#the goldfinch imagine

[red-moon-at-night]

After doing some research on the types of pets people had in ancient Greece, I'd like to imagine that Helen is the sort of person who has a whole menagerie of birds — and she loves each and every one of them very, very much.

It fits well with her being good at mimicry, you know. Talking and imitating and singing with her beloved birds 💜

Close up under the read more:

I had to include that one necklace from the minoan 'saffron goddess' fresco because it's my favourite thing Ever

[ifangirlalot]

finn comforting and praising thick!reader while they fuck n hes so soo rough while he talks her though it hhhfhhfhfhshs ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

can i be ur 🍥 anon :oo

┊ ➶ 𝓯inn wolfhard x 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓿𝔂!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 & 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 | afab!reader, creampie, curve fetish, praise, spanking

Love Note From Zee ;;

welcome to the filth fam, 🍥 nonnie!

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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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[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Finn Wolfhard…

(My fanart, I’ve made about three changes to it, hope it’s still good!) (HELL OF A SUMMER 2025)

Older Boreo (In my opinion, “why didn’t they kiss?” their lips were just a few inches apart…. “Boris, take the freaking opportunity, it was right there in front of you!” 😭)

(Hear me out, Boreo with this song? Gold 👌🏼✨)

[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.

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

We need to talk about Tartt’s character descriptions

More Donna Tartt praise.

She writes human physical descriptions in the most genuine and true-to-life ways. I didn’t even realize how many books do not go into the actual nuance of human appearances until I read TSH and Goldfinch.

I think most books kind of categorize people as pretty, ugly, or plain then lean into what generally makes people pretty, ugly, or plain plus hair and eye colors. I love how Tartt’s books make characters appear how the majority of people really do: an assortment of specific details. There’s Boris’s bitten nails and how Henry is big and square but does not carry himself as if he is. Bunny is a once-muscled guy (now more chubby) whose naturally good looks are starting to get a little sloppy. His nose is also a bit small/sharp for his face shape. Camilla is pretty, and we hear about her thick ankles and the way her curls rest at her temples. Francis is nice-looking because he carries and styles himself well, but we hear that those things compensate for his kind of beaky nose and boney angles.

Pippa is another great example! Theo describes her looks as tender and precious. She comes across as very cute in a homely way. But we hear that her eyes look “naked” because her lashes are so pale (I can imagine this so well!) and that her nose is long. Her cheeks are thin. Theo notes these things, and thinks she’s pretty anyway; he assumes he must have some personal affinity for her and is given a wake-up call when Everett also finds these traits cute.

OH actually let me squeeze in Mr. Barbour here. Because lol???

His eyes were a queer unstable gray and his hair was pure white, which made him seem older than he was until you noticed that his face was young and pink — boyish, even. His ruddy cheeks and his long, old-fashioned nose, in combination with the prematurely white hair, gave him the amiable look of a lesser founding father, some minor member of the Continental Congress teleported to the twenty-first century.

This is so specific and so easy to see. It stuck out to me when I read it, and my mom mentioned it to me when she read it. She said she was really hit by Andy’s dad’s description and thought it was funny but did a really good job delivering an image.

It’s just so real and gets at how normal people actually are: not always pretty in a “safe” way. Tartt has the guts to give you a description of an actual unique, textured person and say “This is nice.” Or, in Bunny’s case, give someone who is basically handsome but not necessarily pleasant-looking. Theres so much nuance, and it’s honest.

It kind of made me rethink how I write human descriptions. There are “safe” things to point out that become a little insubstantial if you combine too many of them: “The pretty girl has glossy hair and curves and bright blue eyes.” And then there’s going into actual shapes and the way people carry themselves and how some features look against others. It honestly just makes the characters really pop and they’re easy to envision.

[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..

[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!

[goldfinchwrites]

Thank god someone is speaking out about the men being all written as handsome squidwaed epidemic

[sleevebuscemii]

biblically accurate boris. to me.

[sparklygraves]

a little poem pov Theo from the 8 yrs of Boris-less-ness post-Vegas:

[ifangirlalot]

can you pleaseeeee do a boris smut I crave it please I don't actually care about the plot I just need a boris smuttttt 🫶 also I love your writing.

if you don't wanna do it that's fine lovee

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ˎˊ˗ | starring boris pavlikovsky

OMG! Thanks so much <3 I live to write in sin 😌 Enjoy this absolute filth.

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] don't try this at home, degrading, choking, riding while driving, ukranian insults/petnames used, public sex kink (technically), unsafe sex

*y'all this is just straight up fucking filthy- so, enjoy this for all you guys and gals in your hoe phase*

xoxo, zee

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[Name]'s POV

Being honest, when the new Ukranian foreign exchange asked me in broken English if I was 'into riding foreigns', I thought he meant like cars. As any sane person would. Currently, I sure as hell was riding a foreign, but it sure as hell was not a foreign car.

I was riding a foreign who just so happened to be driving a car.

Boris stomped on the gas pedal, and in my cock drunk haze, I didn't really focus on the danger of what we were doing right now, as I bounced my hips against his cock, my panties around my ankles and my body against his chest. Boris looked entirely focused, his hips only slightly thrusting up every few seconds, his pale veiny hand grasping the clutch. His dark eyes remained ahead, but I can tell from the flaring of his nostrils that he's very much enjoying this… roadside assistance, if you will.

"B-Boris! Boris, fuuuuuck! What if we- what if we crash.. agh, oh god.." My fingers grasped the dashboard so hard my knuckles were turning white as I bounced my ass even faster. The car was beginning to smell like sex.

At my concern, Boris promptly slapped my tits and snarled under his breath, the hand that wasn't on the steering wheel clutching my waist. "Do not worry about crash, worry about dick, маленькая шлюха."

I didn't even know what he called me, but I'll tell you what, my body really liked that. Based on how sticky my thighs felt now and how my body was bouncing faster and harder, moans spilling out from between my parted lips, I REALLY liked it. Boris's free hand shifted from my waist to my breast, his thumb and forefinger collecting my nipple and rolling it, pinching it, tugging it and letting it snap back into place. I moaned loudly, tilting my body back against him as I threw my head back from the euphoric feeling. All it took was some tit play to make me forget all about the fact that Boris was driving.

His hand crept up from my breasts to my neck. His fingers tightened around my neck, squeezing, making me gasp out for breath, but Boris's grip didn't loosen. Deep down, I really fucking liked that.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel in any coming moment. And Boris wasn't helping matters any.

"Good little American whore is going to cum, eh? Right on my dick. And then I will cum and fill her little pink pussy up with my cum and you will have to go home, your thighs all sticky from me." He smirked and squeezed my throat harder, moving his hips up into mine. I could feel the cool metal of his rings digging into my skin, leaving imprints behind. The metal was so cold it felt like it was burning. I could feel myself clenching around him.

Boris swore under his breath and promptly stomped on the breaks. Both his hands encircled my thighs and pulled them up, my knees pressed against my chest. My face felt like it was in flames from this new, risky position. His fingers pressed between my folds, pulling a sound I didn't even know I was capable of from my throat.

"Faster." He hissed in my ears, I groaned and shoved my hips harder against his.

It wasn't even a full two minutes later and I was screaming and orgasming all over his lap, the white sticky liquid running over his leather seat and dripping to the carpeted floor.

Boris didn't finish that quickly though. He pressed my head against the steering wheel (very convienant how the horn no longer worked) and roughly yet slowly thrusted into my spent body. I could hear him grunting and moaning in a raspy tone of voice. Finally, he muttered, "O kurwa…" and with one more weak thrust I felt his hot seed spill into my body.

[squarerice]

last night i dreamt that donna tartt announced her fourth book while being the guest speaker at my cousin's funeral (yes, dreams are weird lol. willie nelson was also there) the book was in the 600-700 page range and it would be about a female mc who was a cannibal. if her fourth book mentions or alludes to cannibalism in any capacity, i called it in august 2024

[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.

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Lockhart X Reader Idea’s For You!

~LockHart~

~y/n~

Plot For These Idea’s: A Cure For Wellness

Lockhart X Jennifer Check!Reader (your Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body)

Lockhart X Nancy Downs!Reader (your Nancy downs from the craft)

Lockhart X Female!Alastor!Reader (you Alastor from hazbin Hotel but…Female version, you have a human disguise so you can blend in and look human when your not, the only things that stick out is your wide smile)

Lockhart X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: Vengeance)

Lockhart X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (your ink bendy from bendy and the ink machine…but female Version)

Lockhart X Mommy Long Legs!Reader (your mommy long legs from poppy playtime)

Lockhart X Harley Quinn!Reader

Lockhart X Cruella!Reader (inspired by Cruella 2021 version)

Lockhart X Raven!Reader (Raven From Titans 2018)

Lockhart X Veronica Mayday!Reader (your veronica mayday from helluva boss)

Lockhart X Maleficent!Reader

Lockhart X Ahmanet!Reader

Lockhart X Enchantress!Reader (enchantress from Suiside squad)

Lockhart X Agatha Harkness!Reader (your Agatha Harkness from Wanda vision)

Lockhart X Daki!Reader (your Daki from demon slayer)

Lockhart X Nezuko!Reader (your Nezuko from demon slayer)

Lockhart X Captain Marvel!Reader

Lockhart X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Lockhart X Golden Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but golden)

Lockhart X Emerald Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but green)

Lockhart X Amethyst Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but purple)

Lockhart X Sapphire Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Lockhart X Opaque Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but teal/Turquoise)

Lockhart X Tourette’s!Reader

Lockhart X Mute!Blind!Reader (your 100% blind and mute…as for your blindness your a toph beifong kind of blind…you use a notepad and you use sign language)

Lockhart X Deaf!Reader (your 100% deaf so you use sign language)

Lockhart X Pearl!Reader (your Pearl from Pearl 2022)

Lockhart X Gothic!Reader

Lockhart X Insane!Reader

Lockhart X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail 2024)

Lockhart X Succubus!Reader

Lockhart X Demon!Reader

Lockhart X Siren!Reader

Lockhart X Mermaid!Reader

Lockhart X Zombie!Reader

Lockhart X Wednesday!Reader (Jenna Ortega version)

Lockhart X Emotionless!Reader

Lockhart X Male!Reader

Lockhart X Werewolf!Reader

(A/N: Hello! Hope this inspires you!…if you want more inspiration go see my other posts it’s recommended!….remember you can use these ideas if you want to!…Anyways YOUR WELCOME :)

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listen and think of them pls

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Remember that post about Charlie auditioning for Theo, yeah well for all the people confused here’s where I got it from: