Arthur Fist Gif Novels & Stories

“I’m okay. Really.” He leans into my touch for a moment, the fires in his eyes dimming somewhat, then pulls away to retrieve a first aid kit from a cabinet. Arthur opens the kit and takes out antiseptic wipes. “This will sting,” he warns before gently cleaning the cuts on my arm. I wince slightly at the burn, but stay still, watching Arthur’s face as he tends to my injuries. His brow is furrowed, his movements delicate despite the rage I can feel radiating from him. He’s beautiful like this—protective, caring, fierce in his devotion.

the familiar commands. Arthur and Zack swing their legs over the rusting metal, I try to find my balance and hoist myself up and over the barrier. I feel Arthur’s strong hands slide under my arm and help me. “No touching. The familiar hisses, but Arthur ignores it. A second later a crack sounding like a whip slicing through air assaults our ear drums. It only takes a second to see blood dripping down Arthur’s face. He has four jagged gashes running from his left temple down to his chin.

He has my attention too. I see one of Arthur’s picture. It’s so lovely. He’s not a smiley guy, but even with his frown face, he’s like a handsome model. “Why do I have a feeling that you’re smiling at my picture?” Arthur walks in on me, admiring his picture. For fuck sake. Can’t he just be anywhere else? “Do you mind? I’m busy.” I clear my throat, feeling so uncomfortable. He comes in and sits close to me. I still don’t look at him, even though he’s staring at my face.

Arthur walked to his desk and picked up a statue bearing the Nicastro symbol. "It’s a different story when it comes to my wife and children." He threw the statue at Gabriel. It hit him squarely on the head, drawing blood. Fiona moved as if to help, but Gabriel caught her wrist and held her in place, kneeling still. Everyone in the room was frozen in fear. Some of the officials looked like their souls had left their bodies. The statue rolled to Gabriel’s feet. Arthur walked out of the office without another word. Once the door shut, Gabriel finally stood up, blood trailing from his forehead.

"Hell-," It's a video call. Images flicker black, white, and red. "Who's my good boy?" a deep voice, Victor knows it's Arthur's, sounds in the video. Calvin is naked, caged, and bleeding from a split lip. "F-f*ck you." Victor's grip on Dustin's windpipe loosens, and his hand drops back down to his side. "That's bad, Cal," Arthur says, tone distorted by static.

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

Berk Hill gripped his sword tightly and shouted: "Hurry up and catch him!" The soldiers rushed forward at once, some slashing with swords, others stabbing with spears. Arthur suffered countless injuries to his body, but the pain made him even more crazy. "Arrgg!!!" Arthur used his big fist to punch down once enough to cause two people to twist their necks and die. He used his bare hands to catch and break the sword that was slashing down on him, grabbing the blade and cutting the ill-fated soldier's neck. He even grabbed the spear, and using it, simultaneously pierced through three people, lifted them up, and threw them away, killing them instantly.

Arthur mumbled. "Um sir.." Arthur raised his head back to the monitors. "It appears they finally have him cornered." Arthur smiled. Until... "RAAAAH!" The clown pulled off his flip flop and charged at the security guards. What began to unfold was a battle scene straight from the movie 300 except instead Leonidas was wielding a giant flipflop in this version.

“So, if it was another guy giving you a handjob, that would be preferable to a girl?” “This is hardly the place to be talking about handjobs, is it?” I said with as much dignified outrage as I could muster (admittedly, not very much). “We’ll have to discuss your bizarre obsessions some other time. This is Arthur. The real Arthur.” I turned to Arthur. His features were frozen, and his face looked like it had been varnished. “Hello,” said Arthur in a muffled voice. His lips sort of moved, but not enough to really enunciate his words. It was like hearing someone on a shitty walkie-talkie.

Once Elaine saw Arthur, she was so relieved and happy that he had come to save her. "Who are you?" They asked him. "Her mate" he answered and ran towards them. The first man challenged him drawing out a knife from his pocket, Arthur grabbed his hand and stab him instead, the man cried out in pain as Arthur pulled the knife out of his chest and stabbed his neck. The next man took his stand against him, he swung a punch at him but Arthur dodged it and punched him instead. He turned him around and finally snapped his neck to death.