Shameful Self Rb Because I Am Once Again Thinking Of These Three

LINK ON AO3 || golden poppy state - chapter two

Instead, the sight of Cary on screen only serves as fodder for his overactive fantasies. By the halfway point, when the popcorn is long gone, he can't stop imagining himself and Bill in the place of Cary and Alexis Smith, switching places each second so the image never sticks beyond the knowledge of the fact that it's definitely Bill he'd rather see on the screen. More than once throughout the film’s runtime, Jay glances over to Bill to watch the angles of his face lit up under the screen’s light and to take in the way his expressions fold and change in reaction to the story, and he finds it impossibly hard to tear his eyes away.

what level of whipped is it to think your boy best friend looks better than cary grant.

Cillian Murphy | Rolling Stone UK (2023)

whenever characters have a weird dad and a missing/dead/unmentioned mom the fandom tendency is to assume she's normal to balance it out. but it's always valid to instead assume she matched his freak. that she was freakier. if canon won't give you enough insane women to work with it's always morally correct to fill in the blanks with your own

"empowering women by sending katy perry to space for 2 minutes" shut the fuck up. samantha cristoforetti was the first female commander of the international space station and she became an astronaut because of star trek. and there is a real chance she is a kirk/spock shipper

My fave part of the first Avengers film is when Steve is getting those civilians out of the building but then when he's about to get absolutely blasted he jumps up and curls into a little ball behind his shield and then just hovers in mid air waiting to get hit

TOMMY SHELBY — PEAKY BLINDERS S01E04

@shirasorin commented: "Tommy being Incredibly suby for John." on this post

(putting a cut on my yelling starting now cause i've realized it's literally the nice thing to do cause i know my thoughts are very ooc and not everyone wants to see that! i can be a decent human i swear it by the old gods and the new!)

It's like an itch, one that won't go away till it's raw and bleeding, the subsequent scab is almost more annoying than the initial itch.

"So sweet when you're like this, not a word comin' from your mouth 'less it's please and thank you. S'how it should be," John murmurs in his ear, chin hooked over Tommy's shoulder to look down at his working hand. Well, one of his working hands, John's got his left hand -the one he's watching- in a loose fist around Tommy's cock, and his right pumping three fingers into his older brother's slicked hole.

Thank God for Vaseline and door locks.

There's probably a better place to do this than Tommy's little twin bed, a nice hotel or even a wagon out in the countryside, somewhere Tommy doesn't have to worry about being too loud, a place where he can drop to his knees whenever John commands, doesn't have to wear a thread of clothing all day, let John tough as he pleases, bend Tommy over as he pleases... For now, though, he has to be grateful that he's getting anything at all from John.

And so here they are: both of them stripped bare, slotted together back to front while they kneel on Tommy's thin mattress, Tommy practically sitting -squirming- in John's lap as his little brother uses his body as he pleases. Exactly where Tommy wants to be, canting his hip back and forth-back and forth, fucking John's calloused hand and fucking himself on John's thick fingers, whimpering every time they manage to brush against his sweet spot, hanging his head low as color rises to his cheeks when John lets out an amused sound against the back of his neck. John is fucking laughing at him, laughing at how easy he is to please, how easily he spread his legs for his little brother.

"That feel nice?" Gravel. Gravel and honey is what John's voice sounds like right now as it hums through Tommy's brain, making him shiver and nod clumsily. "Tell me, brother." John sucks a bruise to the lithe muscle of his older brother's shoulder, a mark for Tommy to press on later.

"Feels nice- feels fucking perfect, John, thank you. Fuck, please fuck me, John, please," Tommy pants out, tongue flitting over his lips, hands grasping at John's forearm but not daring to guide him in any way. There will be bruises littering John's arm by the morning with how tight Tommy is clutching at him, his nails nearly breaking the skin.

"Good boy, Tommy. A very good boy you are. I don't think you've earned that yet, though, might have to ask a little nicer," John tightens his grip on Tommy's cock exactly how his brother likes, slowing his right hand to a languid thrust as he does his best to rub them in firm, torturous circles over Tommy's prostate, making him gasp and buck and cause tears to spring to his eyes. If John knows how to do one thing, it's make his older brother cry through an orgasm.

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512 that's a bit more common a wordcount for me lmao Thank you for the prompt!!!!!!

need to put them both in a blender and see what sludge comes out

(send me an ArthurFinn ask and i will worship the ground you walk on)