#I woke up and this scenario was in my head

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'til death (will not) do us part'; bakugou x reader ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

content tidbits: platonic bond but i deadass think there's romantic shit going on this is peak yearning, class 2-A era, following the plot but not the full on war, ANGST, mention of character death but nobody is actually dead, scenario of bkg's death and funeral, hurt/comfort, swearing, gender neutral reader, physical affection, maybe ooc bkg but we know atp, somewhat healed platonic bkdk bond, childhood friends bkdk + reader, reader is mourning katsuki despite him not even being dead, death anxiety, fear of loss, generally lots of death talk. insomniac reader, crying (on both ends, would you look at that), please give these bitches a hug. Not proofread

word count: im not sure bc I finished this on my phone and it won’t let me copy it in bulk

A/N: I read Sweet Dreams by @janasrdhr and it lit this up in my head. I love katsuki so much this isn't funny :(( all these fics im writing are making me question things about my MHA DR and i can't tell if it's comphet or hozier level yearning. speaking of, this song is the 2nd inspiration :) it's also on spotify as a podcast, but this ver is clearer

2:23am.

You had been laying there since 10:30.

The flicker of the alarm clock was almost taunting, reminding you of every second going by that you couldn’t get back. You rolled over on your side for the hundredth time, your thoughts rolling in like a following, ruthless wave. Every word, every scenario, every possibility clawed at your brain. This was the 3d night in a row.

What if you lost them? Lost him? What if there's a catastrophic battle and you're left behind? What if you're the one taken out? What if someone doesn’t come back?

Tears pricked your eyes again, panic and strife sitting chilled in your chest. Everything felt stuck, icy, voided. It felt like you were already gone. The creaks of your mattress and your pain were the only things reminding you of your maintained mortality. But it didn’t soothe the irrational terror. You couldn't handle the idea of losing him;

The scent of flowers and carpet sat in the air, a grip of visceral pain keeping everyone in the room company. The sounds of Mitsuki's wails. Izuku beside you, distraught. Class A lined in the seats behind you, all wanting this nightmare to be over. All Might, Aizawa, and the rest of the UA staff with regretful, almost faulty expressions. And you, staring ahead at his photo. Refusing to acknowledge the casket beside it, orange and black flowers adorning it like a crown. That damn fucking photo, one you took in a candid moment. Him smiling at something you said, eyes flicking to the camera right before he snatched the phone off you. Any semblance of a secure and happy future slipping away with every heart wrenching tear.

Imagining it had your chest heaving sobs, your inner monologue pleading him to just come back. But he didn't have to. He was there, a story under you, sound asleep. You knew so, but the thought that could be taken away cut you even deeper. You had enough of its persistence.

Shakily getting up out of bed, wiping your face, you tried to remain quiet as you walked through the dorm halls, in and out of the elevator, and down another hall, until you stood in front of an all familiar door. Still sniffling, you felt guilty about the idea of waking him up. He didn't deserve to lose sleep just because you were scared. He shouldn’t have to deal with a moment of borrowed greif. But before you could step away to leave, the door opened. Katsuki stood, half asleep and disheveled, but became more alert seeing your tear stricken face.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." You said in a quiet, wobbly mumble.

"Yeah, you did. Heard your sniffling and breathing from outside. Knew it was you. What's wrong?" He asks, yawning half way through.

"Can I just come in and talk about it?" "Fucking hell, at least say what you're even here for at almost 2:30 in the morning-" "I don’t want you to die." You interrupt, the sensation of crying building back up.

He looked at you confused, but knew this was something deeper than a simple statement. He stepped aside, allowing you into the room, before closing the door and sitting with you on his bed.

He's silent for a moment, before asking "What do you mean?"

You can't get a response out, before breaking down again. More freely now that he's actually here, but it hurts more at the same time. Your breathe comes out in short gasps, head spinning. He notices, and shifts to hold you against him, in which you accept by holding onto him like if your grip even let up slightly, he would evaporate. He shushed you gently, a hand rubbing over your head. He was silent in his comfort, but concerned internally. What did you mean?

Once you had calmed slightly, despite being drained from the distress, you got out a response.

“I couldn’t sleep. And my mind started going to the possibility of if one of us got hurt in battle and died. I don’t want to leave you alone, and I don’t want to lose you. I’m so fucking scared. I hate that it could happen.”

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?? It will, at some point, on the field or not. I can’t- I can’t handle knowing that it could happen when we least expect it. Fuck, I can’t lose you.

You were right. How did he know? It would happen. You were right. And the thought stirred him too, causing him to pull you tighter.

“I know. I’m scared too. I don’t say it, but I am. I need you too.” He sighed, closing his eyes and pressing his face to your head.

“Why did it go there anyway? Your thoughts, I mean.” He asked.

“I don’t know. It just happens. It has been the last few nights.”

“This happened more than once? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want to bother you.”

“So you let it get worse? Idiot.”

He notices that you don’t respond, and sighs. “Listen. I know I don’t know when or how we’ll die. We don’t know that. But I promise you, for fuck sake, I would go to every end of the earth if it meant keeping you safe. And if it meant keeping me with you. I don’t say things like this, but fuck, you matter to me too damn much. You always have. And you’re not- you’re not going anywhere as long as I’m around. And if I did, I’d do everything to claw my way back to you somehow. Life and death be damned, I’d get to you.”

His words make you cry harder, but it’s a mix of relief and pain. You believe him. But the idea of the hole him leaving in your heart with his absence doesn’t settle. From atop your head, you hear him letting out a shaky exhale, a small droplet onto the top of your head. He’s crying too.

“Please promise you’ll do everything to come back to me.” He whispers with a raw voice. “Promise. Regardless of where you are and why. Please come back.”

“I promise.”

He lets out another shook breath, but nods.

“I’ll be damned if I don’t do the same. Don’t ever be scared of losing me, okay? I’ll defy everything if it means you have me beside you. I can’t fuckin’ imagine leaving you behind.”

You nod again at his words, every one of them sticking to your subconscious like they were locking in.

“I am not leaving. Not now, not ever. I’m bound to you until existence itself burns up.” He murmurs.

Both of you sit in the heartache of the bittersweet declarations, the bedding over your bodies holding you like a chrysalis, each other being the new life forming within.

“I know you wont die.” You say. “Not if you can help it. But I’m still scared. I care for you too much.”

“Then care for me scared. Care for me knowing what the care is for.”

“How did you get a B in English?”

“Piss off, that was for translations.” He defends, but you’re both glad at the lightness your response gave. Your hearts beat in tandem, heavy but purposeful.

“Im sorry I made you scared to lose me.” You say.

“Don’t be. It’s mutual. That’s good. We… we know what we mean to each other.”

You nod, though not sure the exact implications of his words. But you don’t care. You still have him. You will always have him.

Sent to sleep in each other’s hold, the 3 unspoken words don’t hold the correct gravity to express what you have.

It doesn’t have to, but right as you finally fall into a silent and safe rest, you swear you can just make out the words.

Or maybe it’s just your mind telling you things again. You aren’t sure.

[my-youth-hannah]

What we can't avoid "Bob" Robert Reynolds x f! reader

Summary: In which anyone can freely enter the void and see more of Bob’s shame rooms / past memories he cannot even recall. Thunderbolts kept him in the headquarters while is undergoing therapy so only few will know whenever he is having episodes that could open the void. "Bob" Robert Reynolds x f! reader

Warnings: trauma / schizophrenic 

Word Count: 2.6k

Disclaimer: Writing style may be different from other writers on this platform since I was used to writing stories in different ways back when I was in my early teenage years. Just wanted to turn the scenarios in my head into words. Hope y’all enjoy it.

Quite not sure with how Russian words

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Y/N introduced herself as someone who used to work for Valentina along with Mel, but since all of them had an agreement they work together, she was assigned to stay with the team. Win win situation it is, now she was assigned by Valentina to assist Thunderbolts or what she calls New Avengers in anything they need in exchange of not testifying for her impeachment.

“Why Thunderbolts?” She asked

“West Chesapeake Bay Thunder-” Alexie got cut off by Yelena when she inserted bread into his mouth.

“It’s nothing, plus the government calling us New Avengers whatever now so.” Yelena.

“Mishka~” Alexie while chewing.

Bucky was asking Ava to tour me around but pointed out other members to do the work instead. “Why don’t you ask John instead” but Walker instantly declines it and passes it to Yelena again and tosses it to other members. 

“Are they always like this?” She whispered to myself.

“Yes, they are, you’ll get used to it.” Then a cool looking guy who looks in late 20s appears on my side wearing some comfy clothes unlike the rest of the team who is fully geared. “I am Bob by the way” smiles but not looking at her. “My name is…” She offered her hands to shake but all of them caught it at the right moment and stopped her and made her completely clueless.

Ava gave her a tour around the HQ, showing everything from essential facilities to pointless rooms—even the bathrooms. Yet, there was one area that stood out. It appeared newly constructed but heavily used, with numerous scratches and visible signs of frequent use. “Never mind it, it's nothing.” answer from Ava.

She was instructed by her that all of them will be going to a mission for a week days from now, she was allowed to go anywhere but not near Bob since he has ‘contagious disease’ that they are looking for a cure at the moment. Normal conversation was allowed but no personal questions shall be entertained by Bob. 

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“Hi uhmm lemon?” Bob offered. She woke up one morning with no one else but Bob, looks like the team left earlier than what is planned. “No, thanks.” Days staying in the HQ she got a chance to know all of them, attitudes and routines- basically observe them. Valentina would like to know if there’s something they are planning to do against her. “Seems like harmless…… even defenseless.” Bob smiled like the usual does. “Am I? I have no idea haha” pure innocence is visible in him. “But seriously, what is with that room? the dungeon like one” He stopped for a minute trying to think “t-the dungeon, haven’t been there.” whispers to himself that she got used to it even after a few days of staying.  

Reading books, doing yoga, light workouts, and washing dishes became part of his routine whenever he stepped out of his room. Since it was just the two of them, Bob agreed to help him with the dishes, though he was careful to avoid any direct contact. “Relax, we’re just washing dishes,” she said, but Bob still kept his distance. “Y-yeah,” he replied nervously. It was probably a good thing they were both wearing gloves. Bob hadn’t realized washing dishes could be this fun; the last time he did it with someone was with John but didn’t enjoy it since he’s only telling stories how he saved people during the time he was serving the country as a military. “Hey, I’ve got a joke,” he said. “Why don’t dishwashers ever get lonely? They always have a full load.” She paused for a moment while removing her gloves, trying to get the joke. “Oh, come on, it’s funny!” Bob complained. She finally laughed and playfully hit him on the bare arm. “You—you’re the funny one.” He laughed along with her for a minute before realizing that she was in direct contact with him. 

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He panicked and promptly asked her how she was feeling which made her confused when she looked completely fine. “I am fine, Bob. Can you settle here on the couch?” but he didn’t listen and kept walking around while talking to himself about being cured and healed. She is on the edge of contacting Bucky to ask for help since she didn’t see this coming and wasn’t even oriented. Hours after, the team arrives from their mission. Even looking exhausted they first check on Bob, while he welcomes them like a kid missing his father. 

“Okay, Bobby, we can’t understand if you are rapping.” John.

“Breathe first, Bob.” Bucky said, “So what happened now?”

“W-we- We touched.” Bob.

“Oh little Bob, You are a man now. I am so proud of you.” Alexie. 

“That is not what he is talking about, old man!” Ava. Yelena directly went to check on her. “Are you okay? What did you see?”

“I am fine, why you all overthink?” Based on their reaction, they didn’t expect her answer.

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The team discussed the possibility of Bob being healed or if the Void already did vanish. Bob has never been so at peace even though they haven’t confirmed it yet. “We should still test it when he is already, Let’s give him another week of rest. Testing it would be stressful for all of us.” Bucky discussed which all of them agreed with.

In the other room, She was kept to be monitored for any symptoms of ‘contagious disease’ they said to her, but freed before the evening.

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At dawn, she heard her name being called by a calm, soothing voice, compelling her to follow it. Feeling lightheaded, she obeyed, wandering through the halls in her pajamas. The voice led her to a dungeon-like room, where only darkness awaited. “Who are you?” she asked, standing barefoot at the entrance, unafraid.

“I am... nothing. But come closer if you want to know better,” a no emotion voice replied.

Her mind felt blank as her body moved forward on its own, stepping into the darkness turning her into a shadow and consuming her entirely. John and Yelena witnessed it, having been drawn to the eerie, familiar sound—Void.

“Bob?” First thing she saw was him in an attic of a house where she was directed. Bob paused for a minute but not surprised anymore, he knew he’s not cured and the Void was still in him. “H-hi”

“Where are we?” 

“My world haha, Welcome anyways, I haven’t prepared any warming gift for newbies here.” He joked while playing rubik's cube. Bob gave a brief explanation of what is happening and where they are.

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Outside the void, John and Yelena are arguing on who is going inside the void and who will stay. “I know I’ve been there infinite time, that’s why it's your turn. Are you afrai-”

“I am not!”

“You’ve been there like 2-3 times, what’s the big deal in saving our friend?!”

“Fine! Fine! I got into a room where he is touching himself, happy now?”

“Oh goshhh Walker, Every adult did that! Just ignore it. You must understand that, you even made your own baby!” Yelena.

“Still!” John.

Yelena left no choice but to enter the void while John waited outside for the others. As she stepped in, she was directed to her shame room- bathroom where she was lying drunk. “Not again.” but none of it was moving. A familiar presence she felt from her back going towards her “Lena tsk tsk…. I can’t let you intrude but only to watch.” Void himself.

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“You are supposed to have your own shame room actually, no idea why the Void decides to direct us to my shame room. I even have no episodes these days. He's so unpredictable.” Bob explained to her. Now she understands why thunderbolts are so possessive of him. Now they are just waiting for any doors to open to lead them to other rooms till they exit the void. Bob was already used to it as he knows what to do in every room they’ve been in. “Glad you don't feel heavy here.” Bob said

“Maybe I am used to episodes? Not so new to me.” She replied. Bob knows she is different, she does have a shame room, no episode in direct contact with him and doesn’t feel a burden in his void. “May I ask, what were you doing before you came here? You said you're working for Valentina, right?” Bob asked.

“Valentina, who’s that?” She asked.

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Meanwhile, Void made Yelena watch every room they are passing by through the mirror of her shame room. “What now?”

“Don’t be impatient, Lena. You are lucky I didn’t make you join the maze and just let you watch here. Also maybe you should know.” with a blink of an eye, the mirror went bigger and showed outside the void with two John. “I am improving… I can now let anyone go outside the void as an illusion.”

“Mel, yes, hello? Remember the intern you sent here, She went inside the void. Don’t let Valentina know about this-” Bucky made a quick call to Mel to advise her and to check any records they can have about her past. “Bucky, it’s 2am. What are you talking about? We have no intern sent there.”

“What did you say?” Bucky looked at Alexie with full of confusion.

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“It doesn't usually have this kind of count of rooms, It looks like Void is bringing up other traumas we’ve been, even to the smallest anxious times.” Bob explained, their hands were comfortably intertwined to each other without noticing- seems like used of it- or more on does in usual. “Are we just going to run and run?” She asked as she noticed that he wasn’t paying attention to the rooms and only running to escape it. “This is how we do this thing, just follow.” Bob's response.

“Aren’t you tired of it?”

“Of course, I do. But this is how I manage it”

“Running away?”

“.....”

“Bob…. this is not the answer. You should face it.” that made him stop when he’s about to open another door. Bob knew that would be a great help for this issue with Void but he was too weak to control and overcome it. “You don’t know him”

“I know you, I know him.” Echoing in the empty hospital hallway.

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Yelena was forced to watch John along with Ava to fight with Void John who was wearing a military uniform. “Fine! You proved yourself, You can now unleash the void version of ourselves, you can manipulate it not only inside the void. Can you stop the Void John?” Void actually enjoys kicking John and Ava’s ass since he’s still questioning why Bob cares over John when he is an asshole. “Fine” sighed and snapped which made void John stop and walk back to the void entry.

“You are no fun, Lena, tsk tsk. Let us just watch Bob again, shall we?”

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“I can’t recall this place. If I am going to face Void, I should know what room I go to.” Bob said while keeping her on his back. They’ve been wandering in the hallways and rooms of the hospital like it is infinite and no end. There were only a few staff but some screams could be heard from the end of the hallways. 

After almost an hour running through the hallways and passing the rooms, they were able to find Bob in this shame room. They were trying to open the door, but Bob was peacefully standing in the center of the room. “Are you dancing alone?” She asked.

“I don't know how to dance, and I don’t even know this place.” He replies as he was trying to open the glassdoor. The other Bob inside the room, which they thought is the Void, continues to slow dance and reveal someone hugging with. “B-bob.. Why am I here?” It was her.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Void asked Yelena who was confused with what they were watching. “W-why? Who really she is?”

“Watch, just watch, Lena.”

“I don’t know, I don’t really know.” Bob cannot believe what they just saw. They were both slow dancing in hospital gowns. So peaceful, so quiet, yet, the affection is visible as how Bob handles her. It was love in an unexpected place. He kissed her forehead and placed his chin on top of her head while continuously slow dancing with no music on.

“You should go now, Bob.”

“No, I’ll be staying here, wth you”

“We have talked about this, Bob, Please…”

“But, I just can’t let go of the most beautiful thing that happened in this miserable life I have. This is.. like ending my life too.”

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“She….. She was supposed to be the Sentry Project and I was just a test subject.” Void started without leaving eyes in the mirror watching Bob and her. “She had this plan to escape from the facility after taking the serum but I need to go first, and there’s no assurance if she can really take it or not. They only know how her blood was.”

“Does it mean that all this time, what we had was an illusion from the void?” Yelena asked.

Void chuckled. “I just want all of you to meet her, but I enjoyed that too much I guess. Too bad, can’t keep her too much outside the void either.”

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“Bob?”

“Please don’t ask me questions, I really don't know. This is also exhausting for me.” He was on the edge of losing his shits when he felt a gentle cold touch on his face. As he opened his eyes, he saw her standing in front of him in the first room where they saw themselves. His hands on her waist, while her arms wrapped around his torso.

She looked into his eyes,“You should go now, Bob.” With that, his lost memory flashes on his mind, he now recalls her, the love of his life, the only person he considered as his other half, the woman who gave his life meaning, his everything. “No, no no- don’t say that. I’ll be staying here, wth you, my beautiful”

“We have talked about this, Bob, Please…”

“But, I just can’t let go the most beaut-” Without completing his sentence they were tossed to another room where he was laying down in a hospital bed, and she was busy getting medical tools that she needed to transfer her blood to him. “I know this, I know this- Please no! Don’t! Please!” He screamed out. He can now recall every minute of that day, on how they were supposed to escape but ended up transferring her blood to him to pass the inactivated Sentry serum. 

“Please, Void! No! Not here on the rooftop.” He pleaded, but it was too late and everything was supposed to happen. The door opened and she was running to him to activate the Sentry Serum in his body. Gunshots are fired and her body catches it from her back.

“Bob…” She managed to take out the activator and injected it right to his veins. She looked at his eyes for the last time. “This ending was only meant for me, not for you. Go and fly. Look for the purpose, My Bob.”

Void Bob appeared with Yelena in the scene while Bob was quietly sobbing. Yelena immediately comforts Bob while Void Bob watches the body of her consumed by darkness. 

“So long, my love.”

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Woke up from a weird yet amazing dream where I was on the Enterprise and I don’t know what I was working as, I was just there and on the bridge a lot, I might have been a Yeoman, and I had on the dress uniform but I had way too much cake for the dress so the dress kept riding up and even though I had the shorts on, I have thunder thighs so it barely helped

Anyways we get a warning that there’s a shapeshifter on the ship and it took my form but everyone knew that it wasn’t me, but they let it carry on as me for a moment to drive it into a false sense of security before they caught it and I was like “Wait so how did you guys know it wasn’t me ?” and Bones straight up said to my face “The ass was too small. The dress stayed down. Everyone knows yours rides up all the time” and I got embarrassed and was about to ask Kirk if I could change my uniform into the standard pants because the dress just wasn’t gonna work and Bones said “Why would you cover up such an amazing ass ? Your remarkable ass is what helped us in the first place.” and then he asked “May I ?” and I didn’t know what he was asking but it was Bones so I wasn’t gonna say no either way and I nodded and he leaned down and pat my ass and said “Good job, beautiful.” and I was blushing hard as shit and covered my face and Kirk and Bones and Spock all stood there smirking at me, Spock was even doing his version where he did the eyebrow thing

So then it cut to later and we all beamed down because we were on Shore Leave and even Spock came down and we were all eating dinner and Kirk requested that I sit next to him because he wanted to get to know me more, and we talked for a while and he asked me “Is being a Yeoman what you really wanted to do ?” and I shook my head but said that it paid well enough and I needed money to send back home so I took the job anyways and he looked at me and said “You know, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re young, you could do absolutely anything you set your mind to, don’t sell yourself short. When the next opportunity comes, you take that opportunity but you are a hell of a crewman and I’m glad you’re part of the crew.” and I excused myself because I was about to start crying because it was Kirk and he was looking at me with those eyes and so I went to the bathroom before I melted

So when I came back from the bathroom, Spock was standing by and was looming over me so I asked him if he needed something and he said “I was just checking on you.” and we stood there in silence for a minute until he said “I find you fascinating.” and I was confused but I asked him what he found fascinating about me and he just said “I cant find a logical explanation as to why I find you fascinating.” and we stood there for a moment and he kept staring at me and I felt like it would have been rude to leave and then he put his hand on my hand and then excused himself and I was just left there

And then I woke up wondering what the fuck just happened. I guess my brain decided to reward me with a good scenario after it made me dream that I was pulling a half dead customer from under a semi truck trailer the other night.

[mypoptartburnt]

YOU'RE BACK!!! Really feel like a pet when they're owner comes home rn LMAO, happy to know you got my siren ask, was worried it didn't go through. How have you been the last few days? Like 2 days ago Suguru brain worms hit like a semitruck the moment I woke up, almost sent an ask about it yesterday lol (TW for discussion of miscarriages and abortions) I cant stop thinking about your Suguru with a pregnant darling, whether it be his or someone before him. More specifically you cant convince me that he would let you keep it. I really think he would never allow his darling to carry a baby to term. It would just be to big of a risk to him. Pregnant women are even more fragile than normal and he already treats us like we're made of glass. The idea that you could die from not just the birth alone would have him against it. Let alone all the other awful things, like morning sickness getting so bad you may need to get hospitalized, Pre-eclampsia, or any other significant complication. What if miscarried anyways and you blamed yourself for it? If you wouldn't go get an abortion I think he'd intentionally cause a miscarriage. He'd obviously have everything ready so the risks would be minimal. He'd be heartbroken knowing you were so excited but he wont allow you to risk your physical or mental health for a pregnancy. If you really desire to be a mother when you're ready, you can adopt or get a surrogate. He'd reassure you there isn't anything wrong with not wanting to risk another miscarrage and the heartbreak that would come with again. -🫧 Anon

BUBBLES OUR MINDS ARE ACTUALLY SYNCED BECAUSE I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SCENARIO A WHOLE LOT ACTUALLY you are at my level of suguru brain rot derangement and i’m so here for it :D

here’s the thing he sees you and ONLY you as his baby, he sees the baby in your tummy as a parasite he’s insane like that.

this man was on his knees thanking whoever it is in the sky that you miscarried (in his head ofc) he was so relieved that the source of so much pain and discomfort for you is gone.

despite this it absolutely breaks his heart seeing how devastated you are and all the self-blame and he is do sweet and attentive towards you, he lets you cry and scream and throw things as much as you need. he knows very well that this is extremely painful and traumatic for you and he’s more than willing to provide all the outlets you need to express that.

he starts giving you skin to skin a lot more as he sees the calming affect it has on you, in general he starts treating you more and more like a baby. because that’s exactly what he sees you as. he slowly babies you more and more until you’re completely dependent on him. that’s how it was supposed to be in the first place. you are the baby here, babies can’t have babies the very thought makes him want to throw up.

[howdoyousleep3]

My current fic idea, you ask? 😌

This is your Daddy—

He’s big and important and people fear him and you have no idea what he does but you don’t care because no other man has ever taken care of you the way he has and no other man will ever be given the chance.

This is the only man your Daddy trusts around you, his second in command—

He’s kind and sweet to you even when he’s mean to almost everyone else. You see him nearly as much as you see James, Steve being tasked with keeping your Daddy safe, and you have grown to rely on Steve’s presence for comfort even if he has witnessed you and your Daddy in scandalous predicaments over the years.

So, what are you supposed to do when Daddy is away and it’s the middle of the night and you’re all achy and want Daddy’s touch? Obviously, you call your Daddy.

And what does your Daddy do when he can’t stand to hear how much you’re hurting and how badly you need Daddy’s touch and he can’t be there to help?

Why, he gets his second in command to come help you while he stays on the phone and tells the both of you what to do because of course he’s left his most trusted man to be with you while he’s away.

Of course. 😌🤪🥵

[wonwoonlight]

when you've been whining about the same thing over and over again and hansol has had enough

a/n: just some random burst of words. fluff. friends to ???. talks abt kissing lol

You're starting to question your decision of befriending Chwe Hansol.

You don't even know if he's listening to you, but it's just his default setting to look like he's spacing out on you even if he isn't.

It doesn't bother you usually, but you're a little more sensitive today just because and you don't appreciate him not making a single noise when you've been babbling for the past ten minutes.

"Say something!"

He looks at you bored, though you knew yet again that it's just how he looks. He cares, you know he cares, but you're in one of your annoying mood and it's somehow Hansol's burden to carry today.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, genuinely wanting to know what kind of answer you're expecting from him. "You've been saying you want someone to kiss since, like, two weeks ago. I told you to go to the club. Didn't you?"

"I did." You pout, and then plop your head on his shoulder as Hansol moves to let you lean on him more comfortably. You don't even know why you're complaining about this to him of all people instead of your other friends, don't even know what kind of comfort you're expecting from the most practical and idealistic friend you've ever haf in your life.

"Why didn't you kiss anyone?"

"No one's my type."

He doesn't miss a second to flick your forehead, and you make a show of saying it hurts (it does hurt, just not as much as you make it to be) as you lean away and cover your forehead with your palm. The glare you send his away doesn't deter him in any way.

"Why do you want to kiss someone so bad?" He asks you seriously, turning his body to face you.

"It's just been too long..."

"You watched another romance movie, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

"I told you to stop watching them if they make you feel like this!"

It's never easy to tell what Hansol is thinking about even though he's one of the most transparent people out there. You think that's why he's all the more unpredictable.

And like right now as you continue to stupidly debate over the romance movie marathon you had last night, you're not sure why he's entertaining you this much when your other friends would just shut up at some point and let you continue whining about your misery.

"I just want someone to kiss!"

"You don't just want someone to kiss if you're being picky about who you're kissing."

"I'm not picky." You huff. "I simply don't want to kiss strangers. What if they're creepy?"

Hansol stares at you incredulous, and you did a tiny victory dance in your head because you manage to leave him speechless. It doesn't matter that he's probably just tired of this conversation, it still counts as a victory to you.

"See? I knew you'd get my point eventually. I just want to--"

You don't get to finish your sentence as his hands reach for your face and his lips close over yours. You blink continuously for a few seconds, then succumbs into the warmth of his mouth on yours and his palms on your cheeks, and close your eyes to return the kiss.

You're a little out of breath when you pull away, and you still can't tell what goes over his head as his eyes stares into your soul.

"Next time you complain about this," he starts, his palms don't move from your face. You're pretty sure he can hear the loud sound of your heartbeats and feel the warmth emitting from your cheeks. "That's what I'm going to do, got it?"

You nod, pressing your lips together as if to feel his lips once more, a little disappointed when you don't feel the same spark from the real thing.

"Is it okay if I just ask you to kiss me again?"

[dirtytransmasc]

concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:

when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?

they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.

Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.

Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)

Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)

anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.

Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.

and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.

Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.

maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.

maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.

Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.

Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.

a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.

idk man. it would be interesting.

[faaun]

Trying 2 be so normal rn

[okkalo]

please watch my boyfriend trend but it’s boothill threatening the camera the whole time

[intheticklecloset]

mob boss dazai tickle interrogating chuuya 👀😈

[normiematsu]

chara ai being The Thing now instead of rp is intriguing to me but also really scary like what if somehow it is another person on the other side. i want to try it out to brainstorm character interaction but the entire time id be so worried this thing breaks character to be like btw girl you're cringe and fuck and i was actually some guy the whole time. which is funny bc Some Guy would be playing the role of cringefail neetwife

[osaemu]

i have a bunch of asks for more student gojo x studying/stressed reader AND THEYRE ALL SO GOOD EEEKK ilygs

[littletrumpetcat]

personal

[venting402]

oh to walk up behind my husband in the morning while he’s brushing his teeth and give his back three kisses and tell him good morning

[chithereader]

jealousy, jealousy / aaron hotchner

here’s my masterlist! pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader / shy!reader word count: 2.4k genre & cw: fluff, a little jealousy and pining angst if u squint, mentions of made-up case, different use of cm character a/n: thank u so much for all the support i've been getting on my fics!! hope you love this one as much as i do, i really enjoyed writing this one the most!

Today was a bad day. That much was clear. From the moment you woke up to the minute you arrived at the BAU– you’re convinced that the universe has simply gone the extra mile to make your life a little harder. 

You slept through your alarm and a few phone calls from Garcia, making your morning stressful and complete chaos. You didn’t have time to grab a cup of coffee or a snack, and apparently you also didn’t have time to remove the colorful pimple patches that adorned your face. 

Your blouse is buttoned asymmetrically, your hair resembling a bird's nest, and you left your ID at home, making your arrival more delayed as you had to employ Garcia’s help in presenting a copy of your ID to let you through. 

That too was not without stress given that your phone was on the verge of dying as you were in the call, but thankfully you could finally breathe in the elevator. Or so you thought. 

There were two things that immediately caught you off guard as you walked into the bullpen: one, almost all the desks were deserted and two, Reid and Morgan were watching you- as if waiting for your reaction, which led you to look around in anticipation. Is there a surprise? A prank? Did I miss a patch? I’m…wearing pants, right? 

Not wanting to prolong your search, you look at the two for any indication or clue. Tilting your head to the side as if to ask what? But to your surprise, they both nod their heads in one direction. Oh.

Strauss was in Hotch’s office, along with Rossi and a woman you don’t recognize. Hotch looked a bit tense, Strauss firm, Rossi is as relaxed as ever, and the woman… is looking directly at Hotch. Just Hotch. Huh. 

You were stood just shy of your desk when you shook thoughts out of your head, slowly approaching your desk to settle your things. Dozens of scenarios were running through your head, trying to make sense of new additions to an otherwise normal day. 

But the way she was studying him made your chest tight like someone was stepping on it.. and you couldn’t figure out why. 

You approach the two rascals only to lean on Derek’s desk as you whisper under your breath, “What’s happening there?” 

Morgan shrugs but his focused face remains, “I don’t know, kid. I tried Garcia but she doesn’t have a clue either.” Eyes studying the people in the room, noting anything that could tell them something. 

Mulling over more possibilities, you hum in response. Turning to Reid, you ask him- hoping that his eidetic memory can tell you anything about the woman even if they’d only met in passing. 

“Do you know anything, Spence?” But Reid only pouts at you, a sign that he’s thought about it hard but is coming up empty. 

Shaking his head, he soberly replies, “No..I don’t think so. I– I’ve never seen her before. Sorry.” 

Before any more thoughts could be voiced between the three of you, the door to Hotch’s office opens and all four of them file out- the woman walking a little too close to Hotch. 

-

You’re approaching your usual seat on the jet beside Morgan and across from Hotch when suddenly Agent Seaver overtakes you and sits on your seat. Caught by surprise, your eyes instinctively go to Hotch who’s already looking at you. 

He nods to himself, moving from the aisle seat to the one by the window. But it appears Agent Seaver misunderstood his gesture and moved beside him, “Oh! Thank you, sir.” Even going as far as touching his arm and leaning closely. 

Now, you’ve never been a violent person. Rage has just never overcome your senses like that but today.. of all days– you couldn’t help the image of spilling your hot chocolate all over her cream blouse. 

You don’t even notice that you’re frowning as you sit beside Morgan, somehow still unaware of how much their closeness really upsets you. You honestly thought you’ve maintained an expressionless face until Morgan looks up from his file and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You’ll need claws not paws, baby girl.” Winking at you as you separate. 

You steal a glance at Hotch only to see him watching you and Morgan with furrowed brows. He almost looks normal if it weren’t for the clenching of his jaw that’s his tell of irritation. Moving your gaze to Seaver, in case you missed something that’s causing his new mood, you find her reading the case file. 

As you return your gaze on Hotch, you watch as Seaver touches his arm again and engages him in conversation about the case. It’s through the whole jet ride that you had to stomach the constant Agent Hotchner, Agent Hotchner! paired with a giggle or a slight touch. UGH!

If it weren’t for Strauss personally recommending Agent Seaver as a consultant for this case, you would have done– …still absolutely nothing. You had no claim whatsoever over Hotch. Morgan and Rossi may tease the two of you occasionally, forcing that he treats you specially or whatever but his behavior could simply be chalked off as him being a good and attentive boss. 

And yes, okay fine. You may have some moments here and there… but! they could honestly just be built up in your head because of the feelings you have for him. Like when he said he likes it when you stare? Come on, being stared at can be flattering and that’s just a universal truth. 

- 

After a whole day of coming up with theories, visiting crime scenes and M.E.’s, you’re all completely spent. Lounging in the makeshift discussion room, all of you are still working tirelessly on the case given that the unsub’s on a spree and his timeline is alarmingly short. 

Reid’s been silently staring at the board for 20 minutes while Morgan’s pretending to read files of potential suspects with his legs stretched out and feet on the table, “This is impossible. We just don’t have enough.” He exclaims as he tosses the file on the table with a thud. 

To the left of Morgan, you’re also silently mulling over files of potential suspects. Not wanting to admit that he’s right, you guys don’t have enough…bodies. You barely have anything on the guy, barely any clues- for a working profile. 

You sigh heavily, peeling your eyes off the paper and looking at the board. “Reid?” The boy genius shakes his head softly, confirming that the known dump sites don’t say much about the unsub’s comfort zones or hunting ground. 

You suddenly wonder where Seaver, Hotch and Rossi are. You and Morgan got back to the precinct at around 11PM, and you realize you haven’t seen any of them, “Where are the others?” 

Morgan, in an effort to lighten the mood, jumps at the chance to tease you, “Hmm. I think what you’re really asking is: Where’s Hotch and is he with Seaver?” He punches your arm lightly, making it obvious he’s only teasing. 

The smug, playful smile on his face makes you fight one of your own, desperately trying to not give yourself away, “Shut up,” hitting him in the head softly with the file in your hand. 

While you two were exchanging playful glares, Reid interjects, “Seaver wanted to turn in early since she’s also the one meeting with the families tomorrow so Hotch brought her to the hotel.” 

You instantly lift your gaze to him and watch as he removes the marker’s cap and scribbles rapidly on the board, quickly adding “And I’m pretty sure Rossi’s getting us coffee from the diner around the block.” 

You want to blame it on your exhaustion– your inability and ineffectiveness at hiding how you truly feel about what Reid just revealed to you, groaning loudly in pain and frustration. You put your head in your hands, muffling the sounds you’re making that are somehow a combination of a laugh and a sob. 

Morgan understands your reaction immediately and laughs out loud. 

“It’s not funny!” There was honestly no point in hiding it. As much as Morgan teased you, you knew he wouldn’t tell anyway, and Reid.. well, he was honestly an even better keeper of secrets than Morgan, Rossi and Garcia. 

He puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, “Baby girl, worry not. You know you hold a special place in boss man’s heart.” Then gripping both your wrists to pry your hands off your face. 

Pressing your face even further into your hands, you let out a muffled version of “That’s not true!” that came out more as “Daffs noft thwu!” 

When Morgan successfully pries your hands off your face, you’re surprised to see Reid’s moved from the board to behind Morgan, half leaning half sitting on the table, curiously watching you. 

Morgan turns around to look at the door behind you, making sure the coast is clear before he says, “Kid. Be real with me for a sec… are you blind?” That was not the question you were expecting. 

You must have looked so lost because he continues, “Hotch cares for you. Deeply. And not in the same way he does for us. You’ve gotta have felt that, kid.” Funny, you are starting to feel like a kid– the only thing missing are his hands on your shoulders to complete that huddle pep talk experience. 

“That’s just not–” you try to start. But Reid swiftly raises his hand, signing you to stop–

“Did you know that every morning Hotch makes sure all the pens and mug handles on your desk are pointing to the right– the way you need it to be– in case the night janitors move any out of place?”

“Or that he never really ate lunch in the office before but started bringing sandwiches and other food he could microwave, while timing his lunches with yours presumably so he could strike up a conversation with you during break?” 

“Or do you remember that one time the AC in the bullpen broke and we were all sweating badly, and I said the heat was making me too thirsty then he disappeared into his office and came back with a bottle of water and an orange juice box only to give it to you?” 

Morgan lets out a loud laugh at that one while Reid pouts playfully, “I mean I was genuinely dying then.” 

Not without his own input, Morgan smiles softly at you with a raised brow “Did you know he personally restocks your favorite hot chocolate in the pantry and on the jet? Including the marshmallows.” 

You breathe in deeply, the revelations sounding too good to be true but winding nonetheless. You crack a small joke, trying to play it off “And I thought the bureau was just feeling really generous.” 

The two, who have grown to be such brothers, give you the exact same look of Really? 

As Reid rounds the table to go back and stand by the board, Morgan catches your attention and holds your eye, “Look, there’s so much more, kid. But they all point to the same thing.” He says this as softly as possible, as if to not scare you away. 

You let out a soft, breathy laugh. Shaking your head, “That just can’t be true.” 

With all three of your backs to the door, you don’t notice Rossi nearing. You just suddenly hear his voice from behind, rounding the table and settling the coffee cups in front of all of you, “Coffee, anyone?” 

As if trapped in the null of the previous conversation, you’re still looking at Morgan as you lean back in your chair, slumping further to seek non-existent cover. Reid, who is now back in his own world with the board, is handed a cup by Rossi, who didn’t even turn to look- only stretching out an arm to receive it and mumbling a distracted “Thanks.”  

Rossi, who is simply too smart for his own good, impressively senses something hanging in the air, nonchalantly asking about the tailend of a conversation he was not supposed to hear, “So… what can’t be true?” 

Back to lounging excessively on a chair that is a tad too tiny for him, with legs outstretched and feet on the corner on the table– Morgan spouts, “That she’s Hotch’s girl, and has no reason to be jealous of Seaver– who by the way needs the HR orientation more than Penelope and I.” 

-

Now– all of your backs are to the door except Rossi’s. Not one of you tried to move due to fatigue, let alone look.

Unbeknownst to you, Morgan, and Reid, on the way back to the precinct from the hotel, Hotch had the genius thought of picking up Rossi so the latter wouldn’t have to walk a block with trays of coffee on hand.

Hotch and Rossi arrived together. And as Rossi went around the table to give you your cups of coffee, Hotch stayed behind– leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed, watching you and the team.

Imagine his surprise, hearing what Morgan just said. His heart skipped a beat, his stomach dropped. His entire being froze entirely.. What? Jealous? 

In his mind, he had two choices: Act like he didn’t hear it and save you from embarrassment or use it to his advantage and make his intentions clear..ish. 

-

You gasp loudly at his bluntness– and in front of Rossi! Straightening in your chair and pointing an accusatory finger at Morgan, “You little– I am NOT jealous! and I am NOT Hotch’s–” 

Cut off by someone loudly clearing their throat from behind all of you, you all freeze, including Reid who hasn’t been actively paying attention until now. 

The hair on your neck stands up as you hear the nearing footsteps, already envisioning digging your own grave in your head when finally, Hotch is standing right beside you. 

You’re all still pretty frozen, save from the slow movement which is your eyes slowly lifting its gaze to the man in question until they meet his hazel orbs. He holds your stare as he leans on the desk, arms straining in his shirt– 

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Rossi fighting a smile, and just as you’re about to mentally curse him in your head, you’re broken out of your thoughts by a deep voice, 

“You don’t think you’re my girl?” 

[sturnlsstuff]

CHRIS WOKE UP WITH A BONER AFTER HAVING A WET DREAM ABOUT YOU...

warnings; smut, masturbation, handjob, getting caught, chris getting off next to reader?? idk

a/n; i woke up today with this exact scenario in my head so... i had to write it

chris had a wet dream. an intense one.

and usually, there would be no problem with this, but today he wasn't alone in his bed.

the two of you decided to have a sleepover like usual, nothing surprising, you were bestfriends. but for some reason he had a dream about you, and it made him toss and turn in his sleep, bucking his hips against the blanket, trying to find some kind of release. his hand was unconsciously stroking his erection through his pajama pants that he wasn't wearing anything under - he liked to let it hang loose. but in his dream it was your hand.

his dick was so painfully hard that it woke him up, the room hot and quiet, the only sound being his soft, ragged breaths as he squeezed his hardness through the thin fabric. he was clearly overwhelmed with sleepy lust, his eyes were closed tightly as he keeps replaying the dream in his mind, the way your tits bounced as you rode him, or how your hand was jerking him off, making him feel so good.

chris lets out a quiet groan, pulling his pajamas down, freeing his hard length, the tip glistening with pre-cum. his breathing hitched slightly as his hand wraps around his cock, moving slowly, his sleepiness making him whiny and needy.

until he feels something shift beside him.

his eyes flutter open, a frown appears between his eyebrows and that's when he sees you. asleep next to him. you were laying on your stomach, cheek pressed against the pillow, your face turned away from him, hair tousled spilling across the pillow in a tangled mess. then chris's eyes move down, your tank top rolling up, letting him see a bit of the skin on your back, but something else caught his attention.

the blanket was drawn up to your knees so almost all of your body was exposed. your hips slightly raised, one leg thrown over the blanket, the shorts you were wearing leaving little to the imagination.

chris almost drooled all over himself. his hand freezes mid stroke, realizing that his best friend was just right next to him. thank god you were sleeping. he would be so embarrassed if you saw or heard him.

and he was about to stop, wanting to go to the bathroom just like any person would. but he couldn't take his eyes away from your ass.

how perfect it looked, how it was slightly up in those tiny shorts, making him lose all sense of boundaries. his gaze intensified as he stared at your lower half. he slowly shifts his hips, trying desperately to find a more comfortable position without disturbing you. inside, he's wrestling with his own confusion and guilt over his inappropriate attraction, but he was so sleepy and so fucking needy.

biting down on his bottom lip, his hand starts moving under the covers again, the faint sound of his skin sliding against his own growing louder as he picks up the pace.

if he's quick then you'll never know.

despite knowing it was wrong, he couldn't stop himself, his arousal and tiredness made him careless.

another whimper leaves him as he tries to stifle it in the pillow, his cheeks growing hotter, finding this situation strange but also incredibly hot. the sight of your ass makes him think back to his dream where he would pound into you from behind, grabbing your butt or slapping it, leaving red marks on your skin.

chris's movements immediately became more urgent, his breaths coming in short gasps. his hips lifting off the bed as he starts thrusting into his hand, imagining that it was you who he was fucking right now. the wet sounds echoing in the silent room, another muffled groan leaving chris as his teeth sink into his lip to keep the sound quiet. he was so close he could feel it, his legs spreading, giving his hand more room. he just needed to finish and wanted to go back to sleep, it was too early to be up.

but then he hears your voice.

"chris, what the fuck?"

his whole body tenses, his hand freezes as he moves his eyes up to see your confused face. you were clearly awake, propping yourself up on your elbows, a frown between your eyebrows. you've been awake for a while, him constantly shifting woke you up, and while you tried to sleep again, you didn't have the chance because of his quiet whimpers, and the obvious movements under the covers. so you were... listening. until you couldn't take it anymore.

his heart almost leaping out of his chest, his face turning a deep shade of red as he realized he's been caught.

"fuck-" chris's wide eyes full of guilt and embarrassment, he quickly tries to compose himself, pulling his hand out from under the covers as nonchalantly as possible, but he could feel the evidence of what he was doing still wet on his fingers. "i wasn't.... i...i was just... just adjusting..."he stumbles over his lie, seeing by the look on your face that there was no point in denying what you clearly saw and heard him doing.

he shifts uncomfortably, still painfully hard, his cock brushing against the covers almost making him moan. "shit, m'so fuckin' sorry, i just.... i wasn't thinkin' straight, i had a dream- i mean, i thought you were asleep and..."

but he's immediately silenced by your voice, the tiredness clearly making you more bold as well. "i wasnt sleeping," you admit, looking down at his covered by the blanket lap, and then back up. "did you, uh... finish?"

chris almost choked on his own saliva.

his heart raced, mind reeling as he stares at you with wide eyes, completely surprised that you asked him that. he expected you to be grossed out, or think that he's a perv, not asking him if he came. the curiosity was written all over your sleepy expression, his dick twitching after your question.

he shakes his head, not daring to use his voice, too scared that it will betray how much more you just turned him on.

chris can see the wheels turning in your head as you shift onto your side, still propping yourself up on your elbow. your tits perfectly squeezed together now, catching his attention, and he almost comes right there and then when he notices your hard nipples through the thin tank top you were wearing.

your voice completely unsure, but still managing to put a lot of dirty thoughts into chris's mind as you ask, "do you.... wanna?"

his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening at your question once again. you were asking... or maybe even offering something to him...?

seeing you so vulnerable and sleepy made him bolder than usual. he swallowed hard, his composure fraying, "yeah."

his eyes were locked on your face, seeing its just as red as his, the way you were nervously chewing on your bottom lip makes him wonder what is going on in that pretty head of yours.

neither of you could logically think now, both too worked up to do so. he watched your hand twitch, almost wanting to touch him but hesitating. he thought that maybe you were too shy to do it, when really, you were too scared to make the first move, knowing it's your bestfriend.

but chris was so hard, his mind whirling. he knew you were touchy-feely when you were sleepy, usually seeking any physical contact when you were staying over but never like this. and you gave him that look— your doe eyes making his cock throb. and he just had to take the decision out of your hands. he couldn't handle the unspoken request and his own need anymore. so he grabbed your hand and guided it down under the covers, wrapping your fingers around his erection. "like this," he murmured sleepily.

both of you breathing heavily as you squeezed him, his hips jerking involuntarily. you keep biting your bottom lip, pulling the covers off him so you could see him and holy shit.

"you're so big-" it slips out of your mouth before you can think, your cheeks immediately growing hotter as you keep your eyes locked on his cock, brushing your thumb against his tip and spreading his precum over his length.

a low groan escaped him after hearing your words, sleep and lust making his body super sensitive to your touch. "yeah?" a small smirk appeared on his face, seeing the way you look at him and start to grow more confident in your movements.

it was like his wet dream coming true.

his body tensing up while you're moving your hand on his cock, the slow strokes making him crazy. his hand gripping the sheets as he lets out another low, needy groan, the sight of your hand wrapped around him was almost too much.

"what did you dream about?" he almost misses your question, too lost in the pleasure you're giving him already.

"uh..." his hips began to move in sync with your strokes, unable to stay still. "...you-" he admits, sucking in a sharp breath, the precum beading at his tip as your thumb keep brushing against it.

"me?"

your eyes met his, the intensity of your gaze makes his dick twitch in your hand. he nods, reaching down to cover your hand with his own, guiding you to squeeze him tighter and move faster. "yeah, you... i, uh...dreamed 'bout you doin' this and then-" he cuts himself off when you immediately pick up your pace just like he wanted, changing your angle a bit as well, your other hand playing with his balls. "fucking shit-" he groaned, head falling back against the pillow.

"is this good?"

he wanted to laugh at your question, 'cause it was pretty clear to see. "yeah," he managed to choke out, his voice rough with desire. "so fuckin' good..."

his hair sticking to his forehead, brows knitted together as you keep jerking him off, him also fucking your hand which makes his balls tighten with each stroke, the pleasure starting to be overwhelming. he could feel your eyes being locked on his face more than his cock, and it somehow felt even more intimate. "holy shit, keep goin'-"

"what else were you dreaming about?" you ask, and chris wants nothing else than to show you.

"you were on top of me...ridin' me-" his chest was falling and rising rapidly. "and then i was— fuccckk— takin' you from behind—"

as he fucked into your hand and talked about his dream, seeing you listening and squeezing your thighs together, chris felt his release approaching fast. his breathing was ragged as he tried to hold back, but the way you reacted to his movements, the way your body tensed, was too much. "fuck, gonna come-"

you don't even have the chance to respond as he moans, finally letting go. his hot sticky cum spills out of his tip onto your hand and his shirtless stomach as he continues thrusting into your palm. his entire body shook with the force of his orgasm, his head thrown back and eyes closed, but he's totally aware of your gaze on him, and it makes all of this even more intense.

but you don't stop. he came, but your hand was still moving. your gaze falls on your painted with his release hand, and you have an urge to taste it.

so you do.

quickly enough you end up gripping his sheets for dear life, and moaning his name while he's deep inside you, turning his wet dream into reality.

© sturnlsstuff