– fluff. smut. nsfw. headcannon. oneshot. enemies to lovers. long drabbles. platonic. x-reader.
WONT WRITE!
– chapter fanfics (here). kink. intense gore, a little is fine. pedophilia. “lawless” fanfiction. x- oc.
CHARACTER LIST!
( ** indicates that i am open to writing nsfw about this character. ^ indicates that they must be AGED with a new specific faceclaim, which i will choose).
– IT (2017)
🍎: beverly marsh.*^
richie tozier.*^
stanley uris.*^
bill denbrough.*^
ben hanscom.*^
mike hanlon.*^
eddie kaspbrak.*^
henry bowers. *
patrick hockstetter *
– the black phone
(^ indicates nsfw for the TBP2 version of the character only. for dead characters, it indicates AU with a new faceclaim for nsfw exclusively).
i will be taking a break. a lot has been happening as of late, and i think it’s best for me if i take some well-needed rest away from the internet.
im not going to go too deep into my dilemmas, but one of the things i find myself struggling with is my sexuality. as in, i think im a lesbian.
this has made it significantly more difficult to write for the characters that encouraged a lot of my mutuals to follow me in the first place. without motivation, i unfortunately cannot deliver.
thank you all for your understanding. <3 hang tight!
the black phone but nothing really goes wrong au! i’m sure i’ll come up with a better name for it later ssshhhh…..
but to sum it up: grabber doesn’t exist. at all. finney and gwen’s mother is still alive, and everything is Alright. ish.
mini character profiles under the cut!!
finnegan james blake:
age: 17
height: 5’6”
can still hear the phones. also he can see ghosts like gwen can (just doesn’t have dreams)
extremely interested in space still
allergic to cats
southern accent. the blakes moved from texas -> colorado when he was around 5, and the accent never went away
robin jaime arellano:
age: 17
height: 5’7”
works at the blockbuster down the street
still is so bad at math
he has a cat that he ADORES. it really only likes him and finney
him and vance gossip with each other all the time. i’m sure they have a tracker for how many time either one was right about something. i’ll bet you vance has like 30 tallies and robin has 0
bruce allen yamada:
age: 18
height: 5’7”
insane at baseball.
he likes chick flicks but sshhh don’t tell anyone
sweetest dude ever ever
vincent anthony hopper-stagg:
age: 19
height: 5’5”
hatred. for many people
got held back a year
griffin’s half brother
billy jay showalter:
age: 16
height: 6’0”
still the paperboooyyy…. he loves his job though so that’s fine
his dog is everyone’s favorite
literally The golden boy of the school.
griffin alexander hopper-stagg:
age: 15
height: 5’10”
d1 hater of everybody ever
mommas boy. now hear me out on this one yall
him and vance are close, especially considering that they’re only half brothers
i’m sure vance taught him how to fight
gwendolyn hope blake:
age: 14
height: 5’3”
hope is a generational name— it was her moms first name and her grandmothers middle name
got less of an accent but on certain words it’s still there
ernesto manuel arellano:
age: 14
height: 5’6” (< robin is PISSED.)
total dork. he is just so awkward
cannot flirt to save his life. robin tries to teach him better but to no avail
turning off anonymous asks for now. sorry to anyone with a fanfic req who’s too scared to leave their username attached!! u can always dm it to me and i’ll keep your user anonymous :)
and 2 the weird ass blakeshaw shipper who’s spamming my asks… you’re defending a pedophilic ship. sit with that. you’re arguing with a victim of SA to tell them that it’s okay to fetishize their trauma. pls fuck off
... IN WHICH finney blake has a lazy morning with his lover after a night of erotic endeavors.
--- ( a continuation of Whiskey and Winter. ) ---
[!!] content contains: smut & fluff. vaginal fingering. oral sex. use of marijuana. foul language.
wc: 1509
request: ✅
not proofread
When she arose the next morning, she couldn't tell if the throbbing against her temple was a headache, or simply the beating of Finney's heart thundering from where she lay on his chest.
Nimble fingers combed through her hair, languid and practiced, a pair of supple lips kissing the crown of her head. Just the way he did last night. (Y/N) hummed and bucked her head into the palm of his hand, and she heard Finney rumble an affectionate chuckle.
"G'morning." He said, his voice quiet with love and hoarse with sleep.
"Hi." Said (Y/N).
"How'd you sleep."
"Mm."
Finney laughed.
"Did I wear you out that much?"
"Mm."
Finney paused the tender brushing of his fingers through her hair to gently brush some loose tendrils from her face, lifting her chin with two fingers and planting a haste kiss onto her lips. "Sorry."
Her response was immediate. She lifted her face with his, keeping her lips interlocked with his when he tried to pull apart. He chuckled into her mouth, and she smiled. "Don't be sorry. It was good." Finn felt his chest swell with both pride and affection at her words. "Oh yeah?"
A gentle nod.
Finney couldn't wipe the lovesick smile off of his face even if he tried.
-
The couple didn't emerge from their shared bedsheets until Mando personally came to retrieve them. He scolded them about breaking camp rules, muttering something under his breath about "newfound desperation in young teens". Whatever that means.
Breakfast was simple. Scrambled eggs, maple-glazed bacon, and a fruit cup. Individuals' choice between hot chocolate and black coffee for a side beverage. Finn, full of angst and a lingering need to feel cool, ordered the coffee. He took one singular sip. (Y/N) made a note to make fun of him for it later.
As the four of them munched on their breakfast, Mando rambled on about old campers and interrogated them on why they're here. Gwen insisted that it was simply for CIT training and service hours. Although Mando didn't believe her, he let up.
Once the four of them were alone, Gwen and Ernie sitting on one side with Finney and (Y/N) on the other, Finn slid a large hand onto her thigh. He send her a sideways smile as he gnawed on a piece of bacon, which she reciprocated, a surge of electricity running through her.
"So..." Ernesto began. Finn quirked an eyebrow. Ernie's soft features twisted into something teasing, something sinister, and my smile dropped.
"What? Why are you looking at us like that?" Finney said, almost directly after (Y/N)'s "Wh-?"
Ernesto shrugged. "Just... it makes sense, is all." Gwen rolled her eyes.
Finn shot him a glare. "What makes sense." Not a question. A demand.
"You guys. Together. I like it."
Finney softened almost immediately. "Oh. Thanks... man." The term of friendly endearment felt foreign out of Finney's mouth. He didn't say that in general, let alone about Ernie Arellano.
"You finally fucked, then?" Gwen said crudely, scraping her fork with her teeth as she took a generous mouthful of egg. (Y/N) choked on her coco.
"I-I mean-" She spluttered. "Gwen!" Finn exclaimed. Gwen shrugged, looking at the two with expectant eyes.
"I- Yeah. Yeah, we did." Finn admitted. His ears felt weirdly hot all of a sudden, so he removed his beanie. He regretted it the second he heard Gwen's snicker – he didn't know if she was laughing at him for having hat hair, or if she was laughing at him for the redness in his cheeks. Either way, annoyance bubbled in his chest.
"Atta boy!" Ernesto encouraged. He lifted a hand to reach over and clap him on the back, but in seeing Finney's glare, he let it slowly sink back into his lap.
"Don't go yabbering about it. If Dad finds out, she'll never be able to stay over again." Finn spoke in a hushed voice, as if his father wasn't ten miles away from them in Denver. Gwen rolled her eyes. "I'm not gonna tell dad, cuntsucker."
(Y/N) laughed. Finney looked at her. Not quite a glare, but definitely not a look of satisfaction. She shut up.
-
They lingered after breakfast ended. (Y/N) had always been more humanitarian than Finney. Hence, she helped Mando and Mustang clean dishes, while Finney smoked a joint in the main hall. Mando yelled at him to stub it out. He pretended not to hear.
He watched her as she scrubbed a plate. His eyes trailed over the practiced movements of her arms, the look of delight that spread across her face as Mustang cracked a joke, the focus in her eyes that remained regardless of any outside distraction. He almost dropped his joint. A sweet, cartoonish grin spread cross his face, his eyes crinkling in the corners. If he hadn't been already, Finn was falling in love. Desperately, hopelessly in love.
He didn't even get to watch Mando and Mustang leave. He was too caught up in the fact that (Y/N) was approaching him. He straightened up, putting the joint in between his lips and pulling his sweater down, as if he still had to Be Cool and Impress The Girl. As if he hadn't won her over already.
"You're watchin' me now?" She slid her arms over his shoulders. He laughed and cupped her hips with his hands. He used one of them to first stub out the joint and toss it in the trash bit ajar from the table he was leaning against.
"I'm always watching you." Finn commented lightly. He cringed at how it sounded aloud.
"Stalker." She jested, mouthing at his jaw. He tilted his head up. "Cuntsucker."
Finney scoffed as she burst into a fit of giggles, walking backwards slowly and dragging him with her. The pair rocked on their heels, backing (Y/N) up into a wall by the window. Finney chuckled. "You dirty dog." He teased. She cupped his face.
"Your cheeks are cold." A touch of concern could be heard in her voice.
"Wanna warm 'em between your legs?"
She gasped. She was shocked; not by the proposition, but by the smoothness at which it was delivered. The noise dissolved into a quiet, secretive giggle.
"Finnigan Blake." She scolded tenderly. He kissed her nose.
"You called me a cuntsucker. So how about you let me live up to my title?" He slid two cold fingers between her legs, feeling the warmth of her pussy through her leggings. She smiled, leaning further into him, slinging her elbows over his neck to drag him in closer. He stumbled into her and pressed his index into her clothed clit. She sighed pleasurably.
Finn nipped at her jaw as his fingers dipped beyond the waistband of her pants. They found her heat quickly, slipping between her folds. He laughed aloud – he hadn't expected her to be this wet already.
He rubbed her clit vertically, teasing her throbbing nub by flicking it up and down. She exuded a breathy moan, her head lolling back and resting against the wall behind her. Finney quickened his movements, coaxing a grunt to fall from her lips. "More," She pleaded.
He laughed, slipping his middle inside of her aching hole, ramming it in as far as it could go. She moaned heartily as he added his ring, then his pointer, curling them decliciously.
"Oh my god, Finn..." She whispered. He began to pump, calculated and meaningful. He wasn't rough, but hard, and extremely passionate. He moved his fingers in a come here motion, His thumb flickering over her clit every once in a while. It made her see stars.
He felt her pussy clench around his fingers, and he hastened. She called out, fingers scratching at his back through his sweater, and he smirked and dropped to his knees. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean as he tugged down her pants with his free hand. His lips instantly connected to her thigh as he rid her of her shoes, then her leggings and panties. He hooked a thigh over his shoulder and immediately got to work.
He lapped at her sweet folds, gathering her slick in his mouth before shoving her tongue deep into her hole. She whined, and he withdrew, only to take the wetness from his mouth and swirl it around her clit expertly. He groaned at the taste. "I-I'm so close..." she whimpered, clawing at his hair. He held her thighs in his arms, tugging her impossibly closer.
He shook his head "no" quickly and repeatedly, all while suckling on her clit, and it sent her flying over the edge.
She sprayed, and his mouth dipped down to cup her hole. He gathered her cum in his mouth, using it to work her through the aftershocks. He let it dribble from his lips and soak his chin.
When he stood, he let her fall into him, grabbing a fistful of her ass and laughing a kiss into her hair.
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