#but this will be part comedic part sticky sweet fluff

[kitty-mactabbysh]

Boy I haven't updated in *years*

Okay so here's one thing for the Uber Driver AU because I still miss it.

Soap and Ghost are good friends now. They talk often whenever they see one another, they know each other's silly nicknames. They already saw a movie together and Soap doesn't even need to request a ride anymore, since he's got Si's personal number.

They're slowly falling for each other, but since none of them knows what this *is* exactly, they've been keeping quiet. Especially Ghost, who was never really too good with getting attached (doesn't end well).

But there was this one night in which Soap arrived from work, absolutely tired, like work had really done numbers on him this time. Not sure if he's gonna work in an office or a coffee shop or maybe or maybe a record store, who knows.

The point is, he's exhausted and his day was the worst. They talked a little on his way back home (Soap completely forgot he used to be a ride-or-die biker these past few months) and ended up falling asleep.

Ghost couldn't help but smile when he realized. And when he arrived at Soap's house, rather than waking him up, he took Johnny's keys and carried him inside, tucked him into bed.

That was, for sure, the night he realized he didn't feel just some sort of friendship with Johnny. His care and his attention, all of that was love.

I'm planning on writing this as Ghost fell first but since I'm doing it from his POV it is entirely possible that they fell at the same time.

[thecampjuicebox]

Imagine how frustrated Haarlep would be with themself if they legitimately fell for someone. I think that might be the only way to fluster the dirty fiend. Lust and passion and indulgence, they know how to deal with. But love and tenderness and even the smallest inkling of emotional intimacy? I imagine Haarlep wouldn't hate it, just hate that they don't know what to do with it.

I mean, just imagine Haarlep puzzling over someone complementing their wit and just enjoying their company. Imagine Haarlep reacting to receiving aftercare for probably the first time in a long while. Imagine Haarlep receiving a thoughtful gift (like maybe Haarlep off-handedly mentions wanting to pursue a hobby and they later find supplies needed for said hobby gifted to them) with no string attached or any expectation of paying back the gift-giver. I would eat that kind of stuff up as if I were starving.

Anyway, thank you! Sorry for the paragraphs! Rambling over! Bye!

OKAY WAIT

You are truly on to something here. Haarlep fluff is my weakness and I am so so so so so excited to write about it whenever I get the chance. Baby deserves some lovins too!!!! (Might do a few parts to this, but for now I think Tav giving Haarlep a lil bath after sex just sounds so sweet)

Inferno Pt. 1

Pairing: Haarlep (m) x Tav (gn)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd person

Warnings: Fluff, angst, very light smut, mutual pining, trouble accepting genuine affection, slight game spoilers (this fits in a weird spot canonically)

Chests heave in the throws of passion, sweat and sex mixing into a scent cocktail of epic proportions. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, Tav and Haarlep ride the waves of their pleasure, completely enraptured by the sounds and heat between them. Frantic thrusts rattle the large bedframe holding the mattress up beneath them, Haarlep's wings creating a protective cocoon around their otherwise vulnerable bodies. It's become a normal occurrence, the two of them. Late nights. Early mornings. Enjoying each others' company and the animalistic fuck sessions they've grown so fond of. With Raphael constantly being busy after the fall of the absolute and Tav finding a new home in the House of Hope, Haarlep searched for newness. For "fresh meat to feast upon in trying times", as he put it originally.

Tongues wrestle for dominance in a display of conflicting power, Haarlep's hips quickening their pace to chase his end. Quiet grunts break through the warm air of the boudoir. Breaking their kiss, Haarlep takes a moment to stare down at Tav, a strange and unfamiliar warmth trickling through his limbs. Strange.. But almost comforting. Tav whispers sweet nothings into the cambion's perked up ears as they both finish and topple over the edge of ecstasy, Haarlep collapsing in his usual way against Tav's tired body. Trembling arms snake around Haarlep's torso as the two attempt to find oxygen once more, gentle fingers dancing along his spine, feeling the rise and fall of each vertebra and ridge on his hot skin. Now they lie there. Quiet. Enveloped in each other like lovers, a concept that is all too foreign to the Incubus. Love. Lust; Haarlep has known for centuries. But love.. Love is so new. So fresh, like a deep bite or the stab of a dagger. Sweet words and caring gestures typically feel like salt in the cuts. Not with Tav, however. Everything feels natural with Tav. Organic and gentle. As he relaxes into the being beneath him, his mind wanders. Their quiet breaths and the thumping of their heart nearly lulls him to sleep. A tired Tav slides their way out of Haarlep's grasp to move toward the bath, the sticky residue of sweat and spend coating their skin in an uncomfortably thick layer.

"Mm, care to join me, Haarlep? I hope it's still warm.. Hells, we're in the Hells.. Of course it's still warm."

Tav chuckles sweetly to themselves, their air of comedic cluelessness forcing Haarlep to crack a smile. The incubus lifts his head, eyes narrowing on the naked elf before him. A bath? How romantic. A shiver rumbles down Haarlep's spine at the thought and he stands, sauntering slowly toward the tub, fingers reaching out to wiggle into the eternally hot water.

"Wouldn't hurt, I suppose.."

The two settle their aching bodies into the water and Tav immediately moves closer to Haarlep, fingers searching the edge of the tub for a bar of soap and a rag. Haarlep's eyes flutter closed and he focuses on the warmth around him. The steam. The scents enveloping his senses. The gentle swish of the hot water as Tav moves about the tub. Why is Tav.. The soft brush of a soapy rag across his chest startles Haarlep from his rest, his hands moving out to quickly guard himself from the assumed intruder of his space. Panic creates a flurry in this chest, pupils blown wide. His wings spread out and fling water out of the sides of the large tub. Tav gasps loudly and takes a step back, teeth clasping down onto their bottom lip, hand barely keeping a firm grasp on the slippery bar of soap they'd used to lather the rag. A mixture of embarrassment and shame paints the saddest expression on their face and Haarlep's fluttering heart falls deep into his stomach.

"What in the Nine Hells were you just doing?"

"I was trying to.. Wash you.. I'm sorry, I-"

Regret settles itself into the crows feet at the corners of Haarlep's eyes. He frowns at the frightened elf, wings settling into the water now after their terrifying display just moments ago. Large hands reach out to Tav's wrists and tug them closer, the bar of soap slipping and falling into the tub, a small splash coating Tav's lashes in water. Haarlep chuckles. A sound Tav hasn't heard in such a genuine manner. Is he upset? Worrisome eyes lower to the rippling water between them. The reflection of Tav's face on the surface forces their eyes closed anxiously. The rag remains clutched tightly between both hands now, suds and bubbles slipping out through the cracks in their fingers and spilling into the water beside them in a mountain of sweet smelling foam.

"Well don't just stand there. Keep going."

Confusion bubbles up in Tav's throat but they oblige, approaching the sleepy cambion with the rag once more. Little swipes clean the mess from Haarlep's chest and he lets out a content sigh. He's never been taken care of this way. He's never been taken care of at all, as a matter of fact. The feeling is both comforting and so disgusting. He lies rigid now, lids blinking as he stares up at the ceiling, his hands carefully resting on Tav's hips to keep them steady in front of him. The rag moves carefully up his neck now. Gentle strokes swipe away the sweat from the night's previous activities. Pausing for a moment, Tav fumbles for the bar of soap. They huff in frustration as it slips comically out of their hands and back into the water multiple times, droplets of water landing all over Haarlep's chest, face, horns, and wings. He grins and swiftly reaches for the bar, sinking his claws into the slippery surface.

"Gotcha!"

Laughter erupts from the two occupants of the tub. Genuine laughter. Tav carefully takes the soap from the incubus's claws, rubbing the rag around its surface to create a soapy lather. Haarlep retrieves the bar once more and sets it on the side of the tub as a precaution, a grin from his previous laughing fit still lingering on his thin red lips. For a moment, all is okay. The normal rumbling in Haarlep's brain is calmed. Soothed, even. The rag moves along his cheeks to clean them off. Tav's free hand moves around the back of Haarlep's head to direct him to look at them.

"Don't want to get soap in your eyes.."

"Yes, that would burn like, well, Hell."

Another sweet giggle leaves Tav's throat and Haarlep could burst into flames right there, leaving nothing but a puddle of floating ash in the tub where he sat. He adores everything about Tav. Their smile, the shape of their body, their sweet voice. Their eyes, Gods, their eyes. Piercing and gentle, staring right through him. Reading him like a rare old Tome. Most importantly, their interest in him. Not his cock. Not what he has to offer in the sheets. Him. Haarlep's claws gently rake down Tav's sides, earning a shaky moan from the elf's parted lips. Their resolve falters for a moment before the rag makes its way toward Haarlep's wings, rubbing gentle circles around the cherry colored leather skin. Haarlep sighs happily, his tail subconsciously wrapping itself around Tav's plush thigh. The tip rubs against their sex, making their knees buckle beneath them. With a swift tug, Tav falls against Haarlep, his hands moving to the globes of their ass now to hold them tightly against his lap, one hand moving to adjust their legs to wrap around him. Their eyes meet, and it's like the room around them catches fire. Sparks, lightning, flames, all igniting at once. Haarlep's stomach turns.

The unfamiliar feeling rises up again. It burns in his belly. Snakes its way through his arms and legs. Tingles like Weave in his spinal cord. He clears his throat, pressing even further into Tav while his tail continues the slow back and forth friction against them. The sounds he earns from the specimen against him just fuels his fire and he sinks his teeth into the top of their shoulder, little rivulets of blood pooling in the indentations he left there. With a grin, he licks the broken flesh. Tav writhes in his arms in excitement, reaching their arms up to give Haarlep's horns a gentle tug backward, forcing his gaze to fall upon their needy expression. With a huff, the incubus licks his lips, eyebrows knitting together apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself.."

"You don't have to. Not with me.."

[ironmansuuucks]

Home

dewey finn x fem reader

heyyooo, so imma do a little 3 part (?) dewey finn x reader series here about bringing Dewey home to meet family! it’s gonna be fluffy, a little angsty and majority of it will be based on my actual life and family, because they are something else lmao.. let me know if you enjoy! (also! I’m still working on your guys requests!

I got inspired for this from @texasblues because I honestly loved your fic so so so much and wanted to do my own little twist💜

warnings: fluff? the tiniest bit of angst?

words: 1600

Dewey chuckled when you pulled the covers over your head to block the sunlight and groaned. “Baby come on, it’ll be fun!” He chimed, his thick, sleepy morning voice was enough to send shivers down your spine. You peeled the cover off to reveal only your eyes, raising your brows at him. “You don’t know my parents” you matter of factly stated.

His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you on top of his chest. He was so warm. “Yeah but it would be good for you to go home for some time...” his hand moved up and brushed the hair away from your face. You rested your chin on his chest, looking up into his eyes and his sticky morning face, then up to that birds nest he called hair. “Home is wherever I’m with you” you smirked, reaching up to ruffle his brown curls, eliciting a little laugh from your sweet rockstar. His hand rubbed up and down your back soothingly and you could feel the way he chuckled below you. It was nice.

“No... going home home is different, and I know you miss it” he lifted an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’ll think about it... it’s a long journey Dew..” you bit the inside of your lip. You did want to go home.. but home was exceptionally different from life here.

“Yeah but we can have so much fun on the plane! We can play the switch, we can watch movies.. it’d be awesome!” Dewey was all excited, you could here it in his voice. “And we can go in August, when the schools are off and I have summer vacation, and you have tons of holidays left to take!” He exclaimed, trying to get his point across to you. You smiled at his enthusiasm as you rested your head in your hand. Dewey’s hand came up and ran his fingers through your hair as he smiled at you.

“Dew... life over there is totally different from life here.. and the people are different, different humour, different accent..” you huffed out an amused breathe thinking about him trying to understand everyone.

“If they’re anything like you then I’m gonna love them” he chuckled as he rolled his eyes at you still trying to make up excuses.

“And you can show me all around, your school, places you used to go... it would be awesome! And I’d get to meet that family you always talk about” he moved to rest his hands under his head, relaxing.

“If I go home then 80% of the time will be spent with my family you know” you chuckled. You were super close with your family. And some size family it was. They meant everything to you, and you missed them so much.. but they were certainly an acquired taste.

You grinned at the thought of Dewey getting to meet them all. If he loved your humour, then he would certainly love theirs. You could show him the beach, and all the places you grew up and take him to all of your favourite places. Maybe it would be fun?

Dewey watched as your face morphed into a grin, and he knew what that meant. “Yeah?” He beamed.

“Okay yeah” you smiled, biting your lip. “Hell yeah! Now, stop biting your lip and start biting mine!” He flirted, rolling you over so he way laying on top of you, making you laugh. You pulled his head down to yours, laying a soft yet needy kiss in his lips. “Ok rockstar.. but your in for a shock let me tell you... my accent has severely dulled the past two years and it’ll kick back in as soon as the plane lands on the ground.. and it doesn’t sound like it does on the tv” you warned.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be fine... plus, it’ll be kinda cool to see where the Young brothers were born.. OOO and to see the Loch Ness monster! and I gotta see a highland cow when I’m there or I’ll probably die...”

You rolled your eyes, this was gonna be fun...

 * * * * * *

 “Dewey… just pack the jacket” you sighed. Packing with him was hard. Dewey couldn’t get it into his head that he wasn’t going upstate to sunshine and shorts. Scotland was cold, even in august.

“Honey, I do not need a jacket I’ll be fine!” he (attempted) to fold his Def Leppard t-shirt, placing it in the suitcase sat in front of him.

You breathed in deeply, your eyes shutting, teeth gritted, trying to remain calm. This was all last minute. You and Dewey left for Scotland tomorrow, and had only booked it last month. It was all a surprise from your amazing rockstar, and you cried so many happy tears, but right now… you felt like the most stressed person on the planet.

Your eyes remained closed. “Dewey… pack the fucking jacket.. it’s going to be 22c max…” our hands were gripping the edge of the suitcase, remaining in control. Dewey’s eyes wandered over to you, and his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. “okay.. okay” he looked from side to side, confused to why you were to stressed.

You sighed again, aggressively packing the rest of your clothes. His eyes kept wandering over to yours, until he had finished packing his t shirts.

“hey…” he walked around to you, taking your hand in his and pulling you to face him. “hey.. what’s wrong baby? this is supposed to be fun? Not stressful…” his eyes searched your face worriedly. Your eyes met his and you bit your lip as you looked into those caring, bright eyes. His thumbs rubbed the back of your hands soothingly.

You spoke hesitantly. “well.. this is the first time you’ll be meeting my family… and I want you to love them… what if you hate them? or hate home?...” you started rambling… “and we leave tomorrow… at 8AM… and you don’t get that its going to be freezing, and I just miss my family so much…”

“hey, hey, hey slow down baby” he cut you off as you caught your breath a little. “its going to be fine… you’re gonna be back with them in no time.. and I’m going to love it… and them.. I promise…” he looked down at you, smiling. You smiled back a little.. everything would be fine…

“and don’t worry… the damn jacket is in the case” he chuckled, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead.

Your family meant everything to you.. and you loved every bone in Dewey’s body.. and you truly hoped they would too… but you were worried that if you visited home… you might never want to go back to your life in New York with Dewey…

 * * * * * *

 Your anxiety didn’t stop there. The entire way to the airport, security, flying – it was all making you feel a little off. But your sweet Dewey was there to keep you from drowning in your own wicked head.

Dewey Finn was easily excitable, bouncy and he couldn’t sit still. Keeping such a ball of energy in a small confined space for almost 8 hours was a challenge.

He would bring his hand up to his face as if he was talking into a walkie talkie; “crshhh.. this is your captain speaking… this plane is indeed going to crash unless my super hot girlfriend shows me her-“ you cut him off giggling.

“Dewey! People can hear you” you hit his chest lightly a little. He giggled, putting his lips close to your ear, “what, you don’t wanna join the mile high club with me?”. He said it so dark, and it made you excited. “you wish… get lost you dork” you scoffed, looking out at the rolling clouds, your stomach doing a little flip.

You had gotten lost in the book you had brought with you, Dewey was humming to himself, his fingers dancing on your thigh, tapping to the beat of the song in his head, you always found it soothing.. but apparently not everyone did…

“hey pal, knock off the damn humming will ya?” the grumpy old man grumbled from the seat behind Dewey. The smile that grew on Dewey’s face was comedic, the edges of his lips curling up like a cartoon. His eyes widened before moving to look at you, and yours at his, when he suddenly burst out laughing.

Your eyes grew at him laughing, audibly so they guy behind could hear him. You gave Dewey a stern look, trying not to laugh too much at his antics, and brought your hand up to lightly pinch his cheek. He quietened down a little, grinning at you. He was like a little kid.

He brought his head closer to yours, “who took a dump in his coco pops?” he chuckled, making you smile and roll your eyes. Only five hours left. Reaching into your travel bag you reached for the Nintendo switch.

“fancy getting beat at mario kart?” you teased, hopefully occupying him for an hour or so. “pfft you wish… you know I’m the world best at mario kart babe…but maybe I’ll let you win a round” he winked at you as he took the blue controller.

Your eyes glanced over at Dewey mid game.. you admired his little concentrated face; his nose slightly scrunched, eyebrows furrowed, his tongue peeking out and resting at the side of his top lip, and his floppy hair covering his eye the slightest bit before his fore arm came up and moved it from his face.

You loved him so much… and you didn’t know what you would do without him… dewould be okay.. it was gonna be fine…

“sooo, is someone going to play bagpipes for us when we step off the plane?” he chirped, you rolled your eyes. Its gonna be a long three weeks…

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