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reallife6anoufriev6boy6 · 2 days ago

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artkita fluffy smut fic

includes artyom actually being nice for once, handjobs, lots of kissing, finger sucking, etc.

note: i didnt get to read it all the way through and i had to rush it a little bit im sorry.. i hope you enjoy anyway!

“tyoma, tyoma,” nikita whined as artyom pressed himself to him, grinding against him in a hurried, desperate manner “please, please.”

artyom groaned, his erection straining against his jeans and making the perfect tent. he was beyond hard at this point all because of his friend. he never liked to admit it out loud, but he always got him going.

“what, kitja? please what?” he asked, voice rough from the pleasure he was receiving.

“touch me, please,” he responds back breathlessly, eyes fluttering as he bucked his hips up “i want to feel you, tyoma, please.”

he sounded so pathetic when begged like that, but it made artyoms cock twitch in his pants.

“touch you how?” of course though, he always had to ask further. he wants to hear it all from him, know everything he has to say.

nikita opens his mouth to speak, but lets out a moan instead. the incessant grinding and dry humping from the other was making it hard for him to talk at all.

“i want - your fingers in my mouth,” he speaks between breaths and whines “and i want your - your hand on my dick, please.” it was so sweet to hear him say it out loud. he already knew thats what he wanted, but it was better to hear him say it.

artyom pauses his movements “yeah, alright.” he decides to do it, figuring it wouldnt be an awful idea. his hand snakes between the two of them, unbuckling both of their belts before unzipping their jeans.

he pulls nikitas pants and boxers down a little, unsurprised to see his cock fully erect and waiting. it was flushed pink and dripping precum from the tip. the look on his face matched too - his bangs were sticking to his sweaty forehead and his pale cheeks were flushed the same pink. it was adorable.

“youre so hard for me, kitja,” he teased with a grin, pulling his own cock out of his boxers “do you want it that bad?”

his own dick was equally as hard, the tip sticky with precum too. it had smeared on his boxers, so his erection was already covered in it.

nikita stared at him, swallowing hard “yeah, yeah, please,” it was something he had seen plenty of times before, but it wasn’t any less amazing to see each time “youre so - so beautiful, tyoma.”

artyom chuckled softly, leaning in and placing a kiss to the other boys lips. nikita accepted it eagerly and gladly reciprocated. his lips are so soft against nikitas chapped ones that it goes together so well. he parts them, letting the blonde stick his tongue in, which he does.

they stay together like that for a moment, nikitas hand coming up to artyoms neck and resting there - fingers intertwined with his long hair.

they pull away soon enough though, their lips covered in spit. it was gross, really, but they loved it.

he offers him his hand “spit, kitja,” he instructs “be good and spit on my hand.” normally he wouldnt like such disgusting acts, but he would tolerate it this time.

nikita spits on his hand without hesitation, looking at him for praise and validation after the fact. he looked like a little puppy dog.

“good boy, so good.” he purred, reaching his hand down. he takes bother of their cocks in his hand, holding them together. his breath hitched and the other whimpered.

he slowly pulls his hand up and then back down to the bases. it felt better like this, to feel him twitch against him every time he moved his hand in the way he liked.

however, theres something else he wants.

“i know you want something else.” he prompts him to ask for it.

“your fingers. i want your fingers in my mouth.” he replies back, voice shaky.

“why, sweetheart?” he says the petname just to tease him and it does, earning a groan from him.

“i want to… to feel like im sucking your dick.” he says it even quieter then before, clearly embarrassed.

“why dont you just suck it then?” its a fair question, but he already knows the answer.

“because i want to stay like this,” his tone of voice sounds a little more needy, getting antsy for him to do as he asked “please, tyoma.”

artyom would typically deny nikita of what he wanted, outright refuse and tell him to suck it up, but he was feeling kind tonight. he had already treated him with sweetness, so why stop now? he definitely could, but then he wouldnt get what he wanted either.

he offers him two of his fingers without another word, nikita happily takes them in his mouth. it was wet and warm, his tongue felt good against the calloused pads of his fingers.

he runs his tongue along the two given to him, licking the underside and tips of each of them. he had sucked his dick plenty of times to know just how he liked it - he wanted to show him that he knew, hoping hes take notice, and he did.

of course he took notice. he notices everything. it makes his breath hitch and he presses his fingers against his tongue “good job, nikita.” he says his name in the way he likes, listening to him whine and buck up his hips.

he continues to stroke both of their cocks as well with his other hand, going from base to tip. nikita was much more sensitive then him so getting to watch and feel every little twitch and jump was amazing. it added onto how it felt for him too.

itd be a lie if artyom said nikita didnt look beautiful like this. the way he fluttered his eyelashes and whined whenever anything felt particularly good - being so unashamed to buck his hips up into his hand and suck on his fingers like a whore. it was beautiful in its own way and he was enjoying every second of it.

it wasnt often he enjoyed anything like this, but he would let himself have just this one thing. he was never really attracted to his friend, but in times like this he couldnt help it.

nikita starts to really suck on his fingers now, moving his head back and forth as well like he really was sucking on his dick. it makes the blonde groan, quickening the pace of his other hand.

he whimpered, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his fingers out of his mouth. they were wet and slick with spit, just as he intended. he keeps them right over his lips, placing kisses to them. he really could be so perfect when he cooperated.

he stares right as him as he continued to kiss them. the spit was all over his lips and dripping down his chin, again, just like he had really been sucking his dick.

“youre so good for me,” artyom huffed, twisting his wrist “youre perfect.” it wasnt a compliment he ever gave to him. he would always insult him instead.

his eyes got big for a moment like a cat “really?”he sounds pathetic when he asks, but he seems so happy to hear him say it.

“yeah, so perfect. all for me, no one else.” nikita moaned at that thought, more then happy to only belong to his friend. he wouldnt have it any other way.

“all yours, tyoma. im all yours.” he replies, more precum beading at the tip of his cock. it just went to show how much he liked this.

“yeah? you wouldnt ever let anyone else do this to you?” the notion had an impact on him too. he wouldnt say that, but it was obvious it did.

he shook his head “no - no, i wouldnt. only you. i only want you.” it was the complete and honest truth, there was no one else on this shitty planet that he could want.

artyom groaned, his own erection twitching against the others. there was an odd satisfaction that came with knowing he basically owned nikita. he could make him do whatever he wanted, but he would exercise that power at a later date.

for now, he wanted to finish and watch him do it too, which wouldnt be much longer based on the way his body kept tensing up and ghen relaxing.

“are you gonna finish?” he decided to ask, knowing it would embarrass him.

“yeah, yeah.” he answered, humiliated. he was always quick to cum when he acted so kind and sweet to him. normally it would get him made fun of, but this time it doesnt.

instead, he smiled and pulled his hand away from his mouth, catching his lips in a kiss. for once he didnt care about how gross all the spit on his mouth was and just enjoyed it.

nikita lets go of his wrist and his hair, wrapping his arms over his neck and shoulders. artyom cupped his face using his spit covered hand. it was so disgusting, but it fit them so well.

both of them were pretty close to say the least, but especially nikita. he was starting to become even more of a mess - gripping onto the back of his shirt and constantly bucking his hips up. he wanted it so bad and artyom, for once, wasnt going to deprive him.

he pulls away from the kiss just for a moment, placing his forehead to his while he panted.

“i know you want to,” his own voice was needy, a deep growl in his chest “do it, cum for me, kitja.” it was so possessive and attractive with the way he said it - quiet and low like it was just for him to hear.

thats all it takes for him. he lets out a small cry, moaning his name as he finished all over his hand - painting it in white. it wasnt long until artyom was cumming right alongside him.

it was a grotesque display of their natural behaviors, but neither of them cared. not when it felt so good.

neither of them dare to speak as they start coming down from their respective highs. it was like they didnt want to ruin the moment, not wanting to shatter the small amount of peace they had.

however, it is broken eventually. nikitas voice cuts through the silence.

“thank you,” hes breathless, not having fully recovered “i love you, artyom.” it was a risky thing to say. he never got anything good out of saying it, violence was the only thing ever returned to him, but this wasnt an opportunity he wanted to miss.

artyom isnt sure how to respond though. he was never one for the intimacy and romance of sexual situations. he never knew how to handle it.

he remains silent as he lets go of themselves, his hand sticky and wet with semen from each of them.

he pulls his head back a little to look at him, seeing the expectant look on his face. he was desperate for him to say it too.

“i love you too, nikita.”

it might be one of the first times hes ever said that. the way nikita smiles in return is absolutely priceless, pulling him back into another wet, warm, and sloppy kiss.

the night truly couldnt get better then this.

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reallife6anoufriev6boy6 · 21 days ago

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artkita necro fic (artyoms version)

includes necrophilia, noncon, predator and prey, extremely mild cannibalism, murder.

note: happy new years everyone! i hope you enjoy this fanfic - it might suck as i started crying halfway through and rushed to finish it. oh well! i tried.

i go hungry every night

not this time around,

not this time around!

im gonna eat you

youre my desire!

im gonna sharpen up my teeth

and build a fire!

artyom stands over nikita, looming over him like some kind of animal.

nikita was laid out in the snow, half his hoodie pulled up with his pants unzipped and blood running down his face accompanied with tears.

it was a pathetic sight. he was pathetic, he was a prey animal in a world full of predators who would eat him alive.

artyom would do just that.

“tyoma, tyoma,” it comes out in sobs, mumbling his nickname “please.” he was disoriented and he barely had a clue what he was saying.

artyom knew though. he was begging him for mercy - to stop playing this game and to just take him home, back to his apartment and take care of him. to wipe the blood off his face and strip him of his soaking wet clothes.

it wasnt a game this time though. most of the time it wasnt, but artyom would get bored. this time though, everything was set in motion.

artyom had brought nikita out here, told him to run and see if he could get away from him, but clearly he couldnt. he would never be able to.

how everything got like this though was a different story. he managed to catch him, of course, shoving him into the snow face first which made his nose bleed. he had tried to take care of his pants, but nikita caught him off guard and he was able to get away.

it wasnt one of his proudest moments, but at least he had him on the ground again.

really, it was nikitas own unmaking. he wasnt careful and had tripped, unable to get up again because he had twisted his ankle in a weird way. just looking at it artyom could tell that it was broken. how he managed to do that? he didnt know.

artyom gets down and kneels over him, watching him shake his head and let out another couple frame wracking sobs.

“tyoma, please,” he begs, but it goes unheard.

“youre fine, nikita.” is all he bothers to reply with, hand coming down to unbuckle and unzip his own pants.

he then grabs nikitas pants, yanking them down along with his boxers. he whimpers once the cold air hits him, squirming in place, wanting to get away from all of this.

it only served to spur the blonde on more, pulling out his cock and running his hand over the length. he lets out a sigh, using his free hand to push nikitas legs apart.

theres a whine of protest, trying to kick his legs and pull them back together, but its no use. artyom settles himself in between them, lining up to him.

“no, no,” he cries, trying to sit up and grab onto artyoms arm “you didnt - you didnt say…” he hadnt told him this was his plan. he wasnt going to tell him, it was more fun if he didnt.

“shut up, nikita,” he hissed, shoving him back down to the ground “just stay still.”

artyom doesnt want to deal with nikitas restlessness, so he shoves right into him with a groan. he struggles to make it work, the other being so tight, but it eventually works out.

it pulls a cry from the boy on the ground, trying to turn his body away but it only made it worse for him.

artyom was sure he mustve had a concussion or something. he wouldve been able to fight a lot better then this in his normal state.

he likes it better this way though. he doesnt have to deal with him complaining or anything - hes just prey on the ground for him to eat.

artyom pulls out, pushing back in with an uncomfortable slide. he tries to get a pace started, a rhythm, but its difficult with how dry and tight he was. he manages to get somewhere, going painfully slow.

it was more so for himself then it was for his friend. he didnt want to tire himself out in the process of doing this, that would just be dumb on his part. it would hurt a whole hell of a lot too if he went any faster.

although, his own precum seems to make quick work of the inconvenience. it acts as lube and makes the slide a little easier, pushing and pulling a little quicker, the sound of skin on skin was all to be heard besides nikitas cries.

it was truly beautiful in its own sick, disgusting way. artyom was enjoying himself too much and he had barely started.

this was how it was always meant to be. nikita under him like a rabbit while he tore him apart like a wolf over top.

however, his crying was starting to get on his nerves. he figures now is a better time then any to enact his second half of the plan.

he was wearing one of his own bigger coats today, one that had pockets big enough to hold a hammer.

he reaches into it, pulling it out and holding it up.

“kitja, kitja look at me.” he huffed, seeing as the boys head turned. the sight made his breath hitch - he had blood smeared across his face and there were tears rolling off his cheeks, his eyes were glassy and unfocused.

“do you see it, kitja?”

“tyoma…”

“tell me you see it.”

he waves the hammer in the air, a dark grin plastered over his face. its like nikita knew what he was going to do because he sobbed harder, begging.

“no, no, tyoma, tyoma,” he sounded pathetic, so sheepish and desperate for his wasted life to be spared “please, no, no,” it was a string of pleas and begs, none of which went answered in the way he wouldve liked.

“why not? give me a good reason.”

he just shook his head, far too dizzy and confused to give him a proper answer.

“dont make me do it.”

“tyo - ma,” he says it drawn out, breathing quickening like he were having a panic attack “tyoma…”

artyom shakes his head, chuckling. it was unfair, he shouldve given him a fair fight, but when was he ever? he didnt think nikita deserved that.

a second later, artyoms swinging the hammer and bringing it down to nikitas head. it makes a sickening thud, followed by a scream.

it was a bad hit, it didnt do the job on its own.

he pulls it back again, smacking the head back down, again and again and again, listening to the crack of his skull and the wet sound of brain matter. he stops once theres no more sobbing, no more screams, no more begs, nothing.

artyom pulls the hammer back and looks at his work. its even more gorgeous then he couldve imagined. nikita was ugly, but like this he was finally beautiful.

his head was a mangled, ruined mess. it would make any sane person puke at the sight, but it only made artyom want to violate him more.

he lifts the hammer to his mouth and licks the head of it, enjoying the metallic taste of blood and the chunks of matter that stuck to it. it was disgusting, but it was everything.

he dropped the hammer back into the snow, instead holding onto nikitas hips and finally driving into him, fucking him as hard and fast as he wanted.

it was still a little difficult with how tight it was, but his precum had completely coated his dick and made the work ten times easier.

he was even more turned on by the fact that he was dead. he was no longer alive to experience any of this - he would never get to feel it again.

his last moments on this planet were of misery and pain. he could only imagine the pounding in his head and the ache in his nose - the sharp pain in his stomach and back while he fucked him. it was everything artyom couldve wanted.

nikitas life was a waste. he had wasted it on artyom and now artyom had taken it from him, it was only fitting.

he bites down on his lip as he thrusts in particular hard, letting out a muffled groan. it shouldnt have been this attractive to him, but it was. he was a sick man and he would always be that way. he had accepted that a long time ago.

because of this, it *really* didnt take long until he was spilling inside of nikita, hissing through his teeth as he finished.

it was pathetically quick. he was sure if he had done this when nikita was alive he wouldve died himself from the embarrassment, but like this he didnt have a reason to care.

nikita just felt too good like this. it suited him so well. maybe if he had kept his mouth shut and laid still, limp like he was dead, then he wouldnt have actually died. although, artyom still mightve killed him anyway.

artyom slows to a stop and catches his breath, taking his time. a thought runs through his head, a nasty one, but he decides to indulge.

he reached a hand up, sticking it into the mess that was once his friends head. it was still warm, but was significantly colder now because of the snow and air around them. the brain matter was smooth and soft, having a gel like consistency.

he never really played around in his victims heads like this, but this was a special occasion.

he pulls his hand away, inspecting it.

the blood coats his hand like a glove, thick and clinging to his skin - finding its way into the cracks and crevices of his palm and fingers. there were bits of matter that had stuck too.

it shimmered under the setting sun up above, looking just like red paint. it was enticing to say the least.

he lifts his hand to his mouth, dragging his tongue across his palm and fingers, licking up all the blood and matter. it had the same taste as it did on the hammer and the bits of brain were soft and buttery in his mouth.

he never thought hed be the type to eat someones brains, but this was good. it was mildly pleasant and he enjoyed it more then he thought he wouldve.

he doesnt go for seconds though, instead pulling out and stuffing his dick back into his pants. he buckles his belt, zips his jeans, and then is getting up off the ground.

artyom stands over the body of his friend, back to the original position he had just been in about thirty minutes prior. he stares down at him, feeling satisfied, like a wolf who was full.

he didnt feel bad, he felt no pity or sadness. there was nothing to be sad about, nikita had done this to himself.

thats how he would see it. it would always be nikitas fault no matter what. if he ever got caught thats how he would explain it, if not then thats how he would think of it.

he was sure his mother would ask of him. he would tell her he didnt know - that maybe he did something stupid and ran away. he didnt think he would be found anytime soon anyway, they were deep in the woods and far away from where anyone would normally go. his grin softens into a smile, proud. he had really outdone himself.

in life nikita never got any peace, and now in death he wouldnt either. he would always be remembered as artyoms bitch.

he would have no name other then that. no meaning, no significance, just artyoms bitch. only people who deserved names got to keep theirs, nikita didnt deserve it.

he did nothing to earn it and now he would never get the chance to.

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