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^ THIS.

the hate i see from F1 fans towards drivers that aren't their favorite is wild. wishing mechanical issues? injury? death? if you're that comfortable hoping for someone to get hurt or die in a sport that you watch on TV from the comfort of your couch, then you need to get your mental health checked. a large portion of these drivers are really just nerds who grew up in the sport, love to drive fast cars, and hope to win the championship for their team and themselves.

at the end of the day they are still human beings with real feelings, mental health struggles, and other personal life hurdles you know nothing about. i hope the people who think it's normal and okay to make health or death threats to any the drivers get the help they need.

definitely plan on enjoying F1 my way, where i actually like most all of the drivers and cheer them on when they succeed even when it's not my team.

Trump and Vance are nothing but pathetic bullies who have no business running a country. History will not be kind to them, and it shouldn’t be.

Prime Minister Zelenskyy, we stand with you and your country. SLAVA UKRAINI 🇺🇦

It just frustrates me that with everything going on in the world, I can’t fix everything and solve everything perfectly. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t ever be and of course it’s okay that I can’t fix everything and do everything right, and I should be okay with that. But I’m not.

@/stephanpastis on Instagram. Pearls Before Swine. Such true words.

Literally. He’s like modern day Robin Hood

I can’t stop thinking about the uhc shooter and what a wild experience he must be having right now. Idk how much you can look at the news or scroll the internet while on the run for murder, but man. Imagine. You spend who knows how long planning a brazen public assassination, cleanly pop a dude in the middle of one of the busiest downtowns in the world, bike away fueled by nothing but the thrill of vengeance and some Starbucks, and spark one of the largest manhunts in recent history. And when you finally go online to see what you’ve wrought, the entire world is laugh reacting NYT headlines and has collectively decided that you’re off the hook this time, king.

Then pictures of your face get released 24 hours later and everyone is like actually this guy did nothing wrong AND he’s hot.

This is literally why people aren’t that sad… I empathize with his family of course that they lost a loved one, but he made money off the deaths of so many more. It shouldn’t have had to come to this, but when people do not listen, drastic measures must be taken.

THIS.

I love them!!

Ah yes, a new angle of the moment that has become my daily dose of serotonin.

Source

I want you (Arthur Shelby x Fem! Reader)

Paring: Arthur Shelby x female reader

Synopsis: Reader confesses her feelings for Arthur

Warnings: Smut 🔞(Implied age gap, major daddy issues, kissing, p in v sex, praise kink, size kink, swearing, innocent reader), Angst (some tears), Fluff (beautiful exchange of words, Arthur being intoxicating and dreamy)

Author’s note: I’ve been in an Arthur mood lately. I just feel so bad for him honestly, he deserved better. The feelings expressed in this fic are genuine.

Better vibes if you listen to “Body Electric or Ultraviolence” by Lana Del Ray while reading

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“I want you Arthur.”

He scoffed, shifting uncomfortably under your straddled legs, moving your position slightly.

“You don’t want me.” He argued with a sigh, “I’m a broken man,” he gestured to his head, pulling at his brown strands in frustration. “M’ all messed up in me head.”

In curiosity you touched his face, exploring the warmth of his skin, making his breath hitch. Your heart beat faster as you thumbed over his stubble, awestruck by the form of a man.

“Arthur,” you took in a breath, and in a sincere tone said, “I need you.” His eyes split from yours in shame, lost in thought as he observed the fireplace behind you. “Look at me.”

His blue irises found yours with the guidance of your hand, flickering with specks of orange. “I need you.”

“I don’t want Tommy, or John,” you shook your head, “I need a real man. You’re real Arthur.” Your fingers pressed over his heart. “You feel.”

His heart thumped against your fingertips, pulsing with adrenaline as he took in your words. His face softened, brows lowering as his guard did too, maybe he believed you.

“You’re really somethin special,” his eyes blinked as they took you in, dark lashes fluttering slightly, “y’know that?”

His words of praise caught you off guard, making your breath waver.

“Please Arthur.” You chewed the inside of your lip, blinking back tears. “Will you love me?” As you shared breaths for a moment your thoughts recessed into the past, remembering the absent love of your father. The pain of it all came out in an unexpected tear, rolling down your cheek and splashing on his shirt.

He took in an audible breath, triggered by your emotiveness.

“Of course I’ll love you.” He caved, reaching a hand for your face. His touch was gentle, grazing your fragile face like water running over rocks. “I promise. I do love you.”

For a moment your eyes danced over each other, hoping to communicate in their glossy movements the words you couldn’t convey.

All at once he leaned in, capturing your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

The impact took a breath from your lungs, making your shoulders drop in relief.

You couldn’t help but whimper, feeling between your legs rush with heat as he claimed you.

You kissed him back with longing. Wanting to be as close to him as possible. To consume him. To be consumed by him. To be owned by him. It wasn’t a lust, it was a need. Somewhere to place the longing. To fill the hole in your heart for a provider. A protector that you never had.

Your lips parted from his for a second, allowing you the chance to take in a heavy breath, shaking with anticipation.

He found you again, pulling you towards him with his hand sliding up your hair. His skilled fingers raised goosebumps on your skin as they snaked against your neck, pulling his pillowy soft lips against yours.

His hands on your body were ethereal. Intentional. It felt like a hot shower of kisses from head to toe, mind numbing.

Your cheek tickled with the movement of his jaw, brushing his mustache against your face as he parted your lips with his tongue.

With a breathy moan you let him in, feeling his wet tongue collide with yours. Searching for friction, you couldn’t help but grind your hips forward, stimulating your clit against the hard bulge in his trousers.

The movement earned a groan from him, vibrating against your lips.

Your hands found themselves in his hair, playing with the soft strands, wanting to feel every inch of him. Wanting him close.

They trailed down the back of his neck, warmed by his body heat.

In eagerness you spoke, breaking the kiss. “Arthur..” your lips hovered against his, sharing heavy breaths as his eyes came into view. His blue irises were nearly invisible, overshadowed by round, lust blown pupils.

Heat flushed on your skin as his hand slid to the front of your face. His knuckles bent, sliding over your cheek in tender strokes.

“Y/n..” his attention was glued to you as he took you in, “y/n..” he was awestruck, repeating your name like a prayer, realizing it was you all along.

“Please Arthur, have me.” Your hands slid over his hard chest, through the cool, thin fabric of his shirt. “Please,” there was a neediness in your voice, “I want you.”

“Are you sure?” His stroking of your cheek continued as he spoke, “Don’t want to hurt you love.”

You shook your head yes, thumbing the fabric between your fingers. “I trust you.”

Those three words set the match ablaze, never hearing such a phrase from anyone else. To be seen as a man, not a monster.

Without wasting any time he leaned forward, peppering kisses on your neck. You squirmed slightly, surprised by the sudden contact. His facial hair tickled your neck as his hands slid up your back, thumbing the straps of your dress.

“Arthur..” his name evaporated off of your tongue like an anthem, a pledge of your loyalty to him. Your hand found itself against his neck, holding on him for stability as he sucked against your pulsing veins.

His mouth work distracted you from his hand movements, only when your skin raised a chill were you aware of your bareness.

In admiration he pulled back to look at you with wide eyes, taking in your supple skin, lit up in an orange hue from the nearby flames. Gawking at your pink nipples standing erect in the exposure of the cool air.

“You’re gorgeous.” He praised, murmuring against your skin as he planted his lips in between your chest.

“Arthur please..I can’t wait anymore..” you whimpered, arching your back in eagerness, sending your chest forward.

He smirked against your skin, pulling back and holding you by the waist. His large hands around your petite frame, a beautiful contrast that made your stomach flutter. The guidance of firm hands easily maneuvered you backwards. You didn’t resist, squeaking the cushions beneath as you sunk into them, watching him hover above you.

You kicked off the remainder of your dress as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest, decorated with straight dark hair and a cross tattoo. His lean muscles rippled with his movements. The sight made you swallow in nervousness.

The chain around his neck rattled as his hands unworked the sleeves, shuffling his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

Your abdomen caved in as you breathed heavily, admiring his angular masculine frame.

The cushions dipped with his weight as he knelt down, fingers grazing your skin as he hooked your panties, nearly exposing you if not for hand darting out to stop him.

“Wait! Can you-“ you stumbled over your words in nervousness. He noticed, curling his fingers around yours, warming them in a reassuring display of affection. “Can you go first?” You chewed your lip, “I’m nervous.”

“Yea, yea of course love.” He assured in a passive tone, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “Want you to be comfortable.”

His words brought you relief, relaxing your defensive posture. Unlike the other men in your past, he didn’t force his hand.

He leaned back slightly, sitting on his heels.

Your eyes danced over his shifting knuckles, to the glinting of his rings in the firelight as he reached for his belt, unlatching it.

The sharp metallic sound made your stomach drop. In his moment of occupation you couldn’t help but gawk at him as his hair hung over his chiseled jaw. His strong, prominent nose stuck out of the textured strands as he looked down, shuffling down his trousers until only his white boxers remained.

Anticipating his bare body made your thighs clench together, squeezing against your throbbing clit.

The fabric of his briefs slid against his thighs at an achingly slow pace, breaking the silence of the otherwise still room.

Finally, a patch of course brown hair revealed itself at the base of his length. With a huff he pulled the garment all the way down, releasing his hardened cock.

Your mouth fell agape at his size, “Christ”, you murmured under your breath. His hips shifted as he pulled the fabric down his ankles, making his length bob at the movement. He was longer than he was thick, with a crimson tip, and one vein running erect down the side.

His eyes flicked to you after he tossed his garment to the floor, catching your trance like fixation on his body.

“Like what you see love?” He chuckled, revealing the dimple in his cheek as he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

Heat spread over your face at his observation. Habitually, your bottom lip pulled into your teeth as you found him with your eyes, nodding.

“Won’t make you wait any longer then.” A shadow cast over your body as he leaned down, hovering at your pelvis.

Looking up through his brows, his fingers worked up your thighs. The coolness of his rings made your skin twitch. Finally, he reached the hem of your panties, decorated with a tiny bow in the center.

They were white. Lace. Like something belonging to a little girl. His large, muscular hands a delicious contrast as he hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling down.

A slick sheen of arousal glistened between your thighs in the light, exposing your neediness.

“Fucking hell.” He took in a breath, swallowing in nervousness and anticipation. You were a sight that was tempting beyond human comprehension. Innocent, untouched, begging to be broken. His jaw clenched as he fought to restrain himself, wanting in that moment to consume you. To ruin you. To taint you. To make you his.

Your panties found themselves on the floor with his careless hand, eager to find themselves in your flesh, groping and parting at your thighs.

In reflex your legs squeezed together, trapping his hands as you searched for friction. His eyes widened in surprise and intrigue.

“Mm.. sorry..” you let out a breathy laugh as you parted your thighs, releasing his hands. “I need you so bad.” You were writhing now, whining, about to burst.

He let out a dry chuckle, sliding his hands up your waist, over your ribs. He changed positions, leaning over top of you on his elbows. In closeness the musk of cologne and whiskey evaporated off of his skin, as he finally closed the gap between you.

His face hovered inches from yours, fanning you with his exhales as his eyes danced over your flushed cheeks, protruding lips, swollen from biting them.

You took him in, starstruck at the look in his eye. The wanting. The desire. His chest rose and fell in your line of view, skimming your erect nipples.

“Are you ready love?” His raspy baritone sent chills down your skin as he awaited a response.

The fire behind you cracked as you took in a breath, “Yes.” Your hand slid over his back, holding onto his warm, muscular frame. “Please Arthur. I’m ready.”

His thin lips pulled into a smirk of affection. He took his eyes from you in concentration, reaching for his length. His chest impeded your view, raising your senses. The bulbous head of his cock bumped against your entrance suddenly, making you gasp.

“I’ll go slow,” he reassured you, planting his lips on your cheek.

Carefully, he pushed into you, evoking a unison groan as his long cock stretched your sensitive walls out.

“Oh my god.. fuck!” You breathed in short breaths, overcome with pleasure and nervousness. Your grip on his back tightened, tugging at the shifting muscles.

“Christ.” He cursed under his breath, closing his eyes shut as you squeezed him.

His hips pushed upward, building the pressure in your core as they collided with your thighs, burying himself to the hilt. Having him inside you created a fullness that you’ve never felt. A numbing pleasure. You pulled away slightly at the stimulation, unfamiliar with such a feeling. Each subtle twitch of his cock aroused your sensitive walls.

“You alright?” He breathed in an attentive tone, positioning his arm beside you.

You nodded, holding back a moan, “Yea, feels really good.”

With your confirmation he pulled out, leaving you empty and squeezing nothing. With a shaky breath he pushed back into you, quicker this time with the help of your slick arousal. The impeding of his length nudged a particular spot inside of you, making your toes curl.

“Do that again..” you begged, breathing heavily as your eyes fell closed, soaking in the feeling.

He lowered on his elbows for leverage, thrusting back into you with a groan. The stimulation made your eyes roll back.

“Faster.. please..”

Chasing his high, he picked up his pace, flexing his core against yours as he pulled in and out of you.

“Fucking hell love…” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, nudging it with his nose. “Y’feel so fucking good.” His voice vibrated against your neck, sending chills down your skin.

A whimper left your mouth at his praise. He noticed murmuring, “Such a good girl,” as his rhythm grew harder and faster, stimulating your nipples as his chest brushed against yours. Over and over.

His thrusting felt so good, you couldn’t help but pull him closer, hooking a leg around his to keep him inside of you. The pendant from his neck swung over you with his movements, making you twitch when the cool metal grazed your skin. The repeated intrusion of his length nudged a sensitive spot inside of you, building your climax with short, intense bursts of pleasure.

“Mmm..” you whimpered, heaving in short breaths, “Arthur don’t stop, don’t stop I’m gonna..” your thoughts cut off with a mind numbing thrust.

“Y’close love?” He managed to groan out.

His pace was intense now, creating loud slapping with the colliding of your skin.

Your arousal pooled out of you, you could feel it coating your thighs as he drew out your orgasm.

“Y-yes..”

His lips made contact with your neck, planting intentional kisses up your jaw, and to your lips.

“Look at me love.”

Your eyes fluttered open, finding his beautiful face hovering above yours, framed with greasy strands of hair hanging down.

“Wanna see you when you come.” Your hand found a place in his hair, pulling him towards you with the hold on his roots.

His lips met yours, pulling at your lips in a heated kiss. He sucked in a breath against your cheek, savoring the taste of your mouth against his.

Unknowingly your walls squeezed him as your neared your peak, making him grunt and groan against you.

You broke from his mouth whimpering, “I’m gonna-“ your eyes squeezed shut- “Arthur..” your nails dug into his back, slipping slightly from the sheen of sweat.

“Come for me love,” his raspy accent sending you over the edge, “come for me.”

His pace didn’t falter as you fell over the edge, whimpering as your thighs shook uncontrollably in ecstasy. Intense waves of pleasure moved from your stomach, down to your toes.

“Arthur.. fuck..” Your grip tightened on his flexing muscles as he thrusted in and out of you, reaching his own high with the help of your convulsing walls.

“Christ.. ah-“ his hips stuttered, “I’m coming..”

“Please Arthur, come inside of me..” you moaned breathily, moving your hand to his face.

His pace staggered as he groaned lowly emptying himself inside of you, filling you with warmth.

“Fuck…”

The shallow rocking of his hips created wet squelching as your arousal mixed, riding out your highs.

Once he was satisfied he pulled out, resting his weight on top of you as you shared heavy breaths, staring at each other in ecstasy.

“Fuck..” you couldn’t help but curse, giggling under his gaze as your hands wrapped around his neck. Your legs pulled him close to you, savoring the weight of his warm, sweaty body against yours.

“You’re fucking perfect love.” The phrase held a tone of the upmost sincerity, as his blue eyes bore into yours, shadowed with his long strands.

Your cheeks flushed at his praise.

His hand found place on your waist, rolling to his back. He huffed slightly as he changed your positions, guiding you to his chest with his hands.

A content sigh left his parted lips as he adjusted himself. You too made yourself comfortable, nudging your head into his chest. The feeling of his skin against yours brought you peace as you wrapped a hand around his torso, craving intimacy.

A warmth spread over your shoulder with his hand, holding you close as he used the other to reach for a cigarette.

“Your rings are cold..”

“Shit, sorry love,” his hand lifting quickly from you to pull them off. They rattled as he sat them on the coffee table, repositioning his hand over you.

Your body raised slightly as he sat up, earning a tired moan from you as his lighter clicked. A spark of orange illuminated your skin as he cast the cigarette aflame, laying back down and taking in a drag.

His mind wandered as he let out a breath of smoke, leaving a gray cloud swirling in the dim room. The weight of you against him was soothing. Made him feel needed. His grasp tightened around you, holding onto this moment, securing you close.

“You know,” your voice held a sleepy tone as your eyes flicked over the dying flames, “They’re so cruel to you.”

“But Arthur,” you raised your head, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “I love you.”

His eyes flicked over yours as he looked down his nose, taking in your words.

“I love you.” You repeated, eyes watering with tears as your fingers thumbed his chest.

A warmth spread over your cheek with his hand as he held it, taking you in with his shiny blue eyes. “I love you too.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek at his words, caught with his finger.

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Let me know your thoughts below!! I thoroughly enjoyed writing for Arthur, I don’t see many fics of him out there.

Gif from @alicent-targaryen 🥰

So happy for another mini-Tkachuk

BRADY TKACHUK IS HAVING A BABY BOY.

Tears in my eyes

with the news coming out about hockey canada, please make sure to take care of yourself. this is a really hard time and tough subject.

article here. horrific 🔪🔪🔪

so everything sucks and is a nightmare. my fellow survivors: i see you & i love you. i hope you have safety and love and support to whatever degree you need it. i hope you have a sweet fluffy pet to give you comfort. i understand that seeing potential justice can be so triumphant and so bitter. whatever you're feeling, im with you and i love you. please dont be afraid to find your own threshold and safety during all this.

Amen, amen and amen. It’s fine if you can’t do it 100% Justice, words probably can’t describe how good he can eat the pussy

i vote herb smut! the next time we see him it’ll be long🫠

I’m stuck on the oral but I can’t skip it because I just know deep in my soul that he eats pussy like a man starved I just can’t do him justice