#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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[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..

[screechingsandwichtriumph]

Boris pavlikovsky x reader

General headcanons, this one was requested but I haven't figured out how to tag people yet

Summary:Boris and you in a cutsy relationship

Warnings: smoking , drinking , doing drugs , I think thats all

Boris strikes me as the trope 'hates everyone but you' type of romance

The moment he laid eyes on you he knew. It wasn't really your looks ( although that was a plus for him)

It was more the way you held yourself, he just instantly knew you were meant for him

My boy has no idea how to flirt so he just softly bullies you?(On his perspective, he's giving you attention , so you must understand how head over heels he is for you )

He is also the type of person who would bully you on one second and offer you drugs the other

He would get high with you somewhere and suddenly tell you how pretty he thinks you are and how talented. Then he tells you he likes you. You also high just giggled and blush

The next day he shows up with some flowers and asks you to be his girlfriend

Once you two do end up together , do not expect to have any alone time

My man has no umderstandment of personal space or boundaries

He is a bit clumsy with his love since he has never really been loved from anyone truly

So when you randomly show random pieces of affection, he is super excited

Like you could give him a kiss at random , and he would turn around and fill your face with kisses(especially when you are high)

Expect to get drunk high and depressed A LOT

He would steal you alcohol and you would sit on a roof and talk about something

Probably gave you your first cigarette and laughed when you chocked on the smoke

You almost stay in the same class due to missing too much from school

He would get super explosive the moment anyone talks to your direction

When he is high it is even worse ready to pick a fight with anyone over you

He is shaped like a churo and weights less than my school back on the last year of highschool , but homeboy can definitely throw a punch.

Steals for you pretty things and on he valentine day he even had some chocolates

You two cuddle all day.

He wouldn't let you leave his hands if he could

He flirts with you in atrocious amounts

He will always call you pretty and smart and all the things he thinks would make you feel batter

Bro spots your insecurities and targets them one by one. You don't like your nose? Constantly tells you how pretty he thinks it is and how it suits you

He is clingy. He wouldn't want you leaving his side at any moment , since he firmly believes that even the worst of all days can be pleasant with you

He would not be the type for excessive public pda , but if you are , he honestly doesn't care for anyone else , so you do you honey

Kisses you when he sees anyone looking at you

He uses those stupid pick up lines boys do , just to get you to laught

You'll never have a single bored moment with him

[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

[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.

[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

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

⊹˚.⋆ 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

[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.

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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]

take care of her for me//borisxtheoxfemreader

summary: boris is out of town for a week picking up a shipment of drugs. he knows how lonely you get. you, theo, and him have an arrangement made. (aged up you are all 17)

warnings: (kinda) threesum?, spanking, p in v, oral (male and female, daddy kink, edging, dom boris, sub reader, sub theo, degrading kink.

not proof read!!!

before i start the story, ik the part about boris picking up drugs in a different state is not realistic at all considering his age or his living situation but just humor me, mk?

boris knew how much you hated it when he left, he knew how lonely you got. which is why a few days ago he made plans for you. “y/n, is ok if potter take care of you while im gone?”, he said in his broken english. you looked at him confused, “what do you mean by “takes care of me?”.” you had a slight idea of what he meant but you didn’t want to assume wrongly and have your boyfriend be disgusted by your thoughts. “i mean like, you get lonely,eh? so while i leave he takes care of you. sleeps in bed with you, drives you to school, can fuck you, you know?”, he said so casually you almost weren’t shocked he actually said the last part. you were almost sure this was a trap. i mean, how do you respond to your boyfriend asking if you it was ok if his best friend fucked you while he was out of town? he could the see the loss of words expression planted on your face clearly. he quickly reassured you, “i will be on phone while he does, i wont be mad. you need to be taken care of księżniczka, i understand this.”. you got worried by these words, “so you’ll be sleeping with other women while your gone?”, you said trying your hardest not to sound jealous, although you could tell as soon as the words left your mouth that jealousy ran through them. “nie nie, i will not touch another girl, i swear. i only want you to be taken care of, i take care of myself while you’re on the phone. i can watch and help him make you feel good, which will make me feel good, understand?”, he said. you understood exactly what he was saying, he wanted you to fuck theo on the phone with him whilst he guided theo, listened in, and jerked off. to be perfectly honest this didn’t seem like a bad idea to you. you and boris had never had a “vanilla” sex life. you looked up at boris with a smirk, “if it’s something you want to try, i’m ok with that.”. he looked back at you with an excited look in his eyes, “this will be fun, eh? if you try and don’t like we won’t do again, ok?”, he said reassuring you. you were fairly sure you’d like it though. i mean, nothing would ever be as good as having boris in the flesh, but you were pretty sure you could get off with theo under the right circumstances. “ok let’s do it. as long as your on the phone and talking to me, i think it might be fun.”, you told him. “of course księżniczka, and if he try’s to touch you while i’m not listening you tell me and i’ll beat the shit outta him.”,he said sternly. “deal.”, you replied. which is exactly how you got yourself in the situation you were in now, theo standing in your room in nothing but his boxers, and boris on facetime as you lie on the bed in nothing but his tshirt and your panties.

theo was shy at first, but after a few more reassurances from boris over the phone, he had eventually loosened up about it. theo came over to the bed leaning above you, feet on the floor, hands on your cheeks. “can i kiss her?”, he spoke to boris as he looked in your eyes. “yes potter.”, boris said as you held your phone in your hand for him to watch. theo leaned down and began kissing you gently, as if he was trying his very hardest to keep himself composed. “fuck potter, she’s not going to break.”, boris said laughing as he watched. theo took this as permission to immediately stick his tounge on yours, exploring the roof of your mouth, and intertwining his tongue with yours. he kissed you passionately, as you could hear boris breathing heavily, most likely already palming himself through his boxers. you could tell how much this excited boris just from sounds of his breaths. theo climbed on top you breaking the kiss, and reaching for your underwear before he was quickly cut off by boris. “nie. you have to get her ready first potter.”, he said roughly, “tease her, yes?”. theo moved his hand away from the band of your underwear, and grabbed your phone to prop it up on your nightstand. “h-how do i do that bor?”, you loved the way theo talked to boris like you weren’t even there. you loved feeling like you were boris’s. his property. his girl. “she likes it when you..eh….how you say…slap? nie nie, spank.”, boris said watching theo. theo looked down at you, “are you okay with that?”, he said with some worry in his voice. “i say she okay with that, she likes. don’t worry potter, i do all the time, you’ll see.”, boris told him growing impatient. theo moved to the side of you and flipped you around in one quick motion. as soon as you were on his stomach he began groping your ass and groaning at the way it felt on his hand. immediately, without warming, his soft touches turned into rough slaps. you let out a throaty moan as you lay on your stomach, head turned to the side, and eyes on your phone to watch boris. “is that good księżniczka?”, boris asked with a smirk. “it’s *slap* so good *slap*, fuck!”, you said as the burning pain in your ass grew. theo was not holding back on you. everytime his hand collided with your skin you let out soft whines and deep moans.

“now feel her potter, you can tell she likes yes?”, boris said, you could hear him jerking off from the phone. it suprised you how much he was into this, usually he hated other men even looking at you. you supposed he just trusted theo enough to treat you correctly and under his command. theo gave your ass one final slap and trailed his fingers down you thighs, feeling your pussy from behind. “fuck bor, she’s soaking through her underwear, she’s so damn wet already.”, theo replied with a hint of suprise in his voice. the praise made mixed with his fingers trailing up and down your clothed slit made you moan. boris laughed, “ha! what did i tell you potter? she likes! she gets wet so easily, don’t you шлюха?”. “yes bor mmmm so easy.”, you said still watching him. “just wait till you taste her, eh? swear she tastes fucking amazing.”, boris told theo as he let out a groan. “can i? i wanna see what you’re always bragging about.”, theo asked boris in a voice that was filled with lust. theo’s words only made you more wet. did boris really brag about the way you tasted? your thoughts were interrupted by boris’s answer, “da.”. theo flipped you back around on your back and slid off your panties like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. “bend knees, y/n. be patient with him, and keep eyes on me, ok?”, boris told you sternly. you quickly nodded and put bent your legs, spreading them apart slowly, as you were told. theo watched, his eyes huge, like he had just found gold. you were surprised when theo spoke directly to you, almost in a purr, “fuck, you’ve got such a pretty pussy y/n”. your cheeks flushed with red, as you had never heard him speak this way before, especially towards you. without waisting another second, he sunk his face into your pussy, making you let out a small moan. boris spoke to you, “pick me up and turn me around, i want to see how he’s doing kochanie.”. you picked up your phone, switching to its back camera with shaking hands. “nie nie nie potter”, boris said,”don’t move head, only move tongue. dip your tongue into her and circle her clit with thumb, da?”, theo didn’t respond, he didn’t even come up for air, he simply followed boris’s directions, making you release a full loud moan. theo of course wasn’t as good at this as boris of course, but damn. his tongue moved rapidly as his finger traced small passionate circles on your throbbing clit. you switched the camera back to the front, so boris could see your face. “ohh, are we being good little игрушка for daddy’s friend? we are aren’t we? you like when he fucks you with his tongue?”, boris flipping his camera to show you him slowly stroking his long cock. “mmm ah ah! fuck! yes bor, yes daddy. being mmm so good, feels so good. i’m gonna cum fuck!”, you moaned to boris as theo kept his pace. “potter stop. stop touching her.”, boris said calmly yet very loudly. theo shot up, making you whine, being left at the edge of orgasm. “what? did i do something wrong??”, theo said, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “nie, you did right, but you can’t let her cum that easy. y/n show him your mouth, da?”, boris said looking back and forth at both of you. though boris didn’t phrase it correctly, you knew what he meant from him saying these words to you often. you closed your legs and crawled over to theo, pushing him down on the bed. theo, now laying on his back looked confused. you trailed your hand down his chest, to his stomach until you reached the band of his boxers. you pulled them down harshly, watching his cock slap against his stomach. fuck. theo was big. not as big as boris of course, boris was huge, girthy, and fit in your pussy perfectly. but theo, he was bigger than what you imagined. “grab me and show me, i want to see her work.”, boris said in a demanding voice. theo quickly grabbed the phone and flipped the camera, right as you grabbed his long thick cock drawing a,“fuckk”, from his lips. you examined his length, softly brushing his red tip with your thumb.

you slowly leaned down and begin licking the precum off his tip, as you made direct eye contact with the camera of the phone, as you heard both theo and boris groaning. at first you took a small part of his length in your mouth, swirling your tongue around on his tip. theo let out ungodly moans and words under his breath, which was nothing compared to the noise he made when you suddenly took his whole length into your mouth. you used your right hand to wrap around and stroke the small part of his length you couldn’t fit in your throat, and your left hand to gently fondle his balls. theo made noises you’d never heard in your life, loud whimpering moans and screams of pleasure. boris usually just made throaty groans, and soft whiny noises. “fuck dude i’m gonna nut mmmmm her mouth is so fuck fuck-”, you heard boris snap his fingers, and pulled away from theo’s dick immediately, causing him to loudly gasp and buck his hips up, desperately trying to catch your mouth again. “BORIS WHAT THE FUCK?!”, theo yelled irritated. “you can’t cum yet, you won’t be able to fuck her, she needs dick, understand?”, boris explained. theo only replied in a pissed off sigh, flipping him the camera back to selfie mode and setting it on the night stand again, before harshly grabbing you and throwing you on the flat again. he hovered over you, his hands on either side of your shoulders. “can i please fuck her now boris? your killing me, i need to feel this teases pussy.” theo said, his face turned towards the phone staring at boris. this of course made both you and Boris smirk uncontrollably. “someone’s getting impatient, eh? yes potter, you fuck her now.”, boris said trying his best not to chuckle. without a word back to boris, or a warning, theo thrusted his full length into you, making both of you let out a loud moan. boris grunted loudly as he watched your face, stroking his own dick. “fuck boris mmm, how is she still so tight?”, theo said in a rough voice. “don’t know, she always is, is like magic.”. boris said breathing extra heavy. theo slowly thrusted in and out of you, his cock filling you up, yet boris’s sounds were what made you clinch your sheets in your fists. theo had not stopped moaning since he had thrusted into you, and was now kissing and biting your neck leaving bruises on your soft skin. you knew boris did not approve, he was very stern about marking you as his, yet he didn’t say anything, too lost in the moment to care right now. “fuck bor, he feels good.”, you moaned, eyes half on boris, half on the sweaty theo on top of you. boris only let out a moan and and slight smile as a reply. in a split second theo flipped you over and command, “arch”, you did as he said and arched your back. now, ur elbow and knees on the bed, and your ass arched in the air, he began to position himself with you. you bit the pillow in front of you, knowing you were going to be too loud when he pushed into you. just as boris opened his mouth to tell theo to take out the pillow, theo yanked it out and whispered in your ear, “nooo we want to hear you y/n, please you sound so pretty.”, sending shivers up your spine. theo threw the pillow and pushed his length into you, extracting a long moan from your lips. you felt your walls tightening and your stomach forming a knot as theo hit your sweet spot. boris saw the look on your face, as you heard him immediately sped up his hand. “let him cum first, yes?”, he said as he groaned. “yes sir”, you whined as you felt theo’s trusts getting sloppier. “fuck fuck fuck, boris i’m gonna cum.”, theo said, never slowing down his pace. “cum at the same time as her potter. i will count, understand?”, boris replied. you and theo both frantically nodded as boris began to count. “3,2,…..1”, as soon as boris said one both you and theo let out all kinds of noises. theo stayed inside of you and let you grind up and down as you rode out your high. boris let out multiple russian words and a huge groan not long after.

theo took himself out of you and fell onto his stomach on the bed, as you turned around and fell on your back. all three of you panted heavy and sat in silence until boris spoke up, “was that good księżniczka?”. you picked up the phone, “it was a nice replacement for you baby.”, you said knowing boris could fuck you far better, but not wanting to hurt theo’s feelings. boris understood this and chucked, then told you to give the phone to theo, who was now laying on his back grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. “thank you potter.”, boris said sincerely, “but if you ever mark her again without my permission i’ll knock you out cold.”, he added with full seriousness in his voice. theo nodded, too happy to care about these words, he passed the phone and cigarette to you and took off his glasses. “do you want me to sleep here y/n?”, he said looking at you. boris answered for you, “yes and drive her to school in morning. now go make her a snack before bed.”. before you could tell either one of them you weren’t hungry, theo was walking downstairs into your kitchen. “you eat and then go to sleep, yes?”, boris asked you in a voice that sounded more like he was telling you. “okay baby.”, you said propping your phone on the nightstand and closing your eyes. you fell asleep before theo even came back upstairs, but when you woke up in the morning boris was still on the phone snoring, theo was asleep clinging to your arm, and a grilled cheese was on your nightstand. you smiled and looked at boris before dozing back off to sleep.

that one was shorter then my other one but hope you like it!!!

translation’s in polish:

•księżniczka- princess

•nie- no

•da- yes

russian translations:

•шлюха- whore

•игрушка- toy

[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.

[gggoldfinch]

From Eden — Chapters 1-3

Cooper Howard "The Ghoul" x Reader/OFC

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[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

[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.