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ifangirlalot · 4 months

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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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sluttyitgirl · 8 months

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HERE FOR YOU — FINN WOLFHARD

pairing: finn wolfhard x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, smut , p in v sex, first time, fem receiving, soft sex.

note from jazzy— requests are open!!

"Are you sure..?" finns breath hit my ear as he whispered into it and carresed my thigh while he was in between my legs. I look into his eyes , playing with his hair.

I was topless, and so was he , we've been dating for almost a year, and up until now, we haven't done anything sexual. I knew I loved him , and in his own words, he said he loved me too.

"I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else..." I mumbled , running my thumb across his jaw as I examined every freckle and feature on his face.

He smiled, a smile that made me fall more in love with him every day. He kissed my cheek and then went down to my neck as his hand traveled down to the hem of my shorts. I moved my head up to the side, giving him more access to my neck.

His kisses traveled from my neck to my jawline before he looked up at me, then down at me shorts. As his thumb ran over the button, he looked back at me, waiting for my permission. which I grant him with a nod and a small nervous smile.

Once my pants are off his lips, meet mine again, and my arms wrap around his neck, then to his hair. once he pulled apart, he removed his body off of me to stand up and remove his own pants, I decided to be a bit bold and removed my underwear . his eyes glistened at the sight, and he speaks breathlessly? "God, you're beautiful..." he gulped slightly before removing his own set of boxers.

Once those are off, he climbs back in between my legs , placing a small kiss on my nose. "do I need to use a condom or are you-"

"I'm on a pill, so.." he smiles, nodding

"Are you sure you don't wanna back out now?" he asks softly. I shake my head , "No.." I say, placing my hands on his chest. "I'm ready," I smile softly.

He nods before spreading my legs a bit more. I feel a rising pain under there and groan quietly as finn goes in slowly. "it's okay, precious. I'm here for you," he says as he places kisses around my face. my hands crawl to his back , biting my lip ad he's almost fully in me, and once he is, he sits there for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of his member.

"I got you, baby.." he mumbles , and I look at him."You can move now, finn. " he nods as he pulls out slowly, then goes back in at the same pace. he continues that patern only each time he's a little faster than the last thrust.

"Oh, finn..." I moan while my hands are tugging on his hair, making him groan. "s-shit, you feel so good~ You're doing amazing, baby~" his thrust sped up a bit more, making both of us let out slightly louder sounds. I moan louder as he hits my g-spot over and over just the right way at just the right pace. I was basically in cloud 9 because of the way he moved his hips so perfectly.

"Feel good, my pretty girl? my pretty, pretty girl– fuck" he groans.

"s-so good finn~ please k-keep going~" I mewl.

the sound of wet hot skin clapping and moans mixing fill the room. finn was thrusting harder but in the most gentle and caring way. he whispered in my ear , praising me and leaving kisses, leading me to reach my high. I knew he was close to as he dug his head I into my shoulders, and I could hear mumbled whimpers. "shit I'm close, finn..." I throw my head back , as the knot in my stomach unties and I release onto his cock , making him cum aswell. thank god, i was on a pill.

he stops his sloppy thrusts, and his body falls onto mine before rolling off. he looks at me, still trying to catch his breath slightly, and so am I. I smile weakly at him as his hand travels along the side of my face.

"You were amazing, gorgeous.." he smiled. I pressed my head onto his chest as he messaged my head , helping me fall into a much needed sleep.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finnw #stranger things #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #boris pavlikovsky #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #trevor spengler #mike wheeler smut #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard icon #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things cast

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super-nova5045 · 2 years

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IM CRYING LMAOOOO

my friend has a family friend who went to primary school with finn wolfhard and apparently he was invited to finn wolfhard’s birthday in 2nd grade and this poor family friend didn’t know how to sign birthday cards and signed it “love from JJ” and finn wolfhard called him gay 💀💀💀 IM ACTUALLY LOSING IT

#imagine being called gay by SECOND GRADE FINN WOLFHARD #finn wolfhard #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler #richie tozier #reddie #IT 2019 #IT 2017 #boris pavlikovsky #boreo #the goldfinch #miles fairchild #the turning #LIKE HE PLAYS FIFTY GAY CHARACTERS 💀💀💀 BRO JINX HIMSELF

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an-architect-of-words · 3 months

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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.

#Kitsey and Charles are the only ones who seem kind of straight-forwardly attractive #Donna Tartt is SO observant about people #she nails how people actually act and feel #and how they actually look #I can imagine that she could actually see her characters in her head while writing them #it’s all so charming #the secret history #donna tartt #tsh #bunny corcoran #henry winter #francis abernathy #the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky #pippa blackwell

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fuqsketti · 2 years

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Making out with Mike and getting caught by Holly/Mrs. Wheeler?

caught || mike wheeler x reader

A/N tysm for the request!! <3

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warnings : not smut but a bit heated?? fluff

Y/n had been going to daily outings with her boyfriends friends for years now, nothing new.

All of Mike’s friends had left one by one after spending the majority of the day hanging out with the couple, with the exception of Dustin, who just couldn't seem to get the hint.

“Dusty bun.” Mike teased, in the girliest voice he could muster.

Dustin didn’t even look up from the lego set he was building.

“Stop it- i’m focusing.”

Mike’s face contorted into a scowl

“Doesn’t Suzy normally call you around this time?” He asked, tapping his watch to emphasize his point.

Dustin- again - didn’t look up.

“No, I still have a whole hour before my dearest lovebug calls.” He murmured while placing another lego where it belonged.

Y/n watched this all with an amused smile, she knew what Mike was up to- of course she did.

“Give up.” She mouthed to Mike when he looked at her defeated.

Mike shook his head then turned back to Dustin.

“Hey Dustin.”

Dustin sighed, obviously annoyed and looked up at Mike.

“What Mike?” He said with an obvious attitude that almost made Y/n break into laughter.

Mike smacked his arm

“Your walkie talkie, where is it?” He asked.

Dustin shrugged hitting Mike back in the thigh.

“At home.” He answered.

“Go get it.” Mike said.

Dustin gave him a weird look before asking,

“Why? Why would I do that?”

Mike turned to Y/n once again to telepathically ask why Dustin would have to do that, but Y/n merely responded with a shrug.

“I got these new…” Mike started then trailed off as he looked around his basement for answers.

“Batteries!”

“Y/n bought them for me.” He added, smiling to try and seem convincing.

“Okay?” Dustin was definitely skeptical, putting down his legos on the table.

“They have a new formula, or mechanics.” Mike uttered, he was never too good at lying but he looked at Y/n and decided to press forward.

“Apparently you won’t ever have to replace them, they stay charged.”

“Bullshit.” Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No, no, i’m serious.” Mike assured him, nudging Y/n.

“Mhm.” She hummed, nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine.” Dustin sighed, getting up off the ground and dusting his shorts off.

“But if I come back here and those batteries don’t work your giving me one of your comics.”

“Can I choose which one?” Mike called after Dustin, watching him go to the back door.

“Nope.” Dustin chirped then walked right out.

“See you in a bit!”

“Bye!” Y/n called after him.

When Y/n turned her attention back to Mike, he had moved from the other side of the couch to her side, peppering her face in kisses. Despite the fact that she was certain she had only taken her eyes off him for a mere second.

She was never too good at the whole intimacy thing, she didn’t know what to do or where to start but Mike always seemed to. He somehow just knew.

To say it was intimidating was a bit of an understatement.

Mike had moved his kisses down to her neck, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation.

She could feel Mike smile against her skin.

A slight twinge of pain, caused her gasp

“Mike-!” The eager boy chuckled biting down on her neck.

Mike always did this; He would buy them some time, make the moves on her, and then laugh when they were inevitably caught by his friends.

It had happened one to many times already.

She assumed he enjoyed the thrill.

Maybe he enjoyed seeing her flustered when caught- or maybe liked the idea of everyone knowing who she belonged to.

She wasn’t sure of which and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask.

“Shh.” He shushed her then kissed the spot he had just abused.

She whimpered again, a bit louder this time.

Mike pulled back from her with a smile as he brought a finger to her lips.

“Stop being so loud.” He whispered, with a laugh.

“Don’t wanna get caught.”

He patted his lap and she laughed at how dorky he tended to be yet-still climbed on.

He smiled at her before leaning in, she leaned back, offended that he called her loud, although she knew it to be true.

“Please?” He whispered, his face contorting into a pout.

She chuckled lowly as she complied, closing the gap, their lips moving in sync as soon as they connected.

Mike was a calculated kisser, he took his time, analyzing what she liked, what she seemed overwhelmed by and most importantly what made her buck her hips against his.

He swiped his tounge against her bottom lip to ask for an entrance.

She denied, he growled, one of his wandering hands sliding up her shirt, his cold touch against her warm back making her gasp-

He took advantage and slipped his tongue right in, beginning to play with her bra hinge.

It was always a mystery to Mike Wheeler how those contraptions worked.

His other hand cupped her breast, as their tongue battled for dominance and there she did it. His favorite thing. Her hips bucked against his almost instinctively.

“Good?” He pulled away, a bit out of breath as he whispered- she nodded eagerly, although out of breath, she still pressed those frantic little kisses all over his face, grinding against him the whole time.

He smiled as his hand finally figured out how to unclasp the bra, their lips reconnected, quickly. This time Mike had no patience to be calculated- he just wanted it all.

“What are you guys doing?” A small voice chirped, both teens practically have a heart attack toppling off each-other.

Holly, mikes younger sister, had somehow managed to sneak down into the basement undetected.

“Nothing-!” They both shouted in unison, Y/n quickly moving to cover her breasts- although her bra was not fully off, and her shirt was still on, she still felt exposed.

“Why were you sucking on her face?” Holly asked innocently, tilting her head like a puppy.

“I wasn’t-!” Mike shouted, his face red.

“Oh my god.” Y/n gasped then got up thinking of something quick to distract the young girl.

“Cmon Holly- Uh, let’s go make some lunch.”

Holly grabs onto Y/n’s hand and they start walking towards the stairs

“What we’re you guys doing?” She asked again.

“Nothing sweetie, cmon.” Y/n smiled and let Holly go ahead of her on the stairs since she had heard mike stand up from the couch.

“No- you stay here.” she demanded turning on her heel to look at her boyfriend.

“Why-?” He asked

Instead of answering she lets her eyes talk, them leading down to his…y’know.

“Jesus.” He gripes, covering it with his hands quickly.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek

“Mhm, make sure you lock the door when you come back.” He says with a smile as he crinkles his eyes.

“Whatever.” She teased walking right up,

Yeah, they are never doing that again

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hopelesswritergall · 10 months

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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..

#x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader #boris pavlikovsky #yandere boris pavlikovsky x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #yandere boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x y/n

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reareaotaku · 16 days

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Mean! Boris Pavlikovsky Headcanons

Taglist: @fxchild

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

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

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

You never knew how he truly felt about you

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

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

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

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

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

Makes him want to tease you more

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

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

Laughs and calls you a cry baby

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

"You're such a jerk."

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

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

#boris pavlikovsky x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere boris x reader #yandere boris #boris pavlikovsky #boris x reader #boris imagines #boris pavlikovsky imagines #goldfinch x reader #the goldfinch

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walmarttrashbag · 6 months

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Finnie & Characters Headcanons!

Finn Wolfhard & his characters x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

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

~First Date Headcanons~

Finn:

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

Richie:

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

Mike:

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

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

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

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

Boris:

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

Miles:

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

Trevor:

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

Tyler:

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

Bobert:

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

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

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sneakydraws · 2 years

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@chernychnyi wanted to see adult Theo and boris and I may have… exploded a bit… where’s that post about how in Theo’s life food is often used to signify comfort and security? It was so true, and I think a thanksgiving dinner would be especially meaningful to him :’) so here he is, trying to bring all the people he loves together into a dysfunctional little family and immediately regretting it when he remembers boris’s bottomless arsenal of embarrassing stories. Theo decker lives in fear

And just because this was supposed to be about boris and Theo being cute:

#the goldfinch #boreo #theodore decker #boris pavlikovsky #James Hobart #pippa blackwell #I feel like my pippa and hobbies designs will definitely change once I get around to rereading the book… and also as I draw the #*them more #also I kinda wanted to include the harbours but I knew if I sat down and thought about all their designs I’d NEVER finish this hahaha #just imagine they’re… on their way #*the BARBOURS ffs autocorrect #popchyk

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sluttsxphobia · 2 years

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Is it me or....

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...

☆

Boris has you laid on his bed with you squirming under waiting for some action but Boris is there sitting on the edge of the bed while you unravel in front of him.

"Not so tough now? Hah! You have attitude earlier where it now?" Boris says with a smirk.

You were hanging out with Theo and Boris in the pool but you felt like teasing Boris to his limits and made a comment about his dick.

"I bet its 2 inches when its soft!" You laughed with Theo but Boris only gave you a malicious smirk. "Two inches eh? Then how come you could no walk for 2 day hah!" Boris spat back which left you and Theo silent

#boris pavlikovsky #Boris imagine #boris smut #xreader #idk #what #im #doing #finn wolfhard smut #finn

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Pavlikovsky

Technically Part 2 to Solnishko but can be read alone!

Boris Pavlikovsky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: talks of drugs and grief, marriage lol

Author’s Note: another moment where i dont believe in marriage but he is the exception

Requested: by anon, hi maya! if you're still taking requests for the goldfinch, would you consider writing a sequal to solnishko? maybe with boris and reader getting engaged and like trying to find a way to explain to the Barbours and all their rich friends how they met

Summary: the request !

Genre: fluff

Song: it was always you by the ivy

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The day Boris asked you to marry him couldn’t have come soon enough. You had never been one to think of yourself as a married woman. You were never that in love to even actually consider it. How could you, after everything you had been through? Seeing love fall apart again and again, consistently being disappointed.

But when Boris came back into your life, suddenly you knew this was what married people felt. This is why they tied the knot for life. This was the whole reason for it, the very prospect of marriage was made for how you felt about Boris.

Theo didn’t end up marrying Kitsy. He couldn’t do that to himself and you wouldn’t let him. So he was noticeably surprised when mere months after reuniting with you, Boris was asking him for permission. To marry Theo’s sister.

“This seems a little rushed don’t you think?” Theo asked. They were sitting across from each other at lunch. It had been immeasurably nice to have Boris back in his life. He hadn’t had a friend like him since and likely never would again. “I mean, it’s only been like 6 months.”

“Heh!” Boris said, shaking his head. “Six months? Do you know how long I have been in love with your sister?” There was a silence where Theo was expected to answer but he kept his mouth shut. “Since we were children. I’ve been waiting for this since we were children.”

“Are you sure? I mean, are you sure she’ll say yes?”

“No. That is why I’m asking you,” Boris said. He looked stressed. He had shown Theo the ring he already bought. It was spontaneous. He saw it in the window and knew you would love it and knew he loved you. Why not get married then? He hadn’t quite thought past that though.

Theo was silent for a moment. He looked at Boris. He had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Boris loved you more than life itself. Boris loved you more than Theo had ever loved anyone. And that smile on your face whenever you laid eyes on him, indicated you probably felt the same way. Jealousy aside, you were perfect for each other.

“She’ll say yes,” he said finally.

“I have permission?”

“Yes Boris. You have my permission.” Boris smiled widely, a crooked toothy smile. He grabbed his friend's arm and made an excited unintelligible noise.

“Potter, I'm going to get married!”

“You still have to ask her,” Theo said, unable to not smile at his excitement. Boris nodded quickly, suddenly very serious.

“Yes, yes. I think I’ll ask her when I see her next. I don’t want to hide anything from her.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“Be my guest.”

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You were at home. You and Boris had moved in with each other a couple of weeks ago and it was going swimmingly. He had learned to cook a couple of meals that weren’t just canned foods. In return, you tried to cook when you could. Tonight was one of those nights though as you stared at the pan you were starting to think perhaps take out was the best option.

The door opened behind you.

“Pavlikovsky?!: you called, looking warily at the pot as you stirred.

“Yes!” he called back.

“In the kitchen!” He came around the corner. You turned around to him, a small frown on your face. “I think we’re gonna have to get chinese tonight,” you said honestly. “I’m kind of failing at this stew thing I was making.”

“It smells fantastic,” he said, walking up beside you. He looked in the pot and tried to hide the look on his face but after a moment it came out. You laughed, shaking your head. “It looks…less than desirable.”

“Oh shush. I know that already. I’ll get the chinese menu.” You turned off the stove. You gave it the old college try. You walked over to where you kept a couple menus to your favorite places and Boris didn’t follow. You turned around, leaning against the counter. He was fiddling with something in his pocket nervously. You raised an eyebrow. “Boris?” you said quietly. “Everything okay? You don’t have a bomb in that pocket do you?”

“Will you marry me?”

Your eyes went wide. That was not what you were expecting him to say.

“Huh?” He took out the ring box and you dropped the menu you were holding.

“Solnishko,” he breathed, “will you-”

“Yes.”

You weren’t sure what else to say. Your chest was bursting with emotion, not to mention shock. But you stood there and you shook your head. You had no idea he was even thinking of doing this. It was the furthest thing from your mind. But the second he asked, you knew what your answer was.

If you were going to marry something, it was gonna be Boris Pavlikovsky.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes.” You repeated. You let out a laugh of shock and closed the gap between the two of you, throwing your arms around him..

“I was so nervous!” he exclaimed.

“You shouldn’t have been! Oh my God Pavlikovsky. Holy shit, we’re gonna get married.”

“I’m going to be a husband,” he whispered, looking at you. Your faces were close, smiles painting your faces with joy.

“I’m gonna be a Pavlikovsky,” you said, the words sounding like ice cream on your lips. You squealed, something that was uncharacteristic of you, and kissed him before he could say anything else. You replayed it in your head. You and Boris. When did you and Boris become you and Boris?

When you were kids? When he came back? When he almost died? When you almost died? When you left him in that parking lot and thought you would never see him again? When you took conversational Russian with Theo?

Theo!

“We have to tell Theo!” you exclaimed between kisses.

“I already asked him.”

“You did?” you breathed, eyes wide with love. “Boris!” You kissed him again, eager to have his lips never leave yours for the rest of your life. You giggled against his lips like you were kids again.

“We could’ve gotten married many years ago if you were just honest with me when we were children,” he explained, lips touching yours as he spoke. You rolled your eyes.

“You were doing drugs. I was depressed.”

“We were a perfect match.”

Your phone rang, startling both of you. You didn’t even move away from him, you just stretched your arm out to grab it, keeping your chest glued to his. You picked it up, putting it to your ear.

“Hey,” Theo said into the phone.

“Theo!” you exclaimed.

“Potter,” Boris said into the phone. You put it on speaker.

“Good, Boris made it home alright?” Theo asked. “It’s raining pretty hard out here nad I know his driver s-”

“We’re engaged!” you exclaimed. Theo stopped and then laughed.

“Boris, I just talked to you. Like an hour ago.”

“I couldn't wait,” he explained.

“Congratulations you two. Have fun explaining how you met to people,” Theo said, chuckling on the other side of the phone.

“We met at school,” Boris said.

“And then at our house,” you echoed.

“To what? Argue? Do drugs? Drink?” You rolled your eyes and looked at Boris.

“We were all doing different things. I’m sorry I was just trying to get through my grief in my own way.”

“And to be fair,” Boris said, looking into your eyes, “I always loved her.”

#boris pavlikovsky x reader #the goldfinch imagines #boris pavlikovsky imagines #boris pavlikovsky x fem!reader

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ifangirlalot · 6 months

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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

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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.

#💭 ۫⠀IMAGINE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#boris pavlikovsky #boris pavlikovsky smut #boris pavlikovsky x reader #boris pavlikovsky x you #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard smut #richie tozier #mike wheeler smut #miles fairchild #mike wheeler x you #miles fairchild smut #mike wheeler

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sluttyitgirl · 8 months

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hello, my gorgeous people! im jasmine . here i write about my favorite man , finn wolfhard. requests are open, but be sure to check out blog rules before requesting. a masterlist will get published once I post a couple of blogs. requests are closed!!!

WHO I WRITE FOR

finn wolfhard

mike wheeler

boris pavlikovsky

trevor spengler

miles fairchild

richie tozier

ziggy katz

fluff/smut/ not to good with agnst, but i'll try

(characters are aged up for smut)

BTW, if you don't like it, just scroll and save us all from a headache.

requests are closed!!!

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finnw #stranger things #boris pavlikovsky #miles fairchild #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #trevor spengler #stranger things imagine #stranger things cast

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potter-pavlikovsky-popchyk · 5 months

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listen and think of them pls

#Have I posted these all here before? Yes. Should you all still emo cry circle jam to them yes so do so #Get in bitch we’re diving back into Boreo feels (for writing purposes so yn it’s fiiiine it’s healthy even to emo sometimes right?)#He asks as if it’s change a thing if it wasnt #Lmfaooo okay but listen listen I plan the sad music first theeeen my dance music and workout #I get emo feels out after I promie fr I do it smooth brain style big smov brain haver I am! Okay!#boreo #boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #tgf #theo decker #theodore decker #theo i’m not gay decker #donna tartt #boreo music #And hey hey I included a song to end on that will help you “life… eh?” It because for me is Boris getting high w/Potter #Spotify #Also bedroom ceiling song UGHHH could just see sm to that aibsejwudhbsjf not emo about it actually how perfect it is and and #Def don’t imagine them both talking to their moms when they get drunk or high enough not to judge themselves about it #Asking them for guidance maybe just in their heads at first but the more they’re stressed the more they just can’t push off the want stuck #In their throat to just fucking ask them out loud till one night they just let out all slurred and embarrassed in the dark of their room #Omfg I miiiight need to have thiiiis in Forget about Kotku fuckkn hellllll #5seconds later I’m like yes no I will I think lol I need happy endings for my boys always and wasn’t sure how I would get there but thiiis #Mmmmm it’s giving me ideas in making that idea ages back I got from that Russian Facebook post I shared of writing love letters to someone #Sleeping cause you can’t tell em that rn and I just hmmmm *meme of ghoul boys*:IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS my brain: you ain’t connect shit

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jesenslapetitemort · 2 years

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The fact that Boris canonically called Larry “Mr. Potter” is something that I think about from time to time. 🙂

#the goldfinch #boreo #boris pavlikovsky #boris x theo #tgf #theo decker #theo x boris #theodore decker #it’s kinda funny to me lol #I like to imagine he said it in all seriousness

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fuqsketti · 2 years

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hi! hope youre doing well, may i request mike wheeler x reader where the reader plays with mike's hair :)

fireworks || mike wheeler

A/N tysm for the request! ik this might not be exactly what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy either way! <3

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fluff fluff fluff

Despite how easy they stayed in touch, Y/n always found it difficult to be apart from her boyfriend.

After all the strange happenings, Y/n left Hawkins because her mother didn't want her to be part in any more of it.

Mike would give her a call whenever he had the chance, write her a ton of letters, sends her presents in the mail but it just wasn’t the same as getting to see him everyday, getting to hug him and kiss him, feeling those fireworks only Mike wheeler could give her.

She prayed he still felt those fireworks.

On very few occasions her mother would let mike visit her.

She had always thought those friends of yours from Hawkins were a bad influence, especially after the star court incident.

This time however, after months of begging, your mom finally caved and let YOU visit HIM in Hawkins.

To say Y/n was excited was an understatement, she got to see all her old friends and got to stay at her boyfriends house.

Nothing could make her fall break any better.

After that exhausting flight, all she wanted to do was collapse into her boyfriend's arms and get to smell his sweet cologne again.

As soon as her flight landed she rushed to the gate, scanning the crowd for her boyfriend.

And then she saw him.

Holding a sign that said ‘Y/N’ with nicely drawn flowers and hearts- Will must’ve helped him out with it.

He saw her the same time she saw him, throwing the sign aside and rushing towards her- She met him halfway and embraced him in a bear hug as he swept her off her feet, spinning her around a few times as he was just so excited that she was here.

Once they finished their little love fest he put her back down smiling at her warmly.

She then had the chance to look at him closely.

He had changed much since she last saw his face about a year ago; any baby fat had completely vanished, and he now had sharp cheekbones and jawline, thick eyebrows, and faint undereye bags.

But his mullet was the only thing that caused her to gasp.

“Oh wow.” Y/n chuckled as she started to play with the long hairs from the back of his head.

He sighed in content, he’d missed her touch.

“What?” He asked, his smile still not fading.

“Your hair.” She whispered, raking her hands through his long black hair.

He was so lucky, his hair was so thick and healthy- it made her jealous.

“O-Oh,” He nodded then seemed a bit insecure

“Do you like it?” He asked almost shyly.

“Y-Yeah.” She stuttered out, grabbing his face to make him turn his head- so she could see the full cut.

“It really suits you Mike.”

“You think so?“ He blushed, grabbing her hand away from his face so he could look at her again.

“I really do.” She nodded, her fingers combing through his black hair again, a gesture he seemed to enjoy more this time now that he knew she liked it.

“You look badass.”

Mike grinned; the word "badass" had never been used to describe him, but god did he love that she used it.

“Like one of those satan worshippers you see on the news.” She teased then laughed, He laughed along his hands finding their way to her hips.

“Oh wow- just the look I was going for.” He chuckled pulling her close to him.

“You really know how to compliment me.”

She took her hands away from his hair and put them around his neck, smiling up at him.

“I take pride in my ability.”

He sighed,

“You’re such a dork.” he whispered while staring down at her lips.

“A dork that you wanna kiss so bad right now.” She teased, although she was looking at his too.

“You’re right.” He murmured before moving in, kissing her.

Oh yeah. those fireworks are still there.

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