#arthur shaw

[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2024: 92. Starve Acre (2023) - Dir. Daniel Kokotajlo

[thecinamonroe]

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller photographed in New York, NY, 1957. Photographs by Sam Shaw.

[twola]

Don’t mind me hyperventilating over here after getting back this BEAUTIFUL piece by the amazing @crowtrail of a future scene of Ruth and Arthur in Devil’s Backbone 😭🥰

[hewasanavatardearlord]

*Me emerging from nowhere breaking into these men's houses and going "tsk fucking homosexual" and then jumping out through the window*

[stupidbeemeen]

Happy Birthday, Ethan Hawke

[taliacelik]

me and Albert xo

[jokeringcutio]

SOMG PASSED 600 FOLLOWERS 🥳

personally, I am still waiting for a good Michael Myers or Art the Clown prompt :3

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[francis-writes]

Hello can you do a smut with some steamy anal the reader is female it either be The Grabber or Arthur Harrow. And take your time. No worries. I understand how it is when I have trouble writing.

Arthur Harrow

You moaned and grabbed the sheets, as Arthur continued playing with your clitoris. Your body was shaking under work of his skilled tongue. You reached to him and ruffled his hair. He looked up at you, smiling.

"Do you enjoy it, my goddess?"

"Of course. I thought... would you like to do anal today?"

He leaned over and started kissing up your body, across the belly and between your breast. His hair tickled your skin.

"If you want this" he replied "I am honored. Who will be receiving?"

"You will be on top today"

You got up and started looking through things in your closet. When you found everything, you came back to the bed with lube and set of butt plugs. You laid on your back and rested your legs on Arthur's shoulders. He took some lube and started massaging your butthole. He ran his finger up and down, and gently pressed it for a few moments before he pushed it inside. His moves were still slow, you tilted your head back enjoying his delicate caress. Arthur was a careful, devoted lover and each part of the sexual act was equally important to him. He always made sure you were ready and aroused - you could say that he sometimes waited too long with action but it only made the pleasure stronger after he made you twist your body and beg him to posses you and to give you awaited relief.

He removed his finger and reached for the smallest butt plug but you stopped him.

"No, no, I won't even feel it. Use larger one"

"Aren't you too much in a hurry?" He smiled and raised an eyebrow but obediently took biggest toy. He put extra portion of lube on your butthole and pressed butt plug to your entrance.

"I will push now" he warned "Tell me if you want to stop"

You nodded. As butt plug went deeper in your body, you breathed out. Finally the widest part get inside and you sighed at this sensation, even though you knew it was just getting started. Arthur pulled it out a bit and pushed back. You grabbed sheets again and tried to hold back sounds as he was repeating his action.

"Enough" you finally said "I want you inside"

"As you wish" he pulled out the plug and put it aside. You turned over and rested on your elbows and knees, with your ass high in the air. Arthur leaned over  and kissed the place where your spine was ending. Then he stroked your asscheeks.

"You're beautiful like that, you know? That's the prettiest ass I have ever seen"

You chuckled.

"Thank you. I can't lie, yours is breathtaking as well"

He pressed tip of his member to your tight butthole. You felt relaxed, as always in his presence, fully aware that Arthur puts safety and pleasure of his lover on a first place.

He started pushing. You gripped your teeth. It wasn't painful but feeling of your asshole getting wider was... weird. Still, there was some satisfaction when the whole dick fit in, filling you. Arthur started fucking you. He didn't say anything, focusing completely on the action but you could hear quiet gasps and moans coming from him. You kept your mouth open, breathing deeply as he was thrusting into you. The pleasure was so intense, you felt as if your body couldn't take it all.

You reached to your clit and started playing with yourself. Attacked from both sides, you started moaning loudly and these sounds only gave Arthur more energy to keep going. His moves got faster and your moans got louder. You arched your back, overhelmed with pleasure. You felt as if you lost control over your body.

Finally, your muscles twitched and you came. Arthur pulled out and you fell on the bed, powerless. You turned on your back; he laid beside you, kissed you and put his arm around you.

"Are you pleased?" He asked quietly. You smiled to him and nodded.

The Grabber

You were laying on the dirty mattress with legs spread wide. Your kidnapper pressed you to the ground with his weight, you were whimpering quietly as he bit your body. There were no reason for you to hold back moans and other noises though - basement was soundproof and nobody upstairs would hear you even if you screamed for your life.

But you didn't mind. Of course, you would rather be free and able to go wherever you want but since you slid your hand into the Grabber's pants for the first time, his visits became the best part of your monotonous prison life.

He interrupted marking your chest and he knelt.

"Get on your hands and knees"

You followed his order - you had time to learn how disobeying him ended - and turned your head to look at him.

"Doggy?"

"No, this time I will try your pretty ass" he patted your butt and you felt uneasy. There had to be way to discourage him. He's gonna destroy you!

"But... we don't have lube. It won't fit in!" Even if he bought lube, Al was too brutal and uninterested in other's sensations to try anal with him. And you were sure he wouldn't buy a lube in case it would catch someone's attention.

"I brought some butter. It will be enough"

"What? It doesn't work in real life-" you thought he should watch less movies and you tried to get up but the Grabber pushed you. When you landed flat on your belly, he pressed you to the floor with one hand and with the other he reached to a small pack he brought with himself.

"Trust me little dove, I don't wanna hurt you. As long as you behave" he started massaging your butthole and soon he pushed a finger inside. You gasped.

"We need to get you ready, I am not a monster" he cooed you as he inserted a second finger and started fucking you with them. You lowered your head, breathing heavily. The sensation wasn't inpleasant... it was just overhelming since you didn't play with your butt before.

Finally Al pulled out his fingers, and when you turned back your head, you saw him putting grease on his dick. He moved closer and placed himself near your entrance. You almost stopped breathing when he started pushing his cock inside. It was painful at first and you groaned. The Grabber stopped and stroked your ass.

"I will do it slower, try to relax"

He pulled out a bit and pushed again, very slowly this time. You focused on your breath and tried to loosen your muscles. When he was finally completely inside you, he started thrusting in fast pace and you couldn't hold back moan. This wasn't like usual penetration, you felt as if the sensation possesed your whole body. It wasn't painful now but you felt much more vulnerable in this state and somehow it made you more turned on. You felt wetness between your  legs as he rested his hand on your head, pushing you into mattress.

"You like it, don't you? So why did you protest?"

"I- was stuupid" you half said, half moaned, trying to catch some air as the Grabber was possesing your body. Some part of you felt that you can't take these sensations anymore, the rest of you didn't want him to stop.

"Dirty bitch, you will do anything I want" his hips were hitting your ass consistently, as he was sliding into you fully, filling you with his thick cock "Not because you have to... but because you enjoy being my little toy"

You couldn't even form a word, so you only moaned in response. Was he wrong? You were his prisoner and your only duty was to pleasure him. And somehow... you felt more happy in this role than before, when you were free.

[mandowifey]

Headcanon request for either Albert Shaw or Arthur Harrow as a dad. But honestly, I would accept such a Headcanon for any villianeous character you write about. So surprise me.

This has been sitting in my head for awhile, so I'm excited to get to work on it.

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

Warnings: Hints of Dubcon, definitely Noncon, implications of above mentions, crazy boys around kids, reader is not referred to by specific gender terms but is able to get pregnant.

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

A child to him is a means of keeping you beside him. The bond would tie you two together forever. He likes the sense of control it brings him, especially over you. When you first met him, you were on the pill and mentioned never wanting kids of your own. But Arthur, as he does, convinces you otherwise. Perhaps even it was an 'accident'. He is certainly the kind of man who would swap your birth control with sugar pills. But he'd smile anyways and assure you it was fate.

While pregnant, you would be doted over. Every need met, whether it be from him or his followers. You would be given luxury and love and treasured like a little goddess. This is Arthur's child, after all, and that baby would be considered a herald. He would enjoy sitting with you, head on your stomach as you two talked. He would additionally make sure you ate well and took all the things you need for a healthy child. Arthur enjoys touching your belly while he reads or falls asleep. You have never looked more stunning.

When the child arrives, Arthur is in love immediately. While most wish for a boy, he always wanted a girl. Regardless, he was happy with whichever. He would sit beside you and help you cradle the crying newborn, imagining all the great things your baby would grow to accomplish. You, as the carrier, get to name the baby. Arthur would suggest names of course but leave the choice to you.

Fatherhood suits him. The man is extremely patient and controlled. He is great with teaching your child and helping them along. You've never heard him laugh so much before. There is considerable joy in his life now, and it shows. That baby would be raised with love and expectations. However, he is stern and unrelenting. The child never gets away with anything, and punishment is taken very seriously. It will learn that for actions, there are consequences.

I think Arthur would be a natural with parenting and fatherhood. He'd enjoy the molding of such a young life. He would eventually ask you for another, and maybe one more, once the first is a little older.

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Albert Shaw has never wanted children. As a child, he was violently abused and mistreated. He can not mentally grasp the responsibility of a child (even if he can raise and train a dog, it's different).

That being said, in this instance, you are a victim/obsession that he's grown fond of and wants to keep. Pregnancy at its core appeals to him. The idea of his seed stuck inside of you, the fact that you are forced to grow and bear something that is equal parts his own excites him. He enjoys the thought of you being stuck with a piece of him inside of you and for life. But that is just about where it ends for him.

When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he'd simply watch. Maybe, depending on if he really enjoys you, he'll give you water and use his softer tone to reassure you that all was well. He does find it arousing that your skin clears and breasts swell - he'd be very interested in those. When your tummy grows, he'd touch it and talk to you about it, generally wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Being stuck with a piece of me inside of you."

When it came time for birth, you were most likely alone. Stuck in the basement and forced to go through the entire process alone. In this instance, if you survived, he would return home surprised to see and hear a baby.

There is a long pause, and he is gripping and loosening his hands. You can't really tell what he's thinking. You would be filthy, tired, barely awake if not for that need to protect your newborn. He would come across the room and shake his head, scolding you about the mess you made. You are afraid when he sits beside you and looks at the child. Part of you wants to believe he cares, but you see no semblance of love in those eyes of his.

He'd sit in silence for a while, wincing if the baby cried. Eventually, when you got too tired to keep awake, he'd take the child out of your arms and leave the basement.

And you would never see the baby again.

[oliversexireed77]

[thecinamonroe]

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller photographed by Sam Shaw in Amagansett, New York (1957).

[septirgo]

Gifs of Ethan Hawke in the upcoming movie

Strange Way Of Life

Kindly credit me if ever used @septirgo

[infinitemarilynmonroe]

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller photographed by Sam Shaw, 1957.

[stupidbeemeen]

⚠️NSFW: OC x Cannon⚠️

Arthur Harrow x OC

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My first NSFW work 🥺✨

Full pic:👇👇👇

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley

Aimee Ferrier

Sun 1 October 2023 21:15, UK

Voices as incredible as the one belonging to Jeff Buckley don’t come around too often. Unfortunately, after releasing one record, Grace, Buckley, with all his potential, was taken away too soon. At the age of 30, the singer went for a swim from which he never returned, drowning in the Mississippi River.

Yet, his legacy lives on as one of the most influential artists to emerge from the 1990s, and his music is widely celebrated today for its emotional and lyrical complexity. Not only did Buckley possess an otherworldly voice, but he was also an extremely gifted guitar player and writer, with all his talents combining to create a masterful body of work.

Even when Buckley was covering other artists’ songs, such as ‘Lilac Wine’, ‘The Other Woman’ and ‘Hallelujah’, he imbued the pieces with his own distinctive style. Yet, his penchant for covers wasn’t a reflection of an aversion to writing. Buckley knew how to pen a stunningly poetic track, with songs like ‘Lover, You Should’ve Come Over’ and ‘Morning Theft’ suggesting that even if Buckley didn’t have the vocal pipes he was gifted with, he’d get by just fine as a writer.

Buckley took inspiration from many different writers and musicians when writing his own songs. Musically, Buckley looked back to folk artists like Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan and, of course, his own father, Tim Buckley, from whom he was estranged. Elsewhere, he loved the work of Pakistani singer Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the rich tones of Nina Simone, and Led Zeppelin, calling Robert Plant “my man”.

However, when it came to his literary inspirations, Buckley had an extensive book collection, which he no doubt looked to for ideas when writing his lyrics. He owned a lot of poetry, with Rainer Maria Rilke proving to be a particular favourite. Not only did Buckley own Dunio Elegies, Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations Poems from the Book of Hours, but he also owned his epistolary collection Letters to a Young Poet.

Buckley was also a fan of the classic American poet Walt Whitman, owning Leaves of Grass and From the Soil. Of course, no poetry collection is complete without copies of Arthur Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell and Illuminations, alongside some Charles Baudelaire – Buckley-owned Paris Spleen. The singer also owned the Selected Poems of confessional poet Anne Sexton and modernist writer T.S Eliot.

Check out Buckley’s complete poetry collection below.

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley:

Dunio Elegies – Rainer Maria Rilke

Poems from the Book of Hours – Rilke

Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations – Rilke

Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman

From This Soil – Whitman

The Odyssey – Homer

Early Work, 1970-1979 – Patti Smith

You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense – Charles Bukowski

Selected Poems of Ezra Pound

The Complete Lyrics – Hank Williams

A Haiku Journey: Basho’s Narrow Road to a Far Province – Matsuo Basho

Paris Spleen – Charles Baudelaire

The Captain’s Verses – Pablo Neruda

Selected Poems – T.S. Eliot

A Season in Hell and Illuminations – Arthur Rimbaud

Writing and Drawings – Bob Dylan

Ode to Walt Whitman – Federico Garcia Lorca

New Poems: 1962 – Robert Graves

Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems – Jim Carroll

Selected Poems of Anne Sexton – Anne Sexton

Selected Poems – John Shaw Neilson

Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge – Demore Schwartz

The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara – Frank O’Hara

Poems – Pier Paolo Pasolini

Space: And Other Poems – Eliot Katz

Tim Buckley Lyrics