#preread

[vanitasaurus]

little doodle page for smth @blurrymango is currently writing on <3

[odericevertz]

probably going to be less active on here the next week or so TT

[honestlyvan]

Wait a goddamn minute.

Have I never talked about S.T.T. on Tumblr???

[zombloggr]

guy with 4 half finished books open : guess ☝️ what I should do

[evilasiangenius]

What GO character do you feel most comfortable/have the most fun writing, other than Aziraphale and Crowley?

Ooh, thank you for the interesting question, anon! I had to think about this one since I don't often write other GO characters and realized: it's gotta be Beelzebub.

I wouldn't say it's necessarily comfortable to write Beelzebub. If you read the original novel, there are actually some pretty consistent rules built in for how many Z's to spell words with or when certain pronunciations of words will have just one extra z thrown in. I studied this and did my best to adhere to the spelling conventions. The closest and most careful/accurate adherence to the novel is in the Babylonian Flood story.

Since then I've been a bit lazier about the particulars but even with the sometimes hard editing work, it is a LOT of fun to write Beelzebub.

Honestly, I find writing Beelzebub so fun that even before S2 came out, I thought it would be super fun to do a silly sketchy rewrite of S2 swapping out Beelzebub for Gabriel as the naked angelic (fallen) executive who shows up on Aziraphale's doorstep.

But you know, with the tiny angry S1 version of Beelzebub. Would they be called Jim? Thim? Tim?

"Tim, like the Enchanter. From Monty Python," Aziraphale cringed, hoping the other angel could not tell he was lying. "A very…erm, classic name. Ordinary. An, an ordinary human name for an ordinary human. Ha ha." "They call me…Tim," Beelzebub said, deadpan. Crowley! Aziraphale thought the name very angrily to himself and in the approximate direction of the smirking demon. Obviously it had to be Crowley who coached the First Prince of Hell to answer to this ridiculous pseudonym in this manner.

[thebirdandhersong]

Out of town (tumblr) for the next little while! Things are happening and things need to get done..... Let me know how i can pray for you!

[unremarkable-gods]

said with a sort-of disbelief or cynicism: my goal isn’t to be happy every day of my life, but to be happy with my life as a whole. i want to be able to look at a week or a month that i’ve lived and say “im happy with that” while allowing myself the days that were, admittedly and guiltlessly, pretty shitty.

[lanarchive]

no romance movies have been hitting lately im SICK

[feverofthyself]

it's literally like. atque in perpetuum. if you even care.

[dbssh]

WOAH THERES GAY PEOPPE.IN THIS BOOK?

[z-arcane]

starting a new textbook is like yayyyyyyyy then you get really into the weeds and they start throwing absolutely diabolical problems at you and it is no longer fun and instead very difficult

[archersgoon]

they only talk about it in the context of conquest (& arguably what follows here is also, given that it's the major threat) but allying with charyn gives lumatere wayyy more bargaining power than they had previously.

so, lumatere controls the flow of trade on the river, right? during the curse all trade between the southern nations & sarnak had to go through either charyn (preferred) or sendecane (stupid impractical). charyn's preferred because 1. there's people there; and 2. there's a river. charyn's river starts in the mountains near sprie, travels through charyn and osteria, then hits the sea in sorel. so presumably (i know what actually happened does come up, but for the life of me i can't remember where) during the curse the bulk of international trade moved to the charyn river, and anything sold to belegonia either went through osteria or through to the gulf and lastaria (& the other way round). presumably pre-curse this also allowed charyn to undercut trade through lumatere. anyway. those are essentially the only two routes for fast trade (you could do sea travel, but belegonia is um. badly placed for that in the context of sarnak).

therefore, charyn, in support of lumatere, can force a stop (or at the very least massive slowing) of trade between belegonia/osteria and sarnak if they want to bypass either lumateran resolutions against slavery and products produced via slavery (resolutions which they will most likely adopt given everything) or like. taxes or some shit. since belegonia buys tin & iron from sorel (i think these are pretty much their only major exports) because the slave labour means they can sell it on the cheap. even if they're not willing to shell out for lumateran ore you can make them think real hard on it.

but wait! you say, couldn't belegonia &/or sarnak just invade? this is when allying with charyn really comes in clutch. their army is of an equivalent size to the belegonian one, and if they work in conjunction with lumatere they can functionally cut off any quick communication between north and south, forcing them to work independently. if sorel gets involved things start getting um. difficult. but probably it won't come to that & arguably they are more of a threat to belegonia than lumaterecharyn so like maybee they wouldn't ally. maybe

[black--sun]

He huffs, amused now that it’s so far past. “I could have, but I’d just spent forever trying to tell the last guy to get lost. That guy was definitely the drugs. Besides, I was supposed to be avoiding you. Not going home with you.” He doesn’t remember that night too clearly. He remembers he thought breaking the guy’s nose might be the only way to get rid of him. “But it was pretty iffy for a while on your couch.” 

His brow furrows as that story keeps going. “I tried to tell you. And Shuren was supposed to tell you. I specifically told him he had to tell you.” That’s annoying. If the guy hadn’t saved his life, he’d be pissed. Also, he gets it. Shiro’s a scary guy. Not to him necessarily, but in general. “Anyway, if you fall asleep driving, don’t blame your busted car on me. I offered.” 

Oh. He looks over when he gets that elbow and it clicks all of a sudden that Shiro does have a soft affectionate side buried somewhere down deep where no one will ever find it, and where he doesn’t have to acknowledge that too many squishy emotions make him squirm. He smirks. And Shiro said he was being cute. “Says the guy who’s always passing out. Just so you know, we’ve passed the stage in the relationship where I have to keep my hands to myself when you start all this swooning you’re planning on doing.” He especially like the idea of dressing Shiro for bed since Shiro doesn’t usually seem to sleep in anything at all.

He snorts. “Yeah, well, I keep all your other secrets, if you let me do shit for you sometimes I promise not to tell.” Which seems like a joke and isn’t. 

It suddenly occurs to him that if he just took Shiro up on his offer he could stop begging to be given work, might have a clue what’s going on with Shiro’s other business stuff, and could find someone else to pawn his current job off on. And finish school. He blinks. “That’s a really good idea...” Which he’s rejected about ten times now. What’s wrong with him? Or it could be the medication making him more agreeable. Or the relief of finally getting out of this place without too much crazy shit happening. “Okay. If everything doesn’t go to hell and we end up running for our lives. I’ll work for you.” Fuck, they’re really come full circle.

“Yep.” He flashes a grin, “It’s versatile advice.” The news that Ichigo wasn’t standing in that bathroom doorway that night wishing the knife had been better aimed actually really surprises him. He did a good job of faking it. Either that, or Shiro was in too pissy of a mood to notice subtle. “Damn. Shirtless and bloody is one'a my best looks, too. Clearly you weren’t drunk and high enough to exercise that kinda restraint. You could'a just pretended it was the drugs later.”

He shrugs. “Got a couple hours before you called and woke me up. I told you I’ve been busy. Been leavin’ my phone on ring too, in case you or someone that had information about you called.” And it turns out his phone goes off all the damn time, it’s just usually on silent and he deals with it when he decides to check it. But Ichigo didn’t ask about that, and he realizes he’s oversharing with no real reason to.

He looks over but his stomach is doing a little, subtle dance so he rolls his eyes and nudges Ichigo, gently, with an elbow. “Stop. That’s weird and cute. It sounds like you’re goin’ soft on me.”

A pale brow arches as he drops himself down into the driver side. It’s only when his ass is in the seat that he realizes he probably should have offered Ichigo some help or support getting into the car. It’s sports car. It’s low to the ground. Bending is required. But since he’s already sitting, it would probably be more embarrassing for them both he got up to run around the car and help now, so he pretends he’s not watching instead. “Uh. I dunno. Since forever, I guess. Unless that was a broad you, not me specifically.” His answer probably wouldn’t change much though, honestly. He scoffs lightly, a little amused, a little tired. “Both. But I meant take care of me.” But he looks over, “You could work for me- I mean, y’ know, assuming this continues to go well and I stay in business. Or you could run for me when you need extra cash, and finish school and get paid to read fancy books when you’re done.”

[navybrat817]

The Day After

Pairing: Roommate's Brother!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Your new roommate introduces you to her brother, but you met him last night.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, mention of hooking up, tension, humor, flirting, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes being a menace (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Calling this AU About Last Night. No one asked for it. Hope you enjoy it anyway! @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline he's such a menace! ❤️ Thanks to the lovely @whisperlullaby for prereading and assuring me it isn't garbage. Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You groaned as you saw the time and wiped down the coffee table again. Rebecca Barnes, your new roommate, would be there any minute. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. She seemed like a sweetheart and was down to earth, the perfect person to take the other bedroom and help with rent. Plus, she had already seen the place and seemed excited to be roommates.

She was doing you a favor by moving in. Your last roommate got engaged and moved in with her fiancé. While you were thrilled for her, keeping a place in this part of town was costly. You had debated downsizing, but there was nothing available. Giving up the place would’ve been tough as well since you did love your apartment and it was close to work.

“It’ll be great,” you said, taking a wipe to the table once more.

Maybe you were on a cleaning spree so your mind wouldn’t keep going back to the guy from last night. The one at the bar with the piercing blue eyes and charming smile. And the beefy frame and soft chestnut hair that framed his face. The same hair you pulled when he laid you down on his bed and kissed down your body and-

You jumped at the knock on your door. Now wasn’t the time to think about the guy who blew your back out. “Just a sec!” you called out, putting the cleaning supplies away before you straightened up your top. With a deep breath, you opened the door with a smile. “Becca, hi!”

Rebecca’s smile was enough to light up the whole place, her brown hair swept back to showcase her beautiful face. You imagined guys, and maybe girls, flocked to her, but she told you she was single and happy that way. You were single, too, minus whatever last night was. “Hi,” she said, balancing a box in her hand before you held your hands out to take it. “How are you?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Good, but I’ll be better once I get everything inside. I didn’t realize I had so many boxes,” she teased.

“I’m happy to help with whatever you need,” you promised, setting the box down by her bedroom door. “Is your car outside?”

“Actually, one of my brother’s friends let us use his truck to haul most of my stuff here,” she said, a worried look crossing her face as she looked your way. “It’s okay that they help move the stuff in, right? I’m so sorry. I don’t think I asked. The furniture is just a bit heavy.”

“It’s fine. You have nothing to apologize for. This is your place now, too,” you assured her. You remembered her saying she had an older brother. Was his name James? “And you shouldn’t have to lug up an entire bedroom by yourself.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. My last roommate would’ve flipped,” she smiled, heading back to the door to stick her head out. “This way, guys!”

The first man that walked in was thick with broad shoulders and a smile as golden as his hair. If you had to imagine an all-American man in the flesh, this guy was it. But the guy that followed inside after him, he was the one who made your heart stop. The one who made your knees buckle. Because you knew those blue eyes.

And as his eyes bore into yours, he smirked.

Fuck…

“This is Steve, one of my brother’s best friends and pretty much like another brother,” Rebecca said, pointing to the blonde as you blinked. “And that’s my brother, James. Everyone calls him Bucky.”

You were very much aware that people called him Bucky. It was the name he made you cry out when he was balls deep inside you the night before. There was still an ache between your legs that reminded you just how thoroughly he fucked you. It was a miracle you were able to walk by the time he was done with you.

Not only did you manage to walk out of his room, you left his place before he woke up.

To be fair, it wasn’t your plan to ditch him after he took you in just about every position you could imagine. You just had to get home, shower, and clean up a bit before Rebecca showed up. And you did leave your number for him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Steve said as Bucky continued to stare.

The room suddenly felt very hot.

“James, could you not gawk at my new roommate like that, please?” his sister asked, waving a hand dismissively when he continued to stare at you. Thank god she spoke because your words were stuck in your throat. “I’m sorry. He does this weird staring thing sometimes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It’s okay,” you said, clearing your throat as Bucky raised an eyebrow. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You didn’t know what to say. “It’s nice to meet you guys, too.”

Bucky’s pretty eyes darkened a shade as he continued to stare you down. You shifted slightly on your feet. Was he upset that you left or that you just pretended not to know him, like last night hadn’t happened? But if you said you knew him, how would you explain it to his sister? You could’ve just said you met at a bar and left it at that. Or blurted out everything.

But how the hell were you to know Bucky was her brother? It wasn’t like the two of you had exchanged last names. Oh, Jesus, what was wrong with you?

The corner of Bucky’s lip tugged in a smile as he said your name. How did he manage to make it sound like honey and something sinful? “Becca was telling us all about you on the drive over. Said you’re very welcoming.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as he gauged your reaction. “That was nice of her to say,” you said, tearing your gaze away because you didn’t know what else to do. “Becca, I can go to the truck and-”

“Actually, could you show me where the bathroom is?” Bucky casually cut you off, jerking his head toward the door. “Steve, Becca, if you wanna grab a couple more boxes, I’ll be right down.”

“Sure,” Steve nodded as Rebecca narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t bother my roommate,” she warned before she left with Steve.

The brunette swung his head back toward you, a wolfish grin on his face as you gulped. “I won’t be a bother, will I?”

“Bathroom’s this way!” you said much louder than you needed to, your heart racing as you went down the hall. He was right on your tail and you wondered if he would figure out which bedroom was yours and drag you into it. The hall seemed more narrow with him in it. The wonderful smell of him took up the space, too. “Right there,” you said, not looking him in the eye as you pointed to the bathroom door.

He put an arm up to block your exit. “Nice to meet me, huh?” he asked, tsking as he shook his head. “Did I fuck you so good that you lost your memory?”

You inhaled, your cheeks hot. “Bucky!” you hissed, looking over his shoulder to make sure his sister and friend weren’t back yet.

“So, you do remember my name,” he said. The smirk that followed almost had you dropping to your knees. What sorcery did this man have over you and how could you get it to stop? “I mean, you should remember it. I did have you screaming it.”

You stuck a finger in his face as you stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up! If your sister hears, she might get upset and back out of the lease. And I don’t want her to leave. She’s nice and I can’t afford this place without a roommate.”

He gripped your wrist and maintained eye contact as he swirled his tongue around the tip of your finger. An unashamed whimper slipped past your lips that you couldn’t smother, yet you didn’t make a move to stop him. “My sister won't back out of the lease, so don’t worry about that.”

“O-Okay,” you said, trying not to let him distract you as he repeated the motion. Your nipples hardened under your top anyway. Damn him. “But if she stays, how am I supposed to explain that we…”

“Fucked until the sun came up then fucked again? Yeah, you're right. It might be really hard.” He tilted his head as his gaze went lower. Was he trying to kill you? “About as hard as when I had my cock in your sweet, wet-”

You covered his mouth to smother the rest of the statement, but you felt the vibration from the word “pussy” against your skin. He chuckled at your expression. The man was going to drive you crazy.

“Yes, yes. We fucked. Best fuck of my life, okay?” you admitted in a huff.

A genuine smile touched his lips as he lowered your hand. Not a smirk or smug smile, but something lighter like when the two of you chatted over a drink. A smile that made your knees weak. “I was the best fuck of your life?”

You shook your head. You shouldn’t have said that. “That isn’t the point, but I do want to point out that I don’t make it a habit of hooking up with random guys,” you said, hoping that would be the end of it.

Amusement filled his eyes. “I know. You told me that when I brought you home and I believed you,” he reminded you, your breath hitching when he leaned in close. “But you still begged me to fuck you raw. Or did you ‘forget’ that, too?”

Electricity crackled between the two of you slowly exhaled. “I didn’t forget,” you breathed, your tongue darting out to touch your lip. It almost touched his.

How could you ever forget how right it felt when he filled you up?

“Yeah? Then were you embarrassed that you went home with me?” he asked, his voice quieter than before as he took your hand in his. His thumb moved over your skin as your pulse quickened again. “Is that why you left this morning? Or acted like we hadn’t met?”

Your gaze softened. God, did you hurt his feelings? You hadn’t meant to. “No, I’m not embarrassed that I went home with you. Not at all,” you promised. Bucky was like a god and you were a mere mortal that he somehow chose to bless with his presence. “I’m sorry I left. I only did that because I had to get back here.”

“I could’ve given you a ride. Well, another ride,” he said, brushing his fingers along your cheek, his voice still not back to normal yet. “I’m a gentleman like that.”

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I did leave my number,” you said, hoping that would at least soothe the unintended wound. “And I’m not at all pointing fingers, but you didn’t exactly jump to tell your sister we had met either when you walked in.”

He shrugged and looked over his shoulder. “She’ll be back any minute. Let’s tell her.”

“Tell her what?” You asked. The two of you hooked up. There was no label or relationship yet. “We did a lot of things that I don't think she needs to hear about.”

The smile morphed back to the smirk that was getting under your skin in the best way. “Then come to my place so she can't hear the things we’ll do to each other. You know I have a great bed.”

You smiled and considered it for a moment. The handsome menace was single and so were you. Would it be so bad to go with him again? Yes. You couldn’t ditch your new roommate to hop into her brother’s bed, especially on the day she was moving in.

With a shake of your head, you backed away. “You’re unbelievable,” you replied, almost giving in when he pouted. That look probably got him whatever he wanted with most people. “And I’m not going back to your place today.”

“Why not? Like you said, you left me your number,” he said, making a show of holding up his phone. “You obviously wanted to, at the very least, talk to me again.”

“Look, Bucky, can we talk about this later? Please? Your sister’s moving in today. Let’s focus on that.”

His shoulders slumped, but he recovered in the blink of an eye. “Okay, you’re right. But you promise we’ll talk? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about last night.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, you wanted to talk to him again and it warmed your heart that he seemed interested in talking to you, too. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it either,” you told him. But you couldn’t dwell on that when you heard footsteps approaching. “I promise we’ll talk later and figure out whatever this is.”

That appeased him for now since he dropped his arm. “Later then.”

“James! Are you done going to the bathroom? I thought you were going to help?” Rebecca’s voice rang out. “Oh, God, you’re bothering her, aren’t you?”

You giggled as you ducked past him. “He isn’t bothering me.”

“But I am offering to order dinner for all of us if she doesn’t mind the company after we bring the rest of the stuff up. Maybe we can all watch a movie, too,” Bucky said from behind you, smiling when you looked over your shoulder with an exasperated gaze. “What do you say?”

You had to smile back because you knew you’d say “yes” before Steve brought the next box in.

And things were about to get a lot more interesting in your life since Bucky Barnes seemed determined to continue whatever had transpired the night before.

Neighbor!Bucky level of being a menace. 😂 I also like to imagine this is a version of Stud and Smartie in another world had she lived with his sister instead. ❤️‍🔥 How long before Becca finds out? What shenanigans will these two get up to? Do you lovelies want to see the night before? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[fraugwinska]

I'm so in love with your writing!!!! If you are doing requests could you write about the first time Alastor and his darling spend the night together? Maybe they are up late listening to music and his darling suggests he stay the night. They are new to the whole relationship thing and Alastor is awkward but agrees. Could be a touch spicy but mostly just fluff. <3

I did a unique take on this, I hope you don't mind, my lovely Anon? I had the inspiration for it in a fleeting moment and just started to type, remembering your ask... And I kinda love what came out of it! :> As always, @macabr3-barbi3 was my rock and my anchor during the writing process - you have too much patience with me, love! <3

And a huge 'Thank you' to the lovely, ever-so-talented @minkdelovely for prereading this for me to find the perfect title for this story. You are both an inspiration and a delight, and I truly appreciate you, my darling!

Kissing was something Alastor had slowly gotten used to. Kissing you, that is.

You had made it easy for him, he'd give you that. Patience is a virtue rarely found in hell, but when the turning point in his friendship with you tipped the scale to the side of more amorous realms, the Radio Demon, normally superior and confident, had found himself to be exceedingly useless. The lines between companionship and partnership were drawn by his mind rather than physical barriers, and crossing them alone had been a tremendous effort for him. Alastor had never thought he'd feel anything for another sinner, hell, the bare concept of feeling was generally strange to him.

Love was something that had been intimately intertwined with the feeling he had for his mother. So pure, and so lost and unretrievable after her untimely death. To feel this similar yet completely different kind of love for you? Unimaginable, and yet, there you were. And with an unbelievable ease you slowly took root in his mind, weaving your way into his thoughts and settling in his heart without you putting in real conscious effort. Had your encounters been mostly accidental and brief at first, Alastor found himself longing to walk into you more and more before actively seeking your company. To you, he was never unwelcome, in complete contrast to the other residents of the hotel, who tended to avoid or flee from him whenever they could. Whether he would be annoyingly chatty in amusement, hurtful in cold anger or buzzing with excitement (and sometimes murderous glee) - you entertained his whims, listened intently or soothed him with a few chosen words, always finding the right ones.

You shift in his arms, your head leaning a little in to grant his hungry mouth better access to yours with a small, delicious sigh, ignoring or maybe even blissfully unaware that your lips must've caught on his teeth somewhere along the line and ripped open, thin, beautiful crimson lines slowly running down the sides of your mouth. He always said that red suited you best.

Your differences made you quite an odd sight in hell's scenery. What many could only admire with a good dose of fear was never scary to you and the fact you openly regarded the Radio Demon with polite respect and genuine endearment left quite an impression on the others - so much so that it had earned you the hushed title 'Daddy-Deer Whisperer', bestowed by the ever-so-childish Angel Dust. It was when he caught you scolding Angel for using that expression and spreading his usual slander about him with a rare display of open anger that he first felt the gentle tug in his chest that has since remained whenever you were near Alastor. At first, he had shrugged it off as another of his eccentricities, or perhaps hunger pangs he hadn't fulfilled for a while (A very likely thing given his... appetite). But it persisted whenever you looked at him with that little smile on your lips, and he knew. Knew that he had to have you, and that you would be his, in good time. He could never have imagined how easy that would turn out to be, how accommodating to his needs you were from the moment you acknowledged his advances, and were able to keep up with his admittedly glacial pace from then on. While no one dared to ridicule him to his face, the others were comfortable enough around you to tease you for having a partner that seemed so uninterested in physical attention. Well.

While they were not completely mistaken, they didn't know all there was to Alastor the demon with the eternal smile. The foreignness of what it meant to touch and love and the, he had to say it, pitiful lack in experience made Alastor hesitant for the first time in both of his lifes. How could he publicly display his affections when he could barely bring himself to show them in the confines of your company alone? Yet you never demanded anything physical from him, and he realized with a startle that you were perfectly content with just being with him. Where it had taken him weeks to consider kissing you for the first time, it took another couple or so to slowly allow his touches to drift from a brief grasp on an elbow or waist to a tighter grip, resting a hand at the small of your back, enjoying the sensation of your hip bone gently pressing into his palm, pulling you a little bit closer as your hands ran over his arms. In his embrace your arms found their natural place on his shoulders, the weight becoming familiar and calming to him. Until one day, it wasn't anymore. One day he noticed, truly recognized the feeling of you in his arms and found himself struggling not to pull you even closer. And without much thinking, his lips had been on yours, chaste almost and testing, savoring the contact and tasting you without the need to devour. And he found that with you, only you, just a taste was so much more satiating.

It was the first of many kisses shared, but to Alastor, this one held a special significance. You had been stunned, yes, but when he withdrew, overstimulated and unsure of his actions, he found neither judgment or reproach, only a silent smile and a hint of blush on your cheeks before you had returned the affection in your own, respectful way that he appreciated so much - soft pressure and warmth enveloping his hands - and a change of topic, easing him into a lighthearted conversation that had lasted hours, just to calm his nerves. Since then, Alastor has held on to these memories, his firsts with you. And there were countless - all kept near to your heart. Charlie, Angel and Niffty could pester you with any intrusive, interrogating question, you would only smile at them and repeat the same sentiment: What you see is the only thing you get to know.

"Alastor?"

"Hm?" Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and his eyes focus on your beautiful face where he sees your brows furrowed with what he learned is concern.

"Is everything okay? You seemed to be somewhere else."

Ah, you were worried. For him. As you always were, so susceptible to his needs, as if it was natural to you. Another peculiarity and yet an incredibly welcome thing for a creature like him who found himself on the receiving end of unreciprocated concern very, very rarely.

"Just a little lost in thought is all, my dear."

"We can stop you know, it's almost midnight anyway." you say softly, your hands streaking soothingly over his arm as they slowly retreat from his shoulders.

He pauses, debating if the sensation of your fingertips touching the soft skin below his buzzed undercut, coupled with a very, very warm and inviting kiss had been enough. Had it ever been? Enough? It wasn't that you ever had any expectations of what would come after, seemingly content with anything he'd allow you to have - a softly spoken praise, an elegant compliment or even just peaceful silence before he'd take his leave. And knowing this Alastor suddenly is... displeased with the idea of this moment not lasting.

His claws wrap around your hands, a gentle pull guiding them back to their rightful place, back to the nape of his neck. He enjoys the rare sight of your surprised and red-flushed face before he let his lips trail your jawline, relishing in the way your skin breaks into goosebumps under his mere breath and fleeting touch before he speaks.

"I'm not so sure about that. Being able to stop, that is."

And he's true to his words. A searing fire is lit when your lips meet his again and his body tenses as he tries and fails to restrain the feeling it coaxes within him. Alastor wants to stay this time, wants to hold this miraculous thing that loves him so undeservingly close, wants to experience the feeling of skin on skin in your pristine bed sheets as he allows himself a rare night of sleep, with your sweet sighs as his lullaby and soft body as his covers. Another first with you, to add to the collection. And while you were always willing to indulge him, he feels, in the way you were pressing into him in cautious urgency, the whine that slips beyond the restriction of your bitten lips and the tremble of your fingers that you weaved into his hair, that this is - finally - what you, maybe for the first time, selfishly crave for, too.

Patience is a virtue, yes, but after all this saintly time he'd allow the both of you the sin of greed for a night.

[bakukatsuki]

— slow mornings.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x f!reader

★ ! what's better than two married pro heroes who are always called to the job and finally get a day off together?

author note: hai guys... i know its been so long (sue me) but I was thinking of writing something for a while and decided to just do it. NOT PREREAD. anyways, please enjoy reading! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

with the sun shining through the big windows of your shared penthouse with your number 2 pro hero husband, Katsuki Bakugou, the sun lighting up the room with its natural light and the comforting warmth it gives to the room you slowly start waking up from your slumber.

you feel a heavy but familiar arm wrapped around your figure as you yawn before opening your eyes and turning to see over your shoulder a messy, blonde sleeping figure peacefully beside you. admiring your husband, you can feel his arm tightening around you as he nuzzled closer to you.

''what're you starin' at?''

you simply just smiled before turning to face him, your hand reaching over to cup his cheek as your thumb lightly moved into small circular motions. ''can't look at my husband?'' you asked before leaning over slightly and pressing a kiss on his nose. you watched as he scrunched up his nose for a second before opening his eyes to look at you. oh, how you loved his unique, crimson-red eyes.

he inhaled deeply before letting out a soft chuckle. ''never said that, hun.'' retracting his arm from you for a second to stretch before they were back around you.

''good mornin', handsome'' giving him a soft smile that he loved so much. ''are you not gonna get ready for your morning run?'' you asked, moving your leg over his hip in an attempt to be closer than you two already were. ''when I can finally enjoy my day off with my wife?'' he replied, playfully pinching your side as you giggled. ''i'm just saying you never miss your morning runs, my love''

''and im trying to say i'd rather enjoy my day off with the woman i married knowing we never get the opportunity to really see each other in the morning.'' how sassy. you playfully rolled your eyes at him before he cupped your cheeks and leaned towards your lips, gently placing his over yours before pulling away until satisfied.

''you hungry, baby?'' he asked you, rubbing his thumb over your hip as he waited for your answer. you nodded. you always loved his cooking and would do anything to eat whatever he cooks whenever you get the opportunity. ''something light though. maybe eggs benedict?''

he nodded before nuzzling in the crook of your neck. ''just five more minutes.'' you smiled to yourself, thinking how time flies and remembering when you both made it official during your second year at UA. the way the two of you were just young teenagers experiencing teenage love for the first time together and now married for two years now. you nuzzled closer to him, bringing your hand and playing with his hair as he slowly fell back asleep into your arms. the only place he'd ever want to be.