#pulse pounders

[weyounthevorta]

Jeffrey Combs throws back his head so prettily

His Throat

Mini-fic. Not explicit. Combs character of your choice / you

He has such a pretty throat. If he exposes it to you, you’re not responsible for the consequences.

He’s next to you on the sofa, both of you relaxed and languid from the bottle of wine you just shared. You’ve been watching a movie together. Or rather, he’s been watching the movie and you’ve been watching him.

Over the last half hour you’ve been sneaking glances his way, your eyes discretely roving over his slim form as he lounges, half covered by the throw blanket on the cushion next to yours. You can’t deny that you’ve been attracted to him for some time, and judging by the way he shamelessly ogled you in the kitchen earlier when you were uncorking the bottle, you know he appreciates the way you look tonight too.

He pulls you out of your reverie as he shifts slightly on the sofa with a sigh of comfortable contentment, throwing his head back on the cushion.

He’s just fully exposed his slender white throat to your greedy gaze. Your mouth waters and your eyes narrow as they flick to his Adam’s apple, appreciating how it moves when he swallows, enjoying the unobstructed view.

Emboldened by the alcohol and unable to help yourself, you lean forward and nuzzle into him, boldly sliding your wet tongue up the entire length of that perfect ivory column, clavicle to chin.

He hums in delighted surprise, eyes slipping shut as he tips his head back a fraction further to give you better access, a small, almost imperceptible sound of pleasure escaping him as you move your fingers up his body to splay across his chest.

You pull a louder, undeniably needy moan from deep within him as you begin to gently explore his neck with your teeth. You find a delightful little place to nip at behind his ear that forces a very pretty eyelid flutter and hitch of breath from him.

He softly squirms and keens as your explorations get more daring. You’ve moved your body into his lap, and are now alternating between teeth, tongue and lips as you worship his beautiful neck.

He reaches forward to pull you flush against him, both of his arms wrapped tightly around the small of your back. You’re close enough to feel his body’s positive reaction to you.

“How did you know?” he rasps breathlessly, pulling you away from him briefly and tipping his chin down so that his mouth is a mere whisper away from yours.

“How did you know I wanted you so badly?” he murmurs as he closes the gap between your mouths, kissing you hungrily as he deftly moves your bodies to position himself above you, the movie you were watching long forgotten.

Your legs move apart to make room for him, and he presses his body weight down, pulling a desperate noise from your throat as you press yourself upward toward him on the sofa cushions, both of your bodies now aching for more contact.

You’re drunk on the taste of him. The smell of him. And as you peer upward through your lashes, you can see that you are clearly having the same effect on him that he’s having on you.

His fingers are teasing at the hem of your shirt, the pads of his fingers finding the supple skin underneath, sending a surge of warmth up your spine.

He’s desperate now. His eyes are ravenous as your mouths pull apart, raking devilishly over your body, and moving to dart between your eyes, lips, and your own tender neck. He’s wordlessly asking the question. Should I? Do you want it? Do you want me?

In reply, a wicked grin ghosts across your face as you move your chin up to expose your own throat to him. He shudders in delight, eyes darkening and lips parting as he surges forward.

[annie-jeffreycombsenjoyer]

HI

made this because of Crystal's (on tiktok, idk if you here bro) idea and now it's muted so it's here

(i don't like Jonathan though, sorry guys)

[gremlintoast]

Combs September Day 4

Jonathan - The Evil Clergyman (1998)

[poorlyassembled]

Would you kiss David Gale rat in order to transition? (and look like Barbara Crampton)

[60zcowboy]

Jeffrey Combs’ character in Castle Freak, Evil Clergyman, Criminal Minds, New Batman Adventures, Lego DC supervillains, and Batman: rise of sin tzu:

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: Mrs. Brady visits a creepy castle that is haunted by her lover, an evil priest who hanged himself in the very room where they had shared their forbidden love. For his blasphemous ways, he was cursed to roam the halls of the castle. Before committing suicide, he performed great acts of dark magic and sorcery, including imprisoning the spirit of a bishop and summoning forth a rat-like demon that now tortures his beloved.

Fun fact: this movie is also known as Pulse Pounders. It was made in 1988, but was only released in 2012.

The mod thinks she now has a crush on Jeffrey Combs. Look at this man, he’s so pretty!

[from-beyond]

Jeffrey Combs as Jonathan in The Evil Clergyman (1988)

[lurkdragonstuff]

It is 2023, and there is time for Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle.

Camp Damascus tells the story of a young woman, Rose, who grew up in what appears to be any given ultra-conservative American Evangelical church. Oh, there are some quirks, like not being considered an adult until about 20-21 because of two years of intensive Bible study mixed in with the usual K-12 curriculum, and the way the church is open about using capitalism to its advantage, but it's a story that's been lived a million times in modern America.

But cracks are beginning to show. Rose, blessed or cursed with a curious, autistic mind, is faced with the happy facade of her upbringing falling apart around her as she uncovers the grisly, terrifying mystery of the church and the gay conversion camp it runs just outside of town. And it's all very personal for her, as over the course of the novel she realises she's gay.

It's told in a first-person, present tense style, which isn't always my first choice, but Tingle makes it work really well here for a lot of visceral scares. It's clear he put a lot of his signature love into this pulse-pounder. I'll admit, I found his first horror novel, Straight, more of a campy romp than genuinely scary, though it had its moments. It probably doesn't help that I've never been much of one for zombie fiction.

Camp Damascus seems to have had more thorough editing and genuinely made me have to put it down a few times in the best way. In particular, the opening chapters are filled with seething, terrifying dread for anyone who knows much about abusive churches. The rest of the novel's slow unravelling of the mystery of the camp and Rose's own past is paced wonderfully and builds to a gory, visceral, and ultimately uplifting conclusion.

Highly recommended.

[lexa-griffins]

Every year, werewolf Clarke demands a virgin sacrifice to spare a village from her wrath. Village loner Lexa is the unfortunate victim this year. She's tied up to the offering table and presented to Clarke. As part of the ritual, the villagers have to watch werewolf Clarke fuck Lexa to see if Clarke is pleased with their offering (I just want public sex with monster Clarke honestly)

Oh 😳

They wait by the edge of the clearing. Lexa hates trashes against the bonds, calling the villagers every name she can manage. Cowards, fuckers, bastards.

They say nothing, watching from the shadows with some preversed excitement.

And howl tells them she approaches. Lexa freezes in place as she stares ahead, as far as she can keep her head up, waiting for it to show up. It does not a second later. Disgruntled, too feral to be human but she could certainly pass as one.

Lexa can almost hear the prying eyes around her hold their breath as the werewolf approaches her.

Blue eyes look at her up and down, quickly turning blacker. Lexa's heart beat faster when it get close to her, nestling her head, hairy and soft, human with animalistic features, in her neck and sniffing. Lexa wants to close her legs but finds the restrains unable her from doing so.

The beast circles her, accessing her offering. Lexa trembles as she does. She can see the fuckers around her, can hear the near whispers that queation if she finds her a suitable offering

She can fully see it but she feels it. The swipe of a tongue against her naked core, tasting her. The beast waits. And then it licks again. Lexa lets out a moan against her better judgment. She's dripping, she can feel the wetness underneath her ass on the table. She licks her again, seemingly pleased with her taste. Lexa bites back the moans, but the beast is skilled and Lexa is unable to fight. She moans, now so close to cumming, loudly. She hates to give the bastards the satisfaction of watching her.

Lexa passes out she thinks. Because when she finally comes to her post bliss senses she has the beast right on to of her. She's... big. A quiet snarl on her face, body covered in hair that tickles Lexa's sweaty skin. And the pressure of her dick pulsing between her lips.

It doesn't allow her time to pounder the idea of being fucked in front of the entire village. She knows she's ready to take her fully, and so she enters her in one fell swoop, down to the base of her shaft and Lexa's mouth falls open, a delayed deep moan leaving her and she throws her head back. And suddenly the silence is filled by the sounds of the beast fucking her and Lexa's moans.

Lexa hopes they are loving the show she's giving them. Itll be the last one they see in their miserable lives.

She feels the knot of the werewolf forming as she thrusts, shallower thrust everytime and anomalistic groans turn into whines.

Lexa wishes she could raise a hand to her mate's cheek to comfort her. She would love nothing more than to fully take her.

"No knot, Clarke, later."

The beast nods, resisting instinct as she continues to fuck Lexa. She couldn't be prouder of her.

"After you rip them apart, you can bury everything inside of me, I promise." Lexa coos at the beast, her eyes closed as she approaches her climax.

"Kill them all with the same fervornyou fuck me baby." Its all it takes.

Lexa fills herself being filled, and she acreams and moans without shame.

A twisted smile forms on her lips when she hears the celebratory cheers from around them, and despite the feeling of emptiness that makes her whine, she allows herself the moment of rest as her mates cum drips from her, lulled to sleep by the screams of the ones who found her wandering the village looking for food, who she lied to about her virginity and who immediately saw her as an easy sacrifice to the beast who so happens to be her mate.

Fuckers.

[agbpaints]

With a couple very Liao mechs added to my collection recently, I've decided to go and start building myself a force of Capellans. With some vindicators, combat vehicles, and battle armor sorted I started digging around for some more CCAF designs to round out an augmented company. Then I remembered the Men Shen.

Don't let TRO:3060's janky visuals fool you, this walking gym shoe is one of the most technically advanced 'mechs the inner sphere built up to its intro date, Hellespont Industrials and the Confederation's Ministry of Appropriations spared no expense when they outfitted their first domestically designed omnimech. The 'mech is built around the heart and bones of a Magna 330 XL fusion engine seemingly designed expressly for the Men Shen and a 55 ton endo steel frame, with a normal top speed of nearly 100 kph, augmented up to 130 kph in short bursts by the 'mech's integral myomer accelerator signal circuits. This speed is paired with a thick skin, with the mech mounting 11 tons of standard armor, more than 95% the chassis possible total protection and enough for every component except the arms and head to take an AC/20 shot without internal damage. The mech carries 10 double heat sinks and an active probe fixed to the chassis, with the remaining 17 tons available as pod space.

The Men Shen MS1-O mounts a single LRM-15 with an attached Artemis IV fire control unit in its torso and a pair of medium pulse lasers in each arm. Intended as an all range skirmisher, the Prime configuration can leverage its speed to keep the range open while harassing with its missiles before driving in to deliver a finish off foes or pick appart scouts and picket mechs with its quartet of lasers. While the endurance of the LRM is somewhat questionable given it only comes with a single ton of ammunition, the speed at which the MS1-O depletes its missiles is probably a good thing given the XL engine and lack of CASE.

The Men Shen's alternate configurations fall into roughly three groups- either serving as remixes of the Prime's role, specializing in hunting non-mechs in a combined arms environment, or working as medium range strikers and forward operating units.

The Delta and Golf are Prime lookalikes, pairing a long range weapon (an ERPPC and a TSEMP cannon, respectively) with a payload of pulse lasers and SRMs to harass and disable mechs at long range before closing for a finishing blow. Unlike the Prime, these designs lack minimum ranges on their weapons, but the heat build of a full alpha strike is risky enough to a mech without jump jets that both designs effectively work as bracket fire machines.

The Beta and Echo configurations are combined arms killers, packing specialized ballistic weapons in their arms supported by a more generalized torso loadout. In the Beta's case this is a pair of LB2-X autocannons supported by a quartet of ER medium lasers, effectively making it a fast, high tech version if the BJ-1 Blackjack and ideal for hunting VTOL and aerospace assets with its flack guns. This configuration is also possibly the very first inner sphere mech to mount the LB2-X autocannon despite it supposedly being invented in Davion space. Chalk one up for the Maskirovka. Where the Beta makes helicopter pilots sweat, the Echo is an infantryman's nightmare demon. It mounts 8 light machine guns arranged into two arm mounted machine gun arrays, supported by a plasma rifle and 2 medium lasers in the torso. On average this thing will brrrrt an entire platoon of inner sphere ground pounders to mulch with every trigger pull, and the crit seeking/random heat mean it's not too much of a slouch in mech combat either. The 4 tons of ammunition does mean it is worryingly explosive, though.

Finally the Alfa, Charlie, and Foxtrot are the mid range strikers. The Alfa pairs a trio of ER Medium Lasers with an LB 10-X autocannon to deliver a decent ammount of firepower at close and medium ranges, backed up by a TAG laser designator to call in artillery and LRM strikes from the rest of your force. The Charlie and Foxtrot are very much like each other, using pairs of accurate, high damage energy weapons to make for any light mech's worst day. The Charlie chooses a pair of large pulse lasers supported by a Guardian ECM suite and an ER small laser to hunt things like Locusts and Striders while shutting down enemy electronics such as C3 spotters. The Foxtrot swaps the pulse lasers for a pair of snub nosed PPCs linked to a targetting computer to wreak havoc with its disgustingly long short range (270 meters!) and brings a TAG to make sure Marty the Arty will lay low anything its particle cannons can't. The Charlie and Foxtrot's placement of their main guns in the arms also makes them the best versions of the chassis to carry battle armor into fights with.

The Men Shen is best deployed as a 'cruiser' of battlemechs- calable of outfighting anything it can't outrun and outrunning anything that outguns it fairly easily. It will likely operate best at the front of formations to scout and probe the line of battle until the main battleline of mechs arrives, at which point it shifts to outflanking and finishing off wounded units.

Despite its durability, speed, and weapons options, the Men Shen isn't without flaws- the lack of jump jets mean that it can easily get bogged down in cities or other rough terrain and while it's speed and thick armor mean it can tough through some pretty heavy shots, the XL engine means that it won't survive drag out fights for particularly long. The cost is also fairly prohibitive- while most variants run between 1400 and 1700 BV, the MS1-O is a whopping 16.6 million c-bills. For the same price, you could by an entire company of urbanmechs, or a full lance of Vindicator 3L's. This price and the operational fragility of an XL engine paired with unCASEed ammo will likely make campaign commanders balk and relegate the design (like many omnis) to hangar queen status. As a player of mostly pickup games, though, it's a design I'm excited to run

[lovingbarbariancomputer]

Ben part 3

Ben stood in line at the McDonald's. At this point, he was 20 pounds fatter than when he started two months before and his belly was significantly bigger, pushing against his tight, sleeveless, American flag shirt that he used to wear back when he played baseball. He could tell it was getting harder to suck it in. It wasn't just a bloat anymore.

Ever since the morning after that night with Trevor, all Ben was able to think about is getting fatter. He's basically been constantly turned on. Constantly ordering food online. But today, he wanted to go get food in person to show off his belly. He made sure to wear his old briefs, that were noticeably tighter than before, just to hide his erection.

As he stood in line, he looked around. Every man at the McDonald's was either just as fat as Ben, or fatter. He noticed only one thin guy, but even he looked bloated. Ben couldn't help but check out the men with their bellies proudly on display. Ordering way too much food, seemingly on purpose.

Lately Ben had been fantasizing about men. Something he'd never had happen before. He barely had any interest in women at all. And something about seeing men feed themselves sent him over the edge. He could feel his dick begin to press against his underwear.

Finally he ordered in his deep voice, "yeah I'll have 2 double quarter pounders with extra cheese, 4 McChickens, and large fry, and a large drink."

The cute young cashier typed into the register, and for a brief second, Ben noticed his eyes glance at his already bloated belly. His dick started pulsing with anticipation. Ben reached down nonchalantly and scratched his belly, even though he wasn't itchy at all. Just couldn't help but touch it.

"anything else?" The cashier asked.

"yeah, could I get a side of bigmac sauce?"

"I'll see what I can do", the cashier said, with a subtle wink.

Ben sat down waiting for his order. He looked to his right and saw a man roughly his age and size, eating a big Mac. He had a good sized belly, and newly thickened thighs, but still had a chiseled jawline. He seemed to be enjoying his big mac. A lot. He also had another big Mac waiting, and a couple of large fries. Ben couldn't help but wonder if other men enjoyed the feeling of stuffing themselves. He could barely contain himself thinking about all these other men purposely getting fat.

When bens order was ready, he adjusted his shorts and grabbed his tray. He sat down and started on the first quarter pounder. He dipped it in big Mac sauce with every bite, making sure everyone could see that all the food he ordered was for him. Half way through his second quarter pounder he looked up and saw the cashier quickly look away.

Ben looked down at his belly that was slowly getting filled up. His American flag shirt was starting to ride up. Instead of pulling it down, he kept it there. He could feel his belly slightly touching his thighs. A new sensation that nearly caused him to cum.

"fuck why does this feel so good" he thought to himself as he finished his second McChicken. He look to the guy to his right and he was finished with his big Macs, and was working on the fries. He seemed to be full to the point of discomfort. He rubbed his belly a couple times and let out a quiet moan that sounded like a mix of pleasure and pain. Yet he reached for more fries.

Ben finished up his food and was more full than he'd been in a long time. He again adjusted his pants and stood up. He stretched with his arms above his head, allowing his shirt to go up to his belly button which was deeper than it used to be. He quickly walked his tray to the trash and walked out to the car where he jerked off. He couldn't help but let him mind wander to the thought of having a man rubbing his belly. And suddenly the thought of a man inside him. "I'm gonna get so fuckin fat" he told himself as he came.

[weyounthevorta]

Jonathan, Evil Clergyman (1988)

[d4djobesemuses]

Lache, and the moment you realize that you're as wide as three chairs~

(Will be treated as the prompt of being too heavy for two chairs, realizing I need three.)

Crrrk… grrrnnn….

Those were the noises I heard each time I leaned forward to eat another bite, groaning and creaking from the chairs under me, woefully inadequate to contain the mostly exposed expanse of my butt, overly tight rolled down pants hilariously unqualified to keep me modest.

But these were normal, furniture felt fragile and clothes were ill fitting, I didn’t expect anything else once I crossed the 650 pound mark, I certainly wasn’t complaining, if the pulsating sensation of pleasure between my thighs and the fog of arousal were anything to go by.

But even by my standards, which no normal person would even entertain, I was starting to get full, really full, and frankly, how could I not? Pig didn’t describe how greedy I was being today, how big my stuffing was, a record currently being set.

A six hour marathon resulting in 35 double quarter pounders, 28 large fries and 38 large chocolate milkshakes all sloshing heavily in my abused gut, groaning and churning trying to be digested as I neared completion on my largest stuffing yet.

Stifling down a gag with the last bite of my 35th burger, I look at the last remaining one, agonizing pulses of fullness begging me to stop, but greed has long since corrupted my inhibitions, pain was pleasure, and pleasure was my only motivation.

With difficulty I leaned forward, over the reddened taut expanse of my belly and towards the table.

Crrrk… grrrnnrn…

I ignored the sounds again, it didn’t matter how heavy I was, how struggled the chairs I sat on were, I had to eat, I had to fatten up, it was what I lived for… or so I thought.

CRRRK- CRACK-!

I felt my heart drop with my vision, as I descended to the floor with a loud thud, jostling my full belly and eliciting a series of uncomfortable gagging as I fought to keep everything down…

And then it dawned on me, two sturdy chairs just shattered under me, my weight alone crushed two chairs designed for already overweight people, but I was so obese, beyond what any of these designers could imagine, a whole new category of sheer fatness.

My eyes glaze over with satisfaction as I give up on getting up, I may have failed my stuffing today, but I sigh in contentment knowing I achieved a much more miraculous goal.

Next time, I’ll sit on three chairs, I note to myself proudly.

[seph7]

The Spokesman-Review

Spokane, Washington Est. May 19, 1883

J.T. Walsh Masterful Playing Good-Old-Boy-Gone-Psycho

Fri., Oct. 17, 1997

He’s kidnapped Kathleen Quinlan and tormented Kurt Russell in “Breakdown.” He’s hired Nicolas Cage to bump off his cute wife, Lara Flynn Boyle, in “Red Rock West.” And he’s lusted after his baby sitter, Alicia Silverstone, in “The Babysitter.”

His name may make you mutter “J.T. who?” But in person, J.T. Walsh’s face is instantly recognizable, even if removed from the good-old-boy-gone-psycho roles he’s mastered on screen.

Looking more like a guy from the plant you’d spot at the bar after quittin’ time, Walsh doesn’t act or dress the part of a celeb. Wearing a well-worn and stained pair of jeans and a button-down shirt that hasn’t seen an iron, Walsh is a refreshing change from The Stars we see in People magazine. Joking about playing “ethically challenged” characters - a term he borrowed from a reporter - Walsh says he’s content playing the bad guy.

“It’s fun,” says the 53-year-old actor who didn’t break into the biz until he was 31. “I mean what the hell, what’s the choice? Or another way of looking at it is: Tom Cruise gets women one way, I get them another. I’ve just got to tie ‘em up.”

In the tense pulse-pounder “Breakdown,” now on video, Walsh does just that. As a trucker who offers a hand to Russell and Quinlan, whose car has gone kaput in the desert, he’s at his devilish best.

It’s one of Walsh’s most satisfying roles, especially since the director allowed him to do what he wanted: demonstrate “the banality of evil.”

Gaining trust and then stomping on it is what Walsh’s character, Red, does. It’s a method of manipulation you hear about all too frequently on the news, Walsh says, as “normal”seeming individuals gain the confidence of the unsuspecting, then terrorize them. That’s what is really scary, he says.

Although Walsh doesn’t create a buzz like his “Breakdown” co-star Russell, he has had his share of embarrassing moments when fans realize who he is. “At the movies I was taking a leak one time and this guy said next to me, ‘A Few Good Men.’ That never would have happened in New York.”

Although Walsh’s asking price might be a pittance compared to Russell’s, he isn’t whining. “It’s a business,” he says. Stars getting millions are “just being Americans. It’s raw capitalism. What I find disturbing is the expectations people put on these people,” he says, referring to the close scrutiny of box-office figures.

Walsh is glad he doesn’t have to be so dependent on a film’s success. “Like Robert Mitchum said: “I just do what comes next.”’

[vectorworm]

i'm falling down an internet hole

(the trailer looks kinda trashy but that makes me wanna watch this even more)