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[aphroditeinthestars]

"There's a reason it's called a ROUGH draft," I sigh, creating a keysmash with my forehead.

[kolcheksluver]

Nsfw finnesto.

Finney is just drowning in grief(so is ernesto) and he got super stressed and invited ernesto to his house.They bang and its just them cuddling and comforting each other

IN MY ROOM.

characters mentioned: Finney Blake, Ernesto Arellano, Gwen Blake (mentioned), Robin Arellano (mentioned), Terrence Blake (mentioned)

overview: He was half expecting for his mother to answer but instead was met with a meek voice on the other line. “Hello?” If he didn’t know better, and if there were a less shaky sound to it, Finn would’ve thought it was Robin. But he did know better. Finn didn’t answer for a minute, fighting with himself internally on whether or not he should do this.

“Ernesto,” Finn finally spoke up. He heard the breathing on the end of the line stop as Ernesto inhaled sharply. “You busy?”

“N—uh, no.” He replied after a moment. He heard a sniffle and his heart hurt momentarily, had Ernie been crying? And was it because he missed Robin or because Finn had fucked him and ignored him for weeks?

“Do you wanna come over?”

warnings: Smut, riding, dry humping (?), not as insane as my first one sorry I got lazy af, both Finn and Ernie are v sad, some fluff towards the end, 18+ MDNI!

word count: 2,612

This is kind of a pt2 to my first one ig but I’m so sorry this took forever. I finished this before my first class so now I am going to get ready. Enjoy! I don’t think this will go under my ao3 but. Writing under the cut, rqs open, so on and so forth. Boarder by @cafekitsune

Grief was a funny thing. It came and went in waves. Some days it weighed heavy on his shoulders, rendering him unable to get out of bed. Others it was almost out of his mind. It fluctuates, and he knew that. He’s known that since the death of Hope Adler. He remembers sitting in the front row of her funeral, the closed casket in front of him, Gwen, and Terrence, and other extended family Finn hadn’t seen in years but they insisted they knew him.

There are two things nobody tells you; how to dress for your mother’s funeral, and how to dress for the funeral of your only friend. He remembers seeing Robin’s family. Ernesto, specifically. He remembered his red eyes, glassy with tears behind his glasses. It’s been hard to look at him ever since that day, and the last time he saw him … fuck, he shouldn’t have done what he did.

No matter how good it felt at the moment, he shouldn’t have done it. He had told Ernesto it wouldn’t happen again — and it wouldn’t! He had ensured it. By choosing to not speak to him. Whether or not that was the right choice didn’t exactly matter to him. It was what he had to do. It was for the better, Finn had told himself.

But Ernie’s probably hurting, too, was another thought that came up in his head. It was one of the bad days. One of the days that kept him bed bound. He was certain Ernesto had to have these days. Everyone did. Finn forced himself to the house phone and dialed the number to the Arellano residence. The Blake house was eerily quiet, both Gwen and his father were out, probably had been for some time. He wouldn’t know. He’s been sleeping.

He was half expecting for his mother to answer but instead was met with a meek voice on the other line. “Hello?” If he didn’t know better, and if there were a less shaky sound to it, Finn would’ve thought it was Robin. But he did know better. Finn didn’t answer for a minute, fighting with himself internally on whether or not he should do this.

“Ernesto,” Finn finally spoke up. He heard the breathing on the end of the line stop as Ernesto inhaled sharply. “You busy?”

“N—uh, no.” He replied after a moment. He heard a sniffle and his heart hurt momentarily, had Ernie been crying? And was it because he missed Robin or because Finn had fucked him and ignored him for weeks?

“Do you wanna come over?” He decided to just rip the bandaid off. Realistically what would be the harm? “My parents aren’t home.”

“That sounds good.” Ernesto answered all too quickly. Like he was eager, like he was waiting for Finn to ask him that.

“I’ll let you in.”

“Alright.”

Finn hung up the phone and rested his head against it for a moment, shutting his eyes. Jesus, what was he thinking? This shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t see Ernesto like this, but he wanted to. Finn didn’t want to think about what Robin would think about it all.

They were just friends.

Just hanging out, like friends do.

It didn’t take Ernesto long to arrive. The Arellano’s and Blake’s didn’t live very far apart. Finney heard a knock at the door and opened it to see him as expected in a sweater, jeans, and looking up at him with wide eyes behind his glasses. “Hi, Finn.” He offered shyly.

“Hey.” Finney moved aside for him and allowed him to shut the door as he started towards his room. Ernesto stood by the shut door awkwardly and Finn raised an eyebrow, “You coming?”

“What? Oh—yeah.” Ernesto hurried to his room with Finn taking in the surprisingly bare blue walls aside from three posters but messy drawers and dressers. Finn laid on his bed with a huff, leaving enough room for Ernesto to take a seat.

He sat awkwardly as Finney turned his tv on, flipping through movies lazily before Ernie spoke up. “Why’d you call me over here?”

Finn shrugged. “Lonely, I suppose.” Finn could feel Ernesto’s eyes scan over him as if he was trying to decipher whether or not that lonely meant they were going to fuck again, or if he just needed company.

“Lonely?”

“I just said that.” Ernesto hated how bad the annoyance in his voice towards him turned him on. How mean could Finney get? He wanted to find out. Maybe it helped that he was sober, too?

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.” Finn landed on a random movie and set the remote aside. Ernesto glanced between the screen to Finn again, his eyebrows furrowing momentarily.

“Then what do you want from me?”

Finney sighed in frustration, aggravation and annoyance building. The way his jaw clenched made Ernesto’s dick twitch in his boxers. He was getting to him, and it was hot. “Company.” He huffed, flexing his bruised knuckles. Nothing fresh, but still bruised.

Ernesto’s breathing was heavy as his eyes scanned up from his knuckles to his face. “What kind of…company?”

“Not the kind you’re thinking of, Ernesto.”

He frowned slightly for a moment, shifting awkwardly. “I don’t know what you …” the don’t bullshit me look Finney gave Ernie caused his voice to trail off. He put his focus towards the tv only to see an explicit scene on whatever movie was on which, unfortunately, went right to his pants. Finn glanced over at him and scoffed.

“You’re seriously hard over that?” Ernesto crossed his leg in an attempt to hide it with pink cheeks.

“I can’t help it.” Normally it wouldn’t happen but it didn’t help that he was thinking of Finney, and the mix of disbelief and revulsion laced within his voice, like he couldn’t believe that it was that easy for Ernesto to get hard, just made it worse.

“No?”

“No.” Ernesto tried to scan Finn’s tense body to see if he was hard, too, but he could barely gaze below his torso before his chin was carefully lifted.

“My eyes are up here, Ernesto.”

“I know that.”

“You’re sure?” Finn’s eyes narrowed at him and he couldn’t help but squirm under his hard gaze. Finney scoffed and dropped his chin. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry.” Ernesto didn’t even know what he was apologizing for, getting a boner? Being into how he was almost talking down to him? “I just…” Ernesto’s voice trailed off.

“You just?”

“Why did you really ask me over here, Finney?”

“I told you. I was lonely.”

“Were you thinking about Robin again?” The silence spoke volumes. Neither Ernesto or Finney moved for a moment until Ernie moved to sit on Finney’s lap, causing him to sit up immediately.

“What’re you doing?”

“Just relax Finn.” He told him in a soothing tone. Finney could feel his boner against him but he was quickly distracted by Ernesto’s lips against his. The kiss was unexpectedly slow but it was enough for Finn to relax into his pillows, a sharp gasp coming from his mouth into Ernesto’s when he felt him slowly grind his hips against Finn’s.

“Ernie,” his hands went to his waist to try and stop him, even though he really didn’t want him to, but Ernesto reached to hold them.

“Just let me help you again, Finney.” Finn slipped his hands out from Ernesto’s. Too intimate of a gesture for his liking, but he pulled him closer so Finney could press slow kisses to his throat and neck, already feeling a tight feeling in his pants the more Ernesto rolled his hips like he’d practiced this before.

What Finn didn’t know was that he had. He’d be too embarrassed to admit that he had been humping his pillow imagining it were Finn under him. He never lasted long by himself like that, how would he last with the real thing? Ernesto wished that Finney were more vocal but he could take the way his teeth bit into the flesh of his neck when he brushed a particularly nice spot over being noisy.

“You’ll leave a mark, Finn,” he had said through labored breathing.

“Good.” The underlying possessiveness that dripped from Finn’s words made Ernesto squirm again but this time he was rubbing himself against Finney’s own boner, which earned him a low groan. Ernie’s delicate fingers worked the strings of Finn’s sweatpants while Finney undid Ernie’s belt with ease. Finn didn’t know how he felt about Ernesto on top of him, even if he knew it would ultimately be Ernie taking it and not Finn, but it was still odd.

But, it was also kind of hot seeing Ernesto try and take control of the situation when he knew if it came to it, Ernesto would let Finn take over with ease and no complaints. He would take it with a smile, thanking him for whatever he was given. That was a level of control you couldn’t replace.

Finn lifted his hips to shimmy out of the sweatpants, Ernesto staring at Finn’s more than obvious bulge in his boxers now while a hand reached to Finn’s grip headboard to stop himself from slipping off his lap. Finn knew that the only locked door right now was the front one, and him and Ernie could be so caught up that his dad or, god forbid Gwen, could come home and see him fucking Robin Arellano’s little brother in his bed.

“This’ll have to be quick,” Finn told him as he got himself out of his sweatpants, tossing them to the floor carelessly.

“Why?” Ernie frowned slightly. Finney started working Ernesto out of his jeans while he gave him a look with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know how late it is. I don’t know when my dad or Gwen will be home, you really wanna risk them seeing you fucking yourself on me?” The tone of Finn’s voice was degrading in a way that made Ernesto want to take that risk, but he just shyly shook his head. Ernesto allowed himself to be lifted slightly so Finney could remove the jeans and then he settled back onto Finn’s lap.

Finn said nothing as he took off Ernesto’s shirt and leaned in to press slow kisses to his chest, his calloused fingers grazing his goosebump-littered skin, fingers digging into his waist as Ernesto rolled his hips against Finn’s again. “I’ll have to stretch you out again.” Finn muttered from his place in his chest, busy trying to leave a hickey.

“No need,” Ernesto replied quietly. “I…I already did, before I came.” Finn paused. Did he actually? Was he counting on them ending up in a more than compromising position?

“Did you finish?” Was all Finn could ask, now looking at him with an intensity in his eyes that made Ernesto want to roll off him and just let him take him, removing any thought of being on top from his mind. He shook his head again but that wasn’t enough for Finn. “I asked you something, Ernie. I expect an answer. Use your words.”

“No, Finn. It wasn’t the same.” Finn’s fingers were longer than Ernie’s, and reached deeper than Ernie could. He seemed pleased with the answer. Ernie’s fingers hovered above Finn’s boxers, glancing from them to Finn as a silent can I?

Finney leaned back against his pillows as an unspoken go ahead, fingers still holding his waist, and Ernesto lifted himself up slightly and pulled them down to his thighs without having to be told twice. Finney took the opportunity to do the same with Ernesto’s, mentally noting how he was already leaking. Ernesto took Finney in his hand, lazily stroking his dick for a moment before lining himself up with him.

Ernesto slowly sunk onto Finney, but he underestimated just how good it would feel. His hands once again reached to the headboard to ground himself as his breathing became heavy and labored. “Too much,” he muttered with a drop of his head.

“You wanted to do it, Ernie,” Finn tried to sound dignified but the feeling caused his breath to uneven, not even realizing that he didn’t have a condom on. “Follow through.”

He could’ve sworn he heard Ernie whimper as he weakly nodded, slowly but surely taking more of Finney inside of him until he was balls deep, nothing left to take, Ernie’s legs shaking with the strain of it all as well as just how good it felt. Finney’s head tipped into the pillow as a low moan elicited from him, chest rising and falling heavily. They both took a moment to adjust. “You gonna move?”

“Finn,” Ernesto said weakly. “I can’t, too much,” his words were broken and slurred, Ernesto felt dizzy with the size of Finney inside him. He opened his eyes and saw the imprint of Finney and it made him want to finish on the spot.

“No? Do you need help?” Finney didn’t wait for a response before he lifted Ernesto up slightly before moving him back down, starting slow before finding an acceptable speed. Ernesto didn’t even try to hide the moans as he was basically being used like a flashlight for Finn, and as hot as it was he found it in himself to move on his own, rolling his hips here and there as he kept their speed.

Finn sat up to catch Ernie’s lips against his. Was it to muffle the moans or because he really just wanted to kiss Ernie? He didn’t know, but he liked the taste of Ernesto. He liked how Ernie just opened his mouth for him and allowed Finn’s tongue to explore his while Ernie moved up and down, breathing heavily into Finn’s mouth. Ernesto’s thighs burned with the strain of it all and his movements were getting sloppy, but still he didn’t stop.

“Are you close?” Ernesto managed to choke out, hands going from the headboard to Finn’s shirt. As if on cue he felt that familiar knot begin to form.

“Almost.”

“I don’t think I can last any longer, Finn.”

Finney pulled away from his mouth so he wasn’t trying to kiss him and talk at the same time. “Just a little longer, Ernie.”

“I can’t,” he shook his head. Finney, without warning, flipped them so Ernesto was on his back and Finn was once again on top of him and began to fuck into him at the same pace they had when Ernie was riding him. His hips didn’t stutter once and as a result it didn’t take a lot for Ernie to finish with a mix of a moan and a sob, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes from how overwhelmed he was.

Finney didn’t falter until he started to get closer, movements starting to get sloppy until he buried himself deep inside of Ernesto, head dropping against Ernie’s shoulder as he finished deep inside of him. Both of them stilled outside of their heavy breathing until Finn pulled out which earned a quiet gasp from Ernie. His cum spilled out from Ernie, but he’d deal with the clean up later.

Finn settled beside Ernie and rested his head against his shoulder wordlessly. Ernesto was careful to wrap his arms around Finney, gently tugging him to his chest as a silent way of saying I got you. It was much too intimate of a gesture for Finney’s liking, but he was too overtaken with sadness once more to care. Finn’s arms slid around Ernie’s frame in return and for a while the two laid there like that, fighting off sleep to avoid being found.

[pangolinheart]

Last Dance In Ishgard

I finally finished my 2nd FFXIV OC Swap gift for the lovely @waldwasser! They requested a fic surrounding the Swap's themes of "Masquerade" or "All Saints Wake" and gave me a few starting ideas that grew into this fic. I hope that it was everything you were expecting! Thank you to the organizers of the swap, and to the people who helped me beta-read the final cut of the story! This was a lot of fun to think about and write, so I had a blast! Go check out Waldwasser's OCs on their blog!

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[readingraindrops]

the lovely @the-ace-with-spades is has been so amazing. thanks to the reminder about WIPs, i'm going to share something i've been working on!

" Mav never really liked autumn. he'd always preferred the sunny, sharp days of summer. he never really liked the cold, not since before his mother died. it was always lonely and bleak. He didn't like to be reminded of all those empty days, those empty rooms.

Goose helped, because of course he did. Bright smile, soft eyes, honking laugh. Goose seemed like the incarnation of summer, even on those crisp October nights.

But now Goose is dead, cold and blank and stuck in the ground.

On those worse nights, when his memory torments him endlessly, he wraps himself in a blanket or a shirt of Goose's to keep warm. But even that taunts him of his mistake, of his tragic cause. "

y'all i promise it gets happier,,,,,

[kolcheksluver]

CRUSH

characters mentioned: Finney Blake, Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano (for like a second), Ernesto Arellano

overview: Ernesto knocked again, and still there was nothing. It was getting dark out and he was about to turn around and walk back home until he heard the faint sound of someone talking. He heard an annoyed, “Stupid…fucking thing,” and a sharp feeling ran down his spine.

Finn.

He’d known he was home but wasn’t expecting him to be outside. Ernesto creeped towards the back of the house and saw Finn, leaned against the house, pre-roll in hand and clearly struggling to light it with his lighter. A frustrated sigh escaped Finn’s dry, chapped mouth when he finally noticed Ernesto staring at him, which clearly spooked him. Finn nearly jumped out of his skin and backed up, putting more distance between them.

“Jesus Christ! Make some noise or something!”

warnings: Smoking, shotgunning, handjobs, unintentional edging. Not a whole lot icl

word count: 1,442

I have heard your pleas for Finnesto and have come to deliver in the form of a very short, very poorly written one-shot because I have been dealing with an intense case of writers block combined with depression, not fun but we ball either way it’s okay. Enjoy :3

tag list; @sammyfckmychungus, @sabsfavie, @palmvioletsky, @itzlusstuff, @fandomsworldsblog this one’s for y’all also shout out to @ringingfinney for the idea :3

Ernesto had initially made his way to the Blake house because he and Gwen had agreed to study for something—history, maybe? He didn’t exactly recall, he brought every subject with him just in case. He was sure that Finn was home, why wouldn’t he be? He never saw Finn outside unless making his way to the store, at school, or on the way to his dealer’s, whoever they may be. There were multiple people that came to mind that Ernesto didn’t want to speculate, what if he was just making assumptions based on their appearances? One of the very first lessons you learn when you’re young is don’t judge a book by its cover and he was essentially doing that!

Ernesto took a deep breath.

He was overthinking it, like he always did. Even when he was younger, when Robin was still alive, he was always overthinking everything. “You need to relax, Ernie,” Robin would always tell him. And he knew he was right, even now he was still right. So he tried to shake any tension he felt in his shoulders, as hard as that was, and knocked on the Blake’s front door.

Nothing.

He waited for a moment longer, rocking on his heels anxiously. Had he gotten the dates wrong? The time wrong? Oh, god, what if he was actually hours late and Gwen thought he stood her up by accident? A sickly feeling churned in his stomach just at the thought of it. Ernesto turned around and saw that Terrence Blake’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so he was probably working while Gwen and Finn stayed home. The thought of being in a house alone with both of them made him feel a little dizzy.

Ernesto knocked again, and still there was nothing. It was getting dark out and he was about to turn around and walk back home until he heard the faint sound of someone talking. He heard an annoyed, “Stupid…fucking thing,” and a sharp feeling ran down his spine.

Finn.

He’d known he was home but wasn’t expecting him to be outside. Ernesto creeped towards the back of the house and saw Finn, leaned against the house, pre-roll in hand and clearly struggling to light it with his lighter. A frustrated sigh escaped Finn’s dry, chapped mouth when he finally noticed Ernesto staring at him, which clearly spooked him. Finn nearly jumped out of his skin and backed up, putting more distance between them.

“Jesus Christ! Make some noise or something!” He yelled at him from across the yard. Ernesto shrunk into himself some, head low in shame and embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Finn, I just…is Gwen here?” A long moment passed of Ernie watching Finn watch him, jaw clenching and unclenching as his chest rose and fell at a slower pace.

“No,” he finally responded. Finn turned his attention back to trying to light the joint, and Ernie took it as a sign he was okay to move closer to him. “She went to the store to grab some snacks like, four minutes ago?” Finn was just guesstimating, He didn’t know how long ago it was that Gwen had left for the store. He cared that his lighter didn’t feel like lighting.

“Oh.”

“Why?” Finn spared the boy a glance for a second then returned back to his joint. His eyebrows knit together in frustration until he finally got it to light the end, a faint victorious smile that he’d bested his piece of shit lighter.

“We were supposed to study.” Ernesto’s eyes were fixed on his lips as he spoke. He attempted to not think about the times they were on his skin and how he missed the rough feeling of them and the feeling of his teeth grazing his neck. Ernesto had seen Finn bite someone for coming up behind him, and it left a nasty mark. Nothing he’d done to him, though.

Finn hummed in disinterest. He took a long drag from it, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs so he would be able to sleep peacefully at night and tried to ignore Ernie’s gaze burning into him. They hadn’t seen each other in months besides in passing. Finn had blatantly ignored any attempts to reach out. Finn thought of it as doing Ernie a favor. But his eyes were locked and it made his mouth twitch. “What is it?” He snapped.

Ernie jumped back slightly. He tripped over his own two feet before balancing himself against the nearest wall connected to the house. “What?”

“Why do you keep staring at me? Do you want some or something?” Ernie was never much of a smoker, and Finn knew that.

“Maybe.” No, he did not want some. Rather, he wanted to be close to Finn. No matter how hard he pushed him away. Ernie had never gotten high before, and he was certain Finn would laugh in his face and tell him fuck no.

“Come here,” he said instead. Ernie’s feet felt ironed to the concrete all of a sudden. He swallowed thickly, trying to will himself to move closer to him before he changed his mind. His legs felt like a mix of lead and jelly as he made his way over to him slowly as if he was unsure of Finn’s intentions until he tired of how long he was taking and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer.

Finn didn’t say anything for a minute or so and just took a long drag from the joint, glanced around to make sure there were no wandering eyes, and kissed him. Ernie’s eyes widened in shock and went to kiss him back until he felt the smoke from Finn’s mouth transfer to his.

Ernesto broke the kiss to cough. Finn couldn’t help but snort. It was the first time in months Finn touched him and he was already more, smoke or otherwise. He’d grown to associate the scent with Finn so he hadn’t minded it too much but it was another thing to have it in his system.

Ernesto didn’t think of how, if Finn wanted to, he could punch him for what he was about to do, but he also didn’t care. He impulsively pressed his lips against Finn’s in desperation silently begging for any semblance of touch from him.

Finn staggered back in surprise. He pushed Ernie against the wall, instinctively sliding his right leg between Ernie’s legs. He whined in response. He hadn’t jerked off in any shape or form and it showed in the way he was sure if he moved his hips against his leg, he would get a boner.

Ernie broke the kiss and leaned forward to rest his head against Finn’s shoulder and began to grind against it. “Ernesto,” Finn warned, growing wary of doing this out in the open.

“Please, Finn. I need you.” He whined again. Finn pushed him back upright against the wall and Ernie frowned. Finn didn’t respond to any protests against stopping him and instead tossed the joint to the concrete and put a hand down Ernesto’s jeans, slowly palming him through his boxers.

Ernie’s mouth fell open as a broken moan slipped out, but Finn covered his mouth with his free hand. “Shut up.” He said quietly, yet sternly. “This what you wanted?” Ernesto nodded slowly, and Finn sped his movements up ever so slightly, feeling him get hard in his hand.

“What did I tell you about using your words, Ernie?” You just told me to stay quiet, he wanted to bite back, but refrained.

“Yes,”

“Good boy.” Due to how long it’d been, Ernesto started to squirm the closer he felt. Finn moved his hand from the outside of his boxers to inside, choosing to just jerk him off. Ernesto leaned his head back against the wall and screwed his eyes shut.

Ernie involuntarily bucked his hips but just as he was about to finish Finn stopped, glancing towards the front of the house. Ernesto lifted his head in confusion. “What’re you—”

“Shut up.” Finn told him in a hushed, quiet tone. From inside he could hear a voice, and he now understood what made him stop.

Gwen was home.

The two quickly separated and Finn extinguished the joint on the ground as Ernesto fixed himself.

“You should head back inside,” Finn said casually as if he wasn’t just jerking him off from inside his boxers. “You can tell her I let you in.”

Ernie nodded, unsure of what to say in response and instead just took the back door to meet her inside and hope his boner wasn’t as visible as it felt.

[kolcheksluver]

UUUUGH I CANT STAND FINNESTO THEY MAKE ME SICK WITH HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM.

that being said Finn dissociating fucking Ernesto and he's none the wiser to the fact that Finn wasn't consciously choking him and growling at him. and when Finn comes around and lets go, not knowing how to spit out "holy fuck are you okay," they stare at each other and Ernesto has tears in his eyes and they're both hard/wet/(displaying arousal signs befitting your hc plumbing) (i'm partial at least to ftm Finn)

BESTIE ITS NOT LETTING ME POST IT BUT I SWEAR TO GOD ITS WRITTEN OUT💔💔SO. HERES THE AO3 LINK. I’ll try and redo it later??

Sorry this isn’t my traditional writing post it did not wanna work w me!!

[kolcheksluver]

consider the following: ernesto being too shy/embarrassed/flustered to tell finney what he wants and finney goading him into using his words by asking if he’s going to be “his good boy” or not (it works every time)

YOUR FAVORITE.

characters mentioned: Finney Blake, Ernesto Arellano

overview: “Ernesto.” Finn’s voice hardened in a way that made him melt.

“Uh-huh?”

“Are you gonna be my good boy and tell me what’s on your mind? Or are you gonna keep it to yourself, when you know I don’t like secrets.”

warnings: 18+, MDNI!! smut, blowjobs, hair pulling, choking, praise, kissing, that’s it I think.

word count: 1,671

This is kinda short, rushed, and not great idk how to write bjs but I did my best. Hopefully you like it anon cause I don’t lowkey, it’s not my best so maybe I’ll rewrite this one day but this is what I first thought of when I saw your rq. Writing under the cut, requests open, boarders from @cafekitsune yk the drill by now. Ty for reading!! And again, since I seem to have to repeat myself a lot; minors dni!! If y’all want a part two to this w ernie getting off cause I got lazy..lmk.

Finney wasn’t used to being over at the Arellano’s these days, but it was a weekend and Ernesto called him, asking if he wanted to watch Star Wars with him, and despite the late hour in the night. He was surprised the ringing of the phone didn’t wake anyone else up in the house but he was also grateful, because he could slip out unnoticed and walked the familiar path to the Arellano home and gently knocked on the door, and was quickly let in by Ernesto.

Now the two were borderline cuddled up on the couch together watching A New Hope, an arm lazily draped around the couch and Ernesto was tucked into his side, separate blankets splitting the two of them up, keeping Ernesto from really cuddling into Finney. Another of Finn’s invisible lines that he puts between them—too intimate, emotionally anyways. Finn could touch him intimately, but no, he could never emotionally be with him.

But Ernesto had grown to be okay with this. He would take what Finn gave him appreciatively, even if he tended to be left to clean up by himself. Finn was like that. He came, he left his imprint within Ernesto, and then he left like nothing happened. He was so intertwined within Ernesto that, no matter how much he jerked off, or tried to recreate the blissful feeling of losing air with Finn’s damaged fingers squeezing his throat while he fucked him, it didn’t work. He could never bring himself to cum without Finn’s help.

Or permission, rather.

But now Ernesto’s attention was drawn to Finn rather than the movie. With every clench of his jaw, swallow of his throat, lick of his lips that were dry from the cold—Ernesto’s breath grew heavier. He wanted those lips on him. On his lips, his neck, his chest, wrapped around his—no. Though, he wondered what Finn would act like being the one getting his dick sucked. Ernesto had never done it. He imagined it wouldn’t be great so he tried to throw the thought aside.

“What is it?” Finn asked, attempting to hide the agitation in his voice that was always there. He didn’t know how Finn always knew he was staring.

“Nothing.” Ernesto blinked at him owl-eyed, feigning innocence, not wanting him to know he was fantasizing about Finn sucking him off, or vice versa. He shifted away from Finn slightly, using the blanket to try and cover up his obvious hard-on.

“Nothing?” Finn could always see right through him. He shifted again, shrinking into himself. Finn turned to face him but Ernesto wouldn’t meet his eye, messing with his hands in what seemed like shame. Finn’s eyes narrowed and lifted his chin so he would look at Finn. “Ernie,” his voice was cool and calm, and it caused goosebumps all over his skin.

“Yeah?”

“Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

“Like I said, it’s nothing.”

“Ernesto.” Finn’s voice hardened in a way that made him melt.

“Uh-huh?”

“Are you gonna be my good boy and tell me what’s on your mind? Or are you gonna keep it to yourself, when you know I don’t like secrets.” Ernesto’s eyes widened slightly. There it was. Finn always knew how to get his way, especially with Ernesto. It was easy.

Ernie shook his head almost rapidly. “No—no, I’m..I’ll be good, I promise.” He was always good for Finn, but Finn couldn’t just outright tell him that could he? Then he wouldn’t be able to have fun with Ernesto like this, watching him squirm at the mere thought that he might not be good for Finn. Or maybe, even if Finn did tell him that, Ernesto would still act out because he liked the pain of Finn’s punishments.

“Well?”

“It’s just embarrassing.” Ernesto took a deep breath. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Sucking you off.” That was, admittedly, the last thing Finn was expecting him to say. He sat up straight and thought it over. The silence was deafening until Finn moved Ernesto on his lap before he could protest or hide his erection. Finn seemed unbothered by it.

Finn kissed him with an uncharacteristic tenderness. It confused Ernesto, but who was he to complain? Finn was never this gentle with him. He never kissed him like they were lovers, like he was now. Finney Blake’s kisses were rough and rushed and made Ernesto’s head spin but this was different, a good different. It didn’t last long though. His hands wandered, feeling Ernie up along the way, squeezing his ass at one point which earned a gasp from Ernesto and a smug smile from Finn, before he pulled away, cheeks slightly flushed.

“You wanna suck my dick, Ernie?” Finn said through heavy breaths. Ernesto nodded but that wasn’t enough for Finn. One of his hands ran through his short hair before gripping it and yanking hard, which earned a pained yelp from Ernesto, but it also made Ernesto’s dick twitch in his jeans. “Use your words, you know better.”

“Yes, Finn.” Ernesto felt tears in the corner of his eyes from the pain, even as Finn soothingly smoothed his hair out.

“Then get on your knees and do it.” It was still cold in the Arellano home but Ernesto felt like his skin was on fire from Finn’s touch. He wanted it all, but he obeyed and slid off his lap, kneeling in front of Finn. His knees were pressed against the carpet that’s been there longer than Ernie had been alive, his erection still strained and uncomfortable. And as if Finn could read his mind he quickly spoke, “And don’t touch yourself.”

Ernie frowned slightly but he nodded once more and spoke in a pathetic, low tone, “Okay.” It was so hard for Finn to be mean to Ernesto when he was like that. That was a lie, it wasn’t. Finn leaned back against the couch waiting for him. Ernesto was almost rethinking this—he’d never sucked anyone off before, what if it wasn’t good? Would Finn still want him after? He couldn’t let that get to him. Ernesto unzipped Finn’s fly slowly, and Finn lifted his hips for Ernesto, and just to make his life easier he pulled the waistband of Finn’s own jeans as well as his boxers at the same time until Finn’s dick was presented to him like a prize.

Pre-cum was dripping from the tip and Ernie’s mouth immediately watered. All this for him. Ernesto started by slowly stroking it at first, tip to base, just to feel it in his hand. Finn’s head tipped back slightly, his breath growing uneven with every stroke. Ernesto was quick to suck the precum off his fingers before taking an experimental lick to the tip.

It was an unusual sensation for Finn. But not a bad one. Ernesto’s tongue swirled around the head like he did with Finn’s fingers in his mouth and it made Finn shudder, a hand grasping his dark hair while Ernesto moved to licking long, agonizingly slow stripes along the shaft, looking up at Finn for all his expressions. “Fuck, Ernesto,” he breathed out.

Ernesto only hummed in response. He finally took Finn in his mouth, inch by inch, his tongue flattening against him and lips wrapped around him. Ernesto wanted him all but he gagged when Finn touched the back of his throat and instinctively tried to back away. Finn pushed his head back down. “Stay,” was all he said, as if he were a dog.

Finney didn’t expect to like it as much as he did but fuck, seeing Ernesto’s mouth stuffed full of him was a sight he wanted engraved into his mind forever. Ernesto began moving his head up and down slowly, gagging and choking every time the tip of Finn’s cock touched the back of his throat. His hands held onto Finn’s thighs to ground himself.

It didn’t take long for drool to start to dribble down the corners of his mouth, down his chin and onto Finn’s shaft as he bobbed his head up and down, finding a comfortable pace. Fast then slow down, rinse and repeat; it drove Finn insane. But that still didn’t stop Finn from reminding Ernesto who held the power here as he used his grip on his hair to try and push his head further down. “This what you wanted, Ernie? My dick in your mouth?”

He tried his best to nod but he made another choking sound, grabbing onto the material of Finn’s pants. “Better be prepared to take it all then. You look so pretty with your lips around me. Such a good boy for me, taking me so well.” The praise from Finn caused a light flutter in his chest. It was his first time, his teeth only accidentally scraped his dick a few times (which he felt bad for), and Finn was singing him praises.

Finn’s moans were low but still enough for Ernesto to hear all the way down there between his legs. Finn was close, and Ernesto could tell from the way he bucked his hips further into Ernesto’s mouth involuntarily occasionally. “Better swallow it,” Finn huffed out, eyes falling shut. “Ah, I’m gonna..” Finn’s words fell as he shoved Ernesto’s head down further when he finished, nose buried in his hair as he simultaneously choked while trying to swallow because he couldn’t risk letting it spill onto his family’s carpet.

Finney went slack and Ernesto pulled his mouth off his length, coughing and taking deep breaths, wiping his mouth. “You suck like you’re teething.” Finn, whose eyes were still closed, joked, though his tone was so monotone you’d never guess. “Hurts you know.”

“I’d never done that before.” Ernesto countered with a deep blush of his cheeks as Finn fixed himself.

“I can tell.”

“Finn..” Ernesto glanced down, his pants tighter than ever. “I didn’t…”

“Get yourself off.”

Ernesto didn’t process this immediately. Staring at him in a daze as he tried to regain full consciousness. “What?”

“You heard me.”

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hear me out… an angsty/fluffy finnesto fic where finney stands up to ernestos bullies, cleans him up and they both let all their emotions about robin out

DO I LOOK LIKE HIM?

characters mentioned: Finney Blake, Ernesto Arellano

overview: Finn’s eyes narrowed at him as he dropped his face, unintentionally sending him stumbling back slightly. The thing was, Finn already knew who it was. He had seen the kid picking on Ernesto in passing, and he had told him off before, but never did anything drastic.

But he couldn’t promise the same for now.

warnings: Just some blood/fighting, and angst

word count: 898

Some angsty finnesto for the people. I’m slowly but gradually getting through my inbox so y’all don’t think your rqs are going unseen!! Trust I see them, I just have a very whack sleep schedule right now LMAOO but you know the drill, requests are open, reblogs appreciated, boarder from @cafekitsune, enjoy!!

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“Who did this to you?” Finney’s voice was sharp and demanding in a way that made Ernesto flinch instinctively, even more so when Finney grabbed his face, examining it. Underneath Ernesto’s glasses, a bruise was forming around his eye; a red turning purple gradually as the hours passed them by.

“Uh—what?” He squeaked and tried to pull his head out of Finney’s unforgiving grip, but it was no use. He gently yanked him closer to eye it. Finn and Ernie have never been this close before, not really. Especially not in the school bathroom, where anyone can walk in. Finn’s eyes narrowed at him as he dropped his face, unintentionally sending him stumbling back slightly. The thing was, Finn already knew who it was. He had seen the kid picking on Ernesto in passing, and he had told him off before, but never did anything drastic.

But he couldn’t promise the same for now.

Finney didn’t know the kids name but he knew his annoying shrill of a voice, and what he looked like. He clenched his jaw, grabbed his bag from the floor, and then left. Ernesto was still processing before grabbing his own belongings and faltering after Finney, who was about twenty steps ahead of him, already down the hall, walking in long, determined strides.

“Finn!” Ernesto called out after him as he tried to catch up, but to no avail. Finn saw their classmate in question, and tossed his bag against lockers that weren’t being blocked by lingering students that were skipping, and when he turned around to see what the commotion was, he didn’t have enough time to process before Finney’s fist connected with his nose, earning Finn a satisfactory crack of his nose.

There was a harmony of gasps from the bystanders, seeing as this time it was—seemingly—unprovoked, but a crowd quickly formed. The boy stumbled against the lockers with blood gushing down his nostrils, onto his shirt and pants but Finn didn’t let up. He shoved him against the lockers, winding his another punch, and another. The boy was too disoriented to really fight back.

The warm blood combined with Finn’s split knuckles meant that he didn’t know whose blood was whose anymore, but he also…didn’t care. Finn didn’t stop until teachers began coming out of their classrooms to take control of the situation but this was nothing new. Finney Blake whaling on a student? Just another Tuesday. But, he stopped, eventually.

“Stay the fuck away from him, you hear?” He muttered through gritted teeth. He was sure the boy’s ears were ringing but still he got a weak nod. And Finn seemed satisfied. With Ernesto hot on his trail he grabbed his bag and went into the nearest bathroom to fix his hands.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Ernesto’s own jaw clenched this time. For all Ernesto knew, Finn could’ve just made things worse for him. “You shouldn’t have,” he corrected himself.

“He was a dick.” Finn stated simply as he ran his split knuckles under cool water, blood flowing down the drain.

“You could’ve made things worse.”

“Or better.”

“Finn!” Ernie snapped unexpectedly, causing Finn to flinch. Suddenly he wasn’t seventeen in high school in the boys bathroom with Ernesto anymore, but rather he was back home at thirteen, walking on eggshells around his father, flinching at every sudden movement or loud noise to try and not piss him off.

Finn stared at his bloodied hands that didn’t feel like his own. There was a slight shake to them and his throat dried up.

“You aren’t—stop acting like him!” Ernesto was too in his rant to realize that Finney was barely listening. “I don’t need your help!” Ernesto’s shoulder rose and fell as he realized the state of Finney. He’s never seen Finn look so small, not since he got out of the basement.

“Sorry.” He offered weakly and quietly. Ernesto chewed on the inside of his cheek as he reached for Finn’s hands, but he flinched back, which made Ernesto pause, too.

“Can I wrap your hand?” Ernesto had some experience from wrapping Robin’s hands, but he was a bit out of practice. But still, Finn hesitantly offered his hand to him, trying to still the shakiness in it as Ernesto’s skin touched his own. He wanted to pull back again. He wanted to shrink into the nearest corner, or hide in the closest stall like he used to, but he just took deep, slow breaths, as Ernesto carefully bandaged his hand.

In and out.

“I’m sorry I snapped.”

“It’s fine.” Finney answered him, all too quickly to be believable.

“It isn’t. I just—”

“I don’t mean to be like him.” Finney interrupted, causing Ernie to pause. Robin seemed to be like a forbidden name between them even if they knew what the other was talking about. “I don’t want to replace him.”

“I know.” Did he? Maybe. Maybe not. “I just miss him.”

Finney nodded solemnly. “Me too.” Finney met Ernesto’s eye and, for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding between them, one that hadn’t been there before.

The silence was interrupted by Finney’s name being announced over the pa system, his presence being demanded in the principal’s office, he’d made it a bit of a habit. Finn didn’t ruin their moment by saying anything. He grabbed his bag and left, leaving Ernesto to his thoughts.