#sometimes i can be very 'oh you're worried? shut the fuck up and don't tell me what to do'

[dead-core]

part of knowing me is watching me self-destruct. you cannot save me, you cannot fix me, and you cannot stop me.

[angelltheninth]

How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?

Sure thing Anon!

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference

A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.

Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.

He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.

"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."

Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.

"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."

Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.

There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.

"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."

Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.

He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.

"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."

Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.

He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.

"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."

Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.

When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.

"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."

Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.

He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.

"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

TUBBO

he physically has to hold you back from fighting people

"y/n, it's fine. they just want a reaction"

"let me beat them up!"

the other person's like "yo wtf is wrong with you????"

"sorry, my partner acts like a hostile animal when people piss them off, sorry"

he appreciates you defending him though, he does like using you as a weapon because he thinks it's funny

I mean at least you guys don't have to worry about getting kidnapped or anything because you'll be there to kick the motherfuckers ass

"GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH"

"Oh they don't bite, it's okay 🥰"

"YES THEY FUCKIN DO HELP"

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

[sugar-omi]

I hate myself for thinking this but, what if MC finds out she’s pregnant and the first thing in her mind is that she’s fucking up Cove’s future. So instead of telling him she just breaks up with him and shuts herself away from him so he can’t convince her that they’ll work it out. Now Cove has no clue why the love of his life just broke his poor heart. Skip to five years later, Cove comes back to surprise visit his dad but surprise there’s MC, Cliff and a little five year old boy that looks way too much like Cove. Like I’m talking copy and paste that’s a little Cove

oh my fucking god.... i. pls i have some thoughts but also OUCH. BIG OUCH

mmm i'm not gonna make a full fic/detailed post... maybe later if we're all itching for some angst or i'm up for causing more heart ache n then i am very much open to expanding on this (already thinking abt cove getting to know his son.... omfg my heart HURTS)

but i wonder how MC "gets away" (for lack 'a better words) with not telling cove about the kid.

because i can tell you right now, cliff and kyra can't know about it and keep it a secret. not for 5 years at least.

so does she beg everyone in her family to keep it a secret? i think that's the best bet. moms would really prefer Not to keep it a secret, but they also can't force you to tell cove...

but i also don't see them letting 5 years without cove at least knowing, go by either... they'd try to keep the secret, but seeing cove's sad face would break them quickly, if not instantly.

also your friends!!! god, they can not keep a secrete to save their life, especially that big. so you can tell them, but expect the news to find its way back to cove in about.. mmm... 4 hours? so yeah....

anyway!!! lets say that your family kept the secret...

i think your son would eventually start asking about his dad. he sees how you and your family react to him, hears all the mumbling about how he looks so much like... "cove"? when you think he's in the other room.

and he sees how sometimes you look sad and how you slowly and tenderly run your fingers through his hair. and how sometimes you tell him "yknow, daddy has hair just like yours."

and when he asks why you're sad, if you respond with something along the lines of "you look just like your dad, thats all."

or even if you say that in response when he asks what his dad looks like (if you haven't shown him pictures), or if he overhears you saying he looks like this "cove" guy

you notice he starts looking at himself more often... maybe even asking, "does daddy have green hair like mine?" "are his eyes really blue, just like mine?" "does he wear glasses too?" and still in awe that he and this man he's never met, but already seems to adore him (as much as a toddler can adore someone they don't know), share the same features.

and if you show him pictures of cove, which i hope you do, but if you don't, don't worry because your son will probably realize "he has green hair like me!!!!" and he'd either run up to enthuse about it or run up to ask him if he's his daddy bc they have the same hair color... or just call him daddy n if anyone tries to argue about it, wdym?! they have the same hair color, what more do you need?!

so hopefully, cove is the only man with specifically seafoam green hair. otherwise, you're shitting yourself every time your son runs off to meet his green-haired-brethern

anyway. I think all your sons questions, and seeing pictures, knowing that he shares so many traits with cove, and seeing you miss him.

oh god, seeing you sad would make him insist so so much on seeing cove.

"if we meet daddy, will you be happy again?"

also can't believe I almost forgot.. your son being sad about not having a dad, and being jealous of other kids for spending time with their dad, etc.

he'd ask you questions about why he doesn't have a dad, n if he does. why isn't he around? and a real heartbreaker.. does daddy hate him? does he not love him? is that why he isn't here?

so I guess that means it's time to go back to sunset bird! and finally explain why you moved away n never looked back, and why you don't talk to anyone but your parents from back then...

now I won't get into everything right now (im a fuckin liar. I can feel a tangent coming on)

but I wanna talk abt how cove would feel, just a bit, and how I think your future with him would look...

I think at first, he'd be really shocked, seeing this carbon copy of his much younger self. the only thing telling him that his 4-5 year old self didn't jump out of one of his many childhood pictures,

is any birthmarks or beauty marks that maybe you have, or the boys hair being curlier than his, or his skin tone, or maybe he has your nose. whatever it is, he knows he's looking at the imperfect combination of you and him.

(cove's heart is beating outta his chest right now, n you're lucky he only stumbles instead of fainting, because this really is a shock... but that deeper part inside of him, that egotistical, primal almost, part of his heart swells up at the thought, the reality. that his son looks mostly, if not entirely like him.)

but after shock, he's sad. I think he'd be really sad, because he realizes that this is why you broke up right? and no matter how in control of your emotions you think you may be, your wide eyes show how afraid, nervous, and sad you are. he knows. he knows without even talking to you and it hurts

and after he gets past the anger and confusion stage, maybe even in between in fact- which would be more natural since, I think he'd feel this all at once but that's besides the point

he'd be really sad he missed all his sons milestones. walking, first words... God he probably dreams about it (when he does eventually fall asleep), and now his heart is tugging at the seams and the seams are RIPPING.

he also starts thinking about how hard it must've been doing it by yourself. and going through all that without him, your partner.

but maybe you didn't rely on him like he relied on you? maybe you didn't trust him like he did you, maybe you just... didn't need him. like he needed you.

you did break up afterall, and you never let him know about the kid until now, so maybe you thought he'd be a failure of a father and nipped it in the bud before disaster struck...

but I also think that's where anger comes in. because you didn't tell him. he didn't have a choice at all.

he knows he had a tendency to hesitate or run away, but he thinks really hard about it, and he knows he wouldn't have ran away from this.

leaving you alone would scare him a lot more than being a father. being a bad or absent father would scare him a lot more than trying to be a good one. knowingly abandoning a life he helped create, would scare him so much more. he wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise.

so while he gets it. he doesn't get why you didn't try.

and if you explain that you worried about ruining his future, he's so upset and so mad because how could you make that choice for him? how could you take on the burden alone?

this is also where confusion merges in, because while the answers are so obvious or easy to guess, he just can't believe it. he doesn't wanna believe it...

now about your future...

cove still loves you. he's loved you his whole life, it's hard to stop even 5 years later... and seeing you, it makes his heart throb because he's dreamed about this for many nights.

you broke up with him without giving any answers. you even up and moved by the end of the week so when he tried to give you space, before talking to you, it was too late. your room was pretty much void of every sign of life.

you took all your treasured items, your clothes- spare some youd been meaning to get rid of, your pictures, your hobby items. everything. he's surprised you didn't just take the bed and frame.

he's surprised you didn't just carve out his heart n take it with you, because if it's still in his chest, why does it feel so hollow?...

it'd take a really long time to even think of a romantic relationship. if at all. maybe cove's even accepted the break up at some point, depending on how long you'd been together. but if you'd been together since you were 13, it's a hard pill to swallow. bc you can put up with his angsty teenage self, what changed...?

I think seeing you be a parent, and so adored by your son, warms up his heart. makes him fall in love a bit at the sight.

it's not instant, he's getting to know you again. and getting to know this life that he didn't even know was waiting for him.

it's a good 2 or 3 years of figuring out this mess until it becomes something that makes sense. or as much sense as it can make. and if there's still something there, no matter how miniscule. it will catch fire.

now about the kiddo... he's so scared. and I hope you took a few days of talking with cove, and prbly cliff n Kyra bc they have a lotta feelings n thoughts on this too, before you try to integrate cove into his life.

it's small. cove meeting you at the park, and either your son is asking cove a billion questions (both abt why the sky is blue, and awkward questions abt why he wasn't present before...)

or he's trying to drag him on the monkey bars (doesn't work, cove's feet are on the ground still....)

or he's sitting silently on the blanket, reading, occasionally showing cove his favorite scene of the picture book or making him pronounce a word

but it does get bigger, it becomes lunch-n-movie dates, spending the night at your house (at your son's insistence. prbly bc he didn't want him to leave after a fun day), then cove taking him out alone..

it's a lot. and sometimes it feels like you're going backwards or that you're not moving at all because it's hard, for awhile. and even though his dad is on speed dial, there's not enough information he can give cove in how to take care of and deal with a kid he just met a few months ago.

especially a kid who already has a bit of personality, is hell on wheels (like most 5 year olds), possibly has many questions n sometimes problems with cove suddenly being here... it's a lot. n cliff can't help with any of it really.

he does get comfortable, eventually. although there's still times when he's sad, sometimes even angry about what happened, and all he's missed out on, he's so so happy to not miss out on anything else.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS *  assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)

did you really call the police?

there is no death.

i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.

i just can't take no pleasure in killing.

i don't really believe in motives.

there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.

if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.

you must renounce this power. you must give it up.

there is something horrible happening in my house.

do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?

you're going to die up there.

i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.

they're opening that place again?

at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.

my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.

you listen to me, you little bitch.

you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.

come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!

oh, that gun's no good.

you're such a sucker for it.

i've never sensed anything like it.

they die better that way.

you still haven't told me your name.

i was the killer!

somebody's there!

what are you doing out in this mess?

that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.

if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!

i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.

the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

you're doomed! you're all doomed!

what's your favorite scary movie?

shut your mouth!

hold me. please hold me.

you damn fool! you ruined the door!

i was at the slaughterhouse.

a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

there's no need to do that.

what's that stench?

you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?

please help me!

you can't just let them kill me!

you never paid any attention!

i'll do anything!

sin never dies.

oh, that's blood all right.

you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.

are you alone in the house?

what an excellent day for an exorcism.

it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.

the power of christ compels you.

there's someone in this fucking room!

next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.

they're all gonna laugh at you!

we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.

hear that?

i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.

is there someone inside you?

don't go anywhere.

talk louder, i can't hear you!

you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

oh my god, i thought you were dead.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.

don't call me that!

you wanna get us killed!

come on, there's something you're not telling me.

you'll never come back again.

wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.

his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.

help me tie this around my waist.

you've never done this before.

when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

it did that to your face?

everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.

watch it, you stupid shit.

[lust444men]

HIII i actually have a request if u do genderfluid readers 😋😋 if u do could you do something with the reader not being out yet so when they stare at a dude hobie kinda assumes the worse ?? then they gotta explain they wanna BE him not WITH him yk

bonus if reader is constantly presenting very fem so its a bit of a surprise idk thank u 🤞🤞🤞

hii angel! of course I can do that, I hope this does my genderfluid babes justice <3 afab!genderfluid!reader x unlabed hobie?? he fws what he fws, anxiety on hobs part, gender envy on yours, albeit bad descriptors of being genderfluid? I'm trying. he thinks you're cheating/losing interest, british grammar???

You're out on a walk with Hobie, him wanting to take you to his favourite punk shops - buying you whatever you liked from in there cause he's just happy you're liking his style. You're all skirts and blouses - but you don't always want to be that. Sometimes you like it, sometimes it makes you want to crawl out of your own skin because you want to be more masculine that day, week, however long, but you're limited. Baggy clothes just won't cut it anymore.

So, whilst you were sat on a bench, enjoying your food with Hobie and you saw a boy walk past who is just radiating gender envy into you, your eyes stayed glued to him. They way his clothes can be stuck to him with no chest in the way, his hair short but fluffy, his rings decorating his slender, short nailed fingers, Hobie notices. He noticed your lack of response to what he had said before, he looked at you. Then looked where you were looking, his brows pinching together. He then watched you stare at this guy with so much intensity, it's as if he wasn't here at all.

"Wha' Ya know 'im?" He asked, still staring at you and your body language, a familiar unease bubbling in his stomach from the last experiences he's had with unfaithful girlfriends.

"Huh? Oh..no, no I don't." You said, finally taking your eyes off him and making eye contact with your now unhappy, nervous boyfriend.

"Oh? Why you starin' like tha', then?" He grabbed the drink out you lap, taking a long sip of it whilst staring at you over the bottle. His throat feels dry. Is the bottle shaking? Why are his hands shaking?

"I liked..his tee shirt. It had a cool band on it." You lied through your teeth, and Hobie could tell. He slightly shifted in his seat, deciding to leave this little problem for when you were back at his flat.

"Aight.." He shrugged, putting all your stuff into a bag. "C'mon, les do the res' of the shops before they close." He mumbled as he stood up, and you were expecting him to take your hand, but he didn't, now giving you the uneasy feel of dread in the bottom of your stomach. What had you done? The rest of the walk around was mainly quiet, Hobie only making a few comments here and there, but he never actually spoke first. He was just replying to you. You walked back to his flat in the quiet, your hands in the pocket of his jacket he let you wear once it got cold. He's upset but you're still his girl. Are you his girl?

You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out where you went wrong this afternoon. You guys were having such a good time, 'why did he go quiet? Did he want the last cookie you took? No, he wouldn't get upset over something as silly as that. Did he not like the drink you chose? He drank it, it couldn't of been that bad. Why did he start asking about that guy that walke pas- oh fuck. He thinks I was checking him out. Fuck, fuck! how could you be so stupid? He sees his girlfriend starin' at a guy of course he's gonna assume that! How do I tell him I want to be him? Not be with him?'

You enter the flat behind him, shutting the door quietly behind you and taking off your shoes. You watch him wall over to his sofa, sitting himself down with a sigh before looking over to watch you. Seeing the worry and guilt etched onto your face, he spoke up.

"Ya' aight, doll?" He asked, almost in a whisper, not really wanting you to reply.

"We needa talk." You said, walking over towards him. He felt his heart drop, feeling like all his fears were coming true in one afternoon. He crossed his arms defensively over his chest, giving a small nod.

"Go on." He glanced off to the side.

"That guy today? I wasn't...I didn't check him out." You said, sitting in the armchair just opposite him, fiddling with your rings.

"Wha' was tha', then? Hm? 'Cause it certainly looked like you was checkin' 'im out." He said almost roughly, the tone making you wince. He's getting defensive, that's understandable.

"No, love - I wasn't. I..fuck. This is going to sound insane, and you're probably gonna feel differently once I say it but I have to say it, I do, i-"

"So say i'." He interrupted you, narrowing his eyes slightly, frowning.

"I...I didn't want to be with him- I just...I wanted to..be him." You admitted quietly, looking down at your hands. He paused, his frown growing but now in confusion. What?

"You...wanna be a boy?" He asked slowly and carefully.

"No- well, yeah. But only sometimes. I feel more masculine than I do feminine some days, but I've been unable to express that. So what you were seeing wasn't attraction, it was envy. Envy that he could look so boyish without even trying, just putting on clothes, not trying to be masculine." You huffed, your voice slightly saddened. Hobie was probably gonna feel completely different about you now.but it's better than him thinking you were going to cheat someday.

He stayed eerily quiet, staring at you. Studying you. Was that true? he couldn't tell. He's leaning more towards yes, though. Nobody would be this worried about this eccentric of a lie.

"Aight..'ow long 'ave you felt this way?" He carefully asked, sitting more upright.

"Since I was a kid, really. I only just realised recently what it was, though. My "tomboy" phase. When I started developing 'n' my clothes got baggier as my chest got bigger, but then I'd wear low cut things, I-..I'm sorry you only just found out - that I only just told you. I didn't know how to approach it, y'know? It's not an easy subject to come by. Hey it's your girlfriend, I sometimes don't wanna be your girlfriend cause I wanna be your boyfr-" He cut your rambling off by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, his hand on your cheek. He brushed your hair behind your ear, pulling away from they kiss.

"Ay, listen. Tha's fine. I don' see ya any differently. Ya still the love of my life, yeah? Don' worry 'bout it, luv.If you wan', ya can have a bunch of my old clothes, for when ya feel like a lad. Can help you make fits." He comforted you, bringing you closer to him.

"Jus' tell me when ya' start feelin' like tha', yeah? I wouldn't wanna do sum' that makes my love uncomfortable." He said to you, kissing your cheek softly, then your temple, then your forehead. You smile, feeling like you could just cry from how accepting he was of that, of you.

"You'd really do that for me?" You mumbled, making him nod instantly.

"Of course, baby."

"And you don't feel any differently towards me?"

"No' in the sligh'est."

"You still love me?"

"I love you even more each second. Tha' ain't gon' change. I fell in love wit' ya, darlin'. Ain't gonna care 'bout you wantin' to be like that sometimes. Jus' means you can be like me." He smiled, kissing all over your face in-between his words, really wanting you to know he means that. You couldn't help it, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. And he wiped it away immediately.

"Nah, don' cry, my love. 'Cause then you're gon' make me cry." He mumbled, his hand sliding through your hair and to the back of your head, bringing you closer and kissing you again, sweetly and softly. You returned the kiss, of course. He gave you a few more quick kisses, before pulling away, his hand staying put.

"You wan' go pick sum aftershave ou' from my collection?" He offered.

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I really hope I did the genderfluid community justice with this one! I'm so sorry if I didn't get something right about it, I did look some stuff up, but still <3 thank you so much for such a cute request, and if it was up to your standards and you wanna request again, feel free! <3

[myunghology]

walk me home — hellovenus

project sekai boys and how they love.

— akito, toya, tsukasa, rui x gn! reader (seperate) got this idea from a post user @/akiitos tagged me in 🫶🫶🫶 ALSO FASTEST WORK I'VE EVER MADE WITH 4 CHARACTERS? I DID IT IN ONLY AN HOUR

✦ akito shinonome

he's a bit passive aggressive. but you know he loves you dearly.

he loves by telling you aggressively not to overwork, just because he seems distant doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. and then when you don't, he lightly scolds you, calling you stupid for not listening to him, but even after all that, he still takes care of you.

he loves by looking out for you. telling people to shut up because your sleeping— telling people to fuck off because you're getting uncomfortable and because he knows you're too nice to say anything.

he loves by treating you sometimes with his own hard earned money. akito wants to take you out with his own money. not anyone else's. refuses to buy anything for you unless it's with his money.

he loves by being attentive. you send a chat that you're tired, and he reads it immediately. you might think he ignored you but 7 minutes later he's outside your house with some snacks so he can help you with whatever your dealing with. he walks in before closing the door with the spare key you gave him, going inside your room saying, “i heard someone was stressed.”

he loves by being an asshole. you were so sick of him that you say, “why are you always such an ass to me? what the fuck did i do?” and he replies with “I'm 'such an ass' because I'm in love with you, you fucking dumbass.” that was basically how he confessed.

✦ toya aoyagi

toya is an interesting person, it's hard to tell what he's thinking, but besides that, you still love him.

he loves by being considerate without you asking. one time, he heard you were having difficulties with an exam. so he came over and studied— even if he was tired, he's still considering you. motivating you even though your also tired.

he loves by giving you gifts as appreciation. we all know toya has a habit of literally winning a lot of stuff in arcades, so most of his winnings go mostly to you. you know, your plushies have their own bed now because of him.

he loves by reassuring you with anything and everything. telling you even when you're stuggling, bad times and good times, that he's still in love with you, even in arguments. tells you he'll still love you as you are whenever your too shy. tells you it's okay to make mistakes.

he loves by doing what he dislikes the most just for you. even if you never asked for it. you could say you love piano covers and suddenly he sends you a recording of him playing your favorite song on the piano even though it brings him unpleasant memories, he knows you'd never do something he doesn't like, but he can't help but do it for the person he loves.

✦ tsukasa tenma

tsukasa is a very, very energetic person. which makes him hard to get along with especially if you're an introvert.

he loves by making you smile almost always. how he goes the most goofiest shit just to see you smile. the lengths he goes just to see you happy. wxs calls him a simp, but who is he to deny that? even before you both start dating, his focus is always on you. and saki

he loves by showing you off / flexing you. you just laugh it off, but he really likes doing it. he always goes "oh my god their so amazing how could I get so lucky" etc. people give him weird stares, but he says everything he says is true.

he loves by helping with your social skills. if you're anxious, of course. he isn't afraid to introduce you to his other friends, encouraging you to talk, even if you don't want to, it's okay. he'll talk for you, no problem.

he loves by always spending time with you. he's always with you to the point that when you two are seperated, something went wrong. but really, he's just really busy. even if he is busy, he always makes time for you, checkin up on you everyday, and gets worried when you don't reply.

✦ rui kamishiro

rui is also an interesting person. you question him sometimes, but you still love him.

he loves by flirting with you. will stop if you're uncomfortable of course, but if you aren't, pickup lines are daily. and it isn't those weird cheesy ones. it's the ones that come out of no where. when you say something— he always has a pick up line to say. it's a 6th sense at this point.

he loves by listening to you. when you tell him to eat and stop being picky, he's pouting while eating vegetables. listening to you also means while you're sad. he's all ears. giving advice there and then unless you only want him to listen. and he's greatful that you're willing to share with him.

he loves by always willing to help you with anything. especially with robotics if you take it. he's really smart, you know. but he just.. doesn't use his smartness well if you know what I mean. if you two listen enough in class, then you two are definitely passing.

he loves by always noticing you when you're left out. he sees your trying to talk but other people keep interrupting. suddenly his voice gradually gets loulder when he says "ah wait [name], what were you trying to say?" always considering you even in moments like these, and you always appreciate it.

©myunghology — all works written are made by ©myunghology. DON'T steal / copy my works. if you do see someone stealing my works, please report them :).

[wroteclassicaly]

sigh...okay...yall got me. Tw for misogynistic views...and straight up smut

Gator stood with his arms crossed, your eyes drawn to them. The blue cast on his arm like a beacon. "Like I said, don't worry your pretty little mind about it." Gator glared at you. "You broke your arm!" You throw your hands up and stand. You hate how your eyes go back to his biceps. The stupid tattoo he got one night when he was drunk.

The tattoo he got and immediately called you crying because the needle hurt. You don't even know how he ended up at the tattoo parlor. He only drank because his father's view of bonding was a whiskey and card game. At least he claimed. Sometimes you couldn't tell if Gator was telling the truth or not, but he is your friend. Having grown up together, the once sweet boy you knew who helped you up from falling and scraping your knees has become a hard headed idiot.

"Let the men think Hon," Gator snipped at you, rolling his eyes. An idiot who believed men were better then women. You knew Gator was only listening to his father. You hoped Gator would get out, but for whatever reason he clung to his dad further.

You scoffed at Gator," One of us has to think around here, and we know damn well it isnt you." "I do-" "You don't! You just follow your dad blindly!"

You go to say something more, but Gator stomps towards you, finger pointed in your face," You shut up now! You know nothing about what's going on." You blink and Gator pauses, hand lowering," I uh...I...you don't know what's happening okay?" You frown but stay silent.

Gator draws in a deep breath and your eyes dart down to his chest as he does it. You suddenly realize how close he is to you. One step closer and your chests would touch. You could simply lean in and kiss him and-

"Dad knows what he's doing. He's great. That's why he's the leader." Gator nods, as if trying to convince you or maybe himself of what he is saying. "Your dad is a hypocrite. Breaks the law all the time." You mumble, but Gator hears. "Dad says if you are pure, your actions can only be good." "Neither of yall are pure, unless you're a virgin," you smirk slightly.

"I am!" Gator pauses, realizing what he said as your eyes widen slightly. A slight blush spreads across his face as he rocks back on his heels," I mean uh I have experience. Yeah uh totally. Got plenty of it. Not plenty, I'm not a slut i-"

You hadn't expected that. You raise an eyebrow," You think you're pure?" Gator nodded. You hummed before saying," Really? Well, Gator, how many times have you fucked your fist to that picture you took of me in my red bikini?"

Gator's face bloomed red as he cleared his throat," I dont uh dont know what you're talking about." "No? You almost dropped your phone in the water, tried to play it off as if the sound of the camera didn't go off." You smirk at the awkward man in front of you. Gator took a deep breath in as his eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at you.

You glance down and see a very distinct bulge in his pants. You lick your lips at the sight. You knew he was going to be big. You take a step forward, causing Gator to stumble back. "How many times?" You batted your lashes at Gator, trying to give him big doe eyes. "Once or twice i uh sorry?" Gator cleared his throat again, voice sounding low and gravelly sending shivers down your spine. You shake your head condescendingly and Gator whines," Your tits were right there, you can't blame me for looking."

"What? These?" You strip your shirt off in one motion. Gator's eyes dart back to you and widen at your bra covered chest. "Oh fuck," he groans. His eyes are glued to your chest, watching each inhale and exhale closely. You lightly trace your bra with your fingers as the man whimpers slightly before looking up at the ceiling. "Fucked your fist to the thought of these?" You chuckle. "...yea.."

You aren't sure if Gator is cursing you or thanking the Lord with how his eyes are stuck on the ceiling. "How about fucking something else?" You drop to your knees, hands coming up to rest on his thighs. Gator's face snaps down to look at you, mouth dropping open. You can see a wet patch on his pants already forming from his precum. You lightly trace the button on his pants," Wanna fuck my mouth baby?"

Gator's eyes are wide as he nods furiously. He quickly unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to his thighs. You weren't expecting him to be commando underneath. His thick cock bobs in front of you. A thick vein runs along the underside, head turning a purple from how hard he is. You lightly grasp him and his stomach flexes, " oh shit." "Poor thing," you mumble. You lean forward and swipe some of the precum from his tip with your tongue. The whine Gator lets out is like music to your ears.

You look up at him and slowly lick along the vein. Gator is staring at you in awe. Instinctively, he grabs the back of your head with his hand. "Oh shit," Gator moans. You slowly envelope the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. You barely finish the circle before Gator thrusts forward slightly and you feel warmth hit the back of your throat. You didn't even get to suck him off and he was coming down your throat.

Gator moaning and whining as he gripped your hair for life, legs shaking from the best orgasm he's had. And you barely did a thing. Kind of pathetic really...but you felt a rush of power. You pull back and look up at him after he finishes as he breathes heavily. His eyes snap open and he stares down at you in wonder and lust. "Can we do that again?" He asks softly. "You liked my mouth baby? Could barely handle it." "I can handle it, promise." "Hm. We'll see."

[submissivekillers]

Norman with an over confident but bad at flirting reader?

(love ur stuff btw)

y/n: has absolutely negative rizz norman: ohhh i can't not fuck them

in all seriousness after considering it.... i kinda feel like this is the ideal pairing for norman?

like, norman is a very pretty man. he probably has been hit on before. but because of The Problems, straightforward flirting - especially if it's sexual in tone - just makes him awkward at best, and completely shut down at worst (until mother bates comes out.) the flirt in turn either ends up unsettled by him or dead (or both)

but when you hit him with the silliest line he's ever heard, the sheer combination of flattery, confusion, and amusement manages to override all of that ingrained fear and shame and he just. laughs?

and MAYBE that be kind of ego crushing, except that he's still pink around the ears and hiding his face in his hands, and even when he sobers up enough to finish checking you in he's got this sweet, almost surprised grin on his face, like he'd forgotten how good laughter felt

so. obviously you're going to have to keep flirting with him, if it means he'll smile at you like that again

crucially, there's never any sense of pressure that accompanies your flirting. in fact, for a long time i think norman would operate under the assumption that you don't mean anything by it - you just seem so pleased whenever you get him giggling and clutching his sides, and you never make a single move to indicate you want anything more, so? clearly you're just a very friendly person who likes making people laugh, and he's nothing special

of course, you are So Very Into Him and screaming internally every time you get tongue-tied and end up spouting out some insane pick-up line instead of just telling him how you feel goddamnit -

but that's also fine, in a way, because from what norman shares with you about his past the last thing you'd ever want to do is make him feel trapped by your affection, and because you still get to see that cute grin. so you learn not to mind

i think norman would really admire your confidence; you seem to move through the world so easily, whereas he has so much weighing him down. he worries sometimes that he's too boring for you, plain and shy and still fighting that voice in his ear that tells him to make you disappear. but when he expresses those thoughts to you - lightly, trying to make a joke but getting a lil too self-deprecating with it - you get so earnest, taking his hands in yours and looking at him with warm, clear eyes

you tell him how happy you are to have met him, how much you admire his dedication to the motel and to becoming a better man, how you love hearing him chatter about his new taxidermy project or the strangers who pass through the hotel, and norman starts to realize that all that terrible flirting did mean something

naturally, the pick-up lines don't stop once the two of you finally make it past the pining stage. if anything, an established relationship just makes you lay it on even thicker - but it also means norman can just kiss you to quiet you down, an arrangement that neither of you have a problem with

MAJOR bonus points if, despite all your bluster, you melt whenever the attention is returned. you catch norman on a good day when he feels bold enough to respond with some teasing of his own, and you respond by turning into a blushing, stuttering mess? oh, he's hooked

local motel owner becomes absolute menace, more news at 6

in conclusion, norman bates will let you hit if you're goofy

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 2

Hunter: Tech noticed only today that he can label his email inboxes, but he took apart his entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.

Echo: This reminds me of the Tech who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.

Hunter: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Tech.

*Wrecker and Tech are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*  Wrecker: oh my god, Tech, backwards!  Tech: Really, Wrecker? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

Crosshair: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

*Wrecker and Crosshair are texting* 

Wrecker: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. 

Crosshair: What did they change my name to? 

Wrecker: Chosen One. 

Crosshair: Don’t change it back. 

Wrecker: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! 

Crosshair: I’m the chosen one.

Kidnapper: I have one of your brothers.

Echo: Which one? I have four.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Echo: Which one? I have four.

Wrecker, distantly: HEY!!!

Tech, teaching Wrecker to drive: Okay, you're driving and Omega and Echo walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?  Wrecker: Oh, definitely Echo. I could never hurt Omega.  Tech, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Cody: Crosshair, when’s your birthday?

Crosshair: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?

Cody: …so I know when to wish you a happy birthday.

Echo: New year, new me.  Crosshair: Bitch, it’s August.  Echo: Time is an illusion.

Hunter: What time is it?  Wrecker: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out  Wrecker: *BLASTS the saxaphone*  Crosshair: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING  Wrecker: It’s 2 am

Tech: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.  Wrecker: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.  Tech: They're not.  Wrecker: Haha, very funny.  Tech: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?  Wrecker: No... what happened?  Tech: ...Why would you fall for this again-

Tech: Hey, are you free?  Crosshair: No, I’m expensive.

Crosshair, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Echo.  Echo, not looking up from his coffee: Good morning, problem child.

Crosshair: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Hunter’*  Omega: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Wrecker: *Talking to Hunter* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me.  Tech: But this is my abode.  Wrecker: ...  Wrecker: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Wrecker: Hi, who's this? Crosshair changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.  Hunter: What's mine?  Wrecker: Dwarf.  Hunter: HE’S SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!  Wrecker: Oh, hey Hunter.  Hunter: FUCK!

Rex: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Tech: >:O language Wrecker: Yeah watch your fucking language Echo: OKAY WHO TAUGHT WRECKER THE FUCK WORD? Crosshair: 'The fuck word'. Hunter: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Wrecker: Oh my god he censored it Crosshair: Say fuck, Hunter. Wrecker: Do it, Hunter. Say fuck.

Omega, excitedly: Heeyy!!  Wrecker: Hey, someone's excited.  Crosshair, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick. 

Wrecker, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.  Tech: Hey, do you take constructive criticism?  Wrecker: I absolutely fucking do not.

Crosshair: I need to dye my hair.  Hunter: ...  Crosshair: Or get another tattoo.  Hunter: ...  Crosshair: Or a new piercing.  Hunter: Why?  Crosshair: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods. 

Tech: But what about Wrecker?  Omega: Don't worry about him.  Omega: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened. 

Omega: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.  Crosshair: And you came to me?

Hunter: I think it’s time I get my life in order.  Echo, narrating: But he did not get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night and fought a raccoon. 

Wrecker: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée. 

Echo: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.  Crosshair: Heck.  Echo: You're on thin fucking ice.  Echo: Oh no-

Omega: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.  Tech: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.  Crosshair: Fuck you.

Echo: How do you want your coffee?  Wrecker: Black, like my soul.  Echo: Echo: Wrecker, your soul is a latte.

Echo: So, what's it like living with Crosshair?  Hunter: He once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."  Echo: ...  Hunter: I love him so much. 

Crosshair: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Omega.  Tech: You just said it again.  Omega: Crosshair: I am not a role model. 

[bruciemilf]

#like - ill be very transparent. sometimes i write fem bruce solely for harvey or clark eating pussy content KSKSKS #but thats very much achievable with trans bruce so

!!!!! ohhhh pleasepleaseplease give us a few headcanons/some content!! there's not enough trans!bruce out there esp. with harv and clark!

OH MANNN. MAN. MAN. so!! I don't know If you had a set preference between nsfw or sfw and/or harv an clark hcs,, so I think it'll be a mix for both!

Warnings/tags: Degradation, housewife kink, dirty talk, name calling, breeding kink, daddy kink mention, size kink

Transitioned early; Martha, Thomas, and Alfred were as discreet as a star family gets in Gotham City, where the media's eyes never shuts. Which is never enough.

They couldn't pay rich people, media people to ignore the Bruce before the Real Bruce. But if you cared about your life even a little bit, and you didn't want to die under Thomas' scalpel, you kept your mouth shut.

Bruce got in a stage where he was cis passing enough that people didn't think twice to call him a man; I feel like he grew up around healthy examples of masculinity, but when you're in college? You try to make up for your lacks.

There's a subgenre of sexism among men tbh, that its like, specifically To them; It's like, misogyny in the open, but they victimise eachother about it.

Bruce can't quite understand why drinking and hooking up and getting blasted without even worrying there's a pill in your drink is necessarily masculine. It's certainly a privilege, thought, and he's a bit (a lot) bitter abt it

Also most def carries testosterone shots on his batman belt that he accidentally injects instead of adrenaline like, all the time.

Oh, and testosterone and estrogen? Free in Gotham. Courtesy to Wayne Enterprises

Bruce not giving a wet fuck about gender norms in the slightest bit; He'll rock a coral pink tennis skirt and shiny, peach perfumed lip gloss.

He'll rock divine silk dresses. He'll look angelic with motor oil smudged on his cheek from breaking into the autoshop.

And he doesn't really care who has what to say about it, because Harvey Dent? Can't peel his eyes off of him, and that's enough of an achievement for Bruce.

(Nsfw HCs ahead!!!)

Harvey always always worries he might say the wrong thing; the wrong name, (they have a very soft spot for Princess and Baby)

Harvey calls him Baby Girl while Bruce worked him hard with his hand and mouth, dragging holy noises out of him with just a few tugs, and Harvey apologizes profusely

" My masculinity won't shrivel up and die because of a name, Harv. Even I'm not that fragile. "

Bruce is a big time virgin but no surprise there; Have you seen that man. He falls apart at a few words and gets wet so easily it's ridiculous.

Batman riding Harvey's thigh while he's supposed to interrogate him? It's more likely than you think

That being said, he's big on degradation; Harvey calls him a perfect little slut and Bruce's brain goes fuzzy and dim. I'm sorry, but Battinson has huge " pls just break me and take care of me after" energy I am PROFITING

With Clark it's almost the same, because personally? Mean Clark. Mean Clark who'll grip Bruce's diamond sharp jaw and make those strawberry lips pucker. Just to watch those pretty eyes roll back. " Aww. Are you that needy, darlin '?"

HARVEY AND CLARK AND BRUCE? biggest housewife kinks. I'm sorry, don't shoot the messenger, they SPECIFICALLY told me to tell YOU that they love Bruce in a pink apron, legs spread open on the kitchen counter while they're " having dinner"

THE BREEDING KINK???? Bruce rides the hell out Harvey/Clark, making an absolute mess on their laps, whining, squirming, sobbing up a storm because he DEF cries during sex, and he's begging so sweetly

" please-- please, can - can I have a baby? Please? Pretty please? For me, daddy? For daddy's little wife?"

He's very persuasive when he wants to be

And as the tags mentioned; Bruce has his legs spread open wide more often than not.

If he's not laying on his back, getting the soul slurped and licked and milked out of him, he's most definetly riding Clark's or Harvey's faces and I'll die on that hill.

Harvey/Clark love how fucking Big they are compared to him. They love Bruce is small enough to move around, but big amd strong enough to grope and manhandle. Praise kink is on Heavily. " That's a good boy. "

This man's pussy makes Harvey/Clark CRY. They're completely addicted to him. Bruce is all day everyday getting spread on princess pink sheets, lingerie shredded, heels digging in his partner's back and getting SERVICED like he deserves

Pillow princess 100%%%

He likes hard stuff, but he's Very fragile in the after-care process. He's ashamed of ask for it because he's affectionate, or starves for it anyway, and doesn't expect to receive it because he didn't until Then

But it's all so soft, after. Gentle kisses. Harvey/Clark carrying him around everywhere, not minding clingy arms or sharp nails squeezing their shoulders. They're happy to hold that big baby for hours

Gets the baby he wants but like. Of course it's conceived in the dirtiest baby making sex you'll ever hear of. RIP Harvey's old DA office/car and Clark's family barn

That's all folks!!!

[milflewis]

Gewis + Valtteri - telepathy au

"How is being inside Lewis's head?"

George deliberately doesn't cross his arms. He shifts in his seat slightly to look at Valtteri in the face. The room is slowly filling up with drivers for the breifing. "Boring. Quiet. Like you said."

Valtteri smiles. It splits his face in two. "I lied. He knew it was a joke."

George doesn't know how to talk to Valtteri, which would be fine, because, historically, George doesn't know how to talk to a lot of people, and vice versa, but sometimes it feels like Valtteri knows how to talk to him and is hiding the instruction manual from him. George isn't good with secrets. The irony of this paired with having Lewis "I don't even feel the bond most days" Hamilton is not lost on George. He is used to getting what he wants but it being a little stewed to the left.

Valtteri takes a sip from his reusable coffee cup. "You forget that we used to be teammates," Valtteri tells him, and taps the side of the cup against his forehead.

"I don't," George says quickly - too quickly based on the way Valtteri blinks slowly at him.

Lewis is so barely there in George's head that sometimes George nearly trips over the shock at the reminder. Which is something he is trying to find only mildly devastating, rather than completely earth shattering. He likes to think it is working.

He had completely lost track of what he was saying to Alex during the last drivers parade when the space dedicated to Lewis rippled and quietened for a moment. George's head had gone all warm and fuzzy, steam collecting behind his eyes. He had looked over to find Valtteri laughing, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, standing in front of Lewis in a way that blocked Lewis's face from the cameras.

"I hope you don't lie to him,' Valtteri says. "He'd be able to tell. He doesn't like being lied to. Not if you're bad at it."

George glares at the implication for all that it is true. Valtteri gives him a deeply unimpressed look before rolling his eyes. When he speaks next, he says his words very slowly like he's talking to a child. "Or when it matters."

George's brain goes utterly silent.

He doesn't know what he's projecting but it's enough for Lewis to stir - both in his mind and out - George can see him turning in his seat a few chairs ahead, frowning. His eyes are very wide.

"You're a fucking disaster," Valtteri tells him. George watches him pull a face at Lewis like he's giving in to something and sits down next to him.

"I don't matter to him," George confesses after several deep breaths. He wants to break something for the brief surge of hope at Valtteri's words. He places his hands flat on his jeans, palms down.

Valtteri looks angry for a moment. Viciously furiously angry. He inhales and it goes away easy, leaving behind barely even mild frustration. It reminds George, strangely, of Lewis. He doesn't know what to do with that.

"Shut up. Don't ever say that to him."

"No," George tries, suddenly desperate for Valtteri, who knows Lewis, to understand. "I mean, yeah, like, obviously, he's not a fucking dick, but - but also, no, you know?"

"No." Valtteri's voice is low. "I don't know."

And then: "Can't you feel him?"

George falters. "Uh, what?"

Valtteri works his jaw. "Can you feel him?" He taps his cup against his forehead again. "In there?"

George blinks. Lewis no longer feels as worried, churning and quiet, but he blinks back at him, waiting, waves gentle. George has always been scared of the sea.

"Yes, yeah, obviously, we're - we're bonded."

"No, not obviously," Valtteri tells him. "Not always. Not if both didn't want to."

The shape of that - the possible depth and meaning of Valtteri's words - dawns on him slowly. It is horrible. Not for the first time, George wonders how Valtteri and Lewis have even found themselves to be friends.

"Oh," George says softly. Lewis settles and stills. George lies down next to him, not touching, and breathes.

"Yes. Oh," Valtteri repeats, only slightly mocking.

[tunahaswares]

- Lucien Flavius headcanons .

Lucien is book smart but absolutely not people smart. if you ask if he's flirting with you when he talks to you the first time, he stammers over his words and makes it sound *even worse*, which is so dorky and adorable to me. He knows a lot about history and random facts about the Dwemer, but he doesn't know how to adapt that knowledge to people. I mean, what he knows doesn't even begin to translate to socializing.

But he's still so naturally charismatic in a silly goofy way. He sings songs, does rhyming games with Inigo, tells you scary stories by the fire, etc etc. He has RIZZ he just doesn't know how to use it. or that it even exists.

(This man giggles and tells me I made him blush and I'M FUMBLING SO HARD IM TAKING SCREENSHOT AFTER SCREENSHOT- he did a little idle pose where he tilted his head and I squawked like a bird in shock.)

and his REACTION when you activate the lover stone.... whatever he says, he ends it with "not that I... ah..." like he's gonna say "not that I'm not interested in you!" or whatever. I forget the specifics of what he said, but he's saying the stone is better for the player and not for him, and is just generally embarrassed. I'd wager he's never been in a relationship before. He's always been study study study, books books books. And daydream daydream DAYDREAM.

Good lord his head's in the clouds sometimes. He's also confident in a weird way? Like he has self doubt, evident by how he asks Inigo "do you think I'm useful?". But when you kill your third dragon with him, he makes an off handed comment and calls your team "team Lucien". so he definitely has a fully fed ego from his very loving parents who gave him EVERYTHING. It's not like he ever asked his parents for dating advice, though. He never thought he'd need it!

So here he is, fumbling and turning bright red as he tries to convey his feelings.

"Well... you see, what I wanted to talk to you about was, I think I'm... No, I know I'm- would that even be the right word? I do really like you but can I even call it that? i-"

and he goes on and on. Can he say it? can he just say he's in love? isn't that a strong word?the poor guy is losing it.

I'ma just kiss him to shut him up fr fr

anyways.

He's totally a little spoon. He's barely even toned. Skinny and short, he needs to be protected and kept warm! Skyrim is a harsh land, very cold! He over thinks romantic gestures though. and affection.

He wants to hold your hand but "oooh is that okay? should he ask or would that be weird? but you're so stunning illuminated by the campfire... maybe he wants to kiss you instead - NO too much!" It gets him blushing just thinking about making a move like that!!!!

Oftentimes he will ask and need to be reassured he's doing the right thing by asking, or told he doesn't have to ask. depending on personal preference, ofc.

He's a darling angel. Don't worry, he gains confidence overtime! He can kiss you on the cheek and not feel like he's gonna explode! he still gets embarrassed, especially if you tease him over it.

"Aawww, still in love with me, Flavius?"

"Oh gods, not this again..."

You could never annoy him, even if his tone says otherwise. He gets frustrated being teased, but that's just overcooked embarrassment if you think abt it.

Loves pda but would never admit it... he feels comforted by it, just as long as it's not too much.

Hold his hand or wrap your arm around his waist. Bonus points if you do this while in windhelm. hates that fucking city, but LOVES showing u off to the Nords... look he's dating the fucking last dragonborn and ur not... who's the milk drinker now huh bitch???

Lucien loves to just relax after a long day. Reading to you is his favorite. He'll even try to cook dinner for the both of you if you're too tired after a whole days worth of preventing dragons from singing his ass.

As you fall asleep, head resting on his lap as he reads to you, Lucien will silently stroke your face and close his book.

And just… sit there. Admiring you. How did he ever get so lucky? You've saved him more time than he could count… He hopes his love is enough to repay you for that.

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wrote this on discord in midst of a ramble lol. Y'all deserve it tho

[mrsmarinara]

Sunny’s Fall Prompts

Hockey and Football are back and I’m just itching to start writing again.

Rules; The person you send in has to be on my list of who I write for. Please send in the number prompt with the quote and the person you’re requesting for. 😊

1. "Nah. You're a big softie."

2. "Is this really happening all over again?"

3. "is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

4. “My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”

5. “You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public” 

6. “Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.” 

7. “You got frosting on your face”

8. “We were never meant to be.”

9. “Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

10. “Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”

11. “Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”

12. “it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”

13. “don’t you dare say a word about my tan lines.”

14. "It feels like I've known you forever"

15. “why aren’t you checking me out?” “do you want me to check you out?” “yes. obviously”

16. “we knew this was just for two weeks right? there’s nothing we can do now except cherish the memories” “that’s so cheesy” “heard it the moment i said it”

17.  “i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.” 

18. “Santa isn’t real.” “You take that back right now or I’m breaking up with you!”

19. “I would like you to stay.”

20. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I."
"..Fucking pardon?"

21. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."

22. " My mum asked about you again. "

23. "Stop pushing everyone away."

24. "you can't be bitter now, this was your decision."

25. "Did you break into my house??" "You refused to put up any Christmas (or any holiday) decorations! What choice did I have?"

26. “No more holiday movies. Please.”

27. "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."

28. "You're pretty, I'll give you that."

29. "Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you."

30. “I don’t know what I would do without you and I really don’t want to find that out.”

31. “Why are you lying?”

32. "I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

33. "Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

34. "So, I asked around and everyone thinks I'm a great catch and would be perfect for you." “Who did you ask?”

35. "What do you want me to do now? Give you a pat on the back? Feed you a treat, give you a belly rub and call you a good boy?"

36. "I'm really disappointed in you."

37. "Don't you realize that I'm trying to ignore you?" “I do, but I don’t like it.”

38. "Silly me to assume you would care."

39. "I'm sitting front row. I always do."

40. "Let's not worry about the future. Let's just take this one kiss at a time."

41. "It was just a kiss." "I know. But does it have to be just that?"

42. “Is that a ring box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

43. A teaches B how to ice skate

44. Going sledding

45. Baking together

46. “You’re so unlike the person I fell in love with at first. Who… Who are you?”

47. "S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "You just can't cook."

48. “It’s finally pumpkin spice latte season!”

49. “If you get scared, don’t come crying to me.”

50. “You look about as miserable as I feel”

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed (Vinny x Garmadon) part 38

(I suggest you check out parts 1-37 if you haven't already)

"There is nothing wrong with me at all! No one or thing is causing me to act like this!" Vinny responded as tears welled in his eyes. "Then what is?! You're the one that told me to open up about things, why don't you do it!?" The oni responded desperate for an answer.

"Not everyone opens up as easy as that not everyone really has a problem this is just how they are sometimes!" Vinny exclaimed, "Just because I don't tell you every single detail in my life doesn't mean anything has happened!" he added, Garmadon tensed up hearing that.

"I'm just worried about you, you were in the bathroom for a whole hour doing who knows what! Can you really blame me for worrying and thinking that you done this to yourself!" The oni yelled back. "I don't want hi-" Vinny was going to mention something Enji said but instantly stopped himself. "What are you so afraid of, why won't you tell me?!" Garmadon responded out.

"Stop with the questions...." Vinny said knowing very well if he said anything else he was gonna out himself about Enji. "Why should I?! I'm just worried for you and your health! Tell me, is this my fault!? Did I make you do this to yourself?!" The oni yelled out still presuming Vinny hurt himself.

"Maybe you did!" Vinny shouted out in reply, he had tears streaming down his face, the cameraman realised what he said and instantly covered his mouth with his hand. Garmadon tensed hearing that, "Oh great here I am back at square fucking one! So tell me how long have I made you feel so fucking miserable!?" The oni yelled out holding back tears at that point. "G-Garm that's n-not what I-"Vinny was cut off by Garmadon, "Well clearly I have some part to partake in your misery!" The oni replied.

"You're acting like I don't want to tell you! You're the first person I wanted to tell, but I can't because he'll hurt you!" Vinny angrily responded, he didn't think about what he said he just said it unaware he may have outed himself of a certain dickheads' existence aka Enji. "What do you mean? Who are you talking about?" Garmadon responded as his voice quieted down and became more worrying.

"No one, just drop it" Vinny instantly replied realising he may have outed himself. "Is someone hurting you?! Are they threatening you?!" The oni asked again, causing the cameraman to tense up, "That's not what I meant...." Vinny responded as he began thinking of a lie. "Yes it is! You clearly are hiding more than that from me because someone wants to hurt me!" Garmadon said.

"Maybe I am keeping secrets! But it has nothing to do with you other than you being threatened!" Vinny shouted angrily, he wasn't in a mood today running on 2 hours of sleep and having a dickhead torment him aka Enji was hell. "Who is even doing this to you!? You were perfectly fine before we came here!" The oni replied.

"I don't know! This guy comes ou-" Vinny was going to say something but he looked at Garmadon, Enji was standing behind him with a finger on his lips. The cameraman instantly shut up, "I...I just need some space..." Vinny said as he looked away, was Enji just everywhere was here there all the time and he didn't know. Garmadon looked like he was going to say something, but stopped himself and paused for a moment. "Fine....if you start getting any worse, don't expect me to ask...talk to me when you're ready....I'm sure my brother can get me another room if you wnat to be alone so badly...." Garmadon simply replied.

"W-Wait what? T-that's not w-what I-" Vinny looked back to where Garmadon was standing and didn't see him there he just left and closed the door. The cameraman tensed, "Way to fucking go! Here I am pushing away the only fucking sense of sanity!" Vinny exclaimed out before laughing out hysterically. "I'm so fucking dumb!" He added as he rested his head on the wall.

"Looking a little rough there buddy~!" Enji called out as he emerged from the dresser mirror.

(NAHHHH WE GOT THE ANGSTY ERA)

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I’m having a thought! So we all want to see Antoni smut cause we’re thirsty, but of course respectfully understand that he is Ace. But Artyom ….👀 OR Antoni remembers those things…. Endless possibilities there Ash

CW: At first NSFW for like... Four paragraphs, some initial consensual spice, more or less whumper POV in a way, death threats/murder, creepy whumper

Antoni allows no direct smut, Anon. This is as close as he will let me get.

-

Sweat trickles down the back of Artyom's neck, and his breath is hot and damp against hers. Her little cries are right against his ear, high-pitched. Her fingernails drag down his back, a little further with each rock of his hips.

He couldn't begin to describe how this feels. Hot, tight, wet - all the usual words come to mind but none of them are good enough.

Carly Riggs digs her nails so deep into his back he's sure he'll find blood later, whispering oh god oh god oh god as she comes. The way she goes tighter than ever around him, the prickle of pain near his shoulder blades, even just the way her voice sounds all overwhelms him and he follows her, eyes tightly closed as pleasure takes him.

The leather of her car's backseat sticks to his arms, his head nearly knocking into the door, but finally they slow and then stop, both of them breathing hard.

"Eto bylo khorosho," He groans. "Tak khorosho, tak korosho..."

Carly reaches one hand up to wipe the back of her hand across her forehead, smiling at him. It's a dopey expression, sweet and sated. He likes that look on her. "What?"

"Sorry. I mean... Very good. It was good." His accent is rougher just after sex, voice slightly breathless and rasping. He pulls back reluctantly, dropping a hand to dig around for his boxers and jeans. "We should do again sometime, see if I can be even better."

"Better than tonight?" Carly laughs, pushing herself up to seated, wriggle her jeans back up over her hips. "I might die."

"Only in little ways." He winks at her before pulling his shirt back on. "This is the idea, right?"

"Oh my god. Artyom, you are the weirdest." She's still grinning as he offers her a hand to scoot along the seat and finally stand. The breeze outside the car cools and dries the sweat on them both. Her hair is a rat's nest of tangles in the back, and they're both flushed and have a sheen of sweat. Not entirely subtle. "Are you sure you don't want to come to the party with me?"

"I am sure." He smiles, leaning back against the side of her car. She eases the door shut and follows suit, their elbows nearly touching. She yanks her tank top back down.

"Whenever somebody gets you to agree to a date, I bet you'll be an amazing boyfriend," Carly says, teasing and not-teasing.

"Maybe." He has no intention of dating anyone. Ever. But he doesn't say that to her. "Be safe at the party, eh?"

"Of course." She leans over to bump affectionately against him, as close as he allows to a goodnight kiss. "I'll see you at work on Tuesday, right? We both open that day."

"Da. You will see me then. Now I need to go inside. Keep off your lights until you are gone from my neighborhood, please."

"Just tell your mom to fuck off." Carly sighs, finger-combing her hair as best she can. "You're a fucking adult. Do what you want."

"Mmmn. Easier to say than to do."

It isn't his mother he is worried about getting a good look at Carly Riggs.

But he just gives her a hug, her perfume and the scent of them together a heady mix in the air, and opens her front door for her to settle inside and drive away, easing slowly down the road to make as little noise as she can.

His key in the lock makes only the slightest sound, and he oiled the hinges so the door never so much as squeaks. The house is dark and silent, the TV for once is off. He moves with perfect knowledge of every obstacle between him and his bedroom - avoiding the box of clothes for donating that has been sitting for three months now, his mother's little dog's pile of toys, even a kitchen chair out of place.

The vodka in the freezer pours easily into a shot glass, and he knocks it back to feel it freeze and burn, tasteless, down his throat.

Two more shots and the warmth spreads further than the cold, so he adds a little water to cover what he stole and puts it back, turning the bottle so the label is exactly the way it was when he came in..

He has long experience at this. His father will never know, never guess. The better for his health if his vodka turns more and more to simple water, anyway.

He showers, washing Carly off him as well as the smells of his job. When he checks the mirror after drying off and pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants, he sees - yes, scratches, with bright red spots where blood welled up, from just below his shoulder blades down nearly to his waist.

He smirks at the sight, but then realizes the bathroom door is open. His smile fades as his eyes raise.

Reflected in the mirror, Misha stares at him, expression somehow both empty and avid.

"... The bathroom is taken," He says, after a breath. His younger brother, head tipped against the doorframe and mop of hair falling over his eyes, smiles. It's thin, and it doesn't reach his eyes.

None of Misha's expressions ever reach his eyes.

"Got mauled by a tiger at work tonight?" Misha's voice is light. He makes a little claw gesture with one hand, fingers bent. "Rrrrow."

"Misha-"

"Which girl was it? The cute brown-haired one?"

Artyom turns away. "None of your business. Go back to bed." He wets a toothbrush and gets toothpaste, hoping to stave off the conversation long enough for Misha to lose interest.

At first, he thinks he might have succeeded. Misha disappears from the doorway, and Artyom makes his way to his bedroom in the dark. His father's snores are deafening, down the hall. His mother will be sleeping in the guest room, and even if she snores, too, it would be impossible to hear it over his father.

He pads barefoot over the hardwood floor until he heads into his room, letting the door close behind him and collapsing onto his twin-sized bed with his feet hanging off the end. He can hear Misha's television in his room going through their shared wall, low murmuring voices.

There's a beat of silence. Artyom takes a deep breath, holds it for a beat, slowly exhales. Outside, the breeze shivers the leaves into a soft rustle. His clock reads past midnight, but if both his parents are asleep already, they won't know to bother him about it.

Not that anyone ever minds when Misha misses curfew, but if Tyoma is late, oh, let hell rain down...

He groans and rolls onto his side, pulling the covers up. He can feel bitter tomorrow. Besides

"The blonde, then?"

Artyom shoots upright with his heart in his throat, eyes briefly wide. "Chto za khren', Misha!"

His brother is a shadow in the corner, leaning against the wall with his hands in his jeans pockets, shoulders hunched.

Smiling.

In the dark, he has only even deeper shadows for eyes.

"Tell me which girl it was, Tyoma."

"I... Why?" His heart pounds, and he scoots until his back hits the wall, watching as Misha pushes lazily away from the wall and takes the two or three strides he needs to drop into the computer chair Artyom keeps next to his desk. No computer, but maybe one day. If he can save up.

"Because I want to know, dumbass." Misha laughs, leaning over. There has always been something strange about his laugh. "I want to know who's out there stealing my brother's heart."

"No one is." It's an honest answer. "Not sure I even have one to steal, Mishka." Less honest. But his voice is still too airy, and he can tell Misha enjoys the idea that he has frightened him. "It's just... friends with benefits. Da?"

"Is it?" Misha scoots the chair closer, clicking over the boards on the floor. Artyom feels strangely trapped, even though he could push Misha back and run. But he doesn't. His brother won't hurt him.

Not yet.

"It is." He drops his voice even further. "I promise, Mishka. There is no one outside the family. No one."

"No one but me." Misha is inches from him, his knees touching the side of Artyom's bed. Now light from outside, dimly white, glimmers over his dark eyes. "Right? Right, Tyoma? Family first."

"Right." Tyoma meets his gaze. Misha's eyes are like dead things, empty marbles in a moving face. "Family first. No one is more important than family."

"Right. And I'm your family. Me. So you can't run off to screw people if it means not taking care of me, right? If you get some girlfriend-"

"I don't even want one." Artyom cuts him off. Misha leans even closer, somehow. And there's a glint, a sheen of moonlight off metal. His little brother is holding a knife. "Carly and I are just friends who, who fool around sometimes."

"Carly, then." Misha's smile widens, like a skull's rictus grin. "The blonde. I figured."

Artyom winces, internally. But all he does is swallow the lump in his throat and nod. "Da, Mishka. She has a boyfriend at college. This is just for fun."

"Khoroshiy, Tyoma."

The silence draws out, and then Misha moves in almost a lunge forward and upright. Artyom flinches back, but Misha only ruffles his hair, giggling like he used to do when they were kids and he would push other children down the slide before they were ready.

"Relax. You are my family, too, Tyoma." He pats the side of Artyom's face. The knife in his other hand disappears back into a pocket, closed up into harmlessness again. "Family first."

"Family first," Artyom whispers.

Misha turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Artyom doesn't fall asleep until it's nearly dawn.

A week later, Misha calls him for help, and he spends the night digging a grave in the woods, just deep enough to cover two bodies with pine needles and fallen leaves without it being obvious. It takes hours, and his arms burn, muscles screaming for him to stop. He ignores the pain.

Misha helps, which he doesn't usually do. He digs, too, his eyes locked on Artyom's face. The dead bodies mean nothing, now. They've served their purpose.

"They're both pretty," Misha says idly. "Good luck I found them, huh?"

Artyom grunts.

"Hey. Tyoma." Misha snaps his fingers and Artyom looks up. Misha is only a couple feet away. He has the same look on his face as he had in Artyom's room the other night.

"Don't see her again outside of work, Tyoma. Don't. You don't need friends. You have me."

"... Mishka-"

"Don't 'Mishka' me. I said don't hang out with Carly Riggs anymore unless I'm with you. Okay?"

"... Yeah."

"Say you won't. Say it out loud. I can finish this myself, you know."

Artyom thinks of the knife Misha keeps, one he never uses on anyone else. He knows that knife is for him.

Artyom's heart pounds all over again, exertion and a dim terror beneath. "... I will not hang out with Carly without you."

"Good. Let's finish this up."

He goes back to digging, and Artyom follows suit, trying not to look too hard at the bodies.

A couple Misha saw in a bar and wanted to destroy. So he did. And now Artyom buries them for him, as always. Because his mother's heart would shatter if her youngest son was caught doing such evil things.

Because he knows what he must do to protect the brother who has been the center of his life since his birth. The brother who will one day, he thinks, be the center of his death, too.

He feels Misha's eyes on him like a brand as he dumps shovels of dirt over the open dark, slightly feline eyes and messy dark hair of the man. The tangled blonde hair and bright blue eyes of the woman. She has a t-shirt on from the restaurant where Artyom's been working.

It isn't a coincidence. It's a message, and Artyom understands.

Family first.

Or else.