#goldfinch x reader

[reareaotaku]

Mean! Boris Pavlikovsky Headcanons

Taglist: @fxchild

If there was one thing Boris was good at, it was being mean

He didn't always do it on purpose, but it was a way to keep people out. He was scared if people got over his walls and saw him for how he truly was

But he also did it as a way to flirt, so there was no winning with him

You never knew how he truly felt about you

He's also bipolar. One minute you think he likes you and the next he's calling you a 'Fucking Bitch'

Calls you degrading names and thinks it's funny when you get mad

He just wants to see how far he can go with you

He kind of likes when you cry. It does something to him

Something about tears streaming down your face as you stare up at him

Makes him want to tease you more

He's not physically aggressive with you, but at least then it would prove that he's hurting you

Words are just words and people tell you to get over it

Laughs and calls you a cry baby

"Oh, stop being a baby. It was just a joke."

"You're such a jerk."

"Aww, boo hoo. Want me to call you a wambulance?"

He's so mean. Hell even Theo thinks Boris is meaner than usual to you

[finniebae]

Yandere! Boris Pavlikovsky Headcanons

TW: Suicidal Thoughts/Actions/Threats

You have your hands full with him

He speaks to you in a strange language that you don't quite understand

Actually- he speaks to you in multiple languages; None of which you can understand

He likes when you get frustrated

"Why can't you just speak in English?"

"What's the fun in that, doll?"

He usually speaks in another language when he either doesn't want you to understand what he's saying or when he's being vulnerable, but is also scared of you judging him, so he speaks in his native tongue. Vulnerable= Native tongue/ Wants to annoy you= Polish

You start to learn some of his words, especially the ones he uses frequently

You decide to try and at least learn native language and maybe later Polish

Imagine his surprise when you respond back to him in his language

He was taken by surprise and flustered

But then he was angry, because how long have you been able to understand him? He feels like you've made a fool out of him

You have to reassure him that was never your intention

He was still mad, but then there's a slight part of him that finds it kind of hot when you speak in Russian- Though with your American accent, it isn't perfect, but still kind of hot

He'll begin to innate conversation in Russian just to hear you speak it

^ Gets upset when you respond in English

Teaches you Russian Nursey Rhymes/Stories/and songs, just so you can repeat them to him

He doesn't have many women in his life, especially ones that care about him/look out for his better interest, so when he does something bad and you reprimand him ["You could have gotten hurt! What were you thinking??"], he's confused. You care about him? The thought never occurred to him that someone would actually care about him

He holds you extremely close to his heart

You are the only person who could hurt him and the thought scares him. You mean so much to him and he's afraid of you finding someone better

Will threaten to off himself if you ever leave. He knows it's evil, but he can't lose you. He needs you. He loves you

[ifangirlalot]

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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[notyourmundanelovestory]

⠀ꔫ⠀STAY⠀ꔫ

Pairing: Boris Pavilkovsky x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None ig Synopsis: "Stay " "For how long?" "Is forever too long? " "Seems too short "

"Darling, I think I should go home" Boris told you, although his words betrayed his action as his arms tightened around your waist. You hummed in protest, snuggling closer to his chest, the slight smell of cigarettes invading your sense. He didn't smoke as much anymore. At least, not when he's with you. You were like his other drug. But stronger and you lasted longer. "No...." you protest, clinging to his arm to make sure he doesn't get up. Not that he would. Boris smiled fondly, looking down at you with vibrant eyes. His eyes has never felt as alive as it did when he was with you. Portraying a foreign kind of affection and devotion no one has ever seen. He kissed your forehead, feeling your warmth through his lips and he was intoxicated by the way you felt against him. You, in his arms, your body pressed against his. It felt like a miracle to be able to hold his entire world between his two arms. "You want me to stay?" His voice was low, calm, almost like a whisper against your temples. Your scent filled his senses, your hair tickling his face slightly while you nodded your head. "Yes." You affirmed. Boris stared at you. Your eyes were still closed, laying peacefully against his chest. He hoped you could hear how his heart beats in a rhythm for you. It only started to beat because of you. For you. It only beat in a way that said your name, only in a way that calls out for you. His eyes remained at your form, silently begging you to look at him. And as if his thoughts were connected to yours, you looked up. With those light eyes that has his heart skip a beat every fucking time. He smiled a you because he can't help it. You looked so ethereal like that. When you were looking at him, like there was anything in him worth looking at, it made him fall just a little deeper in love with you. "For how long?"

He had things to do. His father could be home any moment and he knew he'd be pisses if he wasn't home by then. He had weeks of missing assignments (that he couldn't give less fucks about) to catch up to. Hell, he promised Theo to hang out together tonight. There was so much things he should do but he'd rather be here, with you tangled in his arms. "Is forever too long?" your eyes shine like nothing he's ever seen. He swears it looked like the sun. The fucking sun. How can someone's eyes look like the goddamn sun, for god's sake? But, it did. To Boris, your eyes were captivating. It felt like the warm rays of sun and he was the cold little boy, sitting alone in the bench on a September afternoon. It warms him up in ways he couldn't explain. Not in English. Not in Polish. Not even in his own language. Oh, the things he would do just to keep them on him. He'd pray to any god that exist that you wouldn't look at anyone else like that. "Seems too short" Eternity seemed too short. It didn't feel like it was enough time to become one with you. To feel every inch of your body till he memorised every curve and every crook, to find out what your favourite dishes are and make them for you, to listen to all the songs that felt like you, to watch every sunset together and tell you how you're more beautiful than them. With you, forever sounded so short. He wanted something everlasting. Something that would not end even if the world did. Even if you've turned into nothing but ashes blown away by the wind, he wanted something that felt like you. That felt like now. Your smile engraved themselves in his soul, well, it was only ever yours to take, " I love you" You sigh contently, going back to laying your head on his chest. Those three words coming out from your lips shaped the world for you. A world where you ruled over every inch of the kingdom and he was beside you, letting you turn the world into ashes against your fingertips while he stood there, just wondering how he got so lucky to have you. "I love you too, kochanie" And he went to sleep with all the words he would never be able to say to you. How tragically beautiful it was to love and to be loved.

[paradiseismine]

Love at first bite - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Pairing: Boris Pavlikovsky (The Goldfinch) x f!decker!reader

Warnings: very fluffy, just Boris (metaphorically) drooling over the reader. Sfw still 🎀

Summary: you’re Theo’s cousin, in Vegas for a few days to visit him and his dad. While you’re cooking at the Deckers house, Theo gets an interesting and very good looking visitor.

Love note from Nina: I know not many people like my Boris fics, but I recently finished reading The Goldfinch for the first time, so bear with me here. Hope you enjoy it 💕

You had gotten to the Deckers house earlier that morning - Theo had already left for school, but uncle Larry and Xandra picked you up at the airport before leaving for work. That meant you were alone in the house for a few hours, so you decided to do some cleaning and cooking to wait for everyone to come home.

At around 3 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, but surely wasn’t hoping to see such a tall, handsome dark haired boy in front of you.

“Hi! You’re Theo’s friend, uh… Boris, right?” you asked, trying to sweeten up your voice as much as you could and fixing your hair.

Theo didn’t have any friends in Vegas besides Boris, so of course you knew about him, but his accent seemed even cuter and more distinct in person as he spoke.

“Yes, that is me” he nodded, smiling softly. “And you’re…?”

“Y/n, I’m Theo’s cousin, nice to meet you” you answered, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, something very common in your part of the family. “I guess he should be coming home soon. Would you like some coffee? I just brewed it, it’s still pretty hot”

Boris nodded and you turned around to get back to the kitchen, not catching his silly smile as he gently touched his cheek where you had kissed him.

“Are you coming, dear?” you raised your voice slightly so he’d hear you from the door, as you were now in the kitchen.

Boris soon came along and sat on one of the kitchen chairs. You served him some of the cookies you had baked earlier, as well as a cup of coffee.

“You made these?” he asked, mouth full of cookies already. “So good”

“Yeah, just before you got here, actually” you chuckled, finding his reaction funny. “So Theo would have something to eat when he came back from school, you know… But I made way too many, so I’m glad you’re here to help us eat them”

“I’m glad too” Boris answered, happily chewing on the cookies and sipping the coffee you had made.

“I was also making him a cake, so I’ll have to finish that and put it in the oven” you said, turning around to resume your work.

“I couldn’t find the cooking spray anywhere to grease the cake pan, so we’re gonna have to do it the old fashioned way” you shrugged, opening the fridge and reaching for a stick of butter.

“Can I help?” Boris asked, sounding like a little boy wanting to help mommy in the kitchen.

“Of course” you chuckled. “Can you grease the cake pan for me?”

“Sure” he responded, his accent thickening as his body got closer to yours in front of the kitchen counter. “So I just spread the butter on the inside, everywhere?”

“Exactly, and then you put some flour on top and make sure the whole cake pan is covered with a thin layer of flour, ok?”

“I can do that” Boris nodded. He did as he was told, and soon, the cake pan was greased and the batter was nicely deposited on it.

Boris helped you open the oven, chuckling at your worries that he’d burn himself. As soon as the cake was put in the oven and you had set the timer, Theo opened the front door.

He walked around looking for Xandra - it was weird that she hadn’t been home yet. But he saw Boris and you, which was more than enough to get him concerned - he knew Boris couldn’t see a girl doing “old fashioned girly things” (like cooking) and leave her alone. That foreigner boy was a little too flirty for Theo’s liking, and he wanted none of that to happen to his cousin.

He took Boris to the living room to talk more privately, leaving you in the kitchen to prepare the icing for the cake.

“Potter, she’s so beautiful! Your cousin?” Boris asked, nearly whispering. Too bad for him that you could hear it perfectly, and a hand quickly clamped over your mouth to stifle a chuckle.

“Yeah, Boris, she’s my cousin. She’s visiting for a few days. Why do you ask?” Theo answered, seeming annoyed. You didn’t even have to be looking at him to know he rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell off his head.

“Would you mind if I kissed her? I don’t have to do more than kiss if you don’t want” he said, seeming a bit defensive. “But she’s so beautiful, I really want to kiss her, I never met a girl like her, so, uh, so женственный”

You blushed to yourself in the kitchen, stirring up the icing of the cake in order to keep normalcy - the noise from the whisk on the pot would be enough for them to pay you no attention at all. You had no idea what that last word meant, but it sounded like a compliment.

“Well, you don’t have to ask ME that, you can go ask her if she wants to kiss you” Theo spat, coming off jealous.

“Fine, you cranky” he answered. “But you better seem happier when I marry her” he added, as he walked towards the kitchen. “A woman like that has to have a good husband, and I make sure is me”

Boris entered the kitchen again as you were setting the icing bowl aside.

“Everything ok with Theo?” You asked, trying not to bring up anything you had heard from the living room.

“Da, he’s just cranky” Boris shrugged softly. “I said you were beautiful and he got jealous”

You laughed at his sincerity. “Really? You think I’m beautiful, then?”

“Totally, very beautiful. I asked if he would be mad if I kissed you” his right arm had ended up around your waist somehow, but it’s not like you were gonna swat it away. You enjoyed his touch.

“And what did he say?” You asked, turning your body to face him, your lips now dangerously close to his.

“I don’t really care. Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, chuckling and putting your hands to his cheeks, lightly pulling him down to compensate for his height.

Boris leaned in and kissed you very gently, as if you were made of sugar and could melt at the slightest touch of his lips. His arms were around your body, fingers lightly tracing the curve of your waist, his cold hands sending shivers to the hot bare skin of your belly.

His lips intertwined perfectly with yours, his tongue timidly slipping into your mouth as his hands grabbed your waist. You couldn’t help but faintly moan into the kiss and put your hand to his nape, fingers interlocking in his hair, bringing him closer. He was clearly trying to contain himself, and seemed utterly out of breath when you bit his lower lip maliciously.

When you broke the kiss, the look on his face was quite similar to when he used drugs: pupils dilated, eyes wide open, mouth slightly open and cheeks flushed. His palms were a bit sweaty and he muttered something in Russian that you couldn’t comprehend. You had gotten him wrapped around your finger - it must have been love at first bite.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

hey queen since ur reqs are open could you write smth abt boris teaching reader a few words in his language and she gets turned on pls😛😛

of course pookie😘😘

say it//boris x !fem!reader

summary: you want to learn a bit of Russian, and your boyfriend boris is helping you.

warnings: swearing, f1ngering, slight degradation, !minors DNI!

not proof read

lowercase intended

“pleaseee”, you beg using your best pouty face. boris rolls his eyes and laughs, “why do you want to learn so bad.”, he asks as he lights a cigarette, leaning against your headboard. you crawl up in front of him from the end of you bed, “so i can understand it when you speak to me in Russian.”, you say with a smile as you look at him. he looks down at you with a smile, “what if i don’t want you to know what i say to you,hm?”, he asks taking a drag of his cigarette. “cmon bor, just a few words.”, you say leaning up and plucking the cigarette from his lips before placing it between your own. “fine, but only a few, yes? what do you want to say?”, he asks taking the cigarette back from you as you exhale smoke. you smile excitedly, “hmmm how about, hi my name is y/n?”, you ask. he laughs, “that one’s simple. you say, ��привет, меня зовут y/n’.”, he says in a fast voice. you copy his words, severally butchering the pronunciation. he laughs, “yeah almost.”, he says putting the cigarette out on the ashtray. you think for a moment, “oh oh! i know, what about that thing you always call me? what does that mean and how do i say it? i think it starts with an L.”, you say trying to remember. he raises an eyebrow at you, “we have entire different alphabet from american alphabet. you thinking of ‘л’. is like,”, he makes a “el” sound. “okay okay, but how do you say it and what does it mean?”, you ask him. “you say like, ‘любовь’. it mean like, ‘love’ or ‘my love’ in English.”, he tells you shrugging. “awww you do loveee meee.”, you tease him. he rolls his eyes, “yes, i do love you but, is not my favorite thing to call you.”, he says with a light chuckle to himself. you raise your eyebrows curiously, “what’s your favorite thing to call me then?”.

he looks at you with a smirk, “мне нравится называть тебя маленькой шлюшкой”, he says with a laugh. you crinkle your face in confusion, “what does that mean?”, you ask suspiciously. he laughs and shrugs, “is secret.”. you hate not being able to know what he’s saying, but in a weird way you also find it incredibly sexy. you roll your eyes, “boris.”, you say slightly annoyed. “да, маленькая шлюха?”, he says with a smirk. you disregard his last two words and perk up, “oh oh! i know ‘да’, that means yes!”, you say feeling proud of yourself. “very good.”, he says with a light laugh. you engulf yourself with his praise, “thank you, thank you.”, you say taking a small bow. he looks you up and down, “what else do you want to know?”, he asks. “i don’t know, just keep saying things and telling me what they mean.”, you say shrugging. he smirks, “тебе нравится, когда я говорю по-русски?”, he says looking at you suspiciously. “you lost me, what does that mean?”, you ask with a laugh. “i say, ‘do you like when i speak russian?’”, he says raising an eyebrow and smirking. you blush and nod yes. he chuckles, “why do you like so much?”, he asks with genuine curiosity. you smile and shrug your shoulders, “i dunno, it’s just kinda hot.”, you say embarrassed. he smirks and puts a hand on your thigh, “yes?”, he’s asks looking you up and down. you feel yourself getting goosebumps from his touch, “yes.”, you say quitely. he smirks almost evilly at you, “lay down, we continue our lessons, eh?”, he tells you. you look at him confused but do as he says. you crawl beside him and lie on your back, turning your head to look at him. “you keep practicing how to say ‘yes’, understand?”, he asks leaning up and looking over you. you smile at him, “да”, you say with a giggle. “very good. now, remember to keep practicing when i ask you questions. ты хочешь, чтобы я прикоснулся к тебе?”, he says, still smiling down at you. you look at him for a moment, confused by his words. however, you decide to do what he told you to do, “да”, you say confidently. he moves his hand up and down your thigh, his movements sending chills down your back. he speaks again as he moves his hand closer to your core, “ты хочешь, чтобы я прикоснулся к тебе здесь?”, he says as he continues to trail his hand up, now playing with the waist band of your shorts. your breath hitches as you answer, “д-да”, you stutter. he smirks and brings his free hand up to your face, “i think is enough learning for today, you want these off?”, he says pulling at the waist band of your shorts. you nod frantically, trying to control the rubbing of your thighs. he looks at you squirming and laughs, “ok ok, i take off.”, he says as he slides down your shorts, lifting your hips to take them off fully. he inspects your pussy, only your underwear separating it from the cold air. he slides a finger across your slit and pulls it back, a line of your wetness still connecting the two. he raises his eyebrows, “if i know you like the russian so much i would have speak it more.”, he says sticking his finger in his mouth and licking off your juices. “boris”, you whine, your core feeling painfully ignored. he chuckled, “okay, okay.”, he slides off your underwear in a quick motion. he spreads your legs apart and and begins tracing circles on your clit. “fuck.”, you moan as he continues his movements. “look at me”, he says sternly to you. you shift your head up to look at him and he immediately connects his lips with yours. he shoves his tounge through your lips, licking the roof of your mouth as he continues rubbing you. he disconnects with your lips as you let out a moan into his mouth. he smirks at you before slowly replacing his finger with his tounge. you moan loudly, running you fingers through his hair, “fuck bor keep going”, you moan out of breath. he brings his fingers back up to your clit and trails his tounge down to your entrance, moving it quickly inside and out. you feel a knot growing in your stomach as you move your hips up and down against his touch.

“boris, fuck- boris i’m gonna cum”, you mange to squeak out in between moans. he uses his free hand to tap your thigh twice, signaling his permission. you hold your breath as you come undone on his face, a loud moan escaping your lips as you do so. your body is filled with a wave of pleasure as he continues tongue fucking you while you ride out your high. you moan loudly once again as your legs go limp. he looks up at you smiling with a pussy drunk expression, “you like?”, he asks breathing heavily. you look at him with a smile, “да”.

A/N: i hope this is what you had in mind!! thank you for the request<3

[reareaotaku]

boris nsfw headcanons pleease

Oh??? BET

Freakyyy

Wants to tie you up. Keep you bound as he does things to you- But don't worry, he won't be the only one having fun

Calls you a whore and a slut in his mother language and seeks joy when you don't realize he's insulting you

He does want to prove to you that he's worthy. Wants to please you so that you're screaming his name. It boosts his ego

Sex is his way to keep you. In his eyes, if you're both happy you won't leave

He's insecure, so he wants you to reassure him that he's doing a good job

Really good at giving head

He knows how to move his tongue just right and suck on your clit. When you pull his hair, shoving him deeper, he couldn't be more thrilled [He's just as skilled with his fingers, too, because it'd be waste if he wasn't]

He's pretty rough and tough and if you want him to be slow and sensual you'll have to ask

He's a switch, but more dom leaning

He wants you to submit to him

Pretty handsy too

He always needs to have them in something- Touching you everywhere

He just likes to grab and grope; Nails digging into your flesh just as yours dig into his back

[hopelesswritergall]

Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Boris pavlikovsky x cutecore fem reader? Or miles Fairchild x cutecore fem reader headcanons? I’m fine with either one if you want to,have a lovely day!!<3

Alright I’m writing this in one sitting please bear with me… let me know if you find grammar issues. English isn’t my first language and I want to learn!

General Taglist: It’s quite lonely here……

TW: mention of fighting, bloody nose, bruises. Yandere tendencies

Meeting him

Alright Boris and a girl who wears mostly pink. Unlikely combination but it’s true.

You were the stereotypical girly girl. Pink? You loved it. Lipstick? Pink. Clothes? Pink. Notebooks? Pink. Hell you were almost like barbie and had a pink mood.

You were doing pretty good in school and kept your grades up. Boris on the other his grades were sinking faster than the titanic.

There was a group project coming up for English. You have to read a book, present and write an essay. This would be the chance for Boris to get his grade up.

“Hey Theo! Come on man, let’s do it together!”

“Unfortunately Mister Pavlikovsky, the groups will be decided by me.” Miss Clarence spoke.

Boris sunk back into his chair, well if he isn’t with Theo, he isn’t going to do shit.

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Boris you will be paired up with……. Ah of course! Y/N!.”

Y/N? Who the fuck is that?

Boris knew he should know the face that belongs to the name but he doesn’t.

Suddenly his vision is filled with pink and he nearly has a heart attack.

“Jesus woman, don’t you watch where you’re going?!”

“That’s a way to introduce yourself. I’m y/n! We’ll be partners for the next project”

Aww hell no. He couldn’t.

“Miss Clarence. Is there anyway we can switch partners?”

Getting to know him:

It was week 3 of the project and Boris hadn’t done much yet. You decided to play a game so he would do stuff and he would get “rewarded”, almost like a child or dog..

“Alright Boris, for every 5 sentences you write, you can ask me a question! That way we can get to know each other!”

“And why should I do that? I can just let you do all the work.” He crossed his arms and leaned back

“Otherwise I’ll only hand in my part and you’ll fail. Don’t think you’d wanna do the year over again, do you?”

He grumbled a bit before writing, he finished the first sentences pretty quick. “Fine, Uhm what is your favourite gift to receive?”

“Oooo, great question!! I love teddy bears, flowers or books!! But I love every gift that someone put effort in.”

You guys talked for some longer and Boris, not wanting it, felt more of a connection. He really wanted to fall through the floor.

Some things during the relationship:

Boris once got into a fight with Mark (only the OG’s will remember my hatred towards Mark) because Mark insulted your clothes. Was it worth the trip to the hospital to check out his nose and knuckles for? Yes. Everyone that makes you cry deserves to rot in hell.

He steals you little stuff from the stores. He will often give you a bracelet or a flower. You even got him to make a flower crown together. You had to swear to not tell anyone!

You guys watch a lot of television together, a LOT

He is very protective of you, always asks what colour you want something in, despite already knowing the answer deep down..

[ifangirlalot]

boris eating out reader hcs??

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring boris pavlikovsky ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (fem receiving), some dirty talk, boris slipping into his native language (which is polish btw), broken english boris because that's adorable, angst

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⊹˚.⋆ Alright. So this could go one of three ways. One, he's high and/or drunk off his ass, two, he's sober and is feeling particularly charitable, or three, his dad made him feel useless and he feels the need to prove his worth to you so you won't leave him for somebody else.

⊹˚.⋆ Let's start with Boris eating you out while he's drunk and/or high. He's actually pretty fuckin' messy, like Richie is, but like twice as much. He's also very noisy. He rumbles and grunts and groans, kind of like a car engine. You'd be laughing if you weren't moaning.

⊹˚.⋆ Boris is also a really big clit sucker. He'll push his tongue right up against it and flick it about until you're screaming his name at the top of you're lungs. And he wraps his tongue around your nub and sucks it until it's purple. He likes to nip at it and tug it gently before letting it snap back into place.

⊹˚.⋆ Honestly D/H Boris isn't eating you out so much as just licking and sucking. To put it quite bluntly… It's not the best experience, but he tries enough and always makes you cum.

⊹˚.⋆ If he's sober and it's just a good day for him, maybe he's in a really good mood, which is rare for him, he likes to overstimulate you with his mouth. He does it without warning as well.

⊹˚.⋆ He'll sink down to his knees at the most random of times. His favorite is while you're cooking. He wants to see if you can cook your meal without burning it while you're writhing under his tongue.

⊹˚.⋆ You could be in the kitchen just cooking something for dinner, and he'll just kneel in front of you and tug down your sweats with a cheeky grin.

"Ach, kochanie! Spread legs and let me play."

⊹˚.⋆ Sober Boris is practically a professional at oral. Plus, being a polyglot? The amount of movements that tongue can do? Oh good god, it's heaven on earth. Sometimes he'll roll his tongue while he's eating you out and just… AGH, so good.

⊹˚.⋆ Expect multiple orgasms, because once he starts he absolutely refuses to stop.

⊹˚.⋆ Now.. for when Boris needs to be reassured. When his dad has made him feel like nothing more than a piece of human garbage. When he's in this vulnerable mindset, nothing you do will dissuade him. He needs to do something, anything, to prove himself. To make sure he lets you know he doesn't want you to view him as useless.

"Bor, baby.. Come on, you don't have to do this.." "No, no.. Hush, moje serce.. Let me. Please."

⊹˚.⋆ He's very passionate with his tongue movements and he tends to cry a lot and whisper different compliments to you in Ukrainian, Russian, and Polish through his sobs. Sometimes he just desperately begs.

⊹˚.⋆ It feels good, as you'd expect it to, but fuck it's so hard to focus on it when Boris looks like he's falling apart. He's shaking, sobbing, begging.

⊹˚.⋆ At one point, he just stops giving you head and clings to your leg, begging for your love in Russian.

"Пожалуйста, о, пожалуйста, не уходи, я люблю тебя, красотка… Я буду добра к тебе до конца своей любви. Но, о Боже, не уходи..!"

T R A N S L A T I O N S

Ach, kochanie - ah, darling (Polish)

Moje serce - my heart (Polish)

Пожалуйста, о, пожалуйста, не уходи, я люблю тебя, красотка… Я буду добра к тебе до конца своей любви. Но, о Боже, не уходи..! - Please, oh please don't go, I love you, beautiful… I will be good to you until the end of my life. But, oh God, don't go..! (Russian)

[froggywritesstuff]

yandere!boris pavlikovsky hc's

ship/pairing: yandere!boris pavlikovsky x g/n!reader

fandom: the Goldfinch

request: @racheldreamsworld: Can you do a yandere boris Pavlikovsky from movie goldfinch headcanon?

warnings: yandere, unhealthy and toxic relationships, obsessive behaviour, stalking, mentions of cigarettes, pressuring into to doing drugs, emotional blackmail, mentions of addiction, mentions of suicide, guilt tripping, non consensual touching (not explicitly sexual), there's a lot going on so please let me know if I've missed any warnings

word count: 460

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

as soon as he saw you, he immediately became obsessed with you

though near the beginning of his obsession, he tries to be quiet about it

he follows you wherever you go

if you're eating lunch, he's sitting beside you

he walks you to your classes, silently bidding you farewell

when you ask him what his deal is, he nonchalantly introduces himself and claims to be your friend

he does not care how he gets it but he needs your attention

so he is definitely satisfied when you just stare at him with a confused expression and try to distance yourself from him while he walks beside you on your way home

speaking of which, once he finds your address, nothing is stopping him from stalking you

you're relieved when you find him not at school some days, unaware that he skips school to go to your house and look through all your things

you don't question it when you come home to one of two of your shirts on the floor, thinking it's because you were in a rush that morning

you are a little weirded out when said shirts and your pillow have a slight scent of cigarettes and something else you can't put your finger on

eventually you grow more and more paranoid as you find more and more things out of place or missing from your room

when you gather some courage, and ask Boris why he's so adamant on following you everywhere, you're more than surprised when he asks to be your boyfriend (though the way he words it makes you feel like you don't have a choice)

will threaten to kill himself if you try to reject him

like no hesitation, he thinks it's the only logical response

he guilt trips you a lot of the time 

you can't talk or hang out with your friends without hearing Boris getting pissed at you, mumbling about how you'll leave him, just like everyone else does

he’s always inviting you over to his house

meaning if you don't want an earful about how bad of a partner you're being by not wanting to spend time with your boyfriend, you hang out at his house a lot

he pressures you to try some of the drugs he has

he wants to get you addicted so you'll want to go to his house more and he can keep you from everyone else

and sometimes when he gets you high, you're much calmer around him, and he can be way more touchy with you, so that's always a plus

acts like you're the cure to all his problems when in reality his coping mechanisms and the way he acts around you are the cause of his deteriorating mental health

[paradiseismine]

Good Morning - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Pairing: Boris Pavlikovsky (The Goldfinch) x f!reader

Summary: you wake up to Boris spooning you and wanting to give you both a very good morning.

Warnings: just plain smut, very little plot lol, some daddy kink, occasional pet names in polish, also broken English Boris ‘cause that’s really hot (sorry I don’t make the rules, file your complaint with either Donna Tartt or Finn Wolfhard please).

The very first feeling you remember having was comfort. It could have been from his nice duvet, or his bed as a whole, or the heat provided by his room and its nearly permanently shut door - it could be as simple as that. You were soon reminded, however, that the comfort came from his lanky arms as they serenely tightened their grip around your waist, denouncing his sudden awakening as his breath on your neck also gained a new rhythm.

Then, you felt it - slowly, delicately, gently burning its way up your neck - arousal. Boris had lifted up the soft curtain of your hair out of his favorite garden of skin on your body, and was now planting wet kisses on it, inhaling your scent like a line of cocaine.

You let out a shy moan, your body quivering at his touch, eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. Boris kept trailing his kisses down your neck until they reached the collar of your t-shirt - that was the end of the line for his lips, but not for his hands.

He untangled his arms from your torso slightly, inserting his right hand underneath the fabric of the only garment on your body. You squirmed in response, adjusting your hips into his, feeling his throbbing erection on your ass, only his thin underwear separating his length from your core, now beginning to moisten. He reached up towards the delicate curve of your breasts, thumbing your stiff nipples mercilessly, causing a higher-pitched moan to roll off your tongue.

“Good morning, kochanie” he whispered, lips lightly grazing your ear as he spoke, causing you to shiver with the touch. Boris chuckled softly and nibbled on your earlobe, knowing perfectly well the effects of hitting that sweet spot of yours.

“Good morning, daddy” you answered, having mentally entered the sexual space of your relationship already. He grabbed your waist firmly in return, a satisfied grin playing across his lips. Little did he know, you were feeling just as lustful as he was. Maybe even more, as you articulated your next phrase with the sluttiest tone you could possibly think of. “Would you like to start your day with a good fuck to my pussy, sir?”

“Yes, love, would like that very much” he replied, his devilish grin practically audible. “Be good girl for daddy and take off that shirt, yes?”

You obeyed instantly as he let go of your sides, pushing the thin fabric up and off your body, before tossing it carelessly into the ground. You then returned to your previous position, grinding your ass back into your boyfriend’s hardened cock.

His fingers traced your waistline and the curve of your breasts gently, savoring the softness of your skin, the warmth of his digits sending another moan to your lips.

Soon, his right hand reached down, agonizingly slowly, as he wanted to tease you to the point of madness - he absolutely loved to have you squirming and moaning in his arms. Boris’ soft fingertips found their way in between your thighs, moistening themselves in your arousal before reaching for your clit with care, tracing tender circles into your already aching, dripping core.

“I love that you don’t sleep wearing panties” he confessed, teeth pulling gently at your earlobe once again. “So easy to touch you like this”

You moaned in response, arching your body into his hand, wanting more of his touch. His lips found your back and peppered it in delicate kisses, whilst his fingers kept playing with your needy pussy. Your moans got more frequent and a bit louder as your orgasm approached, but you wanted more of him.

“Daddy” you called, your voice faint and moan-like. “Please, can I cum with your cock inside of me?”

“My little girl wants to cum with daddy’s cock inside her little pink pussy, yes?” he asked, teeth sinking hard into the side of your neck as his fingers played with your slick arousal. “That sounds perfect, moje serce”

You could feel him distance himself from your back slightly as he lowered his boxers and let his erection free from its tight confinement. His hands positioned your hips at a better angle so he could slither into your drenched hole, as he teased your entrance with his cock’s tip already drooling with precum.

“Daddy” you begged, impatiently. “Please, I want to cum so bad…”

Boris inserted himself eagerly into your soaked pussy, moaning at the sensation. You were so wet, so warm, so inviting. He thrusted softly whilst his fingers resumed their work on your clit. His digits were slipping at how wet you were, your moans increasing as the delicate circles he traced got more and more precise.

Your back arched against his body and your mouth opened in a louder moan, your cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick girth as you came on his cock. He gasped and kept thrusting as the muscles of your core clamped around him, his whimpers and moans a lot more evident now.

“Please, kochanie” he pleaded, his voice slurring with lust. “Ah, please, let cum in the pussy, need to cum inside”

“Yes” you moaned in response, your juices running down your thighs, making splashy sounds whenever Boris thrusted into you. “Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy”

He growled lowly at your nape, his right hand harshly grabbing your ass as he pounded into your soaked core faster and faster.

“Ah, yes” you heard him moan, his whole body squirming as he reached his mercurial high. Soon, you felt your insides being irresistibly filled with his hot seed, so hot it sent a maddening shiver down your spine. “Feel so good to cum in the pussy, so tight, love”

“I love it when you cum inside me, daddy” you panted, feeling dizzy with desire. His cum was already slowly leaking out your pussy, so thick and abundant it couldn’t possibly be held inside. You loved the feeling of his cum leaking from your pussy. It was, indeed, a very good morning now.

[walmarttrashbag]

Finnie & Characters Headcanons!

Finn Wolfhard & his characters x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I'm so happy it's not Yandere! It feels so much better for no Yandere to write with!!!

~First Date Headcanons~

Finn:

Finn, being the sweet guy he is, is a little nervous at first. He thinks you're so pretty. He pays for you even if you refuse, and you both walk in the park, before dancing around in the night. Really wholesome date for both of you. He drove you home and you shared a lovely kiss.

Richie:

Richie's so charming and charismatic, you couldn't help but fall head over heels for him. Going to the arcade and grabbing pizza. Believe it or not - He let you win Street Fighter! Richie biked you home that night and you kissed his cheek before you went in. He held his cheek, amazed, and biked home thinking about how lucky he was.

Mike:

You didn't know how he could afford a dinner date with his trusty 3.50, but you assumed he'd been working neighborhood jobs to earn the big bucks just for you. Rambles on about how much he misses El... It hurts your feelings so you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mike would quickly say.

You looked away "I think it would be better to go."

Mike got up "Wait-" He ran over to you and kissed you. You felt weird weird looks from people but Mike grabbed your hand and dragged you into the men's bathroom, pushed you in a stall, and make out noises were echoing all over the bathroom.

Boris:

Let's be honest, Boris stole all the food and stuff and made sure his deadbeat dad wasn't here for anything. You were amazed by how much stuff he got away with stealing. Good food pretty candles, and even lots of flowers. Theo helped set up the place before going to bed. He woke up at 11 pm to hear Boris cursing in Russian and you moaning so loud your vocal cords could break.

Miles:

You were scared as fuck but he was actually incredibly loving. Opened up to you about his life, almost starting crying. The food was amazing, you thanked Mrs. Grose. You went upstairs to Miles' bedroom and almost fucked but Flora was too innocent for her little ears to hear such horrid noises.

Trevor:

You had lunch together in the ectomobile. Trevor sat close to you and put his arm around you, making sure no ghosts would get you, or at least that's what he claimed. You thought he was precious. You shared some kisses and stole bites from his food which he let slide this time. Almost getting killed by a ghost but Trevor resolved that quickly and reassured you everything's okay. You weren't let down in the slightest by this man.

Tyler:

Pizza was on him. He was so nervous, and you thought that was adorable. You gave him so many kisses. Tyler would've died if you weren't there to hold him close, muttering "Thank you" and "I love you". He was so head over heels for you.

Bobert:

Bobert was terrifying, but so mysterious as well. Not really any food to eat, but you laid down together and cuddled in the forest, so it was good enough for you. He was actually a great kisser, and he's earned himself a second date!

Hey! I'm so happy this isn't Yandere!!!! Thank you for requesting this!

[urfavoritedcwhore]

book boris as your boyfriend (HC’s)(some sexual)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

he hates it when you talk to any other man

he will absolutely brag about you in bed to ANYONE who’ll listen

not a big cuddler when he’s sober

but when he’s drunk or high, your gonna have to hold him like a damn baby.

when you have to go home he argues with you to make you hangout with him longer cause he knows you can’t leave until you get your point across.

will yell at you in russian if you really piss him off.

EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATIVE LITTLE SHIT.

after he yells at you he starts to make himself cry so that you have to coddle him.

usually the next day he’ll go steal a little present for you to make up for it.

will certainly pure pressure you into doing whatever drug he’s doing.

“boris is dont feel like taking anything tonight.” “why you don’t love me anymore?” “whatever give it to me.”

will randomly say things out of pocket then look around and say, “who say that? did you hear that?”

he thinks it’s the funniest shit ever.

very protective and has gotten into multiple fights over you. (rip to the poor man who complemented your shirt and got a black eye from boris cause of it.)

nsfw:

he’s okay at giving head when he’s drunk/high, BUT WHEN HES SOBER….that shit is fire.

sober/drunk boris in bed:

dominant asf

“aw what’s wrong принцесса? is it too much? cum for me three more times then i stop.”

will literally either make you cum 8 times, or not let you cum at all. there’s no in between.

ties you up completely and makes you watch him as he touches himself.

if your good he MIGHT let you touch him.

low throaty moans on rare occasions.

he’s degrading asf, but always in russian so you never really know what he’s saying.

however if he wants you to know what he’s saying he will certainly tell you.

“ты тупая чертова шлюха, да?” “what?” “I SAY, ‘YOUR SUCH A DUMB FUCKING WHORE, AREN’T YOU?”

will physically squeeze your mouth open to hear your moans.

has a very strange and strong fixation with being called “daddy”

you let it slip out once while he was fuckin you and now he makes you call him it every time you two are in bed

when he’s drunk he might hit you while you two are fuckin. if you try to tell him you weren’t into it afterwards he sobers up super fast and profusely apologizes.

he’s most likely smoking a cigarette while hitting it from the back

once he ashed his cigarette on your back and it left a burn mark. he was proud of himself.

he’ll pull out if he feels like it. he genuinely has had to steal so many plan b’s for you that he’s banned from all CVS’s.

high boris in bed:

is a whiny little sub.

makes you ride him cause yk…boobs in his face.

low whiny moans from the moment it starts, till the moment it ends.

does not last too long.

you honestly love fucking boris when he’s high cause it gives you the very rare chance to be dominant.

you make him beg to cum (i don’t make the rules🤷🏼‍♀️)

big fuckin praise kink

“tell me im doing good. im doing good, yes?”

you always do cause yk he needs that little bit of reassurance.

if he’s just high from weed he’s gonna switch between being dominant to submissive.

one second he’ll be letting you ride, whining and praising you, and the next he’s flipping you around and fuckin you from behind while he degrades you.

“love you so much, fuck it’s so good.”. *flips you around and starts pounding into you at lightning speed* “fucking take it you little slut. scream my name, no i didn’t say scream boris, i said scream my name.”.

makes you fall asleep on his chest after and holds you tighter if you try to move away.

[reareaotaku]

You're so Drunk

Inspired by this: Here by @ifangirlalot Summary: Boris just asked you to help him steal some liquor- Not to fuck in the back of a car. Tw: NSFW, Stealing [Which I condone], Underage Drinking, Car smut, Dub-con [Cause they're drunk] Taglist: @fxchild [God I really hope this is good... I don't feel like I'm good at NSFW, but idk]

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun."

You hum, looking away from him and towards the store. You looked back at Boris, frowning, "I don't know..."

"Oh come on, princess. It'll be fun," He taunts, grabbing your hand and pulling you close.

You look at your intertwined hands, before sighing and looking up at him. He knew he had you in the palm of his hands. It would just take a little bit of his charm to convince you to stop being a goodie-two-shoe and steal some liquor with him.

He clicks his tongue, before smirking. He fiddles your hands together, before caressing yours with his thumb. "Oh, you only live once, princess. Besides, if we get caught, I'll take the blame- I promise."

You take a deep breath, before sighing, "Fine."

He smiles, his hand grasping tighter than it was and dragging you into the store.

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You watched the aisles to make sure no one was coming as Boris swindled some Liquor and Rum. You felt a push on your back and looked at the perpetrator. He hands you one of the bottles that you quickly stuff in your pants.

Boris has to hold in his laughter, but lets you do your thing. He wouldn't put a bottle in his pants, but everyone's different. He grabs your biceps, leading you out of the store.

"Don't be suspicious," He whispers in your ear, knowing you were probably were one drop from breaking. Thankfully there was no one by the door, so you both booked it before an employee could catch either of you.

"Oh my god, I've never done that before!" You chuckle, pulling out the liquor from your pants.

Boris had never realize, but he likes this. He liked spending time with you and pushing you past your limit. It made him wonder how much farther he could get you to go.

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"I don't know Boris," You pushed his chest, causing him to frown. You sigh, leaning deeper into the car seat. "I mean... We're in a car. What if someone sees us?"

"Ох, куколка. Ты такой параноик."¹ He tells you in his deep accent, caressing your hands.

You hum, not paying him much mind. You didn't know what he said, but you were sure it was something to try and convince you. You hear him pop another bottle and hand it to you. You hesitated for a second before deciding 'fuck it' and taking the bottle and gulping it down.

Boris watched you, his eyes widen and a little impressed. You take a sigh, before handing the bottle back to him. You weren't much of a drinker, but luckily Boris was more than experienced in such an activity.

He grabs another bottle and pushes it towards you. You quickly chuck it down and he watches you intently. The liquor burned your throat, but you were quick to shake it off. You hand him the empty bottle and he throws it in the back. You hear it break, which causes you to flinch slightly. You look back to see pieces of glass covering some of the floor.

"I'll clean it later," He quickly reassures you when seeing your concerned face.

You frown, but ultimately don't comment. You continued to kiss him, fingers digging into his hair. You pull and grab at whatever you can. You were both desperate and needed, obviously. Your hands were sloppy as they tried to grip him.

Your finger untangled themselves from his hair and went down to his face and caressed his cheeks. You pushed him closer, desperate for his lips to stay on yours. You both finally pull away when needing a breath of hair

Boris sighed, caressing your thigh, as you lean against the seat. Your eyes slowly drooping. He leans in and slowly kisses your neck, which causes you to lightly groan.

He looks at you with dazed eyes, his lips swollen. He lets out deep breaths before looking at his back seats and then back at you. You knew what he wanted. You sigh, before crouching and crawling over the armrest and slamming your body into the back seats. He quickly follows behind you and pushes his body on top of you.

His fingers were quick to grip onto you. You could feel his fingertips graze across your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You'd never tell him in fear of his ego growing, but you love his fingers/hands. They were long and soft and always knew how to touch you.

Long, slender fingers were squeezing and grabbing whatever they could. His mouth was practically attached to your own as he continued to kiss you. He finally pulled back, taking a breath, before messing with your shirt. His mind was grodgy and his hands slippery. He struggled for a few minutes, before sighing and pulling a shard of glass from where one of the bottles and cutting your shirt.

You yelped, grabbing at the cut and squeezing it together. "I like this shirt." You look up at him frowning, which causes him to groan throwing the glass back on the floor. "Should you really put that glass there? What if it cuts-"

He slams his lips against yours to shut you up. His hands pushed yours away from your shirt and put his in the hole and tore it apart. His hands roam your stomach, before going up to your chest and fiddling with your bra.

His hands squeeze your tits, before licking your hard nipple. He then attaches his lips on it, sucking and kissing one while his hand fiddles with the other ball of fat. His hand squeeze and pulls at your tit, causing your back to arch and cunt to get hotter and wet. You need it so bad and it felt like he was teasing you.

"Please Boris."

He looks up at you, detaching from your tit with a pop, "Please what?"

"I... I need you," You whisper, which just makes Boris smirk.

"I can't hear you, doll. What is it?"

You turn away from him, your face turning a light pink. There's a few seconds of silence, before you turn back to him, your face now a dark red. "I need you. Please."

That was all he needed. He starts to unbuckle your jeans, before pulling them down. He quickly wiggles out of his own jeans and pulling off his shirt. Now you were both left in your underwear and Boris couldn't be any happier.

He stuffed himself inbetween your thighs, slowly kissing them up and down. He lips softly grazed your skin, creating a wet trail that lead to your pussy.

He fiddles with your panties, his hands slipping inbetween the fabric and pulling it. Boris used this opportunity as almost a game where he was rewarded by your moans the closer he got to your sweet heat. You could feel his smirk against your skin when you let out a particularly loud moan. His teeth graze your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine and Boris is pleased by the view.

He decided that he wanted more... Needed more. You groaned when feeling his nails digging into your skin. You looked down at him frowning.

"Oh, Boris- You're going to leave marks."

He chuckles, looking up at you, "Well, no one will see it right?"

You don't respond, just leaning back on the seats. God you were really doing this huh? You take a deep breath before letting it out. Yes, you were doing this and you wanted it.

His tongue flicks your folds, causing you to flinch. His fingers pull at your fold as he pushes his tongue inside of you. His tongue rolled and pushed it's way into you. His fingers made work with both your clit and one pushing inside of you, feeling around your walls.

He sucks on your pussy, before he pulls away- which causes you to sigh, but quickly moan again as he blows on it. You moan lightly which causes Boris to chuckle.

"You like that baby? Oh I bet you do." He sits up, fiddling with his boxers before pulling them down and lining himself up with your cunt. He slowly pushes inside before taking a deep breath when feeling how tight you were. "Ah- Such a tight fucking cunt," He groans. He puts his hands under your thighs and pushes them up to wrap around his hips.

There's no movement for a few minutes as you get used to his cock engraving itself inside of you. Before you even tell him, he slowly moves back, before shoving himself back in, causing a loud clapping sound from his balls hitting your ass. Your body is slightly pushed forward by the movement and you moan lowly.

"You know... I've fucked my own hand thinking about you," He confessed in your ear.

You moan at his words, "Oh yeah? I think about you too."

"Oh, I bet you do, you fucking dirty slut," He teases, pushing himself deeper into you and pulling back out.

He reaches his hand down towards your clit and rubs it slowly as he picks up his pace. Your back arches and you moan loudly when feeling his fingers rub against your clit.

"Oh- Ahh, awhh, Boris."

Your moans encourage him to quicken his pace. Your tits bounce as he pushes your forward with his thrust. He watched as his dick created a dent in your stomach. He pushes on it, causing your moans to get louder.

"Oh god! Yes-"

He can feel your legs shake against him and it pushes him to go even faster, until the car is practically shaking. He knew you were close to cumming because he could feel you squeezing him. He groans softly feeling you tighten, before you finally cum. He feels your sweet liquid coat his cock and he looks down at his cock still halfway into your pussy.

Your creamy cum covers his cock, creating a white ring as he pulls his cock out- Though not all the way. The imagine makes him smirk and he looks up at you. Your eyes were closed and face dazed. He knew you were probably dumbed by his cock, but he still wanted to push you.

"What a sight — nothing like seeing your cum covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?“ He purred. 

You groan, turning your head away from him. You open your eyes, just barely, being met with the image of his dark black seats.

"Oi-" He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Answer me when I talk to you. Or are you already fucked stupid by my dick? Does my dick make you stupid?"

You groan at his words, closing your eyes tightly. You didn't want him to tease you, but you kind of liked it. You hated that you liked it. You didn't want him to know- But it was to late.

"Oh, you're so pretty." He thrusts back inside, making you go forward again. He leans in close to you, his breath blowing on your neck. His nails were digging into the fat of your ass as he continued to shove his cock into you.

Your moans overtook the car and you were hoping there was no one around. This was the last thought you were able to have before he turns you into slush by his constant and rough thrust.

Boris could feel your walls tighten and your nails dig into his back. He quickly picked up his pace, before he felt your gummy walls squeeze him, which caused him to cum deep inside. Your walls squeezed him, milking him for all he got until he emptied his balls inside of you. He slows down, your cum mixing with his own and spilling out of your pussy and slowly grazing down towards your ass and his seats.

That was going to be a pain to clean later, but Boris decided to just let it be. He was to tired to deal with it and when he looked at you, he could tell he wasn't the only one. You were knocked out. He caresses your cheek, before kissing your forehead.

"Śpij dobrze, księżniczko." ²

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Oh, doll. You're so paranoid

Sleep well, Princess

[ifangirlalot]

what finn’s characters are like during s3x? I FEEL WEIRD REQUESTING THIS BFISJSJSAJDJS

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~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] too many to pick out, just a shit ton of nsfw shit.

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✧˚ finn ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Well, it kind of depends on the day. Sometimes if he's feeling particularly stressed, he just wants to watch you ride him and praise him while getting his head rubbed. But if he's pissed off (or just bored), he wants to top. When he tops, you know you're probably not going to be in the same position for more than a couple minutes.

What are his favorite positions?

Finn likes missionary. He's an old fashioned guy who thinks eye contact is a private kind of intimacy. Doggy is definitely a hella close second though. He's a hair tugger, so it's a lot of fun to pull your head back by your hair while you're on your hands and knees in front of him getting impaled from behind.

How freaky is he?

Once again, it kinda depends on the day and the mood you catch him in. Being a celebrity, Finn's hella paranoid the second that zipper goes down an inch there's gonna be cameras all over the damn place, so public sex is a no-go. He'll fuck you anywhere in the house though. In fact, the bed is hardly ever an option. He loves shower sex and car sex, kitchen table sex ain't too shabby either. He has a thing for having his hair pulled and, as narcissistic as it may sound, he likes it when you call him by his characters' names. It gives him an excuse to change personas.

How noisy is he?

He doesn't have any loudass moans, but he has some breathy ones here and there. He groans more often than not. Occasionally he whimpers.

How long does he usually last?

About ten to fifteen minutes on a bad day and up to an hour on a good day. (Dude has almost spooky levels of self control.)

Protection or no?

Absolutely. He can't risk knocking you up right now.

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✧˚ miles ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Top, all the way. He's somewhat controling and he also doesn't like sitting still for long, so he hardly ever lets you ride, as that would kind of give you the wheel and he's not about that. He likes to decide when you have sex, where you have sex, for how long, and in what position. He makes all the decisions, and you know. You're probably gonna be hella sore afterwards. Like hella sore. My man has hella high libido.

What are his favorite positions?

Miles has favorite positions that don't even have names, that's how fucking freakshit he is. He loves it to the side the most though, with his fingers wrapped around your ankle, holding it up, his grip usually pretty tight. His other hand is usually clamped over your mouth.

How freaky is he?

Miles is a FREAKSHIT. Most of the time, he twists you into positions that he's made up, and you know for damn sure he'd got an entire chest he keeps in his closet that he uses for "playtime". He's also maybe a tad bit creepy with the kinks that he has at times, but that's kind of to be expected. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

How noisy is he?

Not very. He lets out a few breathy groans here and there, but most of the time he's pretty quiet. It's kind of creepy, but also maybe a little bit attractive?

How long does he last?

As long as he wants to. It really depends on how horny he is, but averagely about thirty to forty-five minutes.

Protection or no?

Lmao, no. Good joke, though.

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✧˚ boris ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

It depends on how high he is during the fucking. If he's sober or moderately high, he likes to be on top. But if he's balls to the walls high, he's a little bby and must be treated as the pillow prince that he is.

What are his favorite positions?

Doggy. At least for dom Boris. He likes to pound behind you with your hair wrapped around his fist like a horse rein. Preferably with a mirror in front of you so he can watch while he smokes. He's a lil freak thang. Subby Boris likes to be ridden because BOOOOOBS in his face.

How freaky is he?

Boris likes public humiliation, whether he be the one being humiliated or the one doing the humiliating. He also likes watching you touch yourself while he's forced to watch with his wrists tied to a bedframe (this is sub Boris, btw. Dom Boris wouldn't put up with it.) He also likes spanking (him spanking you, he doesn't like his ass being touched because he's a bitch.)

How noisy is he?

Extremely. My boy does not care if someone else is in the house. If he's getting pussy, PEOPLE WILL KNOW ABOUT IT.

How long does he last?

Again, it depends on how high he is. Dom Boris can last for twenty minutes, but with sub Boris you'll be lucky if it lasts more than like ten.

Protection or no?

Sometimes, yeah. But the other half of the time he lowkey forgets and you have to get him to smuggle in some Plan B from the store.

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✧˚ ziggy ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

A top. A very messy, very cocky top. It's kinda funny how confident he is in his abilities. He is also a bottom. Pet his hair and watch him whine, I dare you.

What are his favorite positions?

He likes to go down on you. Albeit, he's very good at it, but he also a sloppy thruster. But at the same time, it kinda adds to the experience because somehow he manages to hit the right spots with every pound. Plus, look at him up there with his little gold chain. He's so cute.

How freaky is he?

Ziggy may be an awkward teenager on the streets, but he's a freak in the sheets. He has this fantasy where he really wants to record your sex so he can use it for tissue time later, but he's too much of a bitch to ask you. He's also hella good with his tongue, it's actually kind of surprising. Plus. You know. He look good as hell down there on his knees like the champ he is.

How noisy is he?

Lmao very. But only when he's actually having sex, if he's just beating it, he's pretty quiet. But during the real deal... Yeah, that loud ass moaning and swearing Evelyn hears from Zig's room is indeed her son getting to third base with a lady person.

How long does he last?

Thirty minutes tops for him. Not bad.

Protection or no?

Usually yeah, but for quickies he just pulls out and spills everywhere, which most of the time his mom finds because his stupid ass didn't clean up.

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[ A Note From Zee ]

Y'all, this took me way too long. I'm gonna have to split this into two part. Next part will include Trevor, Mike, and Richie.

[theyy-luvv-freya]

boris pavlikovsky dating head canons

Summary: Boris Pavlikovsky SFW head canons

A/N: I’ve been having Boris brain rot for the past few days so I made head cannons about him

Warnings: N/A

Definitely has Russian nicknames for you

“принцесса I love you”

“милый wanna skip school together”

Wants you to skip school with him and Theo to get high and drunk together

If his dad ends up hurting him, Boris will run to you and wanting to be cuddled, bandaged and reassured

He steals your stuff so that he has something to reminds him of you

If you, Theo and Boris are shopping together and noticed that you took a liking to something, he’ll steal it

He’ll cry on your shoulder when his dad makes him feel worthless, please tell him he’s not :(

You’re probably besties with Theo

You three all live together in Theos house

He’s affectionate when He’s sober But when he’s drunk or high then He’s really affectionate. He won’t let you go

Theo helps when y’all fight

Skipping school with him to get high and Make out

Meeting Theo first and Him introducing Boris to you

You and Boris either have the same aesthetic or You are really girly (pink, bows, dresses, girly makeup). There’s no in between

Boris speaking Russian and English in the same sentence

Picking up a little bit of Russian after hanging out with him for so long

Spending the weekends either in bed all day cuddling and watching Tv or swimming with Theo, getting high and drunk

Accidentally calling Theo ‘potter’ on multiple occasions because of being around Boris for so long

Theo being the cook between you three (you help every now and then)

Theo following you and Boris around to make sure yall don’t kill yourself or someone else

Sitting on the park swings while having deep conversations

Him giving your hickeys for fun, it’s not really sexual unless you want it to

I hope you liked it, This is my first time doing headcanons so don’t make fun of me.