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[babygirlboeser]

https://www.tumblr.com/babygirlboeser/754138853831524352/fear-not-babes-ill-listen-hes-so-fucking

oh you KNOW he’d make u messy n be good n clean up w his tongue after 🤭

- a.a

HE WOULD BE SUCH A MUNCH

also definitely talks u through it AND SO MUCH PRAISE

[babygirlboeser]

Lovingly Disrespectful

Artūrs Šilovs smut - x fem!reader

Inspired by some fun asks with @babygirlboeser Roughly 1.4k words

Instead of a date night, Artūrs decides you're going to stay in.

Latvian phrases to know: (thank you r/LearnLatvian)

daiļava - beauty

Tu skaisti izskaties - You look beautiful

Es tevi mīlu - I love you

Warnings: Penetration, dominance, oral, hair pulling, degradation, he's a talker. Proceed with caution.

Trust me on the positioning okay?

It had been a week since Artūrs had gotten back in town. You’d spent the majority of it inside, catching up on the lack of affection you lost during your summer apart and unpacking his things so he was settled before the season began. Yesterday was your first time out of the house, a trip to the shops in downtown Vancouver. He wanted a new suit before the season started and as he’d signed a new contract this summer he wanted to treat you to something new as well.

So now you stood in front of your full length mirror, in a gorgeous new dress, granted it wasn’t really expensive at all but you were a super simple girl. The multiple pieces of jewelry he bought you were the real treat. 

“Art, babe, can you help me put my necklace on?” Another purchase from your day out. It was simple, a gold pendant with a french saying on it. You had mentioned offhand you wanted to walk down the aisle to Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles one day. When he saw this in the small jewelry shop his whole face had lit up and remembered your wishes for the future. “Consider it a promise for the future, daiļava.”

He grinned as he stood behind you and carefully brushed your hair off of your right shoulder. His strong hands grabbed your waist and pulled you to him as his lips grazed the back of your exposed shoulder.

“I’m so glad I bought you this dress. You look so beautiful in it.” He emphasized every word with a kiss to your bare skin, working his way to your neck and ending just below your ear. There he stopped and gave a gentle nibble.

“You know I think the world of you right, daiļava?”

You hummed in response, your eyes closed as your body rested back against his.

“Good. And know that I respect the fuck out of you because it’s not going to feel like it in a little bit,” his ringed hand slid up your body, coming to rest around your throat and he squeezed gently.

“I’m sorry, daiļava. I don’t think we’re making it out of the house tonight.” His other hand came to your hair, wrapping it around his palm and he pulled it back, harder than he’d squeezed your throat but still much more gentle than you knew him to be capable of.

“Take your dress off and get down on your knees for me, sunshine.” The hand on your throat left, yanking the zipper on your spine down harshly.

You carefully slid the flowy fabric down your arms and stepped out of the gown, softly kicking it to the side. The gown had an open back which meant you could wear a bra. You were left in nothing but a pair of high cut panties. You sank to your knees in front of Arty, laying your palms on his dress pants clad thighs. Even after a week of nearly nonstop fucking, he was still not fulfilled. Your thighs clenched at thought about future long roadies and how needy he would be then. 

Your thoughts were stopped quickly as the hand not still tangled in your hair grabbed your jaw. “Open. Now,” his index finger and thumb squeezed, forcing your mouth open before you could even think you obey. You stuck your tongue out dutifully and you felt the cold metal of the ring on his index finger slide across your face until it was pressing into the center of your tongue, alongside his middle finger. You felt drool start to collect at the corners of your mouth and it dripped onto your bare chest. 

“Tu skaisti izskaties.” You loved when he praised you in Latvian, but you loved it even more when his words were harsh and degrading. You knew by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his slacks that it was only a matter of time. 

“You’re going to suck my dick and put this pretty little tongue of yours to work okay daiļava?” All you could do was nod as you began undoing his belt and pants. Your eagerness had made the task quick and before you knew it he was groaning as he used your hair to shove your head down onto his hard length. 

“Use your hands. And I don’t feel enough tongue.” Your right hand came up to wrap around his base, he was so long that even with him hitting the back of your throat you could fit a whole fist around him. 

You used your hand to squeeze and stroke him, your tongue rubbing the vein on the underside of his shaft and swirling around the tip. 

“Good girl. Keep it up, keep doing such a good job on your knees.” This continued for a while, you working him over with your tongue and hand and him constantly talking to you about everything you were doing to him. His commentary seemed only to stop long enough for the occasional moan or groan. Most people thought Arty was quiet, but you knew he was anything but within the walls of your bedroom. 

You felt him twitch and grow even stiffer within your mouth and you were pulled off of him quickly. 

“Go lay on the bed now.” You followed his directions quickly laying on your back, propped up on your forearms. He took slow steps towards you, shedding the rest of his clothes and kicking his pants off. His large body soon blanketed yours and his full lips enveloped yours. 

His hands were on your body quickly, one on your chest squeezing and tugging at your breasts. The other had found your panties, yanking them down your legs. 

“Art, I’m sore from this week..”

“I know baby I’ll go slow,” he ran a finger carefully down your folds, “You’re so so wet though.” His finger was replaced with the head of his dick, making sure there was no friction for either of you.

“Ready?” You took a deep breath and nodded up at him. He pushed just the tip inside of you, pulling it back out and doing it again. 

“Perfect baby. Take a deep breath for me.” You breathed in and as you went to exhale he pushed further into you. You both let out a groan. 

“Fuck you feel so good. I know you’re sore but even after taking you every day this week you’re still so tight daiļava.” 

He began slowly moving, still not working his entire length into you. Until you finally moaned out and he took that as his cue to shove all of the way into you, a moan left his plump lips when he bottomed out inside you. 

His head came down, touching your temples together. He whispered words of encouragement to you in English and dirty phrases in Latvian as he pounded you into the mattress. 

Arty stopped suddenly and pulled out, “Get on your hands and knees for me.” 

You flipped over and pulled your body up, getting into the position that he wanted. He came up behind you, settling onto his right knee, his left leg lunged up so his foot was nearly by your head. His goalie flexibility meant he found the best angles to press as deep into you as he could. 

You exhaustedly leaned against his strong legs as he pounded into you, the new angle pressing into your g-spot perfectly. You noticed despite the months apart his stamina had increased greatly. It felt like he could pound into you for hours. 

“Shh shh shh,” his nose pressed against the side of your face as he leaned down and whispered into your ear. “I know you’re sore, baby, I know but you can take it. Tell me you can take it.” 

You gulped, “I can take it.” And take it you did. Despite nearly sucking him to completion, he still had plenty to go, the week of orgasms working in your favor now. 

You could tell however when his thrusts became so hard you were falling forward that he was close. You tried your best to meet his thrusts and clenched down on him. You reached down and rubbed your clit, trying to match the pace of his thrusts, you were closely approaching your own orgasm. Your actions earned you more praise and moans from him. It wasn’t long before you felt him pull out and explode onto your back. The feeling of being covered in his warm cum had you meeting your own climax.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues and wiping you off before he gathered you in his arms, holding you close to his chest.

“Es tevi mīlu,” he whispered as his forehead rested on yours.

-

[babygirlboeser]

fear not babes, I’LL LISTEN

HES SO FUCKING

RAHHHHHHHHHH

if i could anonymously send photos i’d send the reaction meme of the stick figure guy running n bouncing off the wall like a feral animal bC THATS HOW BROCK ‘MR SENSITIVE’ BOESER MAKES ME FEEL

- a.a

AHHHHHHHH YES

HES SO

AHHHHHHHHHH GJSHDJDSJSHSS im in love

THIS IS SO AMAZING I FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE TO SHARE BROCK THOTS WITH

WANNA TUG ON HIS PRETTY HAIR WHILE HIS FACE IS BURIED BETWEEN MY LEGS😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

[babygirlboeser]

totally missed the opportunity to say brock hard

[babygirlboeser]

so like…

i’ve been meaning to ask…

you’ve been horny for a lot of men on this account

but from what i’ve seen

not the one you named it after…?

babygirlboeser…

what gives??

-a.a

OK GOOD OBSERVATION TBH IM ALWAYS HARD FOR HIM BUT I DONT THINK I HAVE ANYONE ON HERE THAT FEELS THE SAME AND ITS NO FUN TO TALK TO MYSELF HAHAHAHAA

[babygirlboeser]

https://www.tumblr.com/babygirlboeser/754135004729262080/speaking-of-vancouvers-legal-substances-i-wanna

i feel like he’d forget to speak english yk? like he’d be zoned out at some point and when he comes back he’d just be speaking latvian and nobody would understand what he’s saying

ALSO I HAD A FEELING YOURE FROM VAN FUCK YEA 👏

ALSO ALSO, i’m literally so delusional i started paying attention to the canucks when they made it to the playoffs and now im convinced that i could pin down how they behave stoned

- a.a

BAHAHA I LOVE THAT. dream smoke circle: just hotbox the entire canucks roster tbh

i feel like some of them would be so fun when they’re stoned. also ur right about arty. he’d start incoherently blabbing in latvian not even realizing that he switched languages bcuz he’s still kinda zoned out and ur just staring at him trying not to laugh and waiting for him to snap out of it😭

[babygirlboeser]

speaking of vancouver’s legal substances i wanna get stoned with arty i feel like he would be so funny when he’s high

[babygirlboeser]

https://www.tumblr.com/babygirlboeser/754134121117270016/i-feel-like-he-wouldnt-give-any-shits-if-his-gf

he’d love it bc the acoustics of the shower remind him of the crowd screaming his name- it motivates him to push forward. he’s so obsessed with u that anything you do makes him fall deeper in love with you. you’re good with his family? weak in the knees makes him the perfect height to… yk ;)

- a.a

(ps, i’d say more but im relishing in the sweetness of Vancouvers legal substances. hang loose, babes)

OH UR FROM VANCOUVER TOO i feel like this strengthens our anonymous bond but yes anyways he’s so obsessed with everything about u and falls more in love with u everyday u make him so weak

[babygirlboeser]

i feel like he wouldn’t give ANY shits if his gf was on her period but that’s just me 🤷

- a.a

i 100% agree. i mean he DOES give vampire energy… also period or not he would love shower sex

[babygirlboeser]

https://www.tumblr.com/babygirlboeser/754128410528399360/the-height-difference-i-deserve

babes i’m 5’1”. i wouldn’t even reach his shoulders.

- a.a

BAHAHA

that just makes it easier for him to toss u around😊

[babygirlboeser]

any rempe wyjo or arty thoughts im in the mood for any of them but my mind is blank

[babygirlboeser]

the height difference i deserve

[babygirlboeser]

gonna go hang out in the tomato sauce aisle of a grocery store somewhere in riga if anyone wants to join me

[babygirlboeser]

i feel like arty is lowkey freaky he may not seem like it but its always the quiet ones u have to watch out for

[babygirlboeser]

I’ve heard from friends that bean pole (tall and skinny) guys have the biggest dicks and arty screams BDE. Do with that information what you will

HE DOES HAVE BDE

[babygirlboeser]

I just watched a video of Arty speaking Latvian. Dear lord.

His voice got deeper and now all I can imagine is him losing it in your ear, so turned on and blissed out that he can’t speak English

THAT IS SO FUCKING HOT HOW DARE U PUT THIS THOUGHT IN MY MIND him talking dirty to u in latvian and maybe you’ve picked up on a few things but for the most part u have no clue what he’s saying but u can tell it’s FILTHY

[babygirlboeser]

babygirlboeser is MY arty dealer 🤭

- a.a

i adore u arty anon