I'm so angry, I'm so pissed off. This feels just like a capitalist ploy by R*wling to make more merch and money. We have eight movies people STILL care about with incredible performances and iconic ass sets and music. We don't need a whole new TV show about something that is still so extremely relevant. And right after the anniversary special?! Holy shit, this feels like such a slap in the face to SOMEONE. I wanna slap R*wling in the face. As a Harry Potter fan, I don't want this. I have the books and the movies. And I'm fine with that. This woman- UUUUUGH.

[eldritchdyke]

Someone more close to the subject than I should write about it but there's a really interesting tension between the dystopian setting of Signalis and its obvious influence from Ostalgie works. Some reviewers have stopped at the mere association of the imagery of the GDR with dystopia, but there's definitely more complicated emotions in there that fit thematically as a hauntological parallel to the game's false memory narrative and metanarrative of survival horror nostalgia.

That also isn't even getting into the Reich, which so little direct information is given about it practically exists as a trace object within the game itself, and the choice to completely eschew imagery or description is a really interesting one, letting both metatextual knowledge that is basically universal fill in the gaps, which I could then go on to conpare to the essence of distorted graphic horror allowing the monster to exist primarily in the imagination of the player but that's a whole other rant.

[fragglerockopinions]

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[eskandarrohani]

wtf normally i have to fight myself tooth and nail to keep something sfw. why is it the one time i set out with the intention of writing something nsfw that my brain is like LOL YOU THOUGHT?!

i think the lesson here is that my brain simply refuses to cooperate. smh what a monster.

[faxeysama]

This happened to me recently!

I was buying pokemon cards at a Gamestop with some friends, and I was talking to the cashier about Metaphor ReFantazio (mostly complaining about how there's so much "movement" in the game). And, after we got back to her place, she said to me "you know he was flirting with you, right? I just want to make sure you know, in case you were interested." I was SUPER confused because I just thought we were having a nice conversation 😅. It's so rare that someone is interested in what I have to say, so I always end up thinking they're just being nice to me. (This is perhaps why people always thought I was flirting with them when I absolutely was not. I'm Aro/Ace, I just want to have a nice conversation about our hobbies).

“they were flirting with you” and how was i supposed to know such a thing when everyone speaks in codes and puzzles

[your-internet-bf]

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."