#I literally finished a tub the other day but now I'm missing it :(

[flashbcaks]

Currently Needing: worlds largest pot of hummus with a neverending supply of pita or naan bread

[scoonsalicious]

Unsatisfied, Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: After game night, Bucky promised to ruin you come morning. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, Explicit Sexual Content: Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (FaceTime sex, hand stuff), Pocket still not being over her trauma, mentions of past injury.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hi, besties!

It's me, ya gurl, with Part 2 of the post-Unwanted one-shot that's become a three-shot, lol! I fucking missed the absolute hell out of these two, and I'm so happy to be back with them for a little bit. Writing for Pocket and her Bucky is just like... I don't know. It's like I'm not even making stuff up, just channeling it, because it comes so easily, unlike literally everything else I try to write. I can't say when I'm going to resume WFLT. To be perfectly candid, I might put it on extended hiatus while I work on other things that seem to come easier right now. I don't know yet. I just want to be up front with everyone.

Here's where my attentions are currently focused: Finishing Unsatisfied, an untitled collab with @mrsbuckybarnes1917, writing Hunted, and plotting Unbroken. For some reason, there is just a giant Gandalf standing between me and WFLT, waving his staff and shouting "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" I'll let you know when I whip him into the abyss. And yes, that does make me the Balrog in this scenario, and I, too, fall to my death in the depths of Moria. It's an imperfect analogy, okay? At least I'm not Sean Bean, dying all over the place.

Anyway, enjoy more Pocket and Bucky! I know I do! xoxo

“I miss you,” you moaned into the screen of your phone. Your voice sounded pitiful, even to your own ears, but you were lonely and you didn’t have the shame to hide it. Especially not from the man you were talking to.

“I miss you, too, sweets,” Bucky said with a dejected sigh that let you know your feelings of misery were mutual. “It shouldn’t be longer than a few more days, then I’ll come back home to ya, and we can pick up where we left off, yeah?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, his promise setting your skin awash in goosebumps. ‘Where you’d left off’ had been finally, finally, coming back together after nearly twelve months of self-imposed celibacy, spending the first night together, in your new apartment, wrapped in each other’s arms, with his co—

“At least we got our bubble bath before things went fully to shit,” Bucky added, a smile playing on his lips from across the distance, as though he knew exactly where your thoughts had taken you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, remembering the feel of him, so warm and solid, against your back in the tub. After he’d kicked out your friends from the impromptu game night they’d decided to throw at your new place, and you’d gotten over your freakout when Sam had inadvertently joked about Bucky ‘cheating’ at a card game, the two of you had spent a much needed evening just in each other’s company. Intimacy, but not sex, the way your therapist had recommended, with Bucky promising to ruin you come daybreak. 

Instead, though, a call had come from Fury in the middle of the night. A group of terrorists, counting some several enhanced among them, had stolen a biological weapon and were threatening to decimate the population of Shanghai unless the Chinese government gave into their demands, and so, The Avengers, Bucky included, had been called away.

You’d offered to go, just so you could stay close to him. You’d never even leave the Quinjet, you’d promised, out of the action, but neither Bucky nor Tony was eager to see you back on the field, not after what had happened the last time. Even though you’d had your last reconstructive surgery months ago, and your doctors had given you the all clear, between your boyfriend and your pseudo-brother, you weren’t leaving New York anytime soon.

That had been over a week ago. Negotiations with the terrorists had not gone according to plan, and they were probably going to have to fight it out. And as for you? You were ready to climb the fucking walls.

“How’s wedding stuff going?” Bucky asked, referring to your role as Maid of Honor in Pepper and Tony’s upcoming nuptials. “Keeping you busy?”

“Don’t you dare try to change the subject, Barnes,” you practically growled at him. “I am so fucking desperate for your cock, I swear to god–”

From somewhere off camera, you could hear a cacophony of sound– a combination of Sam and Clint’s uproarious laughter and Tony shouting “JESUS CHRIST BARNES, USE YOUR FUCKING HEADPHONES!”

Bucky’s face had turned crimson in the video call, and you couldn’t suppress the laugh that came bubbling from you as he abruptly stood up and removed himself into a darker, quieter area.

“Shit,” he exhaled as he got himself re-situated in the new, hopefully more private, space. He ran a hand down his face in embarrassment. “Didn’t mean for them to hear all that, doll.”

You laughed as you twisted a strand of hair around your finger in the way you knew he liked. “What happened to your earbuds, baby?” you teased. 

Bucky reached up and pulled an airpod from his ear, looking at the small device as though it had personally offended him. “I thought they were on!” he exclaimed. “If I’d known I’d been broadcasting you for the whole fucking team to hear, I woulda gone somewhere a lot more private to begin with.”

“The whole team?” you asked, cautiously. You didn’t want to say any names, but you needed to know if he was there, too. If he’d heard you.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, catching your meaning and lowering his voice. “Rogers is here.”

You swallowed and nodded solemnly. You hadn’t spoken to Steve Rogers since he’d made his horrible confession to you in the hospital, of the ways he’d manipulated your life to keep you and Bucky apart. All culminating in Bucky’s betrayal, your temporary death, the loss of your unborn baby. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, thinking only of Bucky in the moment. It was easy for you to stay away from Steve, to ignore him– your anger toward him had far surpassed any level of fondness you’d once had for Captain America, but you knew how much harder it was for Bucky to break a bond of nearly a century. Not that you would have ever forbidden him from reconnecting with Steve, if that was what he had wanted. No, Bucky had decided on his own that some things couldn’t be forgiven. No matter how many decades of friendship might lie behind them.

“Yeah,” he sighed, though you could tell from the look in his eyes that it was harder for him than he was letting on. “It’s awkward, but if we keep it strictly to business, it’s manageable. It’s just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, and you wished so badly that you could be there to smooth the lines from his distraught face. “It’s just… sometimes he makes it hard to remember what he did.”

You nodded, feeling guilty that you were the reason the two were no longer friends. That Steve had betrayed Bucky because of his desire for you. 

“Don’t go blaming yourself, sweets,” Bucky chastised you knowingly. It was like he could read your mind. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a look. “I know how that pretty head works, doll, and I know you’re blaming yourself. Stop it. He made his own bed, now he gets to lie in it.”

“I know,” you lamented. “I just hate that you have to pay the emotional cost of his bad decisions, that’s all.”

Bucky frowned at you. “Just like I hate how you had to pay the costs for mine, doll,” he said softly. “Our actions have consequences. We have to live with them, so we don’t make the same fuck ups again.”

You subconsciously let your hand drift to your abdomen, your fingers delicately tracing over the scar that was the only external reminder that you’d been shot. Had technically been killed. Had lost a lot more than your life. You were grateful Bucky could only see you from the chest up.

“Well, this conversation took a turn,” you said, trying to get off of subjects you’d rather not dwell on. “Can we go back to talking about how fucking horny I am for you?”

Bucky barked out a laugh and god, how it warmed your heart that you could still get that reaction out of him after everything you’d both gone through. His blue eyes seemed to darken as he adjusted himself in whatever seat he was in. “If it helps, I’m horny as hell for you, too, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth as he nodded his head. “Yeah, hearing that does help. Show me.”

Bucky’s eyes widened through the screen. “Show you?” he breathed, clearly not having anticipated where you were about to take the conversation. “What do you mean, ‘show you’, doll?”

“I mean,” you said, leaning back against the headboard to make yourself more comfortable, “show me that pretty cock of yours, Sergeant. Take it out. Stroke it for me. I wanna see what I’ve been missing.”

You watched as Bucky’s eyes went back and forth between the phone screen and the door that separated him from the rest of the team. You could tell from the way he was gnawing at his bottom lip that he was seriously debating it, but that he had some real reservations. “Doll,” he whispered, sounding scandalized, but excited, “they’re right outside. They’ll hear me.”

You smirked at the way he’d suddenly become shy. “I wanna hear you, Sarge,” you pleaded in a breathy whisper, and from the way he closed his eyes and moaned at your words, you knew he was so close to giving you what you wanted. “Come on, baby,” you cooed. “Can’t you show Pocket that pretty pink cock she’s been wanting so badly? Can’t I watch you choke it with your big hands while I imagine my mouth wrapped around it? Pozhaluysta, Soldat?”

“Fuck,” he muttered, and you knew you’d won when he hopped up from where he’d been sitting. Though you couldn’t see it from the way he was letting the phone dangle, you could hear him lock the door. “You know I can’t resist it when you speak Russian, doll,” he said as he sat back down, propping the phone and its camera up against something so that you could see his entire body stretched out before you. 

“YA rasschityval na eto, detka,” you said with a grin. I was counting on it, baby. You could see now that he was in a bedroom of what looked like a standard SHIELD safehouse. It was small– only one twin-sized bed, so you weren’t worried about anyone else barging in to need the space. 

“So, how do we do this?” he asked, and you could hear the nervousness mixed with excitement in his voice. It struck you that, throughout your relationship, and all the time you’d spent apart while one or the other was away on missions, the two of you had actually never done this before. Phone sex, yeah, but never on video, together. It was going to be new territory, and it thrilled you. 

“We?” you asked playfully, pretending you had no idea what he was talking about. 

Bucky looked at you sternly though the screen of your phone and you involuntarily shivered under his gaze. “Don’t think for a second I’m not going to see that sweet, dripping cunt of yours tonight, doll. I’ve been fantasizing about it for ages. Got just a taste of it the other day, and it wasn’t nearly enough.”

Fuck, you could feel yourself dampen and your nipples harden just from his words alone, not to mention the memory of the brief moment on your terrace, before the movers had arrived, when he’d had his deliciously thick fingers pressed inside of you.

“Baby,” you moaned, not even realizing you were trailing your fingertips over the pebbled flesh of your breasts under your shirt, imagining his rough, calloused hands on you. 

“Take off your clothes, Pocket,” Bucky growled. He didn’t ask; it wasn’t a request. It was a command, and you were ready to obey. 

“Sir, yes sir, Sergeant,” you said, and you were sure you looked anything but graceful as you sped to pull your top over your head and shimmy out of the pair of cheeky panties you wore. The cool breeze of the air conditioning danced along your flushed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, his eyes following the path your fingers traced along the contours of your body. You watched hungrily as he absentmindedly palmed himself through the Tac pants he still frustratingly donned. “God, you look even better‘n I remember, sweets,” he grunted. “Better than I’ve been imaginin’ all week. How the fuck’s that even possible?”

“Buck,” you warned, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his obviously false praise as you turned to hide your face from his gaze. “Stop. I know you don’t mean that.”

Frowning, Bucky leaned forward, picking up the phone so he could bring his face close to the camera, scrutinizing you. “Pocket,” he said, but you refused to look at him. “Pocket!” he tried again, his voice a little firmer, but still gentle. “Why the fuck would I not mean that, sweetheart? You’re gorgeous.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. It was kind of him to lie to spare your feelings, really, but you didn’t think you could take it. Not from him. Not after everything. Without thought, your hand moved to cover your bullet wound from his gaze. “Come on, Buck,” you said, your tone implying that you weren’t buying his bullshit, no matter how sweetly he was selling it, “we both know you weren’t imagining me with all these new scars.”

“Baby.” Bucky made a noise somewhere between a choked laugh and an incredulous groan. “You can’t seriously think I, of all fucking people, give a shit about a couple of tiny scars?” He put the phone down, and your view of him was obstructed for a moment while you heard the rustle of cloth. When he lifted it up again, you saw he had taken off his vest and Tac shirt. He pointed to the ruined skin of his left shoulder.

“Look at these and tell me you think I’m gonna be turned off by a coupla’ scars, Pocket,” he said, and you could detect the hard edge to his voice. 

“It’s different, Buck,” you told him, your voice cracking. “You already had those scars when we met; they were a part of the man I fell in love with. You…” you hastily wiped at the tear that was suddenly threatening to fall from your eye. “Mine… mine weren’t. You didn’t get a choice in them.”

You watched as the look on Bucky’s face morphed into one of pure confusion. Of course he didn’t fully understand– you weren’t just talking about scars, after all. He… just didn’t realize that yet.

“You didn’t have a choice in them, either, sweetheart,” he said softly, eying the way your hand protectively rested over your abdomen. “And if you’re talking about the scar from when you got shot… well, fuck, if that scar’s not my favorite thing.”

You looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief. “How could this… disgusting reminder…” you choked out, “of everything that happened last year… how could that be your favorite thing, Bucky?”

“That scar means you’re alive, doll,” he told her. “That you’re still breathing, still with me, in spite of all of it. So forgive me if I think that makes it the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled, his words momentarily taking away the sting of the inadequacy you’d felt ever since the doctors had told you about the extent of your condition. It wasn’t something you were purposefully keeping from Bucky… You had just been too terrified to say it out loud. You were going to tell him. Just not yet.

"Look at me Doll,” he said, getting your attention back onto his face, “I don't like that I have to tell you this at all, but I'm gonna do it, as many times as you need, as many times as it takes for you to believe me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

You felt your face soften, the tension of insecurity drop from your shoulders as he looked at you through the phone screen, eyes blue pools of adoration. You wanted so badly to just get lost in him, to let him consume you until you were capable of thinking of nothing but him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“It’s something more than just the scar, isn’t it, sweets? You’ve never been ashamed of showing me your body before.” You weren’t vain as a rule, and Bucky knew this about you. You had other scars, worse ones. Uglier ones, but none had ever bothered you the way this one had. None had ever carried the same degree of psychological and emotional baggage. 

You just nodded, afraid that if you spoke, you’d reveal what you’d been keeping from him, blurt it out before you could stop yourself, and it was not the kind of thing you wanted to do over video with thousands of miles of distance between you.

“You don’t have to tell me, doll,” he said, the understanding in his voice so pure that it made you ache. “I know so many of my actions have hurt you; I get that there’s still some trust–”

“Baby, no,” you interrupted. “I trust you, I do. I want to tell you. I’m just… not ready yet.”

“Tell me what I can do for you right now, then, sweetheart,” he offered. He’d brought the phone close to his face, his gaze on you intense and burning through the screen. “What do you need?”

You exhaled, the sight of him so focused and sincere making your knees feel weak. “Just you, Buck,” you whispered, the words coming out in a breathy sigh. “I just want you.”

“I’m right here, doll.” His voice turned low, darker. A soft purr that vibrated your insides. “And I’ll be home with you real soon, but you gotta tell me what I can do for you right. now.”

You sucked in a shuddering gasp of air, indulging in the way his words swept over your body like a languid kiss. Without even thinking, you felt your hand drift down your abdomen, your fingertips dancing along the top of your thigh.

“Buck,” you found yourself whining as you squirmed your ass across the mattress, searching for any inch of friction you could find. 

“Yeah, baby,” he grunted, readjusting the camera so it was once again propped up and you could see the length of him pressing against the material of his tac-pants. “Tell Sergeant Barnes what you want so he can give it to you.”

A beat of silence passed between you before you both started laughing, your hand coming to cover your face as you suppressed a snort. “Oh my god, Barnes!” you wheezed.

“Yeah, that was awful,” he laughed, palming his face in embarrassment. “Did I kill it?”

You wiped away a stray tear that had leaked from your eye in your laughter. “You’re lucky I find your bad jokes to be such a fucking turn on,” you told him with a grin. 

Bucky frowned. “Wasn’t supposed to be a joke, doll,” he grumbled, a pout forming on his beautiful pink lips. “‘S supposed to be sexy.”

“Oh, I found it very sexy,” you assured him. “You make me laugh, Barnes. That’s the hottest fucking thing I can imagine. Now take off your pants.”

The look in Bucky’s eyes turned from playfully annoyed to seductively heated in the space of a nanosecond. He reached for the zipper of his tac-pants and you licked your lips at the sound of it coming undone. “Get the camera all set up, doll,” he said as he shimmied the pants down his legs. “I want to see every inch of you.”

With a grin, you propped your camera up between your legs, giving Bucky a front row seat to your dripping core. “This work for you, Sarge?” you asked.

“Fuck, sweets,” he began, palming at himself through his boxer-briefs. “Yeah, that works for me.”

“Show me,” you commanded him, bringing your fingers down to lightly trace the outer edges of your lower lips. “Show me how well this view works for you, baby.”

Bucky scrambled to pull his boxer briefs down to his thick thighs, and you watched with bated breath as his cock sprung free, its beautiful, pink tip already glistening with precum. Your entire body erupted in tingles at the sight of him. He was so fucking gorgeous, and he was yours.

“Jesus,” you hissed, bringing a hand to your breast and gently squeezing the flesh. You could feel your mouth thicken with saliva at just the idea of having him down your throat.

“Just Bucky’s fine, baby,” he teased as he grabbed a hold of himself, and you rolled your eyes. “No need to bring God into it.” Slowly, he began stroking his length. You watched in awe as he seemed to grow harder with every downward pull, the veins in his thighs bulging as he thrust his hips up against his hand. If anyone was going to be compared to God during sex, it would and should be Bucky Barnes.

“Touch that pretty clit for me, doll,” he grunted. “Pretend it’s my fingers on you, getting you all warmed up to take my cock.”

“Fuck, Buck,” you whimpered, your fingers moving frantically over your bundle of nerves. You were already soaked; just the sight of him had sent another wave of arousal gushing through you. “Want your dick in my pussy so bad, baby. So fucking bad, it hurts.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” he grunted, watching your fingers strum your clit with wild eyes. “I’ll be home soon, and I’ll fill you up so good, you won’t be able to walk normal for weeks.”

You arched your back and moaned, the memory of the way he stretched you as he entered you, opening you wider than any other man you’d ever had, flooded your mind. “Nothing fills me like you do, baby,” you panted. “Nothing hits me so deep.”

“Yeah?” he grunted, and you could hear the delicious slick, slick sound of his hand moving through the precum that soaked his shaft. “Not even those fancy toys you bought?”

Bucky chuckled when he noticed your eyes pop open and stare at him in surprise. “Oh, I know all about those, doll.” Slick, slick, slick. “Found ‘em when I was helping you pack for the move. All of them.”

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks, and if you didn’t already have your hand on your pussy right in front of him, you might have been embarrassed. “All those toys, and none of them gets me off as good as you do, Buck,” you breathed. “None of them reach that spot the way you do.” It was true– it was the one thing you had desperately searched for during your time of Bad Decisions– someone to hit that place deep inside of you that set your every nerve ending on fire, that made you shiver and convulse with pleasure with each thrust. No one had ever brought on that full body climax that left you shaking and weak like Bucky had. 

“Fuck, doll,” he grunted. “No one touches your A-spot but me.”

“No,” you gasped. You loved how he knew your body so well, knew what he did to you, how you longed for his touch. “No one touches me like you, baby.” 

“Put your fingers in, sweets,” he commanded. “I wanna watch you fuck yourself on that pretty little hand while I pretend it’s my cock.”

You did as he asked, bringing two fingers to your weeping entrance and plunging them inside you. They would never feel as thick or go as deep as any part of Bucky, but for now, they were all you had, so you made the most of them, driving them in and out of your cunt with abandon. 

“Fuck…” you grunted as you felt the coil in your belly begin to tighten, sweat glistening off your brow. “Baby!”

“I know, pretty girl,” Bucky said between grunts of his own. “Tell me how good you feel.”

“So good, Buck,” you moaned. “So fucking good. Want you so bad, Bucky! So fucking bad!”

“I’m right there with you, doll,” he panted. “I’m so close. Gonna blow all over and imagine it’s inside that pretty pussy of yours. Gonna come home and bury myself in your cunt, sweets! Not gonna come out for days!”

“Oh shit, Bucky,” you cried, your release a hare's breath away. “Wanna cum with you, baby.” You curled your fingers inside of you, stroking your G-spot again, and again, trying to imagine it was his thick, calloused fingers inside of you. 

“Just a little longer, sweetheart.” Bucky was yanking at his member now, his pace quick and frantic. 

You felt yourself rising, clawing to the very edge of the precipice, but before you could hurl yourself over the edge, you accidentally hit your phone with your foot, sending it falling to the floor.

You scrambled for the phone. It had landed face-down in the dark, making it harder for you to find, but you followed the sounds of Bucky’s grunts and moans until you made contact. Turning the phone back over, you watched as Bucky, eyes screwed closed, reached his peak, ropes of cum erupting from the tip of his cock and landing across his stomach and hand. 

And, as surely as if someone had doused you with a bucket of water, the spell was broken. You were painfully reminded that he wasn’t there with you. He was half a world away, still out of your reach. 

You sniffled, and Bucky opened his eyes at the sound. “Sweetheart,” he began, his voice laced with concern, “what’s wrong? Did you cum?”

You hitched a breath, holding back a sob, and shook your head. “You’re not here, Buck,” you cried. “It’s not… I thought… I just want to be with you. I miss you so fucking much!” You knew you sounded petulant, like a child, but you were at your limit, truly. You wanted nothing more than to be back to normal with him. A better normal, even, now without the shadow of Carthage looming over you both.

“Oh, doll.” Bucky picked up his phone and brought it close to his face, his now flaccid cock out of frame. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Do you wanna try again? We can focus just on you. Make sure you get off nice and good.”

You shook your head, feeling the tears of frustration and longing slide down your cheeks. “No,” you 

whimpered. “I think… I think I just wanna go to sleep.”

Bucky frowned at you, the look in his eyes sorrowful. “I fucking hate that I’m too far away to help you, Pocket,” he said. “I can’t stand seeing you like this, knowing you’re hurting.”

“It’s just been so long, Buck,” you whispered to him as you buried yourself under the blankets of your bed. “I feel like every time we even try, something keeps getting in our way. What if it’s the universe, trying to tell us we shouldn’t be getting back together?”

Bucky sighed, thick and heavy. “I know you don’t believe that, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s just been some bad timing; we got out of our groove, is all. I promise, things will go back to the way they were. The way they’re supposed to be.”

Not long ago, you told him that his promises didn’t mean shit to you, but now… now, you wanted to believe him more than anything.

“It’s just a little longer,” he clarified.  You nodded, swallowing down any remaining tears that threatened to fall. You wanted to believe him. You needed to believe him, but the part of you that had been irrevocably broken when he’d hurt you couldn’t help but whisper that, maybe, in some way, he’d always leave you unsatisfied.

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[12romy]

Hi I know this I cheeky…but I failed my driving test and have had food poisoning this week. Is there anyway I could ask for a little Chewis prompt to be written? ANYTHING you like? It would cheer me up so much!

Hi darling!!! It's no problem at all, don't hesitate to ask! It always makes me happy to write prompts, and never hesitate to ask for specific stuff, too, if you want to!

I'm sorry you had such a back week, I hope you're feeling better... And I'm sure you'll pass your driving test next time!

I didn't really know what to write so, this is in the change of habits verse, end of season 2023! No real plot, just a fluffy slice of life ahah

Charles steps inside the silent house, dropping his bag and suitcase in the hall, and goes to faceplant on the couch as soon as he's out of his shoes and coat.

The season is finally over, thank god. Of course, he'll have to go back to Maranello, soon. Back to work, back to a shitty car and a shitty team. He'd rather not think about it right now.

He's tired. He hates himself for wishing he were in another team next year.

He doesn't know how long he stays on the couch, brooding, but soon enough the door opens. He perks up immediately, like an eager puppy when his owner gets back.

He rushes to the door, and literally throws himself in Lewis' arms. His boyfriend catches him, dropping bag and suitcase to do so, and makes them spin as Charles wraps his legs around his waist.

"I missed you!" Charles exclaims. He tries to kiss Lewis, but aims wrong because of the motion, and only catches the corner of his lips. Lewis stops spinning them around, and allows Charles to kiss him properly.

"It's been three days, darling," he chuckles.

"We've seen each other from afar in the paddock, it doesn't count," Charles pouts. "We didn't have any time for ourselves since Vegas!"

"I did miss this," Lewis nods, kissing him again before putting him down - or rather, tries to. Charles doesn't want to let go, and Lewis giggles at the way he's gripping onto him. "Fine, fine, I get the message, we're gonna cuddle. Can I just take my shoes off, first?"

"Fine," Charles agrees, sulking a little as he lets go of Lewis.

"How about we take a shower before cuddling? I smell like sweat and the inside of the airplane, not the best combo," Lewis suggest, and Charles has to admit he has a point.

"We can take a bath, instead," he offers. "That way we can get clean and cuddle at the same time."

Lewis has always been a pro at self-care, and so he draws them a warm bath, adding all sorts of products in it - all 100% plant based and organic - that smell amazing. He also lights up candles and incense sticks, and even adds actual rose petals to the water. Charles has no idea where they come from.

In the meantime, Charles prepares them some snack. Nothing too grand, just some fresh fruits and an assortment of dry nuts. He then puts on some jazz, a kind of music neither of them listens to much except when taking baths, and they settle in the tub. Lewis is resting his back against him and his head is on his shoulder, which allows Charles to wrap his arms around him.

The next couple of hours, after the bath, are used to undo each of Lewis' braids while distractingly watching a movie.

Charles realises Lewis fell asleep once he's finished, and smiles to himself. He manages to take a selfie with Lewis sleeping against him, and make it his new wallpaper.

He wonders what to do, then. Whether he should get up to make dinner, or maybe wake Lewis up.

He decides to do neither. He stays right there, half-sitting-half-laying on the bed, with Lewis pressed against him. They both could use the rest. They'll figure out dinner later.

He thinks distantly that going back to the factory will be even more painful, since it means leaving all this behind.

Better not to think about it, he still has a few of weeks in front of him. They're going to celebrate Christmas with their families, first in Monaco then in England. After that, they're going to America for the new year, before coming back home for Lewis' birthday.

He should look forward to it. So why can't he stop the anxiety rising in him at the thought of going back to Maranello?

Lewis makes a small noise in his sleep, and Charles is pulled out of his own mind immediately. Right. Lewis is here, with him. As long as they'll be together, he will be fine.

He can face anything.

[on-my-way-to-the-woods]

I really wanted to finish F's car's brakes today (well, I wanted to for awhile, but I thought I'd be able to get it done today) but instead I spent the whole day fucking with the kitchen sink that won't drain and trying to get ahold of the landlord :/

It's not the trap, of course, because that'd be too easy. I took the trap off and fished as far back as I could with our little plastic snake but with no success. I started to take the next section off, but honestly that joint sketched me out enough that I didn't even get halfway through unscrewing it before deciding it was going to be easier to get ahold of the landlord I have not heard from in months than it would be to touch the plumbing on this goddamn house. (That sentence would probably hold more weight if you saw the car I'm working on 😂).

Gonna go visit a friend for the weekend...

Current plumbing status:

Toilet - literally the only thing that has yet to cause us problems. I'm sure it's turn is coming soon.

Hose faucet - late spring-ish I finally got both the inside and the outside leaks to stop, so it's currently functioning without last year's whole process of turn on in basement, place bucket, run outside, use hose, turn off outside, turn off inside, empty bucket

Washing machine - just don't ask about the basement drain system... I still occasionally remember to check all the wood blocks holding the pipes up & put them back in place

The basement shower stall - have I mentioned it before? It's still creepy & still has the water drained from the washing machine flow up through the floor drain

Hot water heater - still running. I occasionally look at the pipes and go 'sure would be unfortunate if that valve corrodes so much it can't be shut'

Sewage line - I have Concerns

Bathroom sink - small leak that contributes to the shower/tub faucet leak

Tub drain - missing some parts, but fine

Shower faucet - both hot and cold water needs to be turned on and off with a screwdriver. The landlord fixed the split hot water pipe back when if flooded the basement, but left the other (there from before we moved in) leaks alone 🤦 There's gonna be like no bathroom floor left when he finally gets to it

Kitchen sink - now drains exactly not at all

[whitelionspirit]

Soft Touches

Pairng: Monkey D. Luffy x GN Reader

A/N: This is both a request from @eternalreverie-acestan and some very self indulged destress fluff after this past week. I decided to go with Luffy because he’s my comfort character and I really needed to write this lovable idiot. Enjoy ~

Scenario: After a long day at work all you really want is some down time. A bath sounds nice and seeing your boyfriend makes it better as you get him to join you.

wc: 1.2k

warnings: fluff, nudity, mentions of the pandemic.

The spirit of the holiday had finally passed, with mid-January underway. The city of Dressrosa was a lively one, especially in the middle of the pandemic. Your mask was secure on your face as you got off the subway. Taking the stairs, you finally made it to your area; even on a Friday night, the neighborhood was lively. Passing by familiar faces, you waved and exchanged greetings.

You cupped your hands together, blowing hot breath into them before rubbing them together. Trying to get that extra heat, you shivered at the cold temperature. It was dropping relatively fast. You shoved your hands into your pockets as your shared home came into view. The double home was perfect for your rowdy but close-knit group of friends.

Climbing the stairs, you could see movement behind the currents on your side of the home. Taking your keys out, you unlocked the door and stepped into the chaos that was happening. The scene you walked into was something you were quite used to but sometimes wished wasn't the case. Piled high on the living room table were takeout containers, and on the couch was your three roommates who were shouting at the tv.

Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp were too animated as they screeched at the scene playing. You shook your head as you looked over to see they were indeed watching the movie Tangled. Walking past them further into the home, you placed your bag onto the dining room table. After taking off your cost, you hung it on the hook, slipped off your boots, and put them with everyone else's.

Walking back into the living room, you walked behind the couch. Your hand landed on Luffy's shoulder, making the man stop and look up at you, a grin on his face. You smiled at him and leaned down, kissing his forehead.

"Hi," you mumbled against his warm skin. He snickered and said hello back.

"I know you are busy, but I'm going to take a bath and was wondering if you wanted to join me?" You asked.

Luffy's eyes widened and shot up quickly, knocking the bowl of popcorn onto Zoro's lap. The green-haired man looked down, surprised but then scowled at him. Ignoring him, the brunette stumbled out of their nest of blankets and shot up the stairs before even you. A laugh left you at his evident excitement. You gave Zoro an apologetic look before following your rambunctious boyfriend.

You made your way up the stairs and bypassed two-bedroom before going into the one opposite your own. Once in the bathroom, you went about getting things you needed for the bath. The smell of vanilla and a hint of sea salt was intense as you stood up satisfied at the display.

The toe clawed bath was literally your favorite thing in the home. With the lights dimmed and candles lit, the sight was heavenly. Not bothering to look for Luffy, knowing he would eventually show. You stripped out of your clothing and slid into the warm soapy bath.

A low moan left you at the sensation of euphoria overcame you as you sank more down in the tub. Your head rested on the edge of the black porcelain, reaching up; you grabbed for the shower curtain and pull it halfway closed around you.

The door suddenly creaked opened alerting you to another presence. Not even bothering to look, you listened to the shuffling of clothes being removed. Luffy's usual wide grin met you with a familiar mop of hair poked in from the open portion.

You smiled back before closing your eyes again as the water splashed as he sunk in on the opposite side of the tub. A sigh left him as he tangled his legs with your own it was quiet for some time. Both of you just enjoying the peacefulness in each other's company.

"Hmm (Name)?" Luffy voiced.

"Yeah?" You replied

"Nothin' just wanted to hear your voice." He finished before going quiet again.

You snorted but smiled; it was a very Luffy thing to do; he hadn't seen you a lot lately. Luffy hated being alone due to his early upbringing; it was a struggle he still dealt with. At the moment, it was due to the high demand for your job in this pandemic. So right here was a blessing for you both, even if in twelve hours from now, you would have to return to your job. Not that Luffy was very far off, his career at the fire station was irregular as well.

The sudden sound of water moving had you leaning up to see your antsy boyfriend moving towards you. A determined look on his face as he plopped down right on top of you.

You groaned at the sudden extra weight as he nuzzled his face into your chest. Luffy wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to him. "Luffy!" You pouted as he just ignored your protests.

"Missed you," His reply was muffled from where his face was buried.

A furious blush made its way against your already flushed skin from the heat of the room. A sigh left you as you laid a hand on his head, burying fingers into his hair, you scratched it softly. Besides the embarrassment you felt, it was a reassuring feeling that Luffy felt secure in your arms.

You brushed back his damp bangs and kissed his forehead as you continued to run your fingers through the short hair.

The comfortable silence went on for a while. No words were spoken. The eventually sound of soft snores let you know that Luffy had in-fact fallen asleep.

Shifting slightly, you changed your position, rubbing your wet fingers together, and you felt them starting to prune. Knowing would have to get out soon as the water began to lose its heat. You gently roused the sleeping man who just blinked sleepily up at you. His leashes fluttering as he pouted at being awoken.

You smiled softly at the childish look "Sorry, but water is getting cold; once we're out, we can take a nap if you want." Luffy instantly lit up at the idea.

You giggled as he got water everywhere in his pursuit to get out of the tub. You followed after him as you pulled the plug on the tub. Grabbing for a towel, you quickly cleaned the floor and tossed the wet cloth into the laundry basket. Another towel in your grasp wraps around your body and heads into your shared room across the hall.

The only light came from the desk side lamp, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Horizontal to the door was your bed, which was already occupied by your boyfriend, who was buried in the comforter. Smiling, you quickly got into comfy clothes and crawled in beside him.

Pulling the covers up, a squeal left you as two arms reached out and dragged you into the darkness. A soft laugh left Luffy as he wrapped his body around yours.

"Luffy!" You whined as he nuzzled your neck with his nose and kissed it before burying his face into your neck and sighed happily.

"Love you," it was soft and muffled, but you felt it as it tickled your skin.

"Love you too," you replied as you felt him finally settle as you just laid there in the darkness of the covers.

"Take a nap, then make dinner?" You asked.

The only reply you got was a hum, and with that, he finally nodded off.

[writingsbymo-mo]

Oof I haven't done this before but may I get a villain matchup? Im 19, 5'5, and I have dark green eyes and big curly blond hair. My hobbies are archery, listening to music, playing video games and camping. I freaking loove sweet food so much I can literally eat an entire tub of ice cream by myself. I'm generally a chill person but I become a crackhead when i'm excited lol. I'm also hella stubborn and I have a preetty dark sense of humor (1/2)

I don't like relying on others but I love it when people rely on me because I like helping people, It makes me feel useful. I hate people who act like they're better and smarter than everyone else, it's a super big pet peeve of mine. I'm getting better but I do struggle with depression and psychosis sadly. Im also not good at expressing affection, like I am physically incapable of telling someone I love them aksnskj. I kinda come off as intimidating but I just have a resting bitch face lol (2/2)

Hope you're alright being matched with the one and only Moth Shig!!! I'm sorry this took so long for me to finally finish and I really hope you like it.💕💕

You were out camping in the woods one night when some strange winged creature swooped down, staring in awe at the fire you made. Getting a better look at the figure, you noticed feather-like protrusions sticking from the top of the creatures head, four arms, and a set of massive, dark wings. It was a mothman. He stepped closer to the roaring blaze with his four arms, reaching towards it. You cried at him not to touch it, blocking his path at getting any closer. His ruby, but eyes stare shift towards you as he chatters. He flew into one of the nearby trees, watching you carefully. It was getting rather late anyway so you put the fire out. You didn't know his name or if he even had one. It seemed when you had awoken, he left. You weren't sure where he went or if you were hallucinating last night. Packing up everything, you left the site and returned home.

That evening, you sat in your kitchen eating ice cream when something or someone came through your open window, stumbling to the floor. It was the mothman. He sniffed the air, until he came face to face with you. "It's...you...you saved me," he mumbled, tickling your forehead with his antennae.

Your green eyes widened, spoon still in your mouth as you just stared at this mothman. 'It...wasn't a dream?'

"Thank....you...," he muttered while nuzzling your face.

In the next moment, he introduces himself and you offer up some ice cream considering he kept his eyes shifting between you and the tub of the frozen, sweet cream. He's hesitant until he tries a spoonful, moving his antennae and wings gracefully. He absolutely loves it and he's sure to want more. Know, he doesn't eat often but he loves sweet foods like fruit so he'll definitely love the fact you really like sweets as much as he does.

Moth Shig doesn't mind that you have difficulty expressing affection or telling him how you really feel about him. He's always happy to be in your company through your highs and lows. His antennae always alert him when something is wrong and he's always there when you need him.

Not to worry about dark humor, Moth Shig finds joy in it too. When you introduced it to him, he never realized what he was missing out on. Now, he's always looking forward to seeing more. Moth Shig himself is prone to using sarcasm and dry humor quite often when he's in certain moods. He's always happy when you get his humor too.

He's not used to human technology very much. The first moment he walked in on you playing video games, the flashing lights in some of them put him in a trance. It's like the fire situation all over again, except, it's just him getting attracted to the bright screen. When he's used to it after a while, he's finally able to just sit and watch you play. Offer him a controller or the keyboard to play for the first time and you've got him hooked. He gets really competitive with you and takes great pride when he wins. If you win, he can get grumpy over it and make a chittering noise. Though, seeing how excited and happy you are from the win makes him stop for a moment to smile.

Moth Shig isn't the best at grooming himself, though he might try his best shot at grooming you. Sure, he grooms himself when he feels the need to, but he sometimes will try to clean your mouth and parts of your hair like himself. It's one way he feels bonded to you.

Moth Shig enjoys it when you help him, especially with learning more about humans, technology, and even helping him with his general fear of humans. He never had a good experience with humans growing up so just letting him talk about it helps him. He's very curious about everything and will often ask a lot of questions or be in need of assistance.

Not long after he started staying with you as a permanent resident, he built himself a nest on the floor of your room with all the blankets, pillows, and clothes he could find. He was so happy to show it to you when he finished it. This is often where he sleeps and even has you join him in the nest to comfort you. It's the place he feels most safe in and he hopes to share it with you for as long as he can.

He truly cares for you and will go out of his way to return a favor whenever you help him. It's just that he wants to thank you for being so nice to him when others haven't been in the past. And if you ever go on a camping trip again, he's always on the lookout for potential dangers to keep you safe. He also tries to keep his eyes off the fire (though the small lamps you brought are enough to keep him occupied).

He truly does love you with all of his heart and will show you each day. You've done so much for him. It was something unexpected with now having a mothman living with you. He was someone who'd always be with you, protect you, and love you.