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raekensluver · 2 months ago

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green sweater

description: a party, a familiar flat, and the boy in the sweater you bought him. the breakup felt final. seeing him again makes you question everything.

pairing: ex!arthur frederick x fem!reader

contains: angst, fluff, platonic!chris md x fem!reader, platonic!harry lewis x fem!reader, drinking.

song rec: the cut that always bleeds by conan gray- "but even though you're killing me, i need you like the air i breathe."

w.c: 1.7k

you didn’t expect your stomach to drop the moment you stepped into the party. but there it was—the air thick with music, sweat, and the kind of memories you’ve tried your best to forget.

harry’s flat is buzzing, packed wall to wall with familiar faces from old nights and youtube screens. someone’s yelling about a game in the living room, bass from the speaker rattling half-empty bottles on the counter. it smells like cheap beer, perfume, and someone’s cologne that tugs at something in your chest before you can stop it.

you should’ve turned around the second you walked in.

but then harry spots you from across the room, grinning like he’s genuinely surprised. he’s a little flushed from drinking and heat, hoodie sleeves pushed up, holding a nearly empty pint glass. “no way,” he says, pulling you into a quick hug. “you came!”

“hey,” you say, laughing lightly. “thought i’d crash for a bit.”

“i thought you were still living it up across the globe. didn’t know you were back in town.”

“just got in last week,” you say, scanning the room like it might settle the nerves crawling up your spine. “still getting used to the jet lag.”

“well, you’ve been missed,” he says sincerely. “beer’s in the kitchen. go grab one before chris drinks the rest.”

you nod, muttering a thanks before weaving through the crowd. it’s easier not to think when you’re moving, easier to pretend this is just another night out with old friends. you head for the fridge and grab a drink, your hand barely around the cold can when you hear someone shift behind you.

you turn—and freeze.

arthur.

he’s standing just a few feet away, red cup in hand, leaned casually against the counter like it doesn’t cost him anything to be here. his hair is longer than it used to be, curling slightly at the ends like it always does when he forgets to get it cut. and then there’s the sweater. the green knitted sweater. the one you bought him for your first anniversary.

your heart lurches in your chest. it’s a little stretched now, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the yarn softer from a hundred washes—but it’s unmistakably the same. seeing him in it feels like getting the wind knocked out of you. he kept it. he’s wearing it. tonight, of all nights.

he sees you. and for a second—just one brief, unbearable second—neither of you says a word.

“hey,” he says finally, voice low and stiff around the edges.

you blink, your breath catching. “hey.”

the awkwardness hangs there, thick as fog. you glance around, pretending to be more interested in the condensation on your drink than the way his eyes linger a little too long on your face.

“you look… good,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

you nod slowly. “so do you.”

there’s a pause.

too many people around to pretend this is private, but somehow, in the middle of the noise, it still feels like a spotlight’s been thrown right on the two of you. like everyone else faded into the background the second you locked eyes.

you hadn’t prepared for this. for him. for how just seeing arthur again makes your lungs forget how to work properly.

“how’ve you been?” he asks eventually.

you take a sip to delay answering. “alright. just getting settled again.”

“you’re back, then?”

“yeah,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “for good.”

he nods. you think you see something shift in his expression—surprise, maybe. or hope. but it’s gone before you can hold on to it.

chris appears like some sort of guardian angel, stepping beside you with a comforting grin. “there you are,” he says. then, seeing arthur: “hey, mate.”

arthur gives a small nod. “hey.”

chris senses the tension, obviously, but doesn’t comment on it. he’s always been good at reading the room. instead, he turns to you. “you alright?”

you nod, smile a little too tightly. “yeah. just… didn’t expect to see him here.”

chris follows your gaze back toward arthur, who’s now turned slightly, talking to someone else but not really looking at them. his fingers tap restlessly against the rim of his cup.

“ah,” chris says.

he gets it. they all do, really. you and arthur were a thing—the kind people saw and said, they’ll last. he was the calm to your chaos, the softness in your sarcasm. he used to say you made everything feel slower in the best way. like time paused when you were with him.

“looks good,” you murmur, bitterness tucked just behind your teeth.

chris nods, soft. “he’s been trying. been a bit quiet since you left. keeps busy with work and filming, but…” he trails off. “i think he’s still figuring it out.”

you look down at your drink, watching the bubbles pop at the surface.

“he said he understood when i left,” you say, voice low. “said he supported it. but the look on his face…”

“yeah,” chris says. “sometimes the right thing still breaks you.”

you blink fast, swallowing around the lump rising in your throat. “it wasn’t easy for me either.”

“i know,” chris says gently. “he knows too. deep down. but that pride, you know? gets in the way. especially with someone you loved like that.”

“loved.” past tense.

it tastes wrong.

chris is pulled into a game of beer pong shortly after, and you’re left standing on the edges of the party, pretending to scroll your phone, pretending not to notice arthur looking your way again.

except you always notice.

you feel him in your peripheral vision like a pull. and when your eyes meet for the third time that night, it’s like gravity. he looks away first. you take another sip.

an hour passes. maybe two. you don’t remember half the conversations you’ve had. don’t remember the names of the people you’ve smiled at, the things they said. you only remember that arthur’s still here. that he hasn’t left. that every time he laughs across the room, something aches deep in your chest.

it’s late when the crowd starts thinning. the music lowers. people leave in pairs or threes, jackets tugged on, rides called. you’re standing near the hallway, coat draped over your arm, ready to go—emotionally drained and emotionally full all at once—when you feel it.

that presence again.

you don’t hear him approach until he’s there. close. too close.

“hey,” he says.

you turn, heart in your throat. “hey.”

he looks older now. not in a bad way—just… different. his eyes are a little sadder, jaw a little tighter. but it’s the sweater again that breaks you.

you can’t stop staring at it. and he notices.

“i didn’t think you’d remember this,” he says, his voice barely audible over the soft music.

“of course i do,” you whisper. “i bought it.”

he exhales, like that meant more than he’s willing to admit. like it cracked something in him too.

“i didn’t know you’d be here,” he says.

“wasn’t planning on it,” you say. “kind of just… showed up.”

he nods. there’s something in the way he looks at you now, like he’s trying to piece together everything he can’t ask.

you hesitate, then decide to tell him. because maybe it matters. maybe he deserves to know.

“i quit my job.”

his eyebrows lift, surprise flickering across his face. but he doesn’t say anything. just waits.

“i’m moving back to london,” you say. “been here a week. staying with a friend while i look at flats.”

he blinks. “seriously?”

you nod.

the silence that follows is heavier than it should be. not tense—just full of all the things left unsaid.

“what happened?” he asks quietly.

you breathe in, slow. “it wasn’t what i thought it’d be. it was exciting. busy. fast-paced. everything i thought i wanted.”

he doesn’t say anything.

“but i was tired all the time,” you admit. “lonely. and i realized i didn’t love it enough to keep losing pieces of myself over it.”

your eyes find his. “so i came home.”

that word—home—hits him. you see it in the way his lips part slightly. in the way his grip on his cup tightens. like he’s trying to stay still when everything in him wants to move.

“i don’t really know what i’m doing next,” you say. “just… figuring it out as i go.”

your eyes drift over his face, drinking him in like a memory you’ve missed too much. his hair. his eyes. the familiarity of him that settles in your bones. god, you missed him. more than you ever let yourself say.

seeing your ex at a party hurts in a way you weren’t prepared for. not because you want to cry or scream. but because he’s still him. still the boy you loved. still the man you might still love. and pretending you could ever go back to being just friends feels like a cruel joke.

“does it feel weird being back?” arthur asks softly.

“everything feels weird,” you admit with a quiet laugh. “but this? talking to you like this? i don’t know. it kind of feels like i can breathe again.”

his eyes flicker—just for a moment. and you see it. the crack in his armor. the part of him that still feels everything you’re trying not to say.

“you really are here,” he murmurs, more to himself.

“i really am.” and you don’t say it, but it echoes in your head anyway: i think i came back for more than just the city.

arthur nods slowly, like he’s making a choice in real time. “do you wanna… go somewhere quieter? talk, maybe?” he asks. “just us?”

you look at him, heart thudding like it might burst out of your chest. not from nerves—but from hope. timid, fragile hope. “yeah,” you whisper. “i’d like that.”

he doesn’t smile big. he just nods again, like he’s afraid a bigger reaction might break whatever spell this moment is holding over you both. but his eyes—they say everything.

and for the first time in a long while, you don’t feel like you’re standing in the ruins of something.

you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re standing at the beginning of whatever comes next.

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lunatic-pudge · 2 months ago

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Arthur Morgan Relationship Headcanons

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Took me a second but here we are, gang!

Have some Arthur Morgan for the soul. And please request some Red Dead stuff. I wanna write more for them.

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-My God, he's such an ideal boyfriend. This man thinks he doesn't get bitches but it's a lie! He gets ALL THE BITCHES!

-Is the type to leave flowers and gifts by your bedside. Perhaps even little love letters or drawings too. Is definitely the type to draw you when you're asleep but won't say or show cause he thinks his art isn't good

-Looks like he could kill you but is a big, soft teddy bear on the inside. I wanna climb this man like a tree

-Such a romantic even if he doesn't mean to be. Definitely an affectionate partner it's adorable. He loves being able to sit by you while you both do your own thing while occasionally stealing kisses from each other

-Overprotective. Doesn't trust certain members of the camp (Micah) so he tries to always be in your presence and keep an eye on you. While he is overprotective, Arthur isn't one to resort to fights when confronting the offender who thinks they can steal you from him

-A great person to go to when you need someone to vent to. While Arthur doesn't have much to say at times, he'll gladly let you vent out all your frustrations. He loves being able to hear your voice. It's like talking to an angel to him

-Snuggles galore. Loves being snuggled up with you, soaking up your love and attention. It fuels him to keep going. Though, Arthur isn't one to ask for some cuddles. He's too shy to ask and that's okay

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr 2 #rdr x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader

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no-144444 · 4 months ago

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hi, can i req a blurb about the drivers playing mafia (like some weird among us shit or something) and how they'd kind of play it and who would win. I've watched loads videos by a creator on insta and her videos have now led to this.

the grid: mafia!

starring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, George Russell, Kimi Anotonelli, Alex Albon, Carlos Sainz, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Max Verstappen, Charles LeClerc, Lewis Hamilton, Arthur LeClerc, Zhou Guanyu, Ollie Bearman, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan, Franco Colapinto.

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(If you don't know how to play mafia i wrote out a long explanation down below so just scroll until you see RULES :)

In this, you’re the mayor and your boyfriend (driver of your choice) is playing the game with the rest of the drivers. With their name, I’ll tell you what character they are. We’re playing with all of the regular rules, and the Nobody Knows skull, because this game clearly isn’t confusing enough. We have 18 players (plus you as the mayor), so there are 5 mafia, 2 doctors, 1 sheriff, and the rest are civilians. For the purpose of this game, I decided on two doctors, who vote separately on who should be saved.

If y’all have any questions, comment down below :)

(BTW whoever sent this idea in i fucking love it and i love mafia)

Characters

Oscar Piastri: Mafia Lando Norris: Civilian George Russell: Doctor Kimi Antonelli: Civilian Alex Albon: Civilian Carlos Sainz: Civilian Logan Sargeant: Civilian Daniel Riccardo: Sheriff Liam Lawson: Mafia Max Verstappen: Mafia Charles LeClerc: Doctor Lewis Hamilton: Civilian Arthur LeClerc: Mafia Zhou Guanyu: Mafia Ollie Bearman: Civilian Jack Doohan: Civilian Paul Aron: Civilian Franco Colapinto: Civilian

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Round one:

Max votes off George IMMEDIATELY, the rest of the mafia go with him.

George saves Alex first.

Charles saves Arthur first.

Daniel decides to check if Max is mafia, he is correct.

Everyone wakes up. You tell the news that George is dead, and both of the doctors saved safe people.

Everyone agrees that Max is mafia, since well… he killed George. They then turn their attention to their next prosecution, Kimi.

Max does not defend himself and admits to his crime.

Kimi tries to defend himself, but they vote him out anyway.

Everyone goes back to sleep.

Round two:

Arthur suggests Paul. Oscar, Zhou, and Liam agree.

Charles saves Carlos next.

Daniel decides to check if Lewis is mafia, he is incorrect.

Everyone wakes up. You inform them that Paul is dead, and the one remaining doctor has saved a safe person.

Everyone agrees that Paul is a strange choice and that it must be someone on the younger end of the grid who raced with him in F2. All attention turns to Ollie and Jack. They both attempt to defend themselves, and Ollie’s works, so they vote out Jack and turn their attention to Lando (for some godforsaken reason). He is shocked by the accusation and tries to dispute it, but he’s super awkward and suspicious, so he gets voted out.

Everyone goes back to sleep.

Round three:

Oscar suggests Charles, since he thinks he’s the remaining doctor based on who he’s saving, the other boys agree.

Charles choses to save himself this round.

Daniel decides to see if Ollie was mafia, he is incorrect.

Everyone wakes up. You inform them that Charles’s life was attempted, but that the doctor saved him.

Everyone agrees that Charles is another strange choice, but they guess it may be Carlos and Arthur. After trying to convince everyone that they’re not it, they are voted off anyway, and the mafia is getting smaller.

Everyone goes back to sleep.

Round Four:

Liam suggests Lewis, since no one will guess it’s them, Oscar and Zhou go with him.

Charles choses to save Oscar this round.

Daniel decides to see if Liam is mafia, he is correct.

Everyone wakes up. You inform them that Lewis is dead, and the doctor saved a safe person.

Everyone decides Lews is a dangerous choice and it would have to be someone close to him. They suggest Daniel and Franco. They both try to defend themselves, but because of Daniel’s weird knowledge of who’s mafia and not, and Franco’s general weirdness(/love for Lewis), they’re voted out.

Everyone goes to sleep.

Round five:

With 3 mafia and 3 players left, the boys decide to kill Charles.

Charles saves Alex this time.

Everyone wakes up. You inform them that Charles is dead, and the doctor saved a safe person.

People suggest Logan and Liam, and they’re voted out.

You reveal that the mafia had won, since there are only 2 civilians, and 2 mafia left. You revealed all the roles; Daniel as Sheriff, Charles and George as Doctors, Oscar, Liam, Arthur, Zhou and Max as Mafia.

The game is over.

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Oscar Piastri: Mafia

Gives you a stink eye when he realises you put him as mafia.

Doesn’t really mind who gets voted off, and barely does anything to convince people he’s not mafia, they just assume you’d never pick him.

Weirdly really good at reeling Max in when he starts pointing at multiple people.

Not great at not opening his eyes, but only so you’ll come and stand behind him.

Just shrugs when Lando looks at him with the biggest look of betrayal after the game.

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Lando Norris: Civilian

Annoyed you didn’t pick him as mafia or something cooler (he knows it’s because you can’t trust his big mouth, but whatever, still stings).

Tries to bribe you with kisses to give him a better role.

Does not suspect Oscar or Arthur in the slightest, but had an inkling about Liam and Max.

Doesn’t matter anyways, he gets voted out on the 2nd round.

Spends the rest of the time as your assistant. (aka being deeply unhelpful and trying to distract you, so much so that the rest of them put him in time out.

He’s frowny again, until you let him help you.

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George Russell: Doctor

Pissed that Max voted him out immediately.

Knew it was Max.

Whinges about it.

Complains by your side as you try to direct the game, but you eventually have to tell him to get lost.

Complains to Alex about that.

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Kimi Antonelli: Civilian

Does not understand the game at all.

Kind of annoyed he gets voted out, but just relaxes by your side as you mc the game.

Kind of enjoys watching you take control

Has a bunch of fun even though he technically lost on the first round.

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Alex Albon: Civilian

Is SO locked in.

He acts like a detective

Listens to you no matter what.

Shushes people.

The most suspicious person in the circle, you were shocked that he didn’t get voted off.

Is annoyed he lowkey lost the game, but proud he was one of the last two.

Did not expect Oscar to be mafia at all, had thought about Zhou being mafia though.

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Carlos Sainz: Civilian

Annoyed you didn’t put him as sheriff but whatever.

Tried to convince everyone to vote out Lando in the first round but it didn’t stick.

Tried to convince everyone Charles was Mafia during round three, but got voted out.

PISSED he got voted out.

Sulked with Lando until you came over and apologised for playing the game 🙄

Enjoyed the rest of the game though, ‘watching was more fun’.

Liar, he was so jealous Alex got to the last two.

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Logan Sargeant: Civilian

Had no idea how he got to the last round.

Had no idea what was going on.

Kept asking stupid questions and getting shushed by Alex.

Sent you looks of ‘help me’ and ‘what the fuck do i do?’ every five seconds.

Had you explain the entire game again after.

Only then got the premise.

Annoyed at himself for not getting it the first time bc he loves murder mysteries.

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Daniel Riccardo: Sheriff

LOVED his role. Thanked you with a kiss when everyone had their eyes closed.

Told Lewis he was sheriff.

Was annoyed when he got voted out, but he just stayed by you instead.

Him and Lewis kind of took control of the group as the leaders (not shocking).

Had an inkling Oscar was mafia, but wasn’t sure.

Congratulated him on being a ‘cut-throat killer’ after the game.

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Liam Lawson: Mafia

SO into it.

He loved his team for mafia.

Got kind of annoyed when Max basically outed himself, but it was bound to happen.

Took control of the group after Max left.

Was upset he didn’t get to the last two, but proud of his team for winning anyway.

So competitive it was verging on being an ick.

But he reeled himself in when you grimaced when he shouted at one of the town-meetings.

Kissed you in celebration for winning and made everyone pose for a photo for his instagram.

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Max Verstappen: Mafia

Had one mission, GET GEORGE OUT FIRST ROUND.

Fulfilled his role, and just sat by your side the rest of the time.

Occasional shusher during town meetings.

Pointed out who was looking when they shouldn’t be.

Enjoyed himself for sure.

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Charles LeClerc: Doctor

PANICKED.

Wasn’t totally sure on the rules, but was so shocked that he saved himself.

Lowkey thought Oscar was mafia but then thought his adopted son would never kill him.

He was wrong, and betrayed.

Made Oscar and Arthur publicly apologise on his instagram, tiktok, and twitter.

Didn’t want to play again unless he was a civilian.

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Lewis Hamilton: Civilian

Enjoys the drama.

LIVING for the George / Max beef.

Following Daniel’s lead in town meetings, but he was deffo one of the people everyone listened to.

Daniel told him he was the sheriff but he didn’t believe him.

Was proud of how you set up the game so well and how everyone listened to you.

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Arthur LeClerc: Mafia

My boy was LOCKED TF IN.

He was ready to win, until he slipped up and tried to kill his own brother (crazy work but whatever)

When Arthur was revealed as Mafia, Charles was livid.

Another public apology was made.

He loved being mafia, but when he was done he kind of just lay in your lap.

He was tired 💤

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Zhou Guanyu: Mafia

Glad to be on the mafia side.

HAPPY HE WON

Goated Guanyu fr

Luckiest mfer ever no one suspected him

Only Paul brought it up and he died the next round so 😚

Thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

Loved the mafia team too.

10/10 would play again.

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Ollie Bearman: Civilian

Had no clue what tf was going on.

Shocked he made it to the last round after almost being kicked out during round two

Opened his eyes every single time and knew Max was mafia, but thought that saying that would be super suspicious since how else would he know unless he opened his eyes?

Told Paul he knew Max was mafia and Paul ratted on him as a cheater to you.

He didn’t exactly enjoy the disappointed look you gave him and apologised.

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Jack Doohan: Civilian

Wanted to be in the game longer but deffo enjoyed himself.

Annoyed it was Paul’s death that got him out.

Wanted a better role and *also* tried to bribe you with kisses.

Lowkey almost worked… 🤭

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Paul Aron: Civilian

Was annoyed he didn’t get mafia.

Pissed he got murdered in the second round too, so just brooded in the corner before you called him back to help you keep track of everything.

Took his job very seriously.

SHOCKED AND APPALLED that oscar was mafia.

Enjoyed himself anyway.

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Franco Colapinto: Civilian

Hurt by the fact that people thought HE would vote out sir lewis hamilton.

Shat himself when he actually got voted out for it and swore up and down to Lewis it wasn’t him.

They spent the rest of the game theorising about the outcome.

Cute bonding moment for them. 🥰

He did not shut up about Lewis for like a week.

It was cute though.

RULES:

So basically, I’ve always played mafia without cards so I’m going to explain it like that. If you know how to play mafia, skip down to the part that says 'must read', if you don't, here's the basic outline of the rules:

You need at least 4 people to play this, plus one GM (game master), who fills the role of the Mayor. Under this will be the list of what every character does, but here’s an explanation of the rules in steps .

1: The mayor tells everyone to close their eyes

2: The mayor tells mafia to wake up and choose their target, then to go back to sleep 3: The mayor tells the doctor to wake up and choose someone to save, then to go back to sleep.

4: The mayor tells the sheriff to wake up and investigate someone.

5: The mayor tells the sheriff if he is right or wrong and tells him o go back to sleep

6: The mayor tells everyone to wake up and prepares the story

7: At this point, the mayor will summarise what happened during ‘the night’. Example: Mayor says "last night, the mafia was angry at somebody who was stealing his money, so he killed person (A), the doctor saved the wrong person." OR "last night... Mafia killed person (A) but the doctor saved him."

8: The mayor: If a person has died at the hand of the Mafia, they are out, but they are still not allowed to reveal their role.)

9: The mayor allows the townspeople to discuss who the mafia might be. The mayor then calls for a vote (here any player can make a claim against any suspicious person.) Only two people can be nominated for prosecution. The mayor then allows the prosecuted to defend themselves, then a vote happens.

10: After a player has received a majority vote against him, he receives the death penalty. (Check "skulls" for variables).

11: Then, the cycle starts again.

How to win the game:

Mafia Win= Killing off everyone until you can't play anymore. Example: There were 8 people in the game with 2 mafia, and the mafia kills 4 people, so there are 2 mafia and 2 other players. The two other players may be able to vote off one of the mafia, but in the next round, one of the normal players will be killed, meaning the last 2 players are 1 mafia and 1 normal person, so you can't win a 1v1 against mafia.

Civilian/Doctor/Sheriff Win= When all mafia are killed off, self explanatory.

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Character List:

Mayor: Has control over the players and directs the game, picks who plays as the other characters. Aim: help the game progress.

Mafias: ‘Kill’ the other players and try to convince the other players who the mafia is without revealing themself/ themselves.

Doctors: Can save other characters and self, but only self every second round.

Sheriff: Points out another player and the mayor can say whether or not they’re mafia, the sheriff then uses this information to sway the rest of the group's opinion.

Civilian

The aim of the game for the civilians, sheriff, and doctor, is to vote out the mafias. The mafia's objective is to stay in the game. Obviously you don’t want to reveal your role if you have an important one but rather convince others you are a civilian.

Main Rules:

The Mayor has the right to silence the group entirely, or restart the game.

Mafia can only choose one target per round (x number of Mafia vote on 1 target together)

Telling someone (other than the Mayor who already knows/ the other people who share your character) what role you play is cheating.

Opening your eyes when not permitted is cheating.

The dead ‘cannot speak’ - as in real life, the dead can give no hints to who the mafia are and can do nothing to sway the group's opinion.

‘Skulls’ Rules: These are optional rules to make the game harder/ more exciting:

You were it? Skull: Allows the mayor to ask if "someone was mafia or not" when they get voted out. It makes the game easier so the group will know how many more mafia are left.

Reveal Yourself! Skull: The only time the mayor asks if somebody "if they are mafia or not" is when that person is voted off, not killed by the mafia. Activating this skull allows for the other roles to reveal themselves when they normally couldn't. Example: When the doctor gets voted off, he/she can now say they were the doctor. (This skull cannot be activated at the same time as the Nobody Knows skull.)

Nobody Knows skull: Activating this skull means that when a person is voted off, they will not state whether or not they were mafia, so it's more difficult to find out if there is still more than one mafia out there.

Wait, the sheriff has a gun? Skull: The sheriff has a gun with 2 bullets. He has a choice whether or not to use it at the beginning of the first two rounds, but he will be unable to check people's innocence, and if he checks for people's innocence first, he will be unable to use the gun. Example: Round 1, the mayor asks the sheriff who he wants to check, but if the sheriff shapes his finger into a gun and points at someone, then the mayor will nod. In the recap, that person dies, but their role cannot be revealed. Round 2, the mayor asks the sheriff who he wants to check, and if the sheriff does check, then his gun is rendered useless.

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artdcnaldson · 5 months ago

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*taps mic* "Ahem... jerking Art off and making him swallow his own cum"

The crowd boos. "That's disgusting!" One yells. "He'd never do that!" Another shouts. Then, everyone gasps and turns around as someone in the back stands and speaks up. "Yes, he would." Says no other than Arthur Clive Donaldson himself.

Alternatively.... cumming in you and then eating you out...

And the crowd goes... home!

🚬

Sighhhh <3

But yeah <3 Especially thinking very hard about jerking off sweet little 2006 Art. Perhaps even comforting him in your hotel room after he's lost the junior US Open final </3

He wants to feel desired, like he's won something. So he feels vindicated when you're clinging to his side, all starry eyed and happy to be in his presence. Patrick is across the room talking to Tashi, showing off his trophy with that dazzling, perfect, smarmy, frustrating smile of his. So he tries to focus on you, as you tell him about how you also won in the mixed doubles tournament, and you saw his final that morning and you thought he played really well.

It doesn't take much convincing to get him to your hotel room— he didn't really want to stay at the afterparty anyway, feeling like Anna Mueller with his stupid little plate engraved— Art Donaldson, runner up. He feels better on your bed, with your tongue down his throat, moaning into your mouth as you strip him out of the fancy outfit his grandma had bought him, expecting a win. A nice white button down, black slacks, his grandad's cufflinks. Even a goddamn tie.

"You're so hot," you murmur against his lips, once he's down to his boxers and you can feel him hard, tenting the fabric. "Can I touch you?"

And, fuck, on a night like this, who is he to refuse?

Your hands are so so soft around him, slick from spit so he can glide in your palm. Slow, practiced. You kiss him so sweetly as you jerk him off, tongue brushing his, licking into his mouth. You can taste the soda he had at the party, the cigarette he'd puffed on while you waited for your shuttle back to the hotel.

"Jesus that's—" He trails off, hips bucking up into your fist, seeking more. But you set the pace, and you want this to be slow. So you just smile, nod and kiss his jaw. You twist your fist a bit and make him groan, so his head falls back and you can trail your hot kisses down his throat. "God, you're killing me."

You relish in having him like this— panting and falling apart in your hand, literally. Art Donaldson— golden boy on the court. You toy with him— slowing down when his moans get too fast, when you feel his balls drawing up and his cock pulsing... speeding up when you want to feel his breath hot, panting against your throat, his kisses insistent.

He doesn't even have time to warn you before he's spilling into your hand. Hot, thick ropes that drip between your fingers. He groans and buries his face in your shoulder, embarrassed by his inability to last during a simple handjob.

"Sorry, that's... sorry," He stammers, his cheeks pretty pink. His cock flags, just a bit between his thighs, and you know this isn't the first time you'll make him cum that night. Not even close.

You kiss his cheek once, then bring your fingers up to his lips. He hesitates, just a moment, before his tongue peeks out, lapping at his spend on your fingers. His nose wrinkles, just a bit at the unfamiliar taste, but he obeys, until there's no trace of him left on your palm other than his spit.

You kiss his lips and taste his cum on his tongue. It doesn't take long for him to get hard again.

#arthur CLIVE donaldson tho???#🚬 anon #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut

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clauscielo · 9 months ago

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⊰⊹ pure, uncorrupted

pairing: arthur morgan & virgin!reader.

summary: you are too pure, too naive. and he hates to see other men fantasizing about tainting you. so, before someone else does - he decides to do it himself.

warnings: mentions of rape/sexual abuse, past physical/psychological abuse, corruption kink, arthur takes reader's virginity, arthur is protective, but lonely and hates himself. legal age gap, oral sex (fem receiving), p-in-v sex, loving sex, creampie - english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes!

he would never forget that day. trelawny had told them a few weeks earlier that, southwest of valentine, just a mile from the village, there was a farm: two houses and a barn. trelawny claimed there was a large amount of money hidden there, illegitimately earned by the family.

that's why they went. micah, bill and arthur set out into the night, riding toward that farm. thieves robbing thieves.

the family consisted of a father and two sons. they had no choice but to wipe them all out. arthur had never liked to take the lives of innocent people, but these people... they didn't feel right.

the house was very untidy inside, grimy, and there was a padlocked door on the upper floor. while micah and bill ransacked the downstairs, he took a look at the bedrooms, and of course, kicked in the locked room door.

you were in there. cowering on the bed, pressed against the wall, shivering and sobbing. you had heard gunshots and banging, you had tried your best not to make any noise, but they had found you. arthur was perplexed. he studied you for a few seconds, processing the situation: this family had you locked in this room. you were wearing torn and dirty rags, and your room was even more neglected. there were flies, food from days ago, and only one bed in the room.

“it's okay, it's okay. i ain't gonna hurt you,” he finally said, slowly approaching you.

micah arrived shortly after, and a crooked smile came across his face.

“well look at this, morgan! i say we have some fun. bill, get up here!” his cruel words irritated arthur deeply.

“get out of here, you foul thing! wait downstairs!” he raised his voice, and micah only let out a challenging laugh. still, he obeyed, after arthur shot him a menacing glare.

you, still shaking and weeping on the bed, watched him. the thought that the man in front of you had protected you from the others, soothed you a little.

arthur couldn't kill you. how could he kill you? it wasn't an option.

“what are you doing here, girl?” he moved a little closer and noticed that one of your legs was covered in bruises.

“i-i was... grounded,” you mumbled, between sobs. arthur frowned and clicked his tongue.

“were those your father and brothers?” he asked, his hand hesitantly stroking your forearm, seeking to calm you.

you nodded, hot, copious tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. he sighed.

“they're dead. i'm sorry,” he began, and his heart shrank at your obvious expression of relief. “you can come with us, we won't hurt you. we'll take you to valentine,” he added.

you nodded, raising your arms toward him. arthur accepted the gesture, and with his strong hands on your armpits, he lifted you and carried you in his arms, heading for his horse.

you refused to stay in valentine that night. you begged again and again to be taken with them. and this snarling, distrustful outlaw, softened at the image of you, a forlorn young woman alone in this world that had so embittered him over the years.

“we're taking her,” arthur said to the other men.

“morgan! we can't afford another mouth to feed!” bill protested.

“we're taking her,” he insisted, his tone firm and intimidating, and the others snorted.

it had been months since that night. you were accepted into the gang of outlaws arthur lived with, but you had a hard time adjusting. you developed an unhealthy attachment to the man who had rescued you, who you considered your hero. whenever arthur was in camp, you followed him, trying to talk to him. being close made you feel better. but he was very cold most of the time.

“girl, really, you need to leave me alone. what d'ya want now?” he said, his tone showing irritation, when you approached to talk to him for the tenth time today.

your smile vanished, your expression transforming into one of pain and embarrassment. you blushed and lowered your gaze, and before you could say anything, he snorted heavily.

“i'm sorry. i'm sorry, i just like to be alone, you know that,” he replied, exasperated.

you fiddled anxiously with the edge of your blouse, pursing your lips sheepishly.

“i just wanted to be with you for a little while,” your voice came out shaky and low. arthur's heart almost melted.

“come,” he said, curtly, sitting down on his bed.

“no, n-no need. i'm sorry to disturb you.”

“come,” he repeated, louder now, as a demand.

you shrank back but obeyed and sat down next to him. he looked at you, his blue eyes scrutinizing your sad, anxious expression, his frown easing.

“i can't be with you all the time,” he explained. your lip quivered, and you nodded.

“i know. i know. i'm sorry.”

“it's not because i don’t want to. it's because this... this thing you got with me, it can't go on,” he said, his hand stroking your hair, tucking a lock behind your ear, his actions contradicting his words. “you're gonna have to leave here someday. and if we don't stop this in time...” his words trailed off.

“i don't want to leave.”

“you're absolutely gonna leave. don't be silly. you don't belong in this kind of life. when you get your strength back, i want you out of here.”

you looked at him, wide-eyed, silent.

“don't look at me like that,” he spat, annoyed. but a second later, he sighed. “we're not doing you any good. not me, not anyone here. you understand that, don't you?”

“i don't have anyone else. i'll be alone,” you said, your heart racing with fear.

arthur stroked your cheek, thoughtfully. he had grown so fond of you these past few months, that he could hardly imagine his life without you anymore. but the rational part of him knew you had no future here, not with someone like him.

that's why he pushed you away. that's why he tried to ignore you. he couldn't stand seeing the way you looked at him, like he was a hero, a savior. because arthur was nothing like that. arthur was a criminal, a murderer, a ruthless, bitter, outlaw with no future, someone who only brought tragedy into people's lives.

“i don't like it when you're this mean to me,” you muttered, pouting, still hurt by how he had greeted you when you came.

“i know. forgive me,” he whispered, looking at your hand. he wanted to take it, to feel it, but didn't dare to.

weeks passed. arthur hated the way the men looked at you. micah, especially. that sick, deranged bastard. he mocked your innocence, your naivety.

“well, i've been dying to deflower that little lassie, the new one. ever since we saw her at the farm i been saying we have fun with her, but morgan won't let us,” protested micah, sipping from his bottle of whiskey, one night by the fire.

“do you think she's a virgin?” javier replied with curiosity.

“please!” interjected bill, laughing. “that girl doesn't even know what screwing is.”

“of course she doesn't. i told her to blow me the other day and she just looked at me with those dopey eyes of hers,” micah cackled.

arthur overheard the conversation and felt his insides boil. listening to those nasty old men, talking so crudely about a young, proper lady like you, made him sick.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” arthur snarled. he snatched the whiskey bottle from micah's hand and faced him, with an annihilating glare. “if you ever talk about her like that again, you better make sure i don't hear. or i'll cut that throat of yours so you never say a fucking word again,” he said, his voice low and intense, getting micah to turn away, letting out a nervous laugh.

he retreated to his tent, furious, and was startled to find you there. he put his hand to his chest and shook his head. “what are you doing here, you want to scare me to death?” he wheezed, anger still boiling inside him.

you looked at him with a smile and showed him a flower crown in your hands. “look what i did,” you declared, proudly, your eyes on his, perhaps seeking approval in his expression. he eased back and couldn't hide a soft smile, gentle and loving. he took the floral diadem and placed it on your head.

“beautiful,” he whispered. you blushed heavily and pressed your lips together, excited.

“i was reading and in the book, it explained how to make it and what flowers were ideal for it. i think it turned out really pretty,” you explained.

“yes. it looks very pretty. but you should be sleeping,” he scolded you.

“i'm sorry. i was excited and wanted to wait for you to come back,” you defended yourself. he smiled.

he couldn't help but bring his hands to your face. you were so precious, so candid and credulous. and those abhorrent men were talking about deflowering you just a few minutes ago... it made him feel like throwing up.

the affectionate gesture surprised you. your cheeks grew warmer. “what's wrong?” you asked, uneasy, and he dropped his hands to either side of his body.

“nothing. nothing,” he huffed, rubbing his face with his hand, frustrated, confused.

he knew he didn't do you any good. but how could he let you go? the world was full of disgusting men like micah. men who wouldn't hesitate to hurt this girl he had come to love.

he pushed past you and sat down on his bed.

“i want you to keep away from micah no matter what, do you understand? whatever he says to you. you stay away. and if he bothers you, you come and tell me immediately,” he said, without looking at you, his tone stern.

you didn't answer, you just nodded. you would do anything this man asked of you.

“are you sad?” you asked, moving closer to him. arthur was slow to answer, still not looking you in the eye.

“yeah. i am,” he admitted, sighing. you sat down next to him, and hugged him, trying to comfort him and also, seeking solace.

arthur wanted to push you away, to scold you for invading his space, to urge you to leave him alone. but he couldn't do that anymore. he didn't want you to leave, and each and every time he had asked you to stay away, he had betrayed himself. he let himself enjoy your touch, your scent, and your warmth for the first time. he closed his eyes and leaned in slightly, sliding his arms around you.

“forgive me for being a sorry son of a bitch to you,” he whispered, very remorseful.

“it's okay. forgive me for always being annoying.”

“you're not annoying. don't ever say that again,” he replied, his chest vibrating against yours every time his husky voice made itself heard. “i've been a real jerk.”

you fell silent. you didn't understand what this was about. and arthur was grateful for your ignorance. he wouldn't know how to comfort you, how to make you forget those nauseating words if you had heard how you were spoken of before.

“i need to lie down, sweetheart. i'm very tired,” he mumbled, pulling away a little. the affectionate nickname made your heart skip a beat. you nodded, watching him lie down, his expression one of displeasure.

“can i stay with you?” you whispered, fearful that he would say no. but he nodded without hesitation, and you settled in next to him. his heart was about to burst out of his chest. he let you snuggle up to him, and his arm slipped loosely around your waist.

“gonna stop by saint denis tomorrow to run some errands. wanna come with me?” he asked, and you looked up at him, your eyes widening with excitement.

“really?” arthur let out a chuckle and confirmed. “yes, please. i'd like that very much.”

your excitement stirred something inside him. he felt a warmth in his chest that he had never felt before. such a sweet being like you...and your father and brothers had you locked in a filthy room, only to be discovered by men who just wanted to fuck you and leave you stranded. what would have become of you if he hadn't gone and robbed that farm with the others that night?

“okay, sweetheart.” he used the nickname again, which made you grin like a fool. “i'm gonna sleep now, okay?” he said, and stretched his arm over you, reaching over to the bedside table to put a glass over the candle to put it out.

you pouted, and rested your head on his chest. “okay,” you whispered back, closing your eyes.

arthur was trying to hide it, but he was so nervous. it had been ages since he'd been this close to a woman, let alone a woman such as yourself. his pants had started to tighten since you first curled up with him, though he tried to act normal, his heart pounding in his chest.

innocently, you ran a leg over his thigh, sighing. his arm tightened around your waist. he was restless, tense, and kept shifting his posture every few minutes.

inevitably, his eyes opened in the darkness. he couldn't sleep.

“i like being like this with you,” you whispered when you noticed he was still awake. “it gives me... this nice, funny feeling in my tummy,” you added, and arthur let out a shaky sigh.

“oh, yeah...?” he replied, absently, your words replaying in his mind.

“yes... it always happens to me when i'm around you,” you confessed, your candid statement making his cock grow harder in his pants.

“don't get used to it,” he growled. you looked up, saddened.

“don't you like being like this, together?” you asked, your voice low and apologetic. arthur exhaled hoarsely.

“too much, darlin'. too much,” he admitted, without looking at you. he was getting carried away.

you slid slowly onto his lap, and his breath hitched.

“what in the world are you doing?” he whispered. he panicked, feeling your pelvis right on top of his erection, which he had been trying to hide all this time.

“i want to be real close to you,” you whispered. “do you mind?”

he looked at you with pleading eyes and shook his head, he was speechless. he tried to push you away, but his hands wouldn't move.

“the book talked about this too... about men, women...” you began, your voice shy as you explained.

“no. we're not doing this, girl,” he protested. but he didn't really mean it. the least he wanted right now was for you to get off of him.

“please...” you begged. “i just want to know how it feels.”

his face was burning, his cock throbbing desperately in his pants, needing urgent relief. so you were indeed a virgin.

this wasn't right. he wouldn't take advantage of you.

“why?” you wanted to know.

“you're a virgin,” he declared, in a low gasp. you didn't respond, just shrank back a tiny bit, with shame. “my god, you're a virgin... no, i... i can't. i can't.” he covered his face.

arthur had never been with a virgin before. let alone a virgin with a life like yours. were you even aware of the importance of what you were asking?

“oh, don't do this to me, please,” he whimpered, his hands sliding over your thighs, down to your buttocks. you blushed and let out a sigh of pleasure, rolling your hips against his, trying to ease the burning between your legs. arthur let out a low moan, his eyes half closed, his cheeks red.

“baby... we can't... not with me,” he whispered, desperate.

“i want it to be with you,” you murmured. and he had no more strength to resist.

“do... do you want me to put it inside you?” he asked, pressing his pelvis against yours, making you feel his whole erection, warm and big against you.

“yes, please...” you begged.

“oh, sweetheart...” he swallowed, flustered. it had been so long since he'd last had sex, and now he had a beautiful, untouched woman in his lap, begging to be fucked. it felt like a goddamn dream. and he felt disgusting about it, but he was so turned on by the idea of taking your virginity. he felt like a hypocrite.

his hand slid down your ass cheek and under your nightgown. his fingers reached for your panties, his arm around your leg to touch you.

“you're so wet,” he murmured. he closed his eyes for a moment, the heat feeling a little overwhelming. “take off your nightgown, baby.”

obedient, you removed the garment slowly, remaining in his lap, your body covered only by your bra and panties. arthur exhaled, salivating, his gaze gliding over every inch of your exposed skin.

“you are exquisite,” he said to himself, almost as a reproach. he shouldn't have to be doing this. but he couldn't stop. he just couldn't. he began to unbutton his shirt. “can i see your tits?” he asked, rhetorically, since he knew that without complaint you would take off your bra. and so you did.

his lips and tongue immediately landed on the soft skin of your breasts, after having devoured you with his gaze for a few seconds. his lips left kisses, his tongue caressing and frolicking around your nipples. you moaned and stirred on his lap, immersed in pleasure and desperate for more.

he removed his shirt, and eagerly, unbuckled his belt.

“gonna get on top, it may hurt a little this way,” he whispered between kisses. you nodded, and let him grab you by the thighs, your arms around his neck as arthur changed position.

he laid you down gently, and his hands crawled up your thighs, spreading your legs. his eyes lowered to your crotch, the fabric of your underwear was visibly wet.

“darlin'... i'm not gonna last. haven't done this in a long time,” he said, his hands shaking a little, he was so horny he could barely think coherently.

“i-it's okay,” you murmured sheepishly.

he knelt between your legs, and placed soft, warm kisses on the sensitive skin of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your center. he kissed your pussy over your underwear, and pressed his face to it, inhaling your scent.

“delicious,” he purred, closing his eyes, sucking and kissing over the fabric. his hands, big and strong, squeezed your flesh, eager to feel you. his right hand traveled down to your crotch, pushing aside the annoying material of your panties. “what a pretty little pussy,” he growled, and glued his mouth to it, licking between your warm wet lips, sucking on your clit, devouring you like a hungry man.

you moaned, your legs trembling. his hands pressed against your thighs, spreading them wider, and when his fingers left your panties, they again came between you and his touches.

“fuck,” he hissed in frustration, and roughly, he yanked them off you, sinking his face back between your legs, parting you wide and devouring you with both intensity and desperation.

“i'm going to put my fingers in, okay?” he warned, looking down at you, his beard wet with your juices, his cheeks red. you nodded, your gaze clouded with pleasure. his ring and middle finger teased your sensitive, dilated entrance. slowly he slid them inside, feeling the rough texture of your insides tightening around his thick digits. he moved them slowly inside you, curving and massaging your insides lovingly, while his tongue and lips fed on your juices and moans, sucking on your sensitive, sweet spot.

“you're so tight,” he gasped. he pulled away briefly, to pull down his pants. his cock sprung, flushed and swollen, eager for the delicious relief only you could bring him. “look how you got me, baby...” he whispered, wrapping his member in his left hand, squeezing it slowly. “how you get me, always.”

your pussy clenched around nothing, feeling emptier than ever. “please... arthur,” you whimpered. he looked at you, unsure, was he really doing this? you deserved better than this. something so much better than this.

but the urges in his body were too strong, they absolutely ruled him. he placed his cock against your center, gripping it firmly, and rubbing its tip between your lips, pressing lightly as it met your entrance, tiny but eager.

“darlin’... what the hell are we doing?” he said, sliding in just the tip, which was thick enough to make you whimper. “ow... baby.”

you felt so full. you looked down, and you could see his thick member, disappearing inside you. your pussy throbbed and squeezed him, unable to adjust to his size. he was huge.

before he got it all in, arthur had to pull it out a little. “you're too tight,” he let out a pitiful whimper. “i'm gonna cum.” he added with embarrassment.

he pulled out, taking a deep breath. he leaned down to kiss you. he kissed your lips lovingly. god, he'd been so rude, not kissing you all this time. he relished your lips, and you could feel the wetness of his beard against your chin and cheeks. he penetrated you again, and this time he entered you somewhat more easily.

“enjoy, sweetheart... just enjoy,” he whispered, watching your face contort in pleasure. he had to close his eyes, imagine the horses, the flowers, the bees, the smell of the barns, or he would cum right there, inside you. he pushed it all the way in, his tip pressing against your cervix. “does it hurt, honey?”

“no, no... i... it feels so good...” you moaned. you felt so full, his cock was so thick you felt like there wasn't an inch of you he wasn't touching right now. every little movement of his hips, pressing against yours as he nestled his face into your neck, made you shudder.

“fuck... yes, squeeze me like that,” he begged, closing his eyes tighter, starting to move his hips, his hands squeezing your thighs and pressing them against the bed, spreading you wide to penetrate you deeply. “thank you, thank you...” he gasped hoarsely.

your small hands clung to him, your nails sinking into the flesh of his back, his big, strong back, as his whole body enveloped and filled you.

one of his hands slipped between your bodies, and he began rubbing your clit, each thrust making his member bury itself deep and hard inside you, your tight body giving him no respite.

“please tell me you're close. i can't hold on much longer,” his voice sounded strained, cracked. the bed creaked beneath you, his hips slapping against your ass every time he bottomed out inside you.

“yes, yes, please don't stop,” you whimpered. his hot, sweaty skin clung to yours, the heat under the sheets thick. his smell, salty and masculine flooded your nostrils, and his cock filled you, again and again, your snug cunt squeezing, sucking him deeper and deeper inside.

your orgasm was intense. you trembled beneath him, your cries and mewls getting louder, and you writhed, your pussy milking him dry. arthur frowned in concentration, letting out soft grunts and whimpers as he moved within you. he came too, couldn't help it, his legs quivering as well. his thrusts became ragged and desperate, his eyes rolled back slightly as his cum filled you, hot and thick. "oh, god," he whined quietly. his strong arms hugged you closer, pressing you tighter to him as he left you completely full of him.

“d-darling,” he gasped, shuddering on top of you, his strokes slowing, until he stopped. his hands, scratchy from work and guns, slid over your sweaty skin and squeezed your breasts and hips, before holding you tight. “don't leave me, please.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 months ago

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A/n: MY BABY

The shriek of splitting air and the crack of curses tore through the night like thunderclaps. Your heart raced as you gripped your broom tightly, the wind whipping against your face. The sky was a chaotic blur of green and red as the Order fought valiantly to protect Harry. Death Eaters swarmed like shadows, their laughter carrying through the night as spells illuminated the air.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, it was hard to see anything in the chaos, in the darkness. You had been flying alongside Hagrid and Harry moments before they were ambushed, but now the formations were scattered.

Your broom twisted sharply as you dodged a jet of green light, your chest tightening at the near miss. You tried to focus on the task at hand, but your mind was elsewhere. George. You needed to find him.

The eerie glow of a Killing Curse illuminated the figure of a Death Eater hurtling toward her. You clenched your wand. “Stupefy!” You shouted, the spell striking true and sending the figure spiraling downward.

“Y/n!”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your name, spotting Fred a few meters away. Relief flooded your chest—until you noticed the grim look on his face.

“Fred! Where’s George?!” she yelled, steering her broom closer.

Fred’s lips moved, but his words were lost in the howling wind. Before you could ask again, you saw it: a limp figure slumped over the handle of their broom, blood streaking their face.

“No,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Fred pointed downward, signaling a retreat, and you followed through the barrier. The ground was an unsteady blur as they hurtled toward the Burrow.

When they landed, You stumbled off your broom, her legs shaky. George was being supported by Arthur, his arm draped over his father's shoulder, but something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong.

“George?” Your voice cracked as you rushed toward them.

Fred gently eased George onto a makeshift cot in the sitting room. Mrs. Weasley was already there, her hands trembling as she tried to clean the blood pouring from the side of George’s head.

“He—he’s lost his ear,” Fred choked out, his usual bravado replaced with raw fear.

The words didn’t register at first. Your gaze was fixed on George, his pale face slick with blood, his usual mischievous grin replaced by a grimace of pain. Your knees buckled, and you fell to the floor beside him.

“George, no—no, no, no,” you murmured, your hands hovering over him as though afraid to touch him.

George’s good eye flickered open, and a weak smile tugged at his lips. “Blimey, Y/n, you’re acting like I’ve lost my head, not my ear.”

“Don’t joke!” You snapped, tears spilling down your cheeks. “You—you nearly—”

Your voice broke, and you buried your face in your hands, unable to say the word.

George winced as Mrs. Weasley pressed a cloth to his wound. “Oi, don’t cry, love,” he said, his voice softer now. “I’ll be alright. Just a bit… lopsided.”

Fred let out a shaky laugh, though his eyes were rimmed with unshed tears. “Yeah, Georgie, you’ve got to admit it’s a good look. Makes you stand out from the rest of us boring folk.”

“Not now, Fred!” You snapped, your voice trembling as you turned back to George, your hands gripping his uninjured arm. “Why didn’t you dodge it? Why didn’t you—” You didn't mean to snap at Fred, you were just so scared, so scared to lose someone you love so much.

Fred didn't mind of course, he knew how stressed everyone was, how high tensions were.

“I didn’t exactly have time to stop and think, Y/n,” George said, his tone still light, though his breathing was labored. “Death Eaters don’t wait for you to draw up a battle plan.”

Your lips quivered, and you shook your head. “You’re so reckless. You always have been. What if—what if it had been worse? What if—”

Your words were cut off by a gentle squeeze of your hand. George’s bloodied fingers entwined with yours, grounding you in the moment.

“But it wasn’t,” he said firmly, his eyes meeting yours. Despite the pain etched across his face, there was a flicker of warmth in his gaze. “I’m here, Y/n. I’m still here.”

The room fell silent except for Mrs. Weasley’s quiet sniffles and the crackle of the fire. Your fingers tightened around George’s as you struggled to steady your breathing.

“You scared me,” you whispered finally, your voice breaking.

George smiled faintly. “Didn’t mean to. Promise I’ll try not to lose any more body parts.”

Fred snorted. “Yeah, let’s keep it at one ear, alright? You’re no Van Gogh.”

Despite herself, you let out a shaky laugh, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. You leant forward, pressing your forehead to George’s. “You’re an idiot,” you muttered.

“Takes one to love one,” he teased, his grin widening.

You huffed, but her your quirked upward. “You’re lucky I love you, George Weasley. Otherwise, I’d knock some sense into that thick skull of yours.”

“Love you too,” George murmured, his voice softening as exhaustion overtook him.

As George drifted into a restless sleep, you stayed by his side, your hand never leaving his. Fred sat nearby, watching over his twin with a quiet intensity, while Mrs. Weasley bustled around, trying to keep herself busy.

For the rest of the night, you didn’t move. You kept your gaze fixed on George, your heart aching with relief and fear.He had survived, but the reality of war had never felt so close.

And you wasn’t sure how many more times your heart could take it but right now, as your hand held his as you vowed to keep himself,nothing will take George from you.

#drabbles #drabble #HP #JKR is a hoe #george weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #reader insert #hp x reader #hp x you #hp x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader

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justaz · 1 year ago

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au where merlin pulled sigan’s spirit from cedric’s body and tries to shove him back in the jewel but fails and now sigan’s soul is stuck in merlin’s body and he’s just a voice in merlin’s head urging him to kill everyone. everytime uther enters the room sigan goes “oh gods this bitch again” or “someone hasn’t killed him yet?” when theres an assassin going after arthur, sigan is just like “why are we fighting so hard to save this asshat? he dumped a bucket of water on us earlier” or when arthur says something borderline sweet and merlin is lowkey swooning, sigan is just gagging in his head. when merlin gets annoyed and is insulting arthur but cant think of something particularly scathing, sigan chimes in and the words just roll off his tongue. sigan teaches merlin more powerful magic/spells that aren’t in any of the books.

they’re the epitome of

gaius: what do you want to eat

sigan: the souls of the pendragons

merlin: soup?

sigan: NO

merlin: and bread

#like venom and eddie #merlin emrys #bbc merlin #cornelius sigan #sometimes their thoughts line up and it scares both of them #occasionally sigan will annoy merlin so much that he’ll reply verbally and everyone stares at him as if hes gone mad #fic idea #fanfiction #fanfic #hc #headcanon #head canon #a servant with two souls #teehee #merthur #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon

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capesch-arts · 3 months ago

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LA-KiY AU OC, Richard Joy. Currently The King's High Priest after the previous one, his father, was killed by Arthur and Parker. (They tried to arrest him, but things escalated).

Richard is a special human to The King. He has the honour of speaking directly to The King and becomes his eyes, ears, and mouth as The King's new High Priest.

Heehee finally finished the page huhuhu.

Short explanation:

Before he transitioned, he was a student in art uni who loved sculpting. He had forced himself to conform with his previous identity and convinced himself that he was fine with it though the truth was more that he rejected the cult his father ran. His father had told him that The King would accept him and value his skill as an artist above human social standards.

One day, he decided to prove to himself that he is content with his identity and body by sculpting a full body statue of himself. He couldn't finish it as the more he chiseled, the more horrid his body looked. He stopped in frustration and turned away from his work. But, when he looked upon the statue again, a yellow glow seemed to illuminate the statue and mold it into another form. It became the body that Richard dreamed to have. He was enchanted but also horrified at the event. He ran away to his bedroom with high fever and forced himself to sleep.

That night, Richard dreamt of The King's embrace. Steady and gentle hands traced his body that did not fit him. Then, pain and agony. His body chiseled and broken over and over again, before many arms embraced him as if holding a newborn child.

When Richard woke up in the morning, he found himself changed into someone new. For the first time, he felt like who he was supposed to be. Happy was an understatement. He decided he needed to offer something back to The King in Yellow to express his gratitude.

Back in his art uni, he decided he would sculpt a statue of The King. He imagined the same King he met in his dream and allowed his body to be moved as stone meets chisel. Students and lecturers passed by and were drawn to the statue, as if a hidden force was guiding them.

The stone didn't carve like normal, it changed, transformed, as if something was filling it. Finally, it became the form of The King in Yellow. Everyone who observed it snapped back to reality, and as their screams filled the scene, The King, possessing the statue, ate away at their sanity. Richard only had eyes for The King.

Ref 👇

Feel free to ask about him if ya want. Hehe.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #art #malevolent fanart #digital art #artist on tumblr #support human artists #malevolent oc #malevolent au #LA-KiY Richard Joy #Lore Accurate KiY AU #his personality is *giggles cutely while committing homicide*#if it wasn't clear he's a trans man #and yes The King quite literally gave him gender affirming healthcare and now he forever loves Hastur for it #I'm still figuring out their dynamic but Richard is pretty chill #just pray The King doesn't ask him to kill you

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ggukalaxy · 10 months ago

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just finished my rewatch of all five seasons of bbc's merlin, and my sister and i decided it would be fun to keep count of how many times merlin saved arthur's life throughout the show, so here is an accumulated list:

(disclaimer: it is absolutey possible that we weren't always watching attentively and that we might have missed a case or two, but i like to believe that it is kinda accurate)

times arthur would have died if merlin hadn't saved him

• 1x01: dagger thrown at arthur ⟶ merlin slowed down time to pull arthur out of the way

• 1x02: snakes supposed to poison arthur ⟶ merlin exposes the snakes and arthur kills them

• 1x04: poisoned cup ⟶ merlin drinks from it instead

• 1x05: a griffin attacks them ⟶ lancelot fights it, and merlin enchants his sword/spear so that it’ll work

• 1x07: arthur is to be sacrificed to the sidhe ⟶ merlin saves him

• 1x10: ealdor gets attacked, including arthur, and they��re doomed ⟶ merlin creates a huge wind gust to save everyone

• 1x13: questing beast attacks arthur ⟶ merlin kills it

• 1x13: questing beast bites arthur, the poison is fatal ⟶ merlin gets water from the cup of life to save him

• 2x01: arthur gets attacked by a huge boar (?) ⟶ merlin uses magic on a crossbow to save him

• 2x01: camelot gets attack by living stone statues ⟶ merlin destroys them

• 2x02: assassin tries to kill arthur during a tournament on horses ⟶ merlin uses magic to make the assassin fall off his horse

• 2x12: dead stone statue thingies attack arthur and his knights ⟶ merlin uses magic to make the ceiling cave in and pulls arthur to his side, separating them from the statue thingies

• 2x13: arthur's wounds are getting worse ⟶ merlin finds balinor in time and has him help him (HONORARY MENTION)

• 3x04: arthur gets attacked (again) ⟶ merlin uses magic to save him (again)

• 3x07: morgause tries to kill arthur with a fire beam ⟶ merlin uses magic to make the fire beam explode before it reaches arthur

• 3x08: arthur gets attacked by wyverns ⟶ merlin uses his dragonlordness to stop them

• 3x08: arthur wears the eye of the phoenix bracelet (sucking life-force out of someone) ⟶ merlin takes it off him

• 3x12: arthur gets shot by a poisoned arrow ⟶ merlin uses magic to help him, then brings him to gaius

• 3x13: an army of immortal deads attacks camelot ⟶ merlin empties the cup of life of their blood to “kill” them all

• 4x01: dorochas attack arthur ⟶ merlin pushes arthur out of the way to get attacked instead

• 4x04: their food gets poisoned ⟶ merlin uses magic to save them

• 4x05: arthur fights in a duel and is about to be striked down ⟶ merlin makes the opponent’s sword fall out of his hands with magic

• 5x01: arthur and their men get attacked by morgana’s men ⟶ merlin saves arthur and gets them away from the battle

• 5x04: arthur almost got beheaded by odin ⟶ merlin created an earthquake with magic to stop that

• 5x06: dark tower traps ⟶ merlin parries an arrow with magic

• 5x07: arthur gets poisoned ⟶ merlin saves him with magic

• 5x08: someone wants to shoot an arrow at arthur ⟶ merlin attacks the shooter and saves arthur

• 5x11: kara tried to stab arthur ⟶ merlin uses magic to save him

and the one time he fails: 5x13, mordred stabs arthur with a sword forged on a dragon’s breath — merlin doesn’t get him to avalon in time

which brings us to a total of 27.5 times that merlin has saved arthur's life throughout the show

we also kept track of all the times arthur saved merlin's life, so here is that list:

• 1x03: merlin tells uther he is a sorcerer to save gwen (which would’ve gotten him a death sentence) ⟶ arthur convinces his father that merlin is lying out of love for gwen

• 1x04: merlin drank from a poisoned cup ⟶ arthur gets the antidote for him

• 1x11: arthur drinks poison so that merlin won’t have to ⟶ it was actually a sleeping draft though (HONORARY MENTION)

• 1x13: questing beast attacks ⟶ arthur pulled merlin out of the way

• 2x12: dead stone statue thingy attacks merlin ⟶ arthur strikes it down

• 4x01: a dorocha flies towards merlin ⟶ arthur pushes him out of the way

• 4x08: the lamia was about to kill merlin ⟶ arthur comes in at just the right time

which brings us to a total of 6.5 times that arthur saved merlin's life

it's kind of crazy to me to compare it like this, because on the one hand 27 near-death experiences across 65 episodes doesn't really sound like a lot. but at the same time i can't believe that arthur would have died 27 times if it hadn't been for merlin. and to think that arthur only saved merlin's life 6 times though?? oof

on my next rewatch, my sister and i want to make a list of all the moments that contributed to arthur's death (a so-called "doom list" with moments like merlin poisoning morgana in 2x13 etc), but that one is definitely going to be more subjective, since it'll be based on things that we think could've prevented arthur's death if they had gone any different

very excited to debate all the things that could go on that one!

#bbc merlin #merlin spoilers #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #haven't seen anyone else make a list like this before but if you know one i'd love to see it and compare it to mine!#2x13 makes me want to cry #5x05 as well #2x08 as well bc i do think merlin saying morgause lied about ygraine's death could be considered a doom moment #but this post isn't about that!#i'll shut up now

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red-doll-face · 7 months ago

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When Arthur Morgan, big bad outlaw, has a crush on you, it’s kind of everyone else’s problem.

low honor Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader hcs::

Oh god this man, low honor Arthur hides his feelings even more than his high honor counterpart. Which is hard to do.

Sometimes he’ll just stare at you to make you uncomfortable and squirmy, just to see you fumble and mess something up. He’ll just light a cigarette and watch you drop a bucket of water all over the front of your dress. Even worse is the laugh he lets out at your mistake.

Lays it on real thick if he thinks he has a chance, very condescending with his pet names, princess and darling and sweetheart, his goal is to fluster you and see how you take it.

So condescending that you don’t believe they come from him liking you, you think he finds you prissy.

When you cover your face and look away, he has a very smug smile on his face.

Chases other men away from you, whether it be other camp members or people in town, he’s spitting awful words until they leave you alone or they try and fight him. Sucks if you grow close to anyone but the girls, Arthur is getting right in the middle of that. He might still get jealous of the girls because he’s selfish and doesn’t like to share.

He loves to fight with you watching and even kill with you watching. Then maybe you’ll get that he likes you. He thinks he’s being very obvious.

Sometimes he’s mean to you, but not with words, mostly holding things out of your reach or something like that. He’s a pervert who loves to feel you scrambling up his chest to try and get your things back.

Once, he made you cry and he felt pretty bad about it and decided to tone it down. Expect a huffy and hasty apology and a very thoughtful gift.

If you ever call him out on his behavior while crying, the look on his face. He just looks angry and disappointed at himself before riding away to run away from you and his feelings.

If he sees you being too close to somebody he feels is a threat to his imaginary claim on you, he gets pissy, tries to hide how much it upsets him. So much more when he thinks it’s someone who you may be better off with like Javier or Charles.

Once other camp members see how he’s acting, the girls spread the rumor that he likes you.

Arthur gets so mad about it, doesn’t matter if it’s true 😭 stomping around camp and being meaner than usual.

If you end up returning his feelings and one of the guys makes fun of him for going soft or seeing him hugging you, they’re getting clocked.

Thanks for reading 😭😌❤️ I love him he’s such a baby omg. If you have reqs or comments send right neow.

#arthur morgan x reader #red writes #rdr2 x reader #low honor arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #low honor arthur morgan

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vroomingrussell · 6 months ago

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Charles Leclerc x Plus Size Reader

When online haters began to body shame Charles’ childhood best friend, he confesses something he’s been holding in for years. Some angst but mostly positive affirmations.

First F1 fic…. Enjoy.

You stood unmoving in the Ferrari garages; unable to peel your eyes away from the scene unfolding infront of you. Charles, you best friend since childhood, was moments away from fulfilling a dream he has had for years, a dream that had seemed unlikely, breaking the ‘Monaco curse’.

You were very aware of the cameras set on you and the rest of his family; they were feeding off the tension in the room, displaying a vulnerable moment to the crowd; and then it happened, he crossed the finish line and finally you felt like you could breathe again; with tears brimming in your eyes you embraced Arthur and then his mother. The cheers of victory ringing out in your ear.

Charles was elated and right fully so; he drove brilliantly and worked hard for this moment, in that moment he was the king of the world and you were happy to be a loyal subject. The celebration went on through the day and late into the night.

You smiled as your best friend looped a hand around your waist, drunkenly singing to the song in the club. “Charlie I have to use the bathroom” you called out to him.

“No stay, dance with me” he begged, but you needed to put some separation between you; the prying eyes of the other club goers left you feeling more exposed that the short black dress you wore did.

Monaco was home to beautiful models and heiresses, actresses and singers, beautiful woman that did not have shop outside of the sample sizes the designer boutiques that was on every street in Monte Carlo. You knew you were beautiful, you were confident in the body you had been given, curved like the goddesses your mother had said. But being around Charles always garnered attention you didn’t like. People that didn’t know you always had a lot to say, nothing nice. Women that wanted his attention hated you for having it; even though you were nothing more than best friends.

Reluctantly, Charles let you go “you owe me a dance Y/N” he called after you as you rush to find the bathroom.

You stood in the toilet stall, trying to ease the anxiousness that had settled in your chest. The bathroom door swung open and you could hear a hushed conversation.

“Did you see the girl that he was with?”

“Ick, horrendous whale” one girl giggled “Charles is such a pretty boy, it’s a shame he’s friends with someone like her”

“She’s so in love with him, poor thing does not realize he only likes models” the other said.

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the loud beating of your heart. Online comments were something you were used to, the harassment from trolls never took a toll on you, but hearing it for yourself from girls you can imagine looked nothing close to you was a different kind of pain, and the reminder that Charles wouldn’t date someone like you, well you didn’t want to dwell on that, not when you had drilled it into your head since you were teens.

You skipped out on the rest of the celebrations after that. Heading home instead to your dog, the comfort of your paints.

By the time you had showered and changed into your favorite sleeping shorts and t shirt; the sun had began to rise over the beach, which you had a perfect view of from your balcony. The soft pinks and peach mixed together beautifully as you tried to replicate the view in front of you on canvas; for the moment you were in grossed by creating you didn’t hear the door open and close to your apartment.

“Y/N” Charles shouted, startling you.

“Christ Charles” you answered, hand over your heart as you stood up “do you want to kill me?”

“Why’d you leave?” He asked, not beating around the bush.

“Nothing- I was tired” you lied. Charles rolled his eyes at that, he knew you better than anyone, he could tell there was something on your mind.

“Truth”

“Would you date me?” You asked.

“Y/N” he said softly

“No, no I know, we’re friends, you don’t have feeling for me like that, but would you date me, or someone that looks likes me?” You gestured down to your body, soft stomach and thicker thighs, arms that weren’t toned nor defined.

“Who said something to you” He looked at you with a frown.

“Does it matter? Answer the question”

“Of course I would, specially you if you wished”

“Char, don’t joke” you pouted.

“Y/N.. I’m not”

“Charles, please” you sighed softly.

“I’m serious, you are the most beautiful, talented and smart woman I know, you are ways out of my league” he steps closer, hands reaching out to rest on your hips. “I did not think it would be possible for me to confess this is how I fell, how I’ve felt for a long time”

“Why?”

“Because everytime anyone mentions it, you said we are just friends, I thought you did not want to be with me”

“I’d be crazy not to want you, but we just can’t” you shook your head “I already get so much shit for being your friend, could you even imagine what they’d put me through if we dated?”

Charles shook his head and cupped your cheeks “sweet Y/N, why does it matter what anyone says, especially when they don’t know us?”

“It shouldn’t matter but it does, it hurts to be picked apart and shamed for existing… I have to think twice about the clothes I wear or what I eat in public, I cannot even fall in love without being afraid that I will be judged because I don’t look a certain way or because I am a certain size. It’s frustrating even when i am at my most confident, I worry about what other will say”

The silence stretches for a long moment before Charles pulls you in his arms “you know what I love the most about you? You are most radiant person I’ve ever met, you radiate this kinda of energy i cannot put into words, you make me feel calm and happy and confident.. you have not seen the effect you have on people; you can always put a smile on someone’s face, you are always so kind and gentle… I have seen the comments; the words people have said about you, the nasty ones and the good… and there’s so much good… you have inspired so many young women to embrace their own beauty… Y/N I love you, you might not believe me today because of the doubts that’s been planted in your mind but I will show you” he kisses the top of your head, vowing to show you just how true his words were.

#formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #plus side reader #English might be my first language #but I sure am bad at it #*mine

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