mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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warnings: sub!alex (kinda), smut, handjob & blowjob (kinda, more just teasing), softie, pretty sweet
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"Wake up." he whispered in your dream, his voice threading softly through the haze of sleep. It wasn't a nightmare. It was something more gentle, a lull where you felt weightless. You couldn't remember what it had been about, only that you didn't want to leave it, not just yet. But he was calling you out of it, pulling you closer to reality in a way that felt both tender and insistent, like he knew you'd want to stay with him if you opened your eyes.
"Wake up." The sound came again, but this time it was different. In your dream, it was distant, a gentle murmur from across a room. Now, though, it was close — right at your ear, warm and soft as the edges began to blur. You felt a gentle brush against your face, like the tickle of hair moving close by. "Baby." he whispered, pulling you further from the dream and closer to him.
"Mmm...so it was the real Alex." you muttered, letting the words slip out as you lingered between dreams and waking. You hadn't opened your eyes yet, hadn't fully let go of sleep, but you knew he was there, something solid and warm in the softness of the moment.
"Is there another Alex?" he asked, and you felt the warmth of his breath, his face pressed close to your ear. He stayed hidden in the curve of your neck, out of sight but filling your senses. His leg moved gently over your hip, draping softly over you as his thigh settled in a light press against yours, anchoring you to the bed, to him.
"Now I can't get up." you murmured, smiling just barely, feeling the weight of him keeping you in place in the kind of closeness that made the world outside seem unnecessary.
"You can't." he agreed, his voice laced with a smile you could feel more than see. He tucked himself closer, his face half-buried in the pillow, half-lost in the mess of your hair, letting out an involuntary hum, low and pleased. You could feel him breathing you in, the way he'd always say he loved the scent of your hair, the quiet hum of comfort that slipped from him as he settled. "Who's the other one?" he asked again.
"The Alex of my dreams..." you whispered, moving your free hand — the one that wasn't pinned beneath him — to find his back. Your fingertips moved lightly over his spine, tracing the line of each vertebra through his thin t-shirt. He stayed so still under your touch that you could almost think he was the one just waking up, as though he'd been waiting here, half-asleep, until you joined him in this quiet reality.
"Am I not the Alex of your dreams?" he asked.
You paused, letting your fingers trace down to the small of his back. "Only one of you will never be enough." you whispered back, smiling as you felt him melt a little further, a silent agreement you both shared in the unspoken language of touch and warmth.
He didn't answer, not with words, only pressed his face deeper into your shoulder, breathing in, as if he could stay here, keep this moment, for as long as the morning allowed.
