#the goldfinch smut

[urfavoritedcwhore]

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

of course pookie😘😘

say it//boris x !fem!reader

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

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

not proof read

lowercase intended

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

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

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

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

[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]

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

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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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[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

[ifangirlalot]

boris eating out reader hcs??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ach, kochanie - ah, darling (Polish)

Moje serce - my heart (Polish)

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

[paradiseismine]

Love at first bite - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part eighteen

chapter two

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, swearing, “pulling out” as “bc”, !minors DNI!

not proof read

lowercase intended

part eighteen, chapter two: the beginning of something new part 2

boris is still laying in between my legs looking at me with stupid sexy fucking grin. "come here.", i say in a more demanding tone then i intended. he chuckles softly and crawls up me, his hands on either side of my shoulders as he hovers over me. i push him over so that he falls on his back on the bed. before he has the chance to say anything, i climb on top of him and sit right on his clothed dick. his eyes open slightly wider and his grin grows, "eager eh?", he says lifting an eyebrow and propping himself up on his elbows. i think about responding, but like i said, it's my turn to tease him. i roll my hips back and forth, letting my bare center rub against his clothed cock and let out a small moan. the grin of his face is quickly wiped away with a groan from him, "fuck", he breathes out, his eyes glued on my my movements against him. he scoots back, grabbing my hips and moving me with him as he props his back against the headboard. one of his hands disconnects from my hip and begins to reach out for my pussy. i grab his wrist quickly, still moving my hips back and forth, "not yet.", i say with a moan. when i tell you this man whines, im being dead fucking serious. he literally lets out a whine from the back of my throat as i hold his wrist back. "want to touch", he says in a desperate voice that i've never heard him use before. i chuckle softly before being cut off from another small moan that escapes my lips, "you had your fun, let me have mine.", i say back shakily. the way his bulge is hitting my clit is genuinely driving me crazy. i speed up my movements letting out a throaty moan as he returns his stray hand back to my hip, looking at me in what i can only describe as awe. his hips buck up and he groans softly, "driving me crazy.", he mumbles. i don't respond, instead i lift up from his lap. "take them off.", i say trying to sound demanding but instead sounding desperate. he nods quickly and slides off his pants in a flash, revealing his black boxers, raised up in a tent over his cock. i moan again looking down at it. he slides off his boxers as quickly as he slid off his pants, throwing them to the floor and looking back up at me. my jaw drops, like drops so hard i feel like there are weights in my mouth. it's true what they say about skinny tall boys. it's so fucking true. this man is packing. his cock rests on his stomach, and if i had to give an estimate of his size i'd say it's at least 7 or 7 1/2 inches. and holy fuck. maybe this is tmi but i don't care, he's girthy you guys. like truly the girthiest man i've ever seen. i let my eyes trail back up to his. "boris, what the fuck.", i say in disbelief of his size. he chuckles, "yea?", he asks like he already knows my answer. i nod quickly, "yea.", i say back. "lay down.", he commands as he keeps his eyes on me. i'm not one to take orders from a man but, within two seconds i'm on my back laying beside him. he moves to hover back over me with a serious look on his face, "i go slow.", he says looking in my eyes. i shake my head, "no.", i say back instantly. he chuckles, "yes. want to feel ever inch of me go inside you.", he says dragging his cock up and down my slit. i'm in no position to argue with him. to be honest i would agree to anything this man said to me right now with the way the tip of his cock is running up and down me. i let out a moan and nod, "okay okay.", i agree frantically. he grins and nods before looking down and lining himself up with my entrance, "ready?", he asks looking back up at me. i nod my head quickly swallowing my own spit in anticipation.

he keeps his eyes on me as he pushes himself in, painfully slow. he groans loudly as i gasp, letting my eyes roll back. my legs involuntarily wrap around his waist and push his full length into me. i swear i can see his eyes roll back as i let out a long moan. "oh fuck", i moan out as i keep my eyes on his. he slowly begins pushing himself in and out of me, his breath shakey. "o cholera, chcę ci wypierdolić mózg.", he mumbles out in a groan. hearing him speak polish or Russian or whatever the fuck that was only makes me moan louder. he picks up his pace slightly as he study's my face intensely. "boris that's so fucking good.", i whine out in between moans. "so tight, so perfect.", he says back to me as he groans shakily. he brings his hand down in-between our bodies as he finds my clit a circles it with his thumb gently. my back arches, i mean for real, it literally disconnects from the bed. there is no way in hell he's only been with one girl before. i moan loud, "oh fuck boris", i say in a moan. he moans loudly, his thrusts grow sharper, "want you to cum.", he says continuing to look down at me, "want you to cum so bad".

i nod frantically and let out a throaty moan, "fuck keep doing that.", i say breathlessly. he picks up the pace of the circles he's tracing on my clit, his thrusts remaining sharp and calculated. now real quick, i remind you all im not a girl who *usually* cums fast. i'm the kind of girl who needs about, 15-20 minutes of foreplay, and a good 30 minutes of fucking. that being said..... "oh fuck i'm gonna cum", i whine out as i grip his shoulders tightly. "cum, please please cum.", he says in a dominant yet begging voice. when i say i have never came harder in my damn life. i grip his shoulders even harder and let my eyes roll back as my walls clench around him. my veins feel as if someone's pumping warm water into them, and my lower stomach practically explodes. i moan loudly as i cum on his cock, "fuck!!", i yell out loud enough that theo in boris's house can hear. he studies my face, his own contorting in pleasure as his slightly smirks, "co za dobra dziewczyna", he mumbles. he thrusts into me three more times before pulling out quickly and wrapping his hand around himself and pumping himself. almost immediately he cums all over my stomach, groaning and panting. i lay and watch him, like a love struck idiot. he has never looked so beautiful. his chest moving up and down rapidly, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his hand still wrapped around himself as he hovers over me. "holy fuck", i breathe out, in a trance from the sight of him and the remainder of my high washing away. he turns his body and flops beside me, taking his hand away from himself and turning his head to look at me. "jesteś cholernie niesamowity.", he says with a disbelieving smile.

i chuckle softly, "english boris.", i remind him as my breathing evens out. he shakes his head, siting up and running his hand through his black curls as he chuckles. "so amazing. you're just...amazing.", he says still looking at me. he leans down and grabs the towel i took off from my shower on the ground beside my bed. he gently wipes his cum off my stomach and kisses my softly and passionately. he disconnects from my lips a whispers against them, "i want to do again". i chuckle and sit up as he leans back, "later, i promise.", i look down at my twitching legs. he follows my gaze and places a hand over my right thigh gently as he narrows is his eyebrows, "is okay?", he asks concerned. it takes everything in me not to burst out into laughter. okay i totally believe him now, he's definitely only been with one girl. i place my hand on top of him and he returns his concerned gaze to my eyes. "it's okay, i just came really hard so im a little sensitive.", i explain to him with a soft smile. his concerned expression automatically turns into a proud expression and a smirk, "i do that, yea?", he says proudly. i chuckle deeply and nod my head, "yea". he nods his head slowly and moves his hand from my thigh to around my waist, pulling me as close as possible to him. "so beautiful lucy, so pretty", he says tracing circles with his thumb on my waist, "you taste like cherry.". i raise my eyebrow and chuckle. i lay my head on his shoulder, "im so damn tired", i say truthfully. i feel his body vibrates under my head as he laughs, "always tired.", he says back to me. well fuckin excuse me for being tired after getting absolutely undone by your cock. no no, this is a sweet moment. i nod my head and yawn, "mmm lemme sleep for a few minutes.", i say back closing my eyes. he lays back down flat taking me with him. he moves his arm from my waist to around my shoulders, pulling my head onto his chest. "sleep anioł", he says softly rubbing my shoulder. "kocham Lucy", i hear him mumbling to himself and chuckling as i drift off. the final thought i have before my dreams take over my mind? i fucking love this man.

a/n: hello my lovely readers, i’m sorry for making you wait so long for this part. also i know it’s not the longest part but don’t fear, i have no intentions of ending this story anytime soon. also, currently working on two henry winter fanfics that were requested today, so those will be out soon. thank you to the people who requested those, and thank you to the people who are still invested in this story:)))

[ifangirlalot]

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

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✧˚ finn ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

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

What are his favorite positions?

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

How freaky is he?

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

How noisy is he?

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

How long does he usually last?

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

Protection or no?

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

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✧˚ miles ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

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

What are his favorite positions?

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

How freaky is he?

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

How noisy is he?

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

How long does he last?

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

Protection or no?

Lmao, no. Good joke, though.

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✧˚ boris ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

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

What are his favorite positions?

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

How freaky is he?

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

How noisy is he?

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

How long does he last?

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

Protection or no?

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

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✧˚ ziggy ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

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

What are his favorite positions?

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

How freaky is he?

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

How noisy is he?

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

How long does he last?

Thirty minutes tops for him. Not bad.

Protection or no?

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

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[ A Note From Zee ]

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

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part seventeen

chapter two

warnings: swearing, oral s3x, smoking, edging, !minors DNI!

not proof read

lowercase intended

part seventeen, chapter two: the beginning of something new

i walk in my house, heading straight for my shower. i walk up my stairs, through my room, and into my bathroom. i look in the mirror and inspect myself. my face is more red then it's usual pale color and my hair is absolutely crazy. i take down my atrocious bun, and run my fingers through my hair. my extensions are falling out big time. there is nothing i hate more than taking my extensions out myself. normally, my dad would pay for me to go to a hairdresser, but that's not really an option anymore. i grab my eyebrow scissors and feel for the thread in my hair. i cut it off, and begin working my fingers through the sewing. it takes me all of 15 minutes to get them out, my arms burning from keeping them up at my head for so long. i lay them out on my bathroom sink. i'll have mom reinstall them tomorrow. just as im thinking of her, my phone rings with her contact picture. i my phone up and answer the call, "hey momma!", i say cheerfully. "hey baby.", she says with a suspicious hint of "something's wrong" in her voice. "you okay?", i ask concerned. "yes, yes i'm okay hun. but i do have something to ask you.", she says warily. "would you be super mad at me if i told you i have a date tonight and that i may not come home till tomorrow afternoon?", she blurts out fast. i think for a moment. usually it would upset me that she's bailing on me, but the fact that she's going on her first date since dad excites me. i laugh, "oooo a date? no i'll be fine, we can watch movies tomorrow.", i say cheerfully. i don't want her to feel guilty about putting herself back out there. i can practically hear her smile through the phone, "yes! a super nice man from work wants to take me to the casino and have a few drinks! i figured i better stay at marcy's, (her new friend from work she's mentioned to me a few times) , if im gonna be drinking.", she tells me. "that sounds really nice mom. i'm so excited for you!", i say, half truthfully now that i know she'll be drinking tonight. "your the best daughter in the world you know that?", she says laughing. "actually i do in fact know that.", i say back cockily. she laughs for a moment again, "well can one of those boys take you to school tomorrow?", she asks me. to be completely real, i had forgotten about school completely. "yea, im sure they wouldn't mind.", i say, knowing that i would most likely have to beg boris to let me drive to school myself if i had my truck. "awesome!", i can hear someone talking to her as she responds. "well im gonna go take a shower, have fun momma!", i say trying to not hold her up from her date. "i love you lucy bug, be good!", she tells me. "im always good, YOU be good. have lots of fun and text me when you get to marcy's tonight.", i say back slightly feeling like im parenting my mother. she giggles her signature high pitched giggle and we say our goodbyes.

i hang up the phone and let out a breath as i return my gaze to the mirror, inspecting my hair again. without my extinctions, my hair falls just above my shoulders. it's not a bad look, but i still prefer having my long hair. i walk over to the shower, twisting the knob and turning on the hot water. i take off boris's sweater and the mystery girls shorts from theo's room, laying them on top of the toilet. i remove my undergarments, flinging them into my dirty clothes hamper, and step into the shower. the warm water instantly relaxes me. i let it hit my face before grabbing my shampoo bottle and lathering the shampoo on my hair. i massage it into my scalp, realizing i used slightly too much. i always do that when i take out my extensions. i rinse it out, and apply my conditioner, letting it sit while i wash my body. after about five more minutes, i wash the conditioner out of my hair and step out of the shower. i grab a towel from the rack on my wall and wrap it around me. i go to the mirror and grab my blow dryer from under my sink. with the length of my hair right now, getting it dry barley takes any time.i run my fingers through my, now dry, hair and leave the bathroom, walking into my room and throwing on shorts and a sports bra. i sit on my bed and pick up the book im reading, losing myself utterly in it. i glance up at my alarm clock after what feels like twenty minutes of reading, and see the time read: 10:43pm. i close my book and make my back to my bathroom, brushing my teeth in preparation for bed. as i turn off the water i hear a tiny knock in my room. i walk out of my bathroom, half expecting to be knocking at my door, ready to tell me that her date was a bust. i open my bedroom door and see no one outside of it. i hear a louder knock behind me. you've gotta be kidding me. i turn around and low and behind, boris is knocking at my window with a toothy grin.

i roll my eyes and walk to my window unlocking it. i open it and move out of him way as he crawls into my room. "boris. when the truck isn't here you can use the door.", i remind him letting out a sigh. "you say your mom was home tonight?", he replies looking confused. "she was supposed to be but...she got held up at work.", there's really no reason for me to not tell him about the date. i just don't want to. i hear laughing from outside of my window. i hold the seal and look down. "potter say i climb funny.", boris says lighting a cigarette with his back to the window. theo's standing in my yard absolutely dying. "go home decker!", i shout down at him shaking my head and trying to repress a laugh. "oh lucy lu, lucy lu, let down your hair!", he calls back laughing even louder. i look up at boris as i laugh, "is he drunk?", i ask glancing back down at him. "nie, just high. he sleeps at my house tonight. when we get back to potters after dropping you off, xandra and larry were there fighting. we leave and go back to my house. he say he will stay in my room with popchyk.", boris tells me shrugging. i look down at theo, slightly guilty at not inviting him over. boris sees my face, "is fine. he wants to be alone tonight.", he tells me, placing a hand on my back. theo's laughter dies down, "goodnight!", he shouts up, beginning to walk to boris's house. "goodnight!", i call back down before closing my window. i turn back around and look at boris, "i assume your planning to sleep here?", i say looking at the small backpack he has on his back. "yes, i always want to sleep next to you lu.", he tells me before walking out to my bedside table to put out his cigarette.

i follow him, plopping myself back down on my bed. he stands over my for a moment, studying me. he combs his fingers through my hair, "is short.", he states like he's telling me something i didn't already know. "i took out my extensions.", i reply to him, looking up at his puzzled face. "extensions?", he asks back confused. "fake hair that you put on to make your real hair look longer.", i explain to him without going into too much detail. he smiles at me, his fingers still running through my hair, "i like.", he tells me genuinely. i smile up at him, "thank you.". he walks over to the other side of my bed, sitting down beside me. he turns his body towards me, "spread legs, let me play Kochanie.", he says with a smirk, so nonchalantly i thought i must of heard him wrong. "what?", i ask back, my face slightly red. "you hear me.", he says back to me, still smirking. i guess we're really doing this. i look down at my shorts with my face red, beginning to slide them off. he grabs my wrist softly, "nie, not yet.", he says, his eyes still on me. i move my hand from the rim of my shorts, and prop my back up against the head board. i drag my knees up, spreading them apart as my feet flatten on the bed. i would be lying if i said i wasn't nervous and fucking thrilled at the same time. he crawls to the opening in my legs, laying on his stomach, his face INCHES away from my pussy. his smirk is so big i wouldn't be surprised if his face was sore tomorrow. he shifts his eyes between me and my core. he brings a hand to my left thigh, gently squeezing it, "is okay, yes?", he asks looking up at me. "yes.", i respond back, my breath hitching on my answer. his eyes return to my clothed core, he begins sliding on index finger up and down my slit. i let out a sigh and try to move my hips against his finger.

he looks up at me pulling his finger away, "no move.", he tells me raising his eyebrows. "haven't you teased me enough today?", i blurt out in a tone more whiny than i intended it to be. he chuckles, "let me...what is word?", he thinks for a moment, "savor? ah yes, savor this, okay?", he says returning his finger to place it just was. "do you want me to go easy on you lalka?", he asks me still looking at me. what is this man talking about. "easy?", i ask slightly confused. he chuckles again, "do you want me to be gentle?", he rephrases. i think for a moment before shaking my head no. he smirks and nods his head, "good.". "lift up hips.", he says as he gets on his knees. i lift up my hips quickly in hopes he's going to remove my shorts. he does just that. he hooks his fingers around the hem of them and strips them off of me, throwing them to the ground. he looks back down at my bare pussy, "no underwear?", he says chuckling as he turns his head to the side, to look at me from all angles. "very good.", he says before i can speak. "can i play?", he asks still staring at my bare core. i don't know what it is about him using the word, "play", but im absolutely loving it. his accent twists the "a" sound the word makes, and it makes me feral as fuck. i nod frantically. he laughs softly. he slides one finger down my slit and pops it in his mouth, licking my juices off of it. i swear i see his pupils grow and his eyes glow with hunger. he looks up at me and mutters a polish word under his breath. before i know it, he's grabbing the unders of my thighs and sitting them on his shoulders, pulling me flat on the bed. without wasting a moment, he immediately begins licking my pussy up and down. i moan louder than i think i ever have before. he takes his finger and begins rubbing my clit while i pushed his tongue in and out of my entrance. i close my eyes, letting his movements engulf me. i move my hips back and forth in his face as i let out high pitched whimpers. now i want to make one thing clear: i am not the type of girl who cums super fast...usually. but as i've stated before, it's been months since i've gotten any type of action. i speed up my hips, rolling them faster on boris's face. right as im about to reach my high, that fucker drops my legs and disconnects his mouth from my body. i whine impatiently and prop myself up on my elbows, “whyyy?”, i question half annoyed and half even more turned on. “i want to watch your face when i make you cum for the first time, and i can’t do that when head is buried inside your legs, yes?”, he says pushing back the curls of his hair draped in front of his eyes. he looks at me when his hair is out of his eyes, i feel my face hot and most likely red. “you are so beautiful.”, he says moving up to me and cupping my check with his hand. i’ve had just about enough of him being sweet, i want his to fuck my brains out. i guess im just gonna have to tease him as hard as he continues to tease me. game on.

A/N: mwahahahaha dw, the next part will be even smuttier.

[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.

[netherfeildren]

Fear of God : Masterlist

Artwork is The Goldfinch by Carel Fabritius

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC

Summary: What was monstrousness? What was it, but a certainty that there existed within you multitudes of desires, needs, guilts, impulses – humanity? At the end of the world, when the dust has finally settled, Joel grapples with what it is to take hold of your own monstrosity – your own humanity – and live with it. And what it is to bear that truth in the palm of your hand held towards the person you love, offer it to them, and have it be accepted for what it was. Courage, above all else, it is courage that is necessary to go on.

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Big bad Joel Miller falls in love and doesn't know how to deal with it.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content: Age gap, smut, angst, grief, PTSD, canon typical violence, discussions of medical procedures/illness, emotional unavailability, pregnancy

Word Count: 55K

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Chapter I: I dreamt that time had ended

Chapter II: Although a monster [Joel] could be charming in company

Chapter III: Your bitter heart, heals my heart

Chapter IV: Mouth full of blood

Chapter V: Love humiliates you

Chapter VI: The indignity of suffering

Chapter VII: For: Before

Chapter VIII: The Fisher King

Chapter IX: What should we believe in next?

Epilogue: Birdie

Birdie's House: Extras

Did the loneliness die that night?

Summary: Birdie and Joel’s first time.

I am a lantern

Summary: Birdie realizes she’s pregnant.

Joel

Summary: Writing exercise, not part of canon story line - Joel passes away.

My Whole Life

Summary: The family celebrates Joel’s birthday.

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🎶 FoG Companion Playlists:

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(This is not only a compilation of songs that reminded me of the story, but also songs I listened to over and over again during my writing process)