fucking henry but you're so loud he has to muffle you (bonus points if he's already angry at your brattiness)

the most enticing part about this is that he would become sooo annoyed. let's say it's super late in the night and otherwise completely silent in the apartment, and he does have neighbors he has to watch out for at times out of the sheer want to avoid unnecessary confrontation. or... same setting, but at francis' country estate — maybe you've had just a little bit too much to drink and cannot hold yourself back at all, thus unleashing it all. yelps and cries and moans, full volume. he would grow so vexed.

at first, he would even slow down and keep a more gradual pace thinking it would solve things, but the intimacy of the rhythm would have you just as loud all the same. with time, however, his expression would scrunch up further and further — he would be utterly displeased. here, i'll apply the aforementioned added bonus: let's assume you had been acting entirely disobedient and reckless all day, possibly spurned on by alcohol, and he's already agitated as all hell with your behavior. on top of all that, now that you're being far too loud to ever be appropriate, his stoic patience comes to a rampant stagger. in short: he loses it.

initially, he has you flipped on your stomach with your back arched, driving your hips into his. annoyed with your transcendent volume, he would lean forward and grab hold of your fluttering throat, spitting quite sternly, "would you keep quiet?!" then, he would add, "we're not alone, for god's sake." you, in turn, would only grin and continue without a whit of consideration, thus only challenging his boundaries further. in response, his fingers would tighten around your hips, practically digging into your skin and piercing you to the bone. soon enough, however, he would unclasp one of them and harshly spank you with it. leaning in once more, he'd repeat, "god, can't you just shut your mouth?"

because you, evidently, wouldn't, he would spank you some more, until he would have no other choice left but to nudge your head into the bedsheets so as to muffle you with an angered that's it. it'd help, and he would have the composure to keep going in on you harder, so that you'd cry into the gentle, expensive silk. he would tear you back upward for air every now and again by your hair, quite roughly, and you would only responsively moan out of pleasure at that. because you'd been so disobedient, he would edge you profusely — luring you over to the very premise of your orgasm but then immediately ceasing all movement and stilling inside you, hot and pounding. your expectant fluttering around him would have him breathing heavily, and yet he would be too focused on punishing you rather than granting the two of you the release you're seeking.

in a different position — any, honestly — he would keep his palm clasped over your mouth or even stuff it shut with his fingers, which you would brattily close your teeth in on. that, obviously, would only get you fucked harder and propelled further away from your orgasm. in spire of that, you would, of course, get to come that night — but not without being overstimulated to hell and back, with tears creased in your eyes and henry's anger spelled out all over your body in blooming little bruises where his grip had dug into you at its profoundest.

Someone should write a fic of Dew putting Aether in pretty lingerie and Aether being all self conscious and shy trying to hide himself while Dew is taking pictures and directing him around for poses and eventually he falls into it and Dew fucks him within an inch of his life

laios’ shirt fighting for it’s life

only thing thats keeping me sane

https://www.zavvi.com/clothing/pokemon-team-rocket-box/14513098.html

(s)creaming

art by @/eriimyon on twitter

men: i never cheated on you please believe me!

ned stark: i cheated on you please believe that! i cheated on you so hard look here’s proof of my adultery doesn’t he look just like me? that’s definitely my love child tell everyone you know

Alan Ritchson as Jack Reacher REACHER - Season 2 (2023)

CEMETERY MAN (1994) dir. Michele Soavi

Vincent Price and Carol Ohmart

The House on Haunted Hill (1959) dir. William Castle

soup boys 🍜

JAEMIN // SMOOTHIE - MUSICBANK (240405)

me when francis mosses moodboard

I AM SCREAMING!!!!!!

Solomon is directly confronting Mammon!

Solomon is calling Mammon out without any hesitation, and even has proof/evidence!

Solomon is so jealous..... Please marry me right now, my darling teacher!!! ;u;

Jason is my roman empire like he's burned into my brain. There's genuinely not a single day I don't think of Jason Todd

Formal dress event 👔

um. uh. uhm. uh. i. uh. me when. i. um.