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angelprinz · 2 years

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laven! welcome back! i hope ur busy sched lightens up so u get more breaks!

currently resting up and recovering very quickly on my end. i also got back to genshin again and am currently part of the ayato waiting room huhu

currently thinking about ayato and childe (the og hydro daddy ofc) competing over my affection, spit roasting and dp because two competitive hydro men wanting to be on top? wow

childe gets the cunt first ofc he was the original so he gets dibs but ayato can have his turn after he's done with my mouth. then they do it at the same time in one hole, trying to see which of them will knock me up first huhu

that's my thirst for now, hope u have an exquisite day!

- somno anon

cw: fem reader, alcohol, breeding, praise dom ayato, mean dom childe, both of them have major housewife fantasies

one too many drinks after childe has caused a ruckus with mystic chamber domain, you've ended up in the harbringer's lap as he nips your neck. "throwing yourself on me hm? i'll fuck you full of a family, how bout it? take you back to snezhaya with a growing belly, take you away from inazuma forever."

the way childe snarls against your throat has you weak to his whims, cunt growing wet and a loud gasp escaping you as childe pushes the contents atop the kotatsu with a loud clatter onto the floor before laying you down, a hand up your skirt fondling your thigh with a toothy grin. "i'll make sure you can't walk after this."

a polite yet loud cough interrupts childe, drawing the both of your attention towards to the opened sliding door, standing none other than the yashiro commisioner, ayato. the tension in the air is palpable, the head of a esteemed inazuma clan walking in as you're drunkenly about to sleep with a wanted fatui figure though somewhere in your mind you reason it was a vip room of the izakaya and how rude it was for ayato to cockblock you with such a handsome face, the fox faced man is bending down to cup your chin, his fan against the side of your cheek.

"such a pretty woman like you is more suited to birth my heirs, don't you agree beautiful? i can give you prestige and love you better than an intoxicated encounter that doesn't even promise you forever."

ayato's words are as smooth as honey with his gloved thumb stroking your lips and gaze holding yours though childe doesn't appreciate it, he isn't against a competition (one he feels confident he'll win.)

when childe thrusts into your cunt, he smirks as you moan around ayato's length, remarking about smugly. "aw, does it feel that good whore? getting fucked by two men, what a cockhungry girl you are. your slutty sounds made even the kamisato head want to give that loose mouth of yours a try, you really think you could be his respected lady? you'll crawl back to me, i'll take care of us and your kids." the whole time, childe's relentlessly snapping his hips and grinding his tip into your cervix, making sure to fuck even his precum deep inside your walls.

ayato tuts, hand petting your hair gently as he rocks slowly in and out of your mouth, letting you set your own pace sucking up and down his cock while getting closer to his orgasm every time he sees tears spring up in your eyes, from childe's words and how his cock head bumps the back of your throat, cooing and rubbing soothingly at your neck. "shhh, don't listen to him. you're doing so well, making us feel so good. i'll fill your sweet cunt soon, make you my perfect wife. don't worry your little head with any duties, i'll look after you. don't you trust me more than this fatui?"

their jabs at each other and attempts of swaying you with their words fade over time as they're lost in the pleasure of your holes and how you look and feel around them. as ayato pours compliment after compliment, childe degrades you simultaneously. it's overwhelming on your mind and cunt, when they both fill you up with their girths inside your abused pussy that's already leaking copious loads from both of them, cum drying up on your mouth n pussy lips. the splitting sensation n how they're finding primal pleasure inside your most intimate parts has you climaxing around them, clenching down and making them pump their cum right into your womb. there's no way you can figure out who the father is until after birth!

(what if it's twins. one ginger, the other a frosty blue.)

life update utc for who ever cares <3

thank you sweetheart! 'm here and there with my life. i'm glad you're getting better, how did you find the recent event quest if you've done it? the ayato waiting arc seems to be everyone right now, how exciting! i wish you the best of luck in getting him/he will come in the first pull! i keep trying to get jade cutter for him n failin.

kind of drowning under the amount of lectures i have to catch up on and very much complaining about how there is no eye candy to motivate me. i can't stand this much chemistry without albedo or coding without xiao,,, why am i not on their laps as i learn. also, the weather where i am is atrocious and i am perpetually tired so it's put a pause on writing as often. it's hard to think about sex when you're stressed hehe.

#somno anon <3 #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe <3 #childe smut #ayato <3 #ayato smut #ayato x reader #childe x reader

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chatsu · 3 years

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˗ˋ there you are

genre — angst, fluff (?) warning — mentions of death, grief words — 2,124

notes — it is 3:07 am, and i don't want to come up with a synopsis so, i shan't <3 this is my first writing post,, so uhh, please give me criticism !

violet chrysanthemum — unbearable pain at the thought of losing a loved one white chrysanthemum — reserved for sympathy and remembrance lyra — a constellation, which you can read more about here !

hugging his knees on the pavement, oikawa tooru couldn't help but overhear the faint chitter of loved ones greeting each other, serving as a reminder to why he was lamenting in the first place. a combination of heavy sobs and pleas of a miracle, he had grown used to, yet he still found the letters engraved on the cold stone in front of him almost foreign.

the anniversary of your death was fast approaching. caught in the fast lane of change, tooru has experienced almost every stage of grief. almost.

he remembers a shade of reddish brown framing your corpse. a metallic odour accompanied by tears burning every inch of his face, creating a sickly feeling in the back of his throat, which only multiplied as he released his frustration in the form of bargains.

' if only's ' and ' what if's ' his brittle voice had echoed — temporary truces, in which he begged and pleaded with every god and goddess known to the universe, in an attempt to negotiate his way out of this harsh reality.

from denial to anger, and from bargaining which soon melted into his current state of stark numbness in your absence. the past seemed more alive than the present.

stationed on the 4th, hazy reminders of a once living past seemed to obstruct his path of progression leading to the 5th and final phase of this grieving process that must inevitably follow. acceptance.

tooru is a competitive man. on the court, he is capable of adapting to new environments, examining their playing style, studying each and every player in a matter of seconds and having the ability to draw out their strengths — thus, blending into the team as if he was apart of the original line up.

yet, surrounded by this atmosphere of sorrow and anguish, he stuck out like a sore thumb. even after scrutinizing how others had dealt with this profound feeling of misery, their so called 'methods' were in vain, and he continued to suffer.

his fear of being second best, he now had no chance of overcoming. because as if in a race, tooru was exasperated, struggling to catch up with everyone else.

even the stars are lonely, but at least there were a multitude to keep company, and he couldn't help but envy them. your family, friends, hanamaki, matsukawa, hajime, even takeru had accepted the fact that you were gone, as they smiled fondly, memory sweet with you.

tooru could not remember the last time he smiled — a genuine one, that is. one that isn't plastered on when prompted with the constant ' how are you holding up? '. one that creeps up to his eyes to resemble a crescent moon. one with familiarity and love. one because of you.

the setting sun bathed everything in shades of lavender, painting the flowers propped beside your grave a colour he had wished they were. telling a tale of many consecutive days spent in this location, they bloomed brightly and never wilted away for they were regularly changed with a newer, hand picked bouquet. today, the flowers hadn't the ability to mock him, for today was different.

earlier, under what he thought were unfortunate circumstances, he was left stricken by the lack of purple petals accessible. left with no other choice, he let his fingers fumble along those coloured as snow instead. however, opting for these flowers proved to be difficult, as he realised he was breaking his routine.

because the shadow of the past still hung over, his fear of being second best soon morphed into a fear of change. a fear of everything changing. again, while he still had not adjusted to his scars wounded by time. it was nearing a year since tragedy struck. a year since that decisive moment of change.

but due to a sudden yet short lived act of bravery, tooru chose to cease sewing the seeds of habit, and as of right now, he found himself laying these flowers in their accustomed seat atop the gleaming stone. stems slightly compressed due to his secure grip, but petals remaining untouched. although both were chrysanthemums, the previous batches had been violet, and the current were white, simple as.

it is only when his nephew appears in his peripheral, he is snapped out of his trance, plastering a soft smile to veil his conflicting thoughts. hardly a word is spoken between them as takeru gently places an article of clothing on his lap, then is soon walking off.

leaving tooru with more questions than answers, his eyes shift downwards and widen at the sight of his old aoba johsai uniform folded ever so neatly. at an agonizingly slow pace, his slender fingers start to inspect every nook and cranny of the oversized — on you, not him — jersey. he holds it gingerly for this specific piece of fabric is a memory preserved.

and like a bridge to the past, tooru finds himself traversing along the nostalgic path, illuminated by memories time seemed to have dimmed.

as if the past is burned into his psyche, he still remembers the day you ignored him, well at least tried to.

though your actions were deemed fruitless, as you soon dropped your facade when he eventually caught up to you while you were walking home. mentally cursing yourself for your futile attempts at avoiding him, you had confessed that you were not in fact jealous, but curious as to why there were so many girls wearing his exact jersey. there was an attempt to stifle a laugh, yet one look at the stubborn pout on your face was all it took for tooru to burst out laughing.

"what is so funny?" you had tilted your head with a slight scowl painting your features.

impatiently tapping your foot, you waited for a response, but from his hunched figure and the smack! when he brought his hand to his knee was confirmation that his fit of laughter wasn't going to die out any time soon.

"oikawa" you had puffed, and the use of his last name was enough to get his attention, as he flicked an invisible tear off his face.

dramatically, with his hand latched onto his hip to form his signature stance, his free arm stretched out and squeezed your shoulders.

"they're not mine" he chuckled with a shrug and a smile — smug, yet genuine.

"listen tooru, i'm not dumb. you're the team captain right? the number 1's on the back practically mocked me!"

"may i ask, how many were there?"

"you mean how many were wearing your uniform? hmm i don't know, maybe every single girl i saw cheering?"

"yeah, and do you really think i'd have that many jerseys to give away? iwa-chan would be kicking my ass if i was constantly getting new jerseys!"

moments of silence passed and you figured that he was right, but your stubborn demeanour wasn't going to admit defeat that easily.

"i suppose that it would cost a lot of money, which you don't have, seeing as i was the one who had to pay for lunch yesterday. plus, you uhh, still seem as small as you were in first year so i assume you wouldn't need a change in size"

feigning a gasp, he clutched his heart and claimed that it was his turn to ignore you. snickering in response, he cupped your face and peppered it with kisses until he spoke up again.

"you know, ordering uniforms are pretty common for fangirls. buuut, you don't have to spend a single dime 'cause there's only one i'd like you to wear"

digging into his bag whilst motioning you to lift your arms up, he pulled out his aoba johsai jersey. he quickly put it on you and stood back, admiring how the cloth adorned you — no, how you adorned the cloth. this went on for a while, him staring at you in pure adoration, until his face lit up and he went back to fumbling in his bag.

"here! to fully establish that this is for you and you only, a limited edition, aoba johsai uniform, signed by the oikawa tooru" he beamed, placing the top of a permanent marker in between his teeth and biting the lid off.

his left hand found purchase on your waist as the other was in the midst of signing the front and back of your shirt with his signature. tooru being, well, tooru, he began to embellish the entire fabric in little hearts with ' tooru + y/n 's in large lettering, until he was interrupted by your arms outstretching and pulling him in for a hug. deciding against sulking about not getting to finish his oh so lovely drawings, he instead chose to reciprocate and nuzzle into your neck, basking in your warmth.

from then on, it was an essential garment to your outfits. yes, you were reluctant as the bright turquoise colour certainly did not match with everything, but ' you can pull off anything ' is what tooru had claimed. some fashion advice coming from the mf who wore plaid shorts <3

unlike the rest of your clothes in the closet collecting dust, it remained hung up on the handle, ready for use. from matches to study dates which later transitioned into sleepovers, he always complimented your attire in different ways as if it was your first time wearing it.

braiding his chocolate coloured locks, he lay on top of you, the back of his head on your stomach as he made an effort to mirror the rhythm of your breathing with every rise and fall of your chest.

after a lack of commentary, you noticed that he was not staring off into space, but rather the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up on your ceiling. deciding to take advantage, you extended your arm to switch off the lamp adjacent your bed, and while the light faded, the stars gathered overhead.

"oh - hurry up tooru, look! it's a shooting star, make a wish" you gushed, having one eye shut while the other awaited his reaction.

"come on now, you know i didn't bring my glasses with me today, hmph"

"no no, how does that saying go — you don't have to be able to see it to believe it! you're the one always saying those cliche quotes all the time"

".. angel, i'm sorry but this is all just a yellow blur to me. i really can't see anything"

huffing at his habitual use of endearment, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and straightened out his index finger to guide it towards the ' shooting star ' that had not moved from the centre of your ceiling.

"better?"

"much"

letting out a satisfied hum, you both closed your eyes, your conversation, but not your minds as they wished upon the faithful glints of gold which magnified the tranquility of it all.

you eased your grip around his wrist but he took this as an opportunity to interlock his fingers with yours. and with the stars winking from a pitch black sky, your wishes combined, and the soft squeeze of your hands, it was a silent promise that you would always be with each other.

perhaps it was the flower's slight change in hue which resulted in this caprice of fate, because for the first time, he finds himself recalling positive memories rather than remnants of your death.

and for the first time, tooru accepts. the unknown feeling envelops him, yet it does so with open arms, a welcoming smile, and no judgement.

the way he allows his tears dye the turquoise clothing a darker shade, he recognizes that he is no longer under the false pretence that all is well.

he need not question why the corners of his lips subliminally upturn, because as as he clutches this jersey, it's almost as if he is clutching you once more.

while the last stars still fleck the sky, he thanks those lucky stars, for it is you there with him, and he finds solace in your presence.

but this time, tooru isn't afraid to let go.

by no means does he intend to let go of you, no — never. but to let go of the affliction, pain, and instead have regard for the past in preparation for the future. in preparation for change.

and with his damp high school uniform, his smile that is heartful, and the lyra hanging heavy in the eastern sky, they all begin to coalesce into his former self.

the tooru who is not a genius. the tooru who underestimates his own strength, the tooru who overcomes adversity. the tooru, whom you are in love with.

and with the knowledge, and most importantly, acceptance, that you are no longer here with him physically,

oikawa tooru knows that wherever he goes, there you are.

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procrastination-queenie · 3 years

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Anchor ⚓|| JHS

Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Wife!au reader.

Word count: 1k +

Warning: slight angst, brief mention of sex, very slight smut. Super fluffy.

Synopsis: As an artist, Hoseok came to understand that in order to appreciate art, you have to focus on the little details, and that was no different when it came to your relationship because it's a piece of art in itself. Or Hoseok reminisces on his favourite moments with you.

A/N: Edit is taken from the application Nichi, I only added a few stuff.

If you're interested to read something similar to this work for Hoseok, click here.💛

When they asked Hoseok how you both made it so far, he was at loss for words that could describe the magnitude of love, care, understanding, sacrifices, communication and patience that your relationship held. His brain displaying vivid images, a video of your memories spent together from the moment you met till the present day. No matter how he tried to conjure up words that describe the feelings he felt, he would never do it justice.

Your soft lips planted small kisses all over his face in a silent urge to wake him up. He smiled at the feeling of your lips that you made sure to moisturise before you went to bed. His head turned lazily to capture said soft lips in an idle good morning kiss that; even though it was nothing special, yet it took his breath away. The look in your eyes every morning with the sun rays accentuating your warm eye colour made him get lost in a non-existent dreamy world of fluffy clouds and cosy feelings bubbling inside his chest. He pulled you into his arms, basking in the warm silence of the morning before you both had to get up and begin your day.

Hoseok loved how you preserved your innocence in a harsh world. You were not some kind of angel, but your insistence to teach yourself to be patient and to learn to always see the good in the bad amazed him, and he slowly found himself infected by your persistence to become a better person because as you always told him: "nobody's perfect, Hobi, but we can always aspire to become whatever is near perfect," He found himself agreeing with you; however you were the only exception. To him, you are perfect.

The child-like behaviour that took over you when you were surrounded by kids never failed to draw a big fat smile on his lips. After running around, chasing your little cousin in an attempt to try and catch him, you settled on one of the bean bags next to Hoseok as your little cousin settled in the one in front of you. His small body lied on the big bean bag, small feet kicking at your knee, eyes looking at you with mischief from underneath his heavy lashes as he suddenly burst into childish babbles, making you chuckle and start to imitate him. The action made your other cousin, his sister who was only older than him by two years, join in with your babbling. Hoseok looked at you in admiration; he felt lucky to experience such private and sweet little moments with you. That night before you departed from your family's house, your baby cousin was sound asleep in your arms, a scene that made Hoseok's heart full as his eyes engraved the memory in the back of his mind. Something that like any other couple you both dreamed of and that is to start your own family...someday.

Apologizing was never an issue to you, seeing that you grew up owning your mistakes and taking responsibility whenever it was your fault. "I am sorry," you whispered kneeling in front of Hoseok looking right into his eyes. Sincerity evident in your glistening eyes, you set your hands on his knees as you waited for his reply. Sometimes he wondered how your ego never stood in the way of you apologising. "I am sorry. I promise I won't do it again," you apologised again for the discomfort that you've caused your husband. Hoseok sighed as he hugged you in a tight embrace, he could never stay mad at you, never. "It's okay Jagiya," he kept saying, rubbing your back in soothing circles to calm your silent sobs. "I am sorry,"

"I know, Jagiya. It's okay,"

Being intimate nowadays to some young couples like you represented nothing but wild, crazy, sex. You realised how it became a non-existent competition between whose husband or boyfriend made his partner feel better whenever you hang out with your friends. When it came to you and Hoseok, you vowed to never share such intimate details; it was something about the both of you that did not concern anybody else. You both also agreed to cherish those moments like how you both held hands when you both reached your peak. Your wedding ring glistening in the soft glow of the soft light that engulfed you both, catching Hoseok's eyes, reminding him that you were his and he was yours. He adored the way your lips met his in a desperate kiss, silently telling him how much you love him. Your muffled moans, like a rare good piece of music to his ears. The way you circle your arms over his shoulders pulling him close for a few seconds before the two of you pulled apart from the heaving and sweaty embrace. This was a world of your own that no one has the right to invade its borders. Exclusive only for both of you to enjoy and experience.

Communication was also the main contributor to your relationship. Hoseok remembers during Jimin's wedding when he made a toast saying "Hobi hyung and y/n are like role models to me. The way they loved and doted on each other isn't like anything I have ever seen before." Hoseok took your hand in his, lightly squeezing it. I love you, you turned your head smiling softly at him, your smile saying I love you, too back. Your eyes searched his face with a look of adoration before you pecked his lips and settled your head on his shoulder. Jimin was right; the boys rarely witnessed any of you raising your voice in anger towards the other, instead, you would both try and talk to each other. The fact that you were aware that communication is an important element to any relationship made you stand against so many hardships that could've broken you up. "So, here's to Hobi hyung and y/n for being my favourite couple of all time," Jimin said raising his glass, making his wedding attendees burst in laughter and awes.

Life wasn't always easy on the both of you, just as there were ups, there were downs as well; nevertheless, you remained stronger than ever with each others' embrace, not just physically but also mentally. Hoseok sighed as you pulled him into your chest, tears escaping down his face. Your warm embrace was enough to put his fast heartbeats in sync with your steady ones. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to, you just pulled him into your arms ready to stand and fight against what was bothering him. Hoseok also didn't need anything else other than the reassurance of you being there for him. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?" You whispered softly, running your finger through his chestnut hair. Shaking his head, he put his head into your neck, body entangled with yours in a beautiful mess on your sofa. "I just want you to keep on holding me," he answered back. You closed your eyes for a moment, sighing. If that's what he needs then that's what you're giving him. I am right here, love you tried to put your thoughts into action by rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair now and then. He placed a small kiss on your neck as a silent thank you.

One of the things that you loved about your relationship was sharing what you both loved to do together.

You sat between Hoseok's spread legs, his arms circling you in a tight embrace as you read a book that held a small collection of poems that you really liked. Hoseok kept on slowly placing passionate kisses along your face starting with the side of your forehead, your cheek, your jaw, till he reached your neck and nibbled lightly on your skin. "Hobi!" You whined turning to look at him. " What, love," he smiled at your pout, "please, focus," you said trying to sound serious as you turned your attention to the poem that you were reading. "Baby, I am focused," he said continuing with his distractions making you giggle as you turned your whole body into his embrace, circling your hands around his neck with the poetry book still in your grasp. He felt the cold pages that flowed with art slightly touching the back of his neck. You looked all over his face before leaning in, kissing him, softly biting his bottom lip as you slowly released it. A playful gaze underneath your lashes was displayed to him as soon as you opened your eyes. You pecked his lips one last time before turning in your original position with a smirk on your pretty features. "Focus," you said again continuing with your reading, leaving Hoseok in a complete daze. He chuckled, before pulling you closely and nestling his head beside yours as his eyes scanned the poem you were reading.

"Y/n!" Hoseok whined as you yet again made a wrong step making you both stumble and fall on the floor of the dance studio. Lately, you've been wanting to try learning tango. Something which made Hoseok not hesitate for a second and jump immediately at the chance of dragging you to his safe haven, the dance studio. You laughed at your failed attempt with Hoseok hovering over you shaking his head with a smile on his face. "I am sorry, turns out it's not as easy as it looks," you said calming down from your laughter. "Baby, it is easy you just need to pay attention," he said pulling you up with him. "Come on. Let's try again," Not a few minutes later Hoseok whined your name, again, as he pulled back from your laughing figure, pulling slightly at his hair in frustration. Your laugh echoing throughout the studio put a small smile on his face as he shook his head. "Baby, no don't be frustrated," you whined playfully running towards him, jumping to wrap your legs around him. Hoseok holding you by your thighs while your hands rested on his shoulders. He laughed at your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere as you sensed his failure to help you learn a few moves. He looked up at you, chuckling when he was faced by your excited gaze and your small smile that he knew would burst any moment into a big one any second now. You leaned in to give him a kiss to encourage him which he reciprocated with so much love. Pulling back you push yourself off him, "let's try again. I promise I'll get it right this time," you said pecking his jaw. He nodded, his eyes no longer held frustration, but determination mixed with adoration to help you learn. That's how it always has been with you and Hoseok.

Shaking his head slightly to come out of his bubble, he looked at the interviewer still incapable of describing your relationship. Maybe someday when you both grow old together, he would consider writing a book to try and convey his feelings for you because by then you both would have learned more about each other and experienced every dimension of the other. So, for now, he was satisfied with his short answer which he knew that only you and he understood that it held so much more than the simplicity of it, "I don't know, I guess that's what love does, right?" He said smiling into the camera...

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earthshinex · 4 years

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tease filled mornin

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: fluff w/ some sexual innuendos

summary: a few short and small innocent kisses ultimately turn into a game of “who can tease who better”

an: just an old story i wrote on wattpad from years ago that i wanted to share on tumblr :)

You and Bucky had been dating for about a year now and every single second you spent together felt like a dream. You were always so comfortable with him and you trusted him with your life. Sometimes he would have his relapse moments, moments when he would feel too vulnerable and scared to be around you. But it never made your love for him diminish. Nothing could.

When he wasn’t shutting you out in ‘Winter Soldier’ mode, he would be making you laugh or cuddling with you. He loved kissing you or holding you in his arms. And he definitely loved your touch; he craved it. So today was definitely not his or your day when you decided to tease him.

When you woke up, your back was flush against Bucky’s chest while his arm was wrapped around your waist. You rolled over to face him, only to see he was still sleeping.

“Great.” You thought to yourself. It wasn’t too bad though, as you quickly decided to take this time to admire his face.

His cheekbones were flawless; sculpted to perfection. You often teased him about being able to cut your finger on them. Those and his jawline, of course. You took notice of how thick and full his beard had gotten. He talked about how much he wanted to shave it.

“I think I need a new look.” He would often tell you.

He was wrong of course; he looked handsome with his beard and he absolutely did not need a new look. You stated this many times and so, you became the reason he hadn’t brought himself to shave it.

You continued to drink in every detail of his face. His hair was originally in a loose bun before you guys went to bed. But, the rubber band must have fallen out over night because his hair was all over his face and his pillow.

You pushed a few strands out of his face and tucked them behind his ear. This made him stir but not wake up. You started to trace his face with your finger which obviously tickled because he stirred again, this time turning onto his back. You didn't want to wake him; he looked so peaceful. However, you did want your boyfriend to wake up and shower you in kisses, as he always did. Today you decided you would return the favor.

You scooted in close to him, placing your hand on his stomach and lying your head on his chest. He instantly cradled you but you weren’t sure if he was awake or if it was just out of habit.

“Still nothing?” You questioned yourself. You quickly sat up and straddled him. If he wasn't awake before, he definitely would be now. You began leaving light kisses all over his face; moving from his forehead down to his jaw. He sighed, placing his hands on your hips, his eyes still closed. You both smirked.

“About time.” you whispered more to yourself than him. You continued with your assault and moved to his neck, causing him to let out a quiet groan. He felt you smirk against his skin.

"Someone's finally awake." You grin, still placing kisses on his neck.

"How could I not be?" He huffed, squeezing your hips.

You laughed, "Yeah well you weren't up yet. Had to take matters into my own hands."

You continued to kiss all over his neck, making sure your lips lingered on each one. He moved both of his hands to your back, rubbing circles.

"What're doing, doll?" He questions groggily, still drawing circles on your skin.

"Peppering you with kisses. You always do it to me." You say, trailing your kisses down to his chest.

“Yeah, well you know what that leads to…." He says, moving his hands back to your hips, giving them a light squeeze.

You sit up to face him, only to be met with a stupid grin plastered on his face, matching yours.

"Well Mr. Barnes, that will not be happening today." You laugh before hopping off your boyfriend and off of your shared bed.

You begin a slow path to the door, making sure to switch as much as possible; Bucky is definitely an ass guy. Once you reach the doorway, you turn around and lean against the doorframe, eyeing your boyfriend.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N. You know I can't resist you. Especially when you're wearing nothing." He sits up, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it.

"I am wearing something." You say, smirking. You take the hair tie off of your wrist and begin to play with it absentmindedly.

"Yeah, you're wearing my favorite bra and undies." He says, hopping out of bed and pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants.

Bucky had picked out the lavender colored lingerie set earlier in the year while he was on a trip to France. He claimed it would look gorgeous on you since he never saw you wear purple much. Needless to say, he was right. It quickly became not only his but also your favorite set.

"Still not nothing." You stick your tongue out at him.

You go back to playing with your hair tie, eyeing Bucky every once in a while. You bite your lip and you know you can see him internally fighting himself; you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. He walked over to you, taking his time, looking you up and down. He bit his lip at the sight of you, he’d gotten extremely lucky.

"You're killing me, doll." He says, putting his hands on your waist.

You reach up and wrap your hands around his neck, "I'm not doing anything." You say, grinding your hips against his. He lets out a soft moan and you laugh. You bring him down to you. He expects a kiss but you place your face beside his ear.

"Am I bothering you, Buck?" You whisper, taking this time to bite his ear, eliciting a moan from him again.

"Not at all." He replies shakily, his grip on your waist tightening a bit.

You remove your hands and step away from him, "Good." is all you say before he watches you retreat down the hallway.

***

Oddly, neither one of you were in the mood for breakfast. You wanted ice cream and Bucky wanted you.

You grabbed the tub of ice cream out of the freezer and grabbed a spoon all while Bucky watched you, biting his lip. He looked as if he might attack you. You placed the ice cream on the counter.

"Little help?" You ask innocently, extending your arms and making a grabbing motion.

Bucky walked over to you, picked you up and placed you on the counter. He stood in front of you, arms folded.

"Thanks." You say, opening the tub of ice cream. You began to eat it, making sure to lick your spoon clean each time. You knew it would drive Bucky crazy, which it did. Bucky moved closer so he could stand in between your legs. He placed his hands on your thighs, moving his face inches from yours.

You take the spoon out of your mouth, "Want some?" You offer.

Bucky ignored your question and instead looked at you, completely agitated. He looked like a kid who just couldn't quite reach the cookie jar. You shovel another scoop of ice cream into your mouth. A drop of ice cream falls off of the spoon and onto your breast. The freezing temperature on your skin made you squeal. You looked up at Bucky, only to see him looking at the drop of ice cream. Or at least you thought that's what he was looking at. You were about to wipe it off when Bucky brought his tongue to your breast, licking off the ice cream. You let out a soft moan and throw your head back, closing your eyes. “No way is he teasing me now.” You thought. You looked back at Bucky who was now smirking at you.

"Something wrong, doll?" He asked, tightening his grip on your thighs. He knew that his tongue and his hands were two of your weaknesses and boy, was he using them against you.

"I'm fine." You say, smirking back.

You push his chest lightly and hop off the counter, putting the ice cream up. Just when you're about to turn around, Bucky traps you between the fridge and his body. You have place your hands on the fridge to stay upright. Bucky's hands wrap around your waist as he starts to leave soft kisses on your shoulders.

"I've been playing nice, doll." He says, kissing your sweet spot, "But…..it looks like the tables have turned."

You turn around in his grasp, only to have Bucky push your back into the fridge. No way were you letting him turn this on you.

"I'm not the one who's rock solid." You say, palming him through his joggers. Man was he hard.

Bucky let out a grunt and bit his lip, causing you to smirk. You thought you were winning this little competition that had started until Bucky pulled your arms above your head, grinding both his hips and his hard on into you. You let out a soft gasp, slowly fluttering your eyes shut. Bucky held your arms with one hand and used the other hand to grip your waist, pulling you even closer.

"Well played, Barnes." You sigh, finally opening your eyes. He smiled, considering himself victorious.

Unfortunately, what came next was not what he was expecting. You wrapped your leg around his, making him trip and fall backwards. You both ended up rolling on the ground and in the end, you were straddling Bucky while he was on the ground trying to process what just happened.

"Started training with Nat recently, picked up a few things." You say, a smile playing on your lips. He let out a laugh, moving his hair from his face.

"So, do you surrender?" You say, leaning into his ear. You held his arms out to the side, surprised that he wasn’t trying to free himself from your grasp.

"Never."

Bucky easily removed himself from your grip, flipped you over and ended up on top, holding your arms to the side. He smirked as you processed what happened.

"Well played." You groan.

"Just give me what I want,Y/N. I know you want it too." He growls. He brought his face down to your neck, leaving kisses everywhere. He moved down to your collarbone, eventually letting go of your arms but it’s not like you were gonna resist now; the sensation of his lips on your skin gave you goosebumps. He kissed in between your breasts, making sure his lips lingered. And continued as he dragged his kisses down your stomach. You closed your eyes as you let out a small moan and ran your fingers through his hair. Maybe he had you captured. He began to kiss the inside of your thighs, making sure to get as close to your heat as possible. You began to arch your back, ultimately trying to bring him even closer to you.

Once he notices your arch, he stops his assault. "Looks like I win." He says, looking up at you, his face still in between your thighs.

He stands up, leaving you a little pissed he won the same game you had started and created. He offers you a hand which you gladly take. When you stand up, you lightly punch him in the stomach. He chuckles as he holds his stomach.

"This was supposed to be my thing." You whine, folding your arms like a child.

"Sorry, doll, I’m just too good.” He smiles. “Let me make it up to you?”

Bucky grips the back of your thighs and proceeds to pick you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. You place your hands on his shoulders and bury your face in his neck, placing a kiss or two. He carries you back to your bedroom and sits on the bed. You remove your face from his neck and scoot closer to him. He grins a big dopey grin at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're so beautiful," he places a kiss on your forehead, "I want you to know that. And that I’m lucky to have you.”

You smile at him and place a short but sweet kiss on his lips.

"Finally" He breaths.

"What?" You laugh.

"I've wanted a kiss this whole time."

"I teased you this whole time over a kiss?" You say, dropping your hands from his shoulders.

He chuckles and nods, "The teasing was nice too though."

You lightly smack him in the head and fold your arms across your chest again. He laughs.

"I should do this more often. You're cute when you're mad." He says, pulling you close and placing a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever Barnes."

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I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

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Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

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