#freaks

Here are a whole bunch of free horror classics.

Alien (1979) - Internet Archive

Black Christmas (1974) - YouTube

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) - YouTube

The Bride of Frankenstein (1935) - Internet Archive

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) - Internet Archive

Carnival of Souls (1963) - Internet Archive

The Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) - Internet Archive

Dawn of the Dead (1978) - YouTube

Day of the Dead (1985) - YouTube

Dracula (1931) - Internet Archive

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920) - Internet Archive

Eraserhead (1977) - Internet Archive

Frankenstein (1910) - Internet Archive

Frankenstein (1931) - Internet Archive

Freaks (1932) - Internet Archive

Halloween (1978) - Internet Archive

The Hills Have Eyes (1977) - YouTube

The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) - Internet Archive

The Mummy (1932) - Internet Archive

Nosferatu (1922) - Internet Archive

The Omen (1976) - YouTube

Opera (1987) - YouTube

The Phantom of the Opera (1925) - Internet Archive

The Silence of the Lambs (1991) - Internet Archive

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) - YouTube

They Live (1988) - Internet Archive

insane. genuinely so, regardless of verse. you're not leaving the bed for three days and that is a conservative estimate.

aerion has wanted this with a ferocity that has no bottom. the proposal isn't the climax for him, it's the uncaging. every year he's spent wanting you. every version of himself that's been told no, not yours, never yours. all of that morphs the second you say yes into something white-hot and half-feral.

he doesn't become gentle. he becomes unleashed. the difference between aerion wanting you and aerion having you is the difference between a leashed dog and an open maw.

he fucks you like he's trying to leave a record. like if he can just get deep enough, thorough enough, he can carve wife into your bones where no one can undo it. you come so many times you lose count and he's still going. still dragging orgasms out of you with his hands and his mouth and his cock like he's offended by the concept of you being anything less than ruined.

and the thing is... he passes out. he does. he's human. collapses face-down into the mattress with his arm slung across your waist, breathing hard, platinum hair wrecked and sticking to his skin. you think okay, done, I can close my eyes for five minutes—

and then his hand tightens. pulls you back against him. you feel him hard against you already and you're like aerion it has been forty minutes and he just makes this low, dangerous sound against your shoulder like the concept of a refractory period is beneath him personally.

you tease him. because of course you do. you're still you. you trace his jaw and murmur something about how tired he looks, how maybe he needs a nap, and the noise that comes out of him is practically a snarl. he's shoving your thighs apart before you finish the sentence, mouth on your throat, voice all gravel and bite: "quiet, wife. you should be busy moaning my name."

Meanwhile, dennis has half of robbys underwear at home, frequently wearing them to work