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spicyllewyn · 7 months

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Kinktober 4. - Almost getting caught.

Abel Morales x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Almost getting caught + cheating. (+18)

Word count. 2k

Summary. But he was so stressed, what were you supposed to do?

Kinktober masterlist.

The title you'd give yourself in Abel's life was complicated.

His friend, maybe? You had grown up in the same neighborhood; during college, you crossed paths and greeted each other as if you'd been best friends for life.

His co-worker? Well, it was that same friendship that led him to do you a personal favor by giving you a job a few years later, without even asking how much experience you had in the field.

His lover? Perhaps that would be the most appropriate, as it was your shared history that had led you down this irreversible path.

It wasn't fair to any of the three of you, but you were so in love.

The business hadn't been doing well lately; robberies and the city's corruption were slowly consuming it, and for a while, you didn't know how to console him each time you saw him suppress his urge to go crazy in order to stay on what he called "the right path."

Abel's morals were questionable in bed, but in his work, no one doubted him.

"You know I can lend you money if you need it, right?" His living room was incredibly uncomfortable, but at least his wife bought good wine. You drank from your glass, staining it with lipstick once more.

"I told you I don't need it, amor." He sighed heavily as his hands massaged one of your feet. It tickled.

The truth was, over time, both of you had become more brazen about your affair. You could assure with your eyes closed that Anna knew very well what was going on. You could feel it when you greeted her, and she squeezed her fingers around your hand as if she wanted to break it.

"This is too much for you." You said softly, finishing your wine in one gulp as your other foot rubbed against his thigh.

He didn't say anything. You weren't exaggerating; he felt tired. The kind of exhaustion that wouldn't go away even if he slept for two months straight.

You forced him to release your ankle so you could stand up, and he groaned in response, making you laugh. You placed your empty glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and knelt delicately in front of him on that lovely carpet his wife had surely chosen.

He spread his legs wider and leaned enough to face you, him looking down, you looking up.

His features were beautiful from any angle. You couldn't resist your urge to smile at him as he placed one of his hands on your neck, his thumb slowly caressing your jawline.

"I'll help you with whatever you need," your voice was soft, sultry. You gently held his wrist, guiding his hand across your face until his thumb left your jaw and began tracing your lower lip. "Always."

You couldn't say anything more before his thumb slipped between your lips, and you welcomed it cheerfully. You let him explore your tongue before sucking on it a bit; had you known that's what he needed to feel better, you would have dropped to your knees as soon as you got to his home.

"You are going to be the death of me," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the vulgar and dirty way your mouth played with his thumb. "You know it, don't you, preciosa?"

You nodded slowly with the threat of a smile. It wasn't until he pulled his finger out of your mouth with a small pop and a strand of your saliva connected to your lips that he could see you smile.

Abel could swear that your eyes sparkled in a special way when you were with him, and he always wondered if that was one of the many reasons he couldn't stay away from you.

"I'll take care of it," you said, placing a hand on his chest to give him a very gentle push, just a way to ask him to lean back on the sofa; he did. "It's been tough days, hasn't it, baby?" You pouted slightly as your fingers loosened his tie.

A smile formed on his lips; you knew exactly how to play your cards when it came to him. He nodded.

"Always working so hard." Your hands slid slowly over his abdomen, the fabric of his shirt outlining the muscles beneath. Did you ever tell him that his morning runs were doing their job? You continued your path until you reached the waistband of his pants. "Without ever getting a reward." A tug, and the button of his expensive pants was on the floor.

Abel had his lower lip between his teeth as he watched you, a rebellious curl falling on his forehead that he brushed away with one hand.

"Tú eres mi recompensa."

You wished his words didn't stir your heart the way they did, you wished he gave you a reason to end this once and for all, but it was impossible not to love Abel Morales. In fact, "impossible" fell short.

He helped you by lifting his hips so you could lower his clothes to the middle of his thighs. His erection was released instantly, it wasn't a surprise that it was already hard enough for it to hit his abdomen as if begging for you attention.

“Such a sweet talker, huh?” You spit into your hand so you could take it in it. He groaned almost immediately. Your fingers couldn't go around him completely but he had told you a thousand times that he loved how delicate they were.

At this point, you were already aware of the things that drove him crazy, you confirmed it when you gave him a light squeeze and he grunted again, before setting a slow pace up and down.

"Stop playing around, hermosa." It sounded like an order but the way he licked his lips and the air got caught in his throat seemed anything but intimidating.

He hissed as your thumb traced the head of his member, smearing his precum on it.

“But you love it when I do this.” You pouted a little, putting more pressure on your fingers, holding them still at the top of his length.

He knew well what to do. His hips began to move slowly, pretending to fuck your hand.

You could see how it slid into the poor excuse of a hole that you were simulating with your fingers. It would be a lie to say that you couldn't look at it for hours, the way the tip turned red announcing that it was more sensitive now and the way it suffered little spasms of pleasure every now and then.

“Hermosa, por favor.” His huge brown eyes fixed on you, desperate. "Por favor."

He was so pretty when he pleaded. It made you feel a strange kind of power, like he was completely yours.

Very often you questioned if he also begged Anna that way.

You repeated the path of your thumb with your tongue, tracing small circles around the head, collecting in it the small pearls of pre-cum that a long time ago seemed to not stop coming out.

Abel's body was begging for a way to de-stress and you were doing the job perfectly.

You placed small wet kisses on the area before finally settling on your knees at a more comfortable angle, you closed your lips so you could use the tip of his cock to force them open.

He moaned, loudly.

"Mierda." He babbled with his eyes closed, his back comfortably leaning against the couch as you worked between his legs. “That's it, preciosa, just like that.”

You were halfway there when you took a deep breath through your nose. It was funny to remember how it choked you the first few times, how you had to hide your gagging or immediately wipe the tears from your eyes because it was too much for you.

His fingers tangled in your hair and he pushed you down, making you take him whole. Fortunately, you already had experience. You pretended to swallow, knowing full well that your throat muscles would contract around him.

"No, no, no." He growled. He didn't want to finish quickly and you were pushing him to the limit. He had his eyes closed as he held you down, practically cockwarming him by obeying his requests and not moving.

The tip of your nose was pressing against his lower abdomen, and you only held out a little longer before you gave him a couple of smacks on his thigh to get him to let you go.

The sight of your face always seemed to be almost enough to make him finish. The saliva pooling in your mouth ran down the side of your it, a trickle of it connected to his member before you broke it apart by licking your lips.

"Vas a matarme." He repeated almost sounding desperate as you licked, kissed and sucked one of his balls to your liking,

You also hit your tongue with it. Anything to prolong his pleasure.

You slid your tongue from the base to the tip before taking him back into your mouth in one motion. Your eyes were watering as his hands forced you to stay down for a longer period of time.

The main gate that led to the house opened. The sound of metal alerting you both.

You were about to get up but his fingers wouldn't let you and you understood what he wanted.

You didn't waste time and you started to bob your head up and down swallowing him whole each time. You didn't care about the way the tears ran down your cheeks from the strain of your throat.

He thrust his hips at the perfect rhythm, when you went down he went up and when he went down you went up, he was fucking your mouth without mercy even when the lights of the blonde's car illuminated the living room, waiting for the garage door to finish opening.

“We can’t make a, a-ah, carajo, mess.” He babbled quietly, barely enough for you to hear. “Swallow it all, preciosa.”

The muscles of your throat once again gave him that death grip that drove him crazy, making him cum. His warm spend was swallowed by you instantly since you had no choice, it was being shot straight down your throat.

You stayed still as his erection stopped twitching inside your mouth, constantly taking in air through your nose. You didn't have time for anything, you could swear it was the blink of an eye as he pushed himself out of your mouth and helped you to your feet.

He closed his pants only with the zipper and you adjusted your clothes still licking your lips.

“Hey, what are we celebrating?” Anna said when the door finally opened, her gaze on both of you with that fake smile that you already recognized perfectly.

You slowly turned to face her, wiping the edge of your mouth with your thumb. You smiled back.

Abel couldn't hide his after sex glow even if he ripped his face off with his fingers. That dopey smile, his cheeks flushed with messy hair.

“I thought you would be at your mother's house until tomorrow.”

"Well." The blonde dropped her keys on the nearest piece of furniture, her gaze never leaving you. "Clearly that's what you thought, Abel."

“We were just chatting.” He answered for you as you picked your heels off the floor, trying not to be part of the chatter going on next to you. “They hijacked another of our trucks.”

You had to swallow your smile when the excuse of work became an excellent distraction for your nights together. You bit your bottom lip before nodding your head.

“Well I…” You took a few steps along the carpet, surrounding them both as if you wanted to avoid them, with your shoes in your hand. “I… I'll see you Monday at work.” You tried to smile as your hand awkwardly opened the door. “Good night, Anna.”

You disappeared from both of their gazes in a matter of seconds. Both pairs of eyes on you.

For different reasons, of course.

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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Let's all agree, that the daddiest of Oscar's characters is señor Abel fucking Morales.

God, been screaming (without the s) since the day I watched the movie 😭😭😭

His Michael Corleone vibes in this movie tho

sorry Leto, you're the second daddiest daddy

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god-complex-12 · 11 months

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Ataraxia

— Paring; Abel Morales x male reader. Fandom; The Most Violent Year

Quote; “I’m here. Sleep well, my love.”

Description; Abel comes home late and he and the reader fall asleep together. Disclaimer; Fluff. Dog growls at Abel. They both sleep in their undies. Short.

Word Count: 0.5k

The Most Violent Year Masterlist, Oscar Isaac Masterlist

A/N: Enjoy, Idk..

Abel unlocked his front door, the feeling of putting the key in the lock and opening the door sent a surge of relief through his body. It didn’t fully relax him, but it made his shoulder slouch a little more. He took his shoes off at the door, putting them under the wooden bench. He took off his coat and hung it up.

Abel walked through the quiet dark house. His footsteps were soft and almost silent. He slowly and quietly made his way to his bedroom. He gently pushed the door open and peered into his bedroom. There he saw Y/N sleeping in their shared bed. He was huddled up to their dog.

Abel stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind him so as to not disturb them, leaving him in his underwear. He made his way over to the closet and took off his suit. He hung up the blazer and folded the rest up. He was careful and moved quietly, making sure not to wake Y/N up. The businessman looked over at Y/N, a small appreciative smile formed on his face.

He slowly walked over to the bed and suddenly their dog’s head snapped up. The dog snarled and bared his teeth, growling at Abel. Abel chuckled and took a deep breath. He made no sudden movement, so that he wouldn’t startle him. He glanced at Y/N to make sure he was still asleep before looking back at their dog. The dog was close to Y/N, clearly protective over Y/N in his vulnerable state. He continued to growl and Y/N stirred.

Y/N gently patted the dog’s head. “Shh, it’s too late for this, baby.” He cooed in a groggily voice. The dog stopped growling and laid his head on Y/N’s arm.

“Good morning, sweetie.” Abel saw Y/N wake up and sat on the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on Y/N’s bare shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb. He was careful not to startle him, and he leaned down and kissed Y/N’s cheek. Y/N place a hand over Abel’s. “I’m sorry I woke you up.” He was genuinely sorry because he knew Y/N didn’t like it when he wasn’t around. He gave him another gentle kiss on the cheek.

Y/N brought Abel’s hand to his mouth and placed a tired kiss on his knuckle. He looked at Abel with half-open eyes. “It’s late,” He whispered.

Abel nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I missed you and needed to come back home.” He could tell Y/N was still sleepy.

“Come to bed.” Y/N whispered.

Abel nodded and laid next to Y/N, getting under the covers. He wrapped his arm around Y/N. Y/N put his arm over Abel’s, the dog still on his other arm. “I’ll go to sleep.” Abel said, moving closer and nuzzling his face in the back of Y/N’s neck. “I’m here. Sleep well, my love.” He whispered.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 27

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Abel Morales x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity

You should feel bad about it.

Well—you should feel worse about it. You can’t pretend there isn’t a nagging little apologetic part of you that bubbles at the sight of his wedding ring.

And then Anna will bark some order at him, or give a passive aggressive order with a thin smile, and that nagging, apologetic part goes quiet.

He takes his ring off when he’s with you. You’ve never asked him to. You think that he may just need to, for himself. He tugs it from his finger as he walks into your apartment, dropping it into the same bowl that you keep your keys in. From there, his shoulders sag a touch, as if he’s removed his worries, his fears. You raise your hands, sliding your hands over his biceps and up to his shoulders as he cuddles up close, pressing his face into your neck. You smile, smoothing your hands over his shoulders.

“Would you like a drink?” You murmur. He nods. You begin to pull away, but before you can get far, Abel takes tender hold of your jaw, drawing you in for a sweet kiss. Your stomach flutters with the touch, and you peck his lips in turn before you finally draw away. You watch Abel out of the corner of your eye as you get drinks for the two of you. He shrugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back of the couch before he raises his hand, loosening his tie.

You walk back to him, holding a glass out for him. He murmurs his thanks, lowering himself onto the couch with a soft oof and raising the glass to his lips. You sit close to him, absently fixing his ruffled collar and smoothing his tie. Typically, neither of you speak much. You have so little in common outside of work, and he comes to you to get away from his work and his home life. The only things you have in common are the scotch you give him, and the time you spend in your bed.

Abel tips his head toward you. You can feel his gaze wandering your face. You can’t fathom what he’s thinking—if it's about you, or his day, or what he faces when he goes home that night. You meet his eyes, arching a brow, and smiling as you each seem to draw one another from their thoughts.

“You finished?” He asks, nodding to your untouched drink.

When you started this, the two of you were charged with an almost frantic passion. You shoved at waistbands, popped shirt buttons, fumbled with belts.

Now, Abel guides with you more deeply into your room with a steady hand and stride, his lips hardly leaving yours. You work at his button down with ease and patience, opening one after the other. Abel dips his head, dropping kisses to your neck as you push his shirt away. You raise your hands, cupping his cheeks and drawing him up for a kiss. He groans softly, tongue slipping between your lips. You let him steer you back toward your bed. You sit down, grasping his belt and undoing it. Abel’s fingers slide tenderly over your head, stroking gently. You gaze up at him, licking your lips as Abel shrugs his shirt off, shifting just a touch to hang it over the bedpost. It keeps from getting wrinkled that way.

You’re both old hands at this. Neither of you will have the patience to iron a wrinkled shirt after your dalliance, and he can't go back to her wrinkled. You smooth your hands over his thighs, giving them a squeeze before you push down his pants and underwear. You lean back just enough to let him push them down and away before you take him in hand.

You lean in, peppering his belly with kisses as you work him over. You revel in the feeling of his hardening cock in your hand. You trail your kisses lower, over the thatch of pubes before you turn your head, brushing them along his swelling shaft. You smile as you feel him twitch against your lips. You glance up at Abel again, your giddiness swelling as he swallows thickly. His hand slides down to grasp at the back of your neck, giving it a light nudge.

You can’t help but smile. He doesn’t always like to lead, but at the same time, he wants what he wants. You want to give it to him. Abel draws a deep breath in as you take his cockhead into your mouth. You take your time pleasuring him. He’s had a hellish couple of weeks. The expansion to the secondary location has been wreaking havoc—on his time, his sleep, his sanity. You’ve hardly had a chance to see him in the last two weeks.

Abel presses his hips forward, and you go still, letting Abel fuck your mouth as he likes. You breath through your nose, tongue swiping along the underside of his cock, moaning softly as his thrusts become a touch more desperate. He tips his head back, fingers tightening around you as his cock hits the back of your throat. He holds you steady, only letting go when you tug your head back against his hand. He peers down at you with parted lips, tongue swiping along your lower lip. You think he may just cum like this, but he reaches down, nudging you back against the bed. You kneel up on the mattress, tugging your dress up and off over your head before reaching back to undo your bra. You don’t bother to hang it anywhere as carefully as he has.

Abel’s fire seems to come back to him as he slides his hands around the backs of your thighs, tipping you back onto the sheets. His hands scrabble at your underwear, yanking and pulling them away, flinging them over his shoulders.

Sometimes, you think that he must've been like this with Anna, once. Surely he was—though you do also wonder if it was marriage of convenience. He wanted power, success. She wanted a higher social position.

Your thoughts are cut off when you feel Abel suck a hot kiss to your pussy. You shiver, sliding a hand through his hair and curling your fingers in his hair. You push your hips down against his mouth and fingers as he eases them into you.

“Fuck, Abel,” You breathe, peering down at him. He grunts, tipping his head up to nuzzle against your cunt. Your thighs twitch around his shoulders, tensing as he suckles your clit, curling his fingers toward himself. Tonight, Abel takes his time with you, too. He licks and laps over your cunt, eyes slipping closed as you ease your hips against him. Abel lets you lead him as he led you.

“Abel,” You urge finally, giving his head a tug, “C’mon, please.”

“Please what?”

His lips curl into a teasing smile as he lifts his head to get a good look at you—at your pleading eyes, and panting, bite-plumped lips.

“Fuck me?” Your plying is soft, and met with a smile. He pushes himself up, gently drawing his fingers back from you. You lean over to your bedside table, fishing through it for a condom. You lean back, opening the crinkling packet and sitting up. Abel grasps your jaw, tipping your head up and kissing you fervently as you roll the condom on. The two of you share a groan at the taste and slickness on one another’s lips.

He grasps your thigh, drawing it up as he presses into you. Your fingers tighten around his shoulders, and you have to take care not to dig your nails into his shoulders. You can’t leave him with any dents, any scratches, any hickies.

That doesn’t mean he can’t leave them on you.

Abel lowers his head to your collarbone, nipping and laying a suck over the stinging skin. You whimper, grinding up against him as he leaves your skin. You imagine going into the office tomorrow with a shirt that’s so deeply unbuttoned that it’s hardly acceptable, showing off the marks that he loves to grace your neck and chest with. Abel's fingers grip you tightly as his thrusts pick up speed—so tightly that you know they’ll bruise.

You want to show those off, too.

You don’t ask if he’ll stay. You now he can’t—and even if he could, he likely wouldn’t. You don’t watch as he walks around the room, as he gathers his clothing and redresses. You just lay in bed, already beginning to drift off to sleep. You know that you should get up and clean up, and see him out. You don’t move a muscle.

You open your eyes, blinking up at him sleepily as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You tip your chin up, catching his cheek and holding him steady to give him a kiss. Abel leans into it, humming softly before he draws back a touch, resting his forehead against yours. You nudge your nose against his, lowering your had to straighten his tie before giving his cheek another pat to send him on his way. He goes, though you feel him stopping to look at you from your doorway. You tip your head to the side, catching his eye, your brow furrowing. Has he forgotten something?

And then Abel gives the door frame a light knock, gives you a smile, and goes on his way.

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chaithetics · 9 days

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'A Most Violent Year' has just dropped on Netflix in my country, so in honour of that, LET ME COOK... Abel Morales fanfic with a plus size reader! Abel Morales being an absolute SIMP in that little turtle neck!

Do the people want this? I am thirsting over Oscar Isaac more and more each day, I fear.

#oscar isaac i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you #you continue to bewitch me body and soul #oscar isaac fandom #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fanfiction #abel morales #abel morales x reader #abel morales x plus size reader #oscar isaac x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size fanfiction #plus size fanfic #a most violent year

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the-witheredroses · 5 months

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Oscar Isaac Characters Finding You Dead

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Anselm Vogelweide, Llewyn Davis, Abel Morales x gn!reader

Sorry if anyone is ooc!

CW: death, murder, suicide, blood/gore, break-in, various wounds, torture, etc. + pet names, untranslated Spanish, so on.

Notice! Not all of these scenarios are romantically founded, the reader is just someone who knew the character/was close with them.

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best.

Not proof read or heavily edited

Miguel O’Hara - Villain Attack

There was never a doubt in Miguel’s mind, he knew that one day he’d have to save you. But not like this…

A Green Goblin anomaly had appeared and started bombing Nueva York.

You’d think with all the Spider People so close by, there’d be no casualties. But being so focused on protecting other universes, he almost neglected his own.

The moment Miguel was aware of the anomaly, he and many other Spiders rushed in to help protect the city.

The damage was already extreme, with two buildings nearly demolished.

Spiders spread across the scene, saving and moving the bystanders as Miguel focused on the alternate Goblin.

After capturing the terrorizer, Miguel started barking orders to everyone, wanting everything cleared up asap.

He was heading back to base as the spiders cleared the rubble.

“Oh god- MIGUEL!” One of the Spiders cried out as they tried to lift a large blanket of concrete up. The urgency in their voice quickly set Miguel off.

Miguel rushed over, his heart dropping seeing your dust covered body.

How long had you been under there? Why didn’t anyone sense you sooner? Miguel’s mind raced with panic.

With his sheer strength, he threw the debris away from your body and checked your vitals, his eyes focused on your face the entire time.

Open your eyes… please… mi amor…

When didn’t feel a heartbeat, he went to start cpr, but realized your ribs were broken. The broken bones had stabbed your vital organs, he couldn’t save you, it would’ve only caused more damage.

Miguel didn’t even realize he was crying until he saw his tears hit your face, muddling the dust covering your skin.

It wasn’t often he cried, hell, it took a good few minutes for him to start crying over Gabriella’s death. But after another loss, he couldn’t hold in the pain he was already barely containing.

His arms cradled your broken body with the most care possible. It didn’t matter that you were gone, you were his, the person he swore to protect.

I failed again…

Sobs ruptured through the bombing site. The boss who everyone saw as intimidating and cold, was now hunched over, sobbing over your limp body.

I failed.

I failed…

Moon Knight System - Steven / Marc / Jake - Break-in and Murder

Steven, once again, had a late night of work at the gift shop. He was exhausted when he came home, but was more than happy to be back home after stocking shelves for hours.

He was almost tempted to let Marc or Jake front instead, but Steven wanted to see you before Jake took off to do Konshu’s bidding later in the night.

“Love, I'm back!” He says, keeping up his cheerfulness. It had been a long day, he just wants to see you.

Looking around the house, Steven felt confused. You normally rushed to meet him, to welcome him back.

Where were you?

Walking into the bedroom, Steven saw your form under the blankets.

“Love? Are you not feeling well?” He asked quietly, worried he might wake you.

You looked at peace, your hair tousled as it lays on the pillow. Your skin was a bit pale, but Steven smiled softly, assuming you were just tired, he knew he sure was.

His hand fell on your covered stomach as he sat beside you. But a warmth quickly spread over where he had applied pressure to the blanket.

Looking over, Steven nearly had a heart attack. His hand was tacky from blood that now soaked the thick comforter that’s covering you.

With fear rushing through his veins, he ripped off the covers to reveal the stab wounds littered across your torso.

A scream ripped through his chest as he quickly tried to see if you were still alive. His heart dropped when he felt your cold skin and lack of a heart beat.

Despite Jake and Marc trying to desperately front, Steven wouldn’t let them or listen to their pleads.

Instead, he grabbed your body and sobbed. His hand clasped yours, wishing yours would squeeze his, that you’d wake up and kiss his worries away.

No, no, no— what happened— love… oh god…

It took a good while for Steven to let one of the others front, but Marc took over when he got the chance.

Both had been confined to the mirrors in the bedroom, wishing they could hold you like Steven had. Instead, for over an hour, they were stuck in the mirrors, cursed to grieve from a distance.

Steven faded back into the subconscious, too drained to watch Marc from the mirror.

Jake, on the other hand, took a step back into the subconscious because he had his own plans.

Marc didn’t sob as much as Steven did, but his pain was just as bad.

He had lost so much in life, he was almost confused on how to express his grief for you.

His fingers run along your face, tracing every detail he loves so much. Marc wished you would open your eyes, but your body was long since cold.

Marc wished he complimented you more. Sure, he praised you often, but did you know how much he loved you?

His heart ached with guilt. Marc wanted to make you blush once more from his compliments and soft kisses.

He didn’t know who did this. But he would. They’d find out who did this.

They all would get justice for you.

By Konshu’s word, he swore they would.

It was Marc who called the police and watched as you were dragged away to the hospital morgue.

It was Marc who watched the security footage that showed your killer breaking into the apartment and leaving an hour later.

It was Marc who found out the explicit details that came with your murder.

Marc was the one who told Steven and Jake the details.

This shouldn’t have ever happened… but now we know. What do we do next?

Jake was the protector, or so he’s supposed to be.

Standing over your body in the freezing morgue, Jake stared at your expressionless face.

He could remember the last time you two had a date night. The night was warm as he drove the two of you around town. He could remember the beautifully warm smile that broke across your face as the date came to a close.

Jake would do anything to see that smile again.

The others had already fronted to say their final goodbyes, Jake wanted to be the last one. He wanted to talk to you one last time.

“We found out who did this, amor.” He whispered, trying to contain his wavering voice.

“They won’t get away with this…” His lips brushed your forehead.

”I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” His tears finally fell down as he reluctantly pulled away.

As he left the hospital, Jake dawned the suit and slipped into the night, ready to enact revenge for you.

Your murderer will regret ever laying a finger on you…

Basil Stitt - Suicide

Basil hadn’t seen you in a while. Yes, part of it was because he had locked himself in his apartment, but he also just hadn’t seen you pass by his door.

He always had his eye to the peephole when you should be leaving or getting home from work.

Is that weird? Of course, but it made him feel less alone. He wanted to talk to you, but his scars contained him to his room.

Where were you? He wondered after spending an entire day looking out into the hallway.

Basil’s heart dropped when he saw movers taking garbage bags out of your apartment.

What are they doing to your things?

Despite his fear, Basil dawned his paper bag and poked his head out.

“What are you guys doing?” Basil questioned nervously.

“There was a suicide. The family wanted us to collect the person’s belongings.” The confused and hesitant workers answered.

Basil slammed his door and collapsed to the ground instantly. The paper bag tumbling to the floor as he clutched and pulled his hair.

His body trembled with grief and hatred as tears pooled on the floor.

He never was good at reacting to bad information, but this was worse.

Why did you leave him too? What did he do wrong?

First it was his face, then his job, then his family and girlfriend, but now you too?

His tears turned to screams and Basil went on a destructive rampage in his apartment, the agony overwhelming him.

He blamed himself for your death, despite barely knowing anything about it.

Maybe if he hadn’t gone into hiding, you would’ve lived. Maybe you two could’ve been lonely together.

But he was also angry.

How could you leave him after everything that happened to him? When he needed you the most?

You didn’t know though. How could you? Your neighbor, the only person you saw everyday, had disappeared for weeks without a word.

Basil knew that, but nothing could stop the emotions flooding and pouring out of him.

Why did you leave me? Why? Why?! Why?!?

Blue Jones - Murdered by a Client

Working for Blue always had its risks, and everyone knew that, including him.

But Blue didn’t expect this.

You had been bought out for the night by a rich newcomer. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

Blue gave them permission to use you as you saw fit. As long as the merchandise didn’t get damaged, anything went.

Blue stood over your strangled body, his face neutral and flat.

Your glossed over eyes stared back at him, lips hung open loosely.

He didn’t expect his toy to be destroyed, let alone strangled to death.

Your costume was still on, but your makeup was out of place. Blue’s doll was a beautiful, broken mess.

Blue exhaled a puff of smoke as he turned to the killer, the man a sobbing mess.

“I didn’t mean to- they wouldn’t listen to me- please let me go, I’ll compensate you-“ He tried to ramble out, shutting up when the barrel of Blue’s gun pressed against his forehead.

The shot rang through the entire building. The girls and clients quickly rushed out of the other rooms to see what happened.

Screams and tears broke out from the girls as Blue pushed past everyone going to his office.

But it was once he was alone that Blue had the chance to process what happened.

Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw your dead ones. It hurt seeing something he owned in such a state.

Only one tear falls down his cheek as he reviews the footage of what happened. He always kept cameras in the rooms, it was a security measure, but he didn’t think he’d actually ever watch the footage for something like this.

Blue already knew the man was lying about why he killed you, but it hurt to watch you get choked and beg to be let go of.

The man was just angry, he only wanted to kill. You had done nothing wrong. Which made Blue mad.

He leaned back in his seat as the hot, silent tears fell down his cheeks, hidden by the cigar smoke flooding the front of his face.

Blue decided that, from the forward, he was going to be far more strict with who could touch his toys…

My poor bunny…

Poe Dameron - Spaceship Crash

You and Poe had agreed to stay safe, to meet one another after the fight concluded.

Together, you were going to celebrate the victory.

Poe knew you were an intelligent flier, that you were going to do great things for the universe.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that everything went well, until he joined the celebrations…

Everyone was celebrating over the successful stop to the First Order. But as Poe searched the crowds, he realized you were missing.

Fearing the worst, he darted to the medical tents, desperately looking for you. His fears were met when he saw your barely breathing body.

Poe fell to his knees besides the cot you rested on, analyzing the damage you had taken.

He called out your name, to no response.

“Their ship was shot and crashed. There were some malfunctions and the safety’s didn’t trigger. They don’t have much longer, there’s nothing we can do on such short notice.” A nurse sadly explained.

“So you're just leaving them to die out!?” Poe exclaimed in horror, his tears falling fast and hard.

Despite wanting to reprimand the nurse, he knew it would do nothing. Instead, he held your hand to his lips as he watched you until your final breath.

In your final moments, Poe had been whispering soft and loving words to you, hoping you could hear him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, that any of this happened. You deserve the world, the galaxy. You helped save us. You’re a hero… you’re my galaxy…”

Poe couldn’t stop crying, and he could barely hear himself over the cheering outside.

He should’ve been celebrating with you, this shouldn’t have happened.

No one knew where Poe had gone, and hours later, Finn had to pull Poe away from your body.

Despite all reluctance, Poe eventually left your side for the night, but he didn’t stop mourning you.

That night, he spent his time in your room holding your belongings close, not wanting to lose the last bits of you he does have.

My galaxy, I’m so so sorry…

Nathan Bateman - Killed by a Prototype

You had been one of the few people Nathan trusted enough to come around the house.

Not that he ever let you go downstairs, no.

He didn’t need you to.

When first developing Ava and her predecessors, he had chosen to try and study a real person. Not through the cameras like he did later on, no.

He thought it’d be better to model the AI after someone he liked.

But he was wrong. One of the few times he had let his emotions make his decision, and it was the worst one.

While trying to work out the kinks of the AI, it had escaped. It had knocked him unconscious for long enough that it made its way upstairs.

The girl stared at you in horror as you stood in the kitchen, knife in hand from making dinner.

You looked just as shocked to see a nude woman coming up from the basement, wires hanging from her broken arm.

She even looked oddly similar to you.

Before you could even react, she tackled you, the knife going flying.

Nathan, having heard the crash, awoke and ran upstairs.

He came up from behind and broke the AI’s skull, the body falling on top of you.

“For fucks sake. That was awf…” he trailed off once he shoved the AI’s body to the side and saw you.

Nathan didn’t know how to react seeing your bleeding body, knife sticking out from where your heart is.

There was no hospital nearby, and with how glassy your eyes looked, he knew you were doomed.

Silently, Nathan sat back on his knees and feet, just staring down at your lifeless body.

He wasn’t an emotional person, but he didn’t like how he felt at that moment.

His eyes searched yours before shifting to the dead AI woman, his creation, your killer.

Nathan’s fists reacted quicker than his brain had, and before he knew it, his hands were bloody from breaking the AI down to nothing but shards.

His feet moved to the bar, and before he knew it, he had drunk a full bottle of vodka.

His knuckles, caked in dried blood, chucked the bottle at the wall. The shatters go flying, some even hitting you…

Nathan stood over your body, once again, staring down at you. His expression unclear.

After your death, Nathan was far more careful. Adding keycards to open doors, not just simple locks.

He even kept the prototypes locked up no matter what.

And who knows, maybe your death is what got him to start drinking so much…

How idiotic…

Duke Leto Atreides - Poisoning

Leto knew the dangers of loving you, yet he still did it.

He always made his love clear, practically worshiping you in private.

Leto would risk his life and title as Duke just to care for you for forever.

He wanted to propose eventually.

But your life was taken long before he had the chance.

The Duke looked down at your slumped body, your poisoned drink spilt from where your head had fallen.

In that moment, Leto regretted never marrying you.

He loved you, but in theory, it was better to stay unmarried, open to alliances with the other Great Houses.

But this wasn’t worth it.

Your life wasn’t worth it.

Leto had to keep his composure in front of his men, but in the comfort of his room, he cried. He weeped.

His sobs shook his body as remorse and grief overwhelmed his senses.

Seeing your body in such a way, it shook him to the core.

Sure, he had experienced death before, but this was different.

He loved you, and he saw where you died, he saw you dead.

Choked sobs escaped his lips as he recounted all the moments you two shared.

He wished he could’ve kept you safe, stopped you from drinking the poison.

You were in the House of Atreides, you should have been safe.

That’s what ate at him. That you died where he swore you were protected.

You died under his care.

Why you were killed, he wasn’t sure. But he swore to find out, to avenge you.

If nothing else, he’d make sure to get you justice.

He loved you, and he messed up never marrying you.

I wish I had made you mine, my dear…

Prince John - Assassination

John, the prideful idiot, should’ve never put a bounty on Robin Hood’s head.

It only made his reputation worse.

John should’ve lowered the taxes, but he didn’t.

And now all the citizens hate him, rightfully so.

But John always had you to go back to, you to love and receive love back.

You tried to reason with John, to show him he was being unreasonable and bleeding his kingdom dry.

Yet he never listened, and he now knows the danger of not listening to the advice he gets.

You had just been going about your business, crossing through the towns when you were attacked.

What was supposed to be a simple robbery, turned to an assassination. One of Robin’s troupe mates had gone rogue; they wanted to send Prince John a message.

The message was received.

John had gotten word of what happened.

He found out about how you begged for your life.

How you cried before your body was abandoned on a wooded path.

It made him angry. It made John furious.

You didn’t deserve this. You advocated for the citizens, yet you were the one killed.

John had destroyed everything in sight upon hearing of your murder.

His guards and mother had barely been able to calm him down. But once he had come down from the rage, John broke out into sobs.

He was barely consolable, all he wanted was to fall into your arms and be comforted by you.

Just one more time, John wanted to feel you caress his scalp as you reassured your love for him.

He couldn’t believe he lost you, the only person who loved him.

In spite and pure hatred, John raised the bounty on Robin Hood and his gaggle of followers.

John wanted them alive so he could execute them on your behalf, but he’d take their dead bodies as well.

As long as they were dead, he would be content.

Robin Hood… you’ll regret this… hurting my beloved…

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Car Accident

Santi had been through so much in life, and it made him extremely overprotective of those he loved.

He always was worried and tried to protect you.

He didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, especially in the dangerous world we live in.

So why did the world still take you from him?

Santi didn’t know how to react when he got the call from the hospital.

He initially had ignored the call, thinking it was a reminder to set up an appointment or something. But when they called again a few minutes after, the blood in his face drained.

“… died… car crash…” those were the only words his brain registered the operator saying.

His heart broke into a million pieces and he felt like he was hyperventilating.

You died..? How could you die in a crash? After everything tried to do to protect you?

The call had ended and Santi sat hunched over, crying into the palms of his hands. His breathing was erratic and uncontrollable.

If he had picked up the first time, maybe he could have made it to the hospital. Maybe he could’ve said goodbye. At least, that’s what he thought.

“I’m so sorry- oh god, no…” He murmured over and over, desperately wishing it wasn’t true.

He almost wished he was at the crash, that way he could’ve seen you one last time. But now, he’s stuck waiting for the morgue to call, waiting to confirm that it’s your body on the table.

Santi’s sobs only stopped when he passed out from exhaustion.

Why did this happen to you? Why you…

Anselm Vogelweide - Shot on Accident

Anselm was known for his erratic and random behavior. That included when he’d change his mind on a whim.

Despite his absurd actions, you cared for him, as he did you.

Anselm always kept you nearby, and everyone knew that. Even people just passing through his office knew that.

He treated you differently, he treated you better than most of his other employees.

Where he’d change his mind as he saw fit with his clients, he was very firm with his decisions regarding you.

And it didn’t go unnoticed.

So when Anselm decided to raise the price out of the blue on a client, the client was pissed.

It wasn’t unexpected that a gun was going to be pulled, but the gunshot that rang out- that was a surprise.

His men had already detained the perpetrator before Anselm realized that you’d been shot.

Your hands clutched at your bleeding heart, and your eyes quickly fell shut, your body following suit.

Disregarding his squeaking leg brace, Anselm dove to collect your body in his arms.

His eyes were wide with horror and disbelief at the sight of you dying in his arms.

The world was practically silent for him as he watched you breath your last breath.

Anselm sat there for a moment, pulling your body close to his chest in an attempt to preserve your warmth. He felt an ache in his chest when you gave no response, your body limp and spilling blood.

Anselm didn’t give himself the time to mourn or cry, instead he went cold, his heart stilling for a moment as his attention turned to the shooter.

Looking through the fogged glass lens, Anselm ordered to have your killer chained up in the basement as he carried your body to another room.

For months after your death, Anselm tortured the person who killed you.

The basement became a crime scene of horrific activities. Teeth and nail pulling, breaking bones, slicing skin, it was all incomparable to what Anselm felt the murderer deserved.

They killed his dear dove. This was the least he could do.

His disappointment was immeasurable when he found the murderer dead one morning, Anselm felt far from done torturing them.

The body was disposed of swiftly, and afterwards, Anselm visited the extravagant grave he made special for you.

It was only then, after everything, that he let himself cry over your passing.

My dove…

Llewyn Davis - Suicide

Llewyn was your friend, and the two of you always helped one another out.

He needed a couch to sleep on, you were open. You needed a drinking buddy, he was there.

You both couldn’t offer much monetarily, both just trudging through life and old habits.

But you always left the window unlocked, just for him.

Llewyn hadn’t heard from you in a while, and it had just so happened, he needed a place to stay and was in the area.

Throwing open the fire escape window, he hopped through, entering your apartment.

He called your name as he wandered around, confused where you could be so late in the day.

Yet, when he arrived at the bathroom door he paused, knocking before entering.

He instantly wished he never opened the door.

In the tub, surrounded by bloodied water, he saw you. Your face was towards the window, like you were watching the sky before you died.

The sight made him nearly hurl, but the tears made it out first.

What have you done…

Just when Llewyn thought his life couldn’t get worse, you decided to leave him just like Mike did…

Of course, he knew it wasn’t actually a choice to go against him, but it still felt like he was part of why you took your life.

And that broke his heart.

If he had just visited you or bummed at your place more often, would you still have gone through with it?

He called the police after a bit of a breakdown, and a few days later, he was alerted that your only goodbye was a note scrawled with “I’m sorry.”

Maybe the note was for him, but boy, he wished there was more.

A simple “fuck you Llewyn” would’ve been better than this…

You had always asked him to play a song, but he alway said no. He always said he was too tired, that music was his work, not something he wanted to do all the time.

You never pushed him to play for you, not like other people did. So, he never played for you.

But now, in front of your grave, Llewyn played his heart out to you. His tears bouncing off his guitar, onto the frozen ground where you’d been buried.

‘If I had wings, like Norah’s dove,

I’d fly up the river to the one I love…’

Abel Morales - Accidentally Killed During Work

Abel knew the dangers of letting his employees continue their oil deliveries and solo inspections.

So many of his employees had already been attacked, yet he still took the risk.

He just didn’t expect the attacks to get worse.

Sure, some had been threatened with a gun, hell, one was kidnapped and beaten.

But this was the first time someone actually died…

Upon hearing about your death, Abel stopped in his tracks and demanded to know what happened.

He felt like his life was falling apart the moment his wife explained what happened.

After so many troubles and hoops he’s had to go through for his company, he didn’t think he’d be losing one of his best employees as well.

You were doing a simple house call and sales pitch.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

If he had known your colleague wasn’t feeling well, he wouldn’t have sent you out to the call at all.

He never would’ve guessed you’d decide to go alone…

Abel felt guilty over your death. You died because the competition was trying to send a message, or at least that’s what he assumed.

Abel held his head high as he found out about the circumstances of your death.

Apparently, the murderers were only meant to rough you up a bit and dump you just outside city limits, in a particularly snowy area.

But as you tried to run away, one of the goons tried to shoot a warning shot to get you to stop.

The bullet hit you in the Achilles tendon.

You collapsed into the dense snow instantly, crying out in pain.

In fear of getting arrested, the shooters fled, leaving you to bleed in the snow.

You died of hypothermia. You could’ve been saved.

That’s what hurt Abel the worst.

If your killers had just tried, they could’ve brought you to the hospital. But instead, they’re now awaiting a trial and eventual imprisonment.

But because they confessed, and it was an accidental death, they would be able to have parole, they could walk free one day.

To Abel, they deserved to rot in prison forever. But he didn’t have the right to oppose the judge, not when your family had already accepted the punishment.

Abel paid for the funeral, and there he saw you for the last time.

I’m sorry this happened… I’ll take care of your family from now on. I promise…

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Brb sobbing in the club rn…

For real though, thank you for reading!

Feel free to send over any requests/suggestions

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Unconventional Location (Able Morales x F!reader)

Warning: smut under the cut. PinV, public sex, Office sex, exhibitionism,

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“…efficiency and reduce costs. By leveraging technology, we aim to enhance our competitiveness in the market.” The voice crackled over the machine. Abel was much more focused on the woman under him than the ongoing conference call that he was supposed to be paying attention to but as he bullied his cock into her, watching as she becomes unraveled. Beautifully bent back over his desk, her skirt pushed up around her hips, pantyhose torn open and lacy underwear pushed to the side, how could he focus on yet another repetitive conference call about possible technological advancements in the field, when she looked like this, lips parted, eyes rolled back, shirt unbuttoned, his hands on her hips as he drags his cock out of her wet folds, before pulling her back down onto him, letting out a soft grunt as he felt her tighten around him, the head of him buried into her cervix. His mind has already tuned out the voices over the phone as he moves his hands over her body, enjoying every inch of her he could take in. His hand makes its way to her mouth where he slides two of his digits into her mouth, letting her tongue circle around them and her pink painted lips close around them, her soft moan vibrating in her throat as she felt the knot of pleasure in her lower stomach got tighter and tighter with his trusts, her soft whimpers just loud enough to bring the excitement of the possibility of being caught. Abel’s dark eyes meet hers and he smiles. He leans in close as he pulls his fingers from her mouth and slides his arms around her pulling her ear to his lips.

“That’s my good girl…gonna cum inside you baby, you make me feel so good. Can’t wait to make you mine for good.” He growls lowly, his breath on her neck as he speeds up, fucking her harder, racing to find his release in her soft flesh. His teeth graze over her ear as she finds herself lost in the throes of her climax, the feeling of his arms around her, the sound of his voice whispering sweetly in her ear, its all too much, she can’t hold back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Abel isn’t far behind her, his spend coating her insides as he stutters to a stop inside her, his cock twitching inside of her as they both come to the height of their pleasure. Able’s face buried in her neck as he takes in the moment, entirely satisfied with the moment, the conference call long forgotten.

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Weekend Update 03/10/2024

Made it another week Nerdie.

That I did. I believe today is Sunday. Too much time in this chair. I think I slept in it before. Too many times.

Nerdie, don't you have a bed?

I do, I don't always make it there. I've usually zoned out and nodded off, the wake up when my neck hurts. 👀 I'm not always writing either, just thinking sometimes.

Couldn't you think in bed Nerdie?

I could, but I don't. That sounds like a good idea. My ideas aren't always great. But I did have a few this week.

My March Spring Prompts continue. I was able to do ten of them without repeating a character! 🤗 This upcoming week we'll see some Pedro peeps come back. Key words: gas station sushi, angst, oil and bath. Remember this is Nerdie 😎, it could be any and everything, but my prompts are mature and not explicit. I do write about some heavy subjects, fluff, a few giggles, and have some innuendos, but my main masterlist is 78% smut so just go there.

The WIP I’d been mentioning for the last few weeks or months (could be either) is finished and posted : Diddle your Dieter to Disco. My first Dieter smut actually which is hilarious at least to me. 🤣 The rest of his Masterlist is fairly fluffy. I would check the warnings on it, I put a lot in it. 👀

Part Two of my series The Lake Between Us is up. Make sure to read the warnings. Ezra introduction has a lot going on. It's an AU so he has both arms but that doesn't mean I didn't torture him other ways. 👀 I do love that ya'll love the taglist name "Taste-testers of Ezra's gumbo." 😆

I finally wrote the follow up to He told me his name called She made me feel. I think I enjoy mentally torturing Pedro characters at this point. Poor Din is so anxious and touch-starved. As always with Din = HANDS. A Nerdie staple. This is The Way.

Now for everyone's favorite (and mine): Fic recommendations!!! (Yes I did type and do a little yell, fanfics are serious. Pfft.) 😄

Confetti by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike x f reader) The Quiet Moments Collection

Adrift with you by @morallyinept (Frankie Morales x Jude OFC) The Prologue “I’m behind”’😭

A Real Man by @pedroshotwifey (Frankie Morales x female plus size reader) my request - stay self indulgent everyone! 🥰

Tick by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Frankie Morales x wife reader) The Mistress of Angst!

A Bronx Tale: Part Deux - A Chicago Tale by @justabovewater20 (SydCarmy)

Love’s a weed: just ripe by @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales x ofc - Ruby) Fruits are essential.

Second Chances part 2 by @pedroscurls (Marcus Pike x fem reader) Such a cute series 💕

Cigarettes After Sex by @immarocketman (Awesome artist I follow. 💜)

Promise by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Ezra - dragon x fem reader) The only Pedro character that can pull off being a dragon. 🐉

Please Mister Please by @grogusmum (Joel Miller x fem reader) The fluff 🥹💕

Unconventional Location by @winniethewife (Abel Morales x fem reader)

Personal Shopper by @huntingingoodwill (Dieter Bravo x reader)

Enjoy the Silence by @strang3lov3 (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Spicy Ask #68 by @kewwrites (Din Djarin x reader) Say it with me: HANDS 🙌🏼!!!!

Reminder by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Tim Rockford x fem reader) Sometimes good things happen in Tim’s office.

Forever Starts With You Masterlist (Frankie Morales x chubby fem reader) @criticallyacclaimedstranger I loved all three parts I read 🥰🥰 (A Good Start, A Strong Finish and A New Beginning). It looks like there more to their story so much more reading for me. ❤️

some good friend by @covetyou (Tim Rockford x fem reader) TIM DESERVED THIS ❤️ That is all.

Sanctuary by @thefrogdalorian (Din Djarin x GN reader) Din fluff forever. 🤗

We got your back chapter 1 by @softpascalito (Javier Peña x fem reader)

The Sweetest Melody by @noisynaia (Din Djarin x afab reader)

Rise by @sp00kymulderr (Joel Miller x afab reader) ALL THE FEELS 😭

Falling for you by @fhatbhabie (Joel Miller x plus size reader) Part One - The drama!

Just look at You by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Poe Dameron x fem reader) The Poe Dameron smut we deserve. 🍆

Chapter 3 - Here’s a health to the company… and one to my Boss… by @inept-the-magnificent (Tim Rockford x ofc Jane Nebbie) I just think about this series and I start giggling. Sunshine Nebbie and grump Tim - he is a super grump. But he is also me. 🤣

To the Flame chapter 6.5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) So sweet out of context.

To the Flame chapter 9 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) The slow decent begins...we're just at the start of the ride. 😈

Between the Sheets by @saturn-rings-writes (William Tell x fem reader) Reminded me of an Isley Brothers song. I feel like we're headed toward that song. Please with this direction.

Hiccup by @morallyinept (Javier Gutierrez x fem reader) A whimpering Javi G. What an evening. 😘

A New Home by @charethcutestory02 (Frankie Morales x Benny Miller) Budding feelings. 🤗

Special shout out to Ms. Payday - Le Poet and lover of da words: @maggiemayhemnj They seek her out, have brunches and nightcaps. It's what all writers long for. She checked in on me along with @megamindsecretlair @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @lady-bess

I've been not as active - mainly due to work, school, and the insomnia. But still writing. 😄 priorities. lol

New appreciation for Javier Pena. well not new, re-newed. Maybe am working on a few things. None are good, none are final. Still need polishing. Also need to give Javi G's outline another look. I might...👀 have a chapter for him this week. I hope. @goodwithcheese was pleased with this. @undercoverpena was Luke-warm. I think she thought I was taking something, but if Javi P has shown us anything, sharing is caring. 😘

Stay well, sleep in your bed (unless you're planning not to) and be hydrated,

Love Nerdie 💕

#weekend update #Nerdie's weekend update #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #joel miller #frankie morales #dieter bravo #the mandalorian #nerdie fic rec #fic recommendation #marchficmadness24

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I’m now including Nero and Tara in my SoA preferences. Let me know if you want anyone else added xx p.s. it’s also really hard to sort them into Hogwarts Houses when they’re literally outlaws and would do anything for the club

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, blood and swears

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐉𝐚𝐱

🌿ENTP 🍁Gryffindor (in Season 7 you could say he’s a Slytherin) 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Leo Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising

・Jax would be best suited to someone who can handle the outlaw life. Someone who doesn’t care about breaking the law.

・What went wrong with Tara was that she couldn’t fully accept it (no judgement, as it’s very violent and different from the norm). She wanted Jax, and her sons, but they were too integrated in the club

・Jax’s perfect match is someone who is just as badass as he is; fierce, brave but also open-minded. That’s why air and fire signs are his best matches.

・His feelings are a big part of Jax - he journals, and eventually writes down advice for Abel and Thomas. He would need someone who respects that side of him, who doesn’t see it as unmanly (it’s not unmanly anyway).

・Jax would love to stop and have deep, meaningful conversations with his s/o.

・ He’d also need a person who can look after his sons. Even though he’s one of the more progressive Sons, ultimately he wants a partner that can look after his sons.

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Aries, Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius

・In MBTI terms: most compatible with IJ types- meaning INTJ, INFJ, ISTJ, and ISFJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Enemies to Lovers

Sun (Jax) x Moon (You)

Insane Sexual Tension

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞

🌿ISFP 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Libra Rising

・Opie’s perfect match is someone who is loyal, humble and trustworthy.

・Probably another Hufflepuff would be the best suited for him. And someone with a chaotic good alignment.

・Although he’s dedicated to the club, he still has a moral compass and doesn’t want to go too far

・Opie is also set on making his family bigger, so a person who is family focused would be important

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, and Capricorn. Practical, reasonable, intuitive and hard-working.

・In MBTI terms: most compatible with EJ types- meaning ENTJ, ENFJ, ESTJ, and ESFJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Height Difference

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside x The Top

Innocent x Protective (Feels A Moral Sense Of Obligation)

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

🌿ESFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Capricorn Sun, Gemini Moon, Leo Rising

・Chibs would be best suited to someone who is emotionally mature and independent. A person who can survive being days apart.

・Would work with someone who can be pragmatic but also imaginative. Probably another Ravenclaw or even a Slytherin. Chibs needs a person who is okay with doing what needs to be done for the cause/the club

・He’d love someone who is interested in Scottish/Celtic culture

・Although Chibs would love feeling wanted, he’d be so impressed by a s/o who can defend themselves. Someone badass, and intense

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: the other earth signs - Taurus, Virgo as well as the water signs - Cancer, Pisces, and/or Scorpio

・In MBTI terms: compatible with fellow SJ types - ISFJ, ESFJ, ENTP, INTP

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious

Tragic Past x Ray of Light

The sarcastic duo that can finish each other's insults

𝐓𝐢𝐠

🌿ESTP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising

・Definitely best matched with someone who has a sense of humour and an open mind

・The person definitely needs to be chaotic neutral. I think he’d love it if his partner was even chaotic evil - he’d find that really sexy

・Tig loves being told what to do, and wouldn’t care if his s/o was domineering

・And would love being able to make his s/o laugh. That would be an important part of the relationship - the banter

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Aries, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Leo, and Cancer. Fierce, adventurous, exciting and sensitive.

・In MBTI terms, someone with: ISFJ, or ISTJ.

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Teases Them (Tig) x About To End Them (You)

Isn't Scared of Anything (Tig) x Worries About Everything (You)

The idiot number 1 and idiot number 2 who are smarter individually but share 1 (one) brain cell when put together (can argue that Tig already has 1 braincell, but I think he’s smart at times...)

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

🌿ISTJ 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

・Happy’s perfect match would be someone who is family oriented. And not just in terms of the club.

・He needs someone who will get along with his family, who will come to family dinners and prioritise family life over anything else

・I know it’s a bit of a paradox having Hufflepuff and chaotic neutral - however Happy is all about brotherhood, loyalty, laying down his life for his family. And he would do anything to keep his family/the club safe. He’s a soldier who will carry out his orders without question

・Would do well with someone who knows what they want and won’t be told what to do.

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces and Virgo. Loving, stubborn, stands up for what they believe in.

・In MBTI terms, someone with: ENFP, ISTJ, or ESTJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

They probably hate me (You) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (Happy)

Opposites Attract

Plant Dies (You) x Buys Them A New One (Happy)

𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞

🌿INTP 🍁Gryffindor although that could be debated 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Aquarius Rising

・The best type of person for Juice is someone who is nurturing. Who makes him feel seen, heard and loved.

・He’s probably the most sensitive out of the Sons, meaning he needs someone who is attentive.

・You know those hidden things that people love? Having soft teddies, blankies, maybe collecting weird things - Juice would totally be okay with that. He’d even get into it too - but you’d have to be okay with how organised he is. His organisation could be seen as OCD

・To create a great relationship with Juice you would need to be open, communicative and sensitive. If you’re judgemental then it wouldn’t work. But I think Juice would totally be okay with a bossy s/o

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn and/or Leo. Creative, sensual and enthusiastic.

・In MBTI terms: ENTJ, or ESTJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Always bringing them rocks they think they’d like (You) x Keeps the rocks (Juice)

The Gomez (Juice) and Morticia Addams (You)

Emotional Support Animal In Human Form

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐨

🌿INFJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aries Sun, Gemini Moon, Taurus Rising

・Nero’s best match would be someone who is intuitive, passionate, loving and intense.

・He’s quite an independent person, someone who handles his sh*t, rather than being overwhelmed by it

・Nero has a good heart, and doesn’t like brutality. He wants to give his son the best life he can. Like a parallel to Jax, except Nero is set on leaving the life of gangsters and clubs

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Libra (sometimes, opposites attract), Sagittarius, and Leo (fellow fire signs will speak their same passionate language)

・In MBTI terms, someone with: EP types- meaning ENTP, ENFP, ESTP, and ESFP

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:

Two damaged, vulnerable people swearing to protect each other no matter what

Confident & Flirty (Nero) x Screaming Internally (You)

Great At Driving, Could Be Considered A Professional (Nero) x Drives Like They Have Nine Lives (You)

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚

🌿ISFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Cancer Rising

・Someone who is stable and makes her feel safe

・Tara needs to be respected and included

・She would have advanced so far in her career if she didn’t have to look after Abel, and then Thomas (again, no judgement). So having a s/o who supports her rather than having to do the majority of the supporting, would be a fresh and amazing feeling for Tara

・She would do well with a person who is committed to their work, who is grounded and down to earth

・Tara needs to feel like she belongs, and that the person she’s with is completely loyal to her. Cheating is a deal breaker.

・She needs a person who wants a long-term relationship, rather than a fling

・Would need to be in a relationship with someone who is more open-minded than traditional. Although there’s nothing wrong with being a housewife (only if you want that!!!), but being forced into that role stopped her progression.

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: most compatible with EP types- meaning INFJ, ENFP, ISTJ, and ESFP

・In MBTI terms, someone with: Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus, or Cancer. Grounded, perceptive, balanced and/or sensitive.

・The character tropes with her s/o would be:

Are they friends? Are they lovers? Who cares they’re happy and adorable together

Aggressively Supportive Of Each Other

Looks Like A Softie, But Can Kill You (Tara) x Looks Like They Can Kill You, But Is A Major Sofite (You)

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povofjustme · 9 months

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CAOS

Reader Coming Home Drunk

Fluff

Ambrose S x Prudence B x FemReader

If you are a Moral

Going to your first party

Will your first party you would be drinking at.

Being the DDR to your friends, let’s simply say

Ambrose and Prudence have been busy with dark lord shit and you have been alone, A lot

You told one of your best friends from school and she had you come to a party and drink the feeling away

And you did just that. You had told your mom that you was stay at friends houses. But the drinking made you miss them even more.

That night Ambrose and Prudence wanted to surprise you and come spend some time with you. They called but you didn’t hear your phone due to the music

You had to use the bathroom. You drank more than you than you could that night. Your friend followed you. Right then and there is when you see all the missed calls and texts from both

You felt bad but your emotions were everywhere. You saw Ambrose caller ID popes up and you handed the phone to your friend

At the same time you where feeling asleep, slowly sliding down to the cold bathroom floor

We have been looking for you, where have you been? -Ambrose

Hi Ambrose, this is her friend. I believe she to drunk to talk on the phone right now -BFF

Is she okay? - Prudence

Yes, I think you should come get her. I would take her home but she been calling for you two all night. -BFF

Ambrose told her on the phone to send the address and wait with me outside.

Not even 7 minutes late. Prudence and Ambrose show up at the front of the house party. Prudence was driving, and hadn’t stopped, Ambrose hopped out of the car to get to you.

You were falling in and out of consciousness. You see Ambrose running to you.

Ambrose, what are you doing here- you

Your words were all over the place but he was Abel to understand

Let’s go little one. Thank you so much- Ambrose

Anything for her - BFF

Ambrose somehow got you into the car. Putting you in the back sit. In the car ride the were talking but not making out what they were saying.

Now back to the Spellman house, they were having a hard time getting you out of the car without you trying to throw up. Prudence was saying teleport you to his room but you yelling about how it was gonna make you nauseous

We can’t have you sleeping in this car -Prudence

What will make it easier for you? -Ambrose

Carry me, please- You

So they did just that, you were to cute to say no to. Ambrose had to bring your arm around your neck. Your head in his shoulder, and lefted your legs around his waste.

You were holding on to him like a koala. Prudence was right behind him. Taking her finger to your face, moving your hair out the face.

They finally got you to his room. In his mattress, you got yourself off of him. Now walking in your own , you took every single clothing off. Leaving you with your shirt and underwear.

Can someone help me take off my makeup please- you

How could ever say no to that face - prudence

Ambrose got prudence some water, face wash and a towel. Prudence had Ambrose sit you in between his legs so you wouldn’t fall over

She grabbed your face softly and started taking off your makeup. She ended up doing your whole night routine. She knew if you wake up in the morning and be upset that you skipped it

You started crying at the little thing that they were doing the whole night

Why are you crying? Is there something wrong- prudence

She stopped what she was doing to help out with your mixed emotions

Nothing wrong- you

You would be crying if something wasn’t wrong- Ambrose

You landed your head back onto his shoulder

It’s just, you two are too good for me- you

Baby, there is no need to cry. We love you, and deserve everything in this world - Ambrose

Prudence finish with your routine while wiping the tears away from your face. They tried to help you back up but to told them you had it.

I waking up to the bed, pulling up the bed sheets and going under. Walking into his room. You she they were gone, but you could hear talking coming from downstairs.

Putting on pj pants and walking down. You see that it was only Ambrose, Prudence and Hilda. Hilda was cooking breakfast, while the two was sitting at the left end of the table

Walking to the table, said good morning to Hilda, and sat at the right end of the table. Putting your head down on the cold table.

I know you had a Long night, so here. It will help with that headache of your- Hilda

You are a lifesaver, Hilda, Thank you so much- you

Hilda handing you a morning after drunk to get rid of the headache but saying her goodbye to head up to work

Looks like you joyed yourself last night- Prudence

I don’t even wanna talk about it Pru- you

#poc #black reader #ambrose spellman #caos imagines #prudence blackwood image #prudence x female reader #ambrose spellman x reader

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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→ Licentious Show.

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pairing: abel morales x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, explicit.

warning: light sub/dom dynamics, power play, thigh riding, strip show, praising, consensual degrading, daddy kink, age gap, oral sex (male receiving), self-indulgent fic...

word count: 2.2k

summary: your sugar daddy asks you to give him a show, and you'd do anything for him.

“Would you make me a show?”

It didn't occur to you that your boyfriend might ever ask you to do something like this before. At the dinner table, you both talked about your day; you told him how you spent yours shopping and having fun with your friends, shamelessly flaunting the full credit card Abel provided you with. A sick pleasure you indulge yourself in; showing off what you have and your peers don't. You had your hair spruced up, and your nails done and polished, making sure to look pretty for him when he's back home. His soft smile and the way his eyes brighten up when you're the first person to see home is more than enough for you.

It's been few months since you and Abel Morales got together. Having a divorced, handsome man in the mid of his forties, and the owner of Standard Oil company, who's also a father of three pretty girls as your partner, a man nearly twice your age, raised many questions about you both. But you honestly don't care, neither does Abel. The latter doesn't only fund for your university life, but also showers you with affections and sincere devotion, as he is dedicated only to you as well, while he asks little to nothing in return from you. All you have to do is to be a good investment for him in studying hard at college, and to look at your tip-top whenever he needs you to be his companion at business dinners and parties, where he can show you off, his pretty little gem.

“Yeah, sure!” You gush, and he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter. Sliding off the chair briskly, your delicate hands cradle his large hand, and he follows you to the bedroom.

Abel pours a glass of wine for himself, while he settles on the bed, crossing a leg over the other. He juts the glass, and arches a dark and thick brow amusedly. “Show me what you've got, princesa.”

Your brow rises in challenge and your head gives him a haughty nod, while your chin is proudly held up. Stepping into your walk-in closet, you immediately spot the newly-bought bags, still placed where you first put them. Grinning giddily, you choose to begin with the dresses and casual outfits first, leaving the naughty attires for last.

You strut your way out garbed in a sleeveless dress. Its dark, violet velvet is hugging your form ever so delicately, while your ears shimmered with two dark amethysts, with matching necklace and ring Abel has given you as a gift before. The latter grins widely at you, taking your hand in his to bring it to his smirking mouth. “Mi bella señorita.”

A rich colour smears your cheeks red, as your previous boldness fails you at his simple words. “Gracias, mi amor.” You mutter, leaning down to leave a quick peck on his nose before rushing back to your closet with a racing heart.

The night continues, though. You show him a gown after another, and he never fails to praise each one on you, and how you look splendid and graceful. Perhaps that's the trait you like about Abel the most, always makes you oozing with confidence and dependence, beautiful and worthy; not a once did he make you feel otherwise. He makes you blossom with radiance and splendor.

Entering the wardrobe again, your breathing grows heavier as you reach for the other bag, the one you saved for last. And when you re-emerge from the dressing room, Abel is stunned. The black, lacy lingerie you picked today is rather audacious; the top is a strapless bra hugged your breasts tightly, exposing your cleavage deliciously. The thin panties barely hide anything as two garters tether to the sexy tights covering your legs up to your thighs.

Abel's eyes are glued on you, wandering each detail of what you're presenting him. You allow yourself to grin in triumph. Feeling about your breasts sensually, you say in whisper, “Like what you see, Daddy?”

Something powerful swirls in Abel's eyes as his lips slowly stretch in a grin, it makes you shiver. “Oh, bebita, you have no idea...” He grumbles in a low voice, half-smiling and leaning a bit backwards on the bed, eyes never leaving yours. Tilting his head aside, he arches a brow. “Would you strip for Daddy, princess?”

You nod eagerly, hands teasingly reach out to the buckle to undo it. Once it's dropped on the floor, your hands travel down to your tights, but he stops you. “No, baby, leave these on, just take those pretty panties off.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You say breathlessly.

“Good girl.” His luscious lips curve up into a smile. God, this is so much!

You do as he says, then looks at him again, waiting for further instructions. He beckons you to come and sit in his lap. Your heels clang all the way to him. You straddle effortlessly, your arms already reaching around his neck, and his are around your waist. His thickly-framed eyes are looking up at you, his large hands are warm against your skin, caressing and wringing your ass so tenderly. You moan, burying your face in the crook of his neck; his strong, virile scent pervades your nostrils, making your head haze. “Daddy...” You croak in a low voice, nuzzling deeper into his neck.

Abel hums, his hands are still teasing your sensitive skin. “Fuck, princesa, what a show. Is there anything you can't do?” He says, “Always looking pretty, always good to me.”

You feel a throb between legs, shivering at his string of sweet praises. They mean the world to you, he means the world to you. You'd do anything to please this man, to make him happy, always thriving to be his sole source of ventilation and comfort. He does an amazing job of taking care of you; providing you with anything and everything you want, lavishing you with gifts and presents, and most importantly, you feel safe, welcomed, and loved around him. “Anything for you, Daddy.” You kiss his neck, and he chuckles as you begin to roll your hips on his lap, your dripping cunt pressing on his clothed bulge. Smirking, you lift your face up a little, enough to whisper into his ear. “Daddy's pretty hard.” You nibble on his ear lobe playfully, your hips roll tantalisingly slow atop of him, “Shall I drop on my knees for him and suck him off til he's satisfied and happy?”

A deep grumble rumbles within his chest, hand grasping the back of your neck, making you gaze up at him. “Naughty girl, want Daddy's cock in your mouth, little one?”

Your teeth chew on your bottom lip, hands resting on his shoulders. “Want you down my throat, Daddy—AH!” His thumb and forefinger pinch on your excited nipple, then his hand cups your breast to squeeze it harshly. “Want your cock to ruin me, Abel, please!”

“You needy little whore...” He growls, smacking your ass, and your cunt throb in delight at the delectable sting where his palm left a slight red mark on your buttock. “Want me to ruin that slutty pretty mouth of yours, baby?” He brings his thumb up, tracing your lower lip tenderly.

“Yes, please.” You sigh, opening your mouth adorably as his thumb presses to your mouth. His rough-padded digit pushes down on your tongue, as you suck it like the obedient girl you are.

Being at this man's mercy makes your body shudder, erotic as it is to you. Abel Morales holds something appealing to you; the power he possesses, his strong will which is impossible to waver. His ambitious determination to get whatever he wants. He never is disrespectful to you, he's not accustomed to insult women or anybody else really. It was your wish to be treated as such in certain intimate situations. Abel didn't digest the idea at first —being the gentleman he is— but he caved in to your request as it pleases you; he'd do anything to bring you pleasure and he does it perfectly, his pretty girl. He spoils you so much to the point of fluster. You appreciate it, appreciate him, and it did what you feared the most; you fell in love with him, and you fell hard. It doesn't matter if your love is unrequited really, because suffice to say, he's a man you won't regret pledging yourself to.

Your mouth makes a wet pop when Abel draws his thumb out, lips glistening with spit. Through your lashes, you gaze at him in anticipation when he lifts you effortlessly, making you straddle his right thigh. “You're gonna get yourself off on my thigh first, bebita.” He grumbles, “Your show is far from finished.”

You shudder at his words, your body is putty in his hands; hips rolling involuntarily at his demand. You drag your damp cunt along his trousers, the fabric is so soft against your throbbing clit, coils bolting up to the tip of your stomach. You moan and sob pathetically, feebly trying to ride his thigh.

Abel knows your need of his help, and he generously offers it. “Look at you, princesa, ruining my expensive pants with your slutty pussy.” He remarks with a deep voice, before taking your lips in a passionate kiss. Your swollen clit rubs his firm thigh, and your hands comb through his greying, rich hair, while his hand trails down your spine sensually until it teases the crack of your ass down to your dripping slit. Two thick, adroit fingers slip into your lecherous cunt, and you scream his name.

“Mhm, Daddy! Please wanna cum.” Your meek sobs are so beautiful, your fragile voice is so alluring as you fuck yourself on his deft fingers. “Make me cum, please!”

Abel grunts deeply, his master fingers are quick to hit the spots he knows too well, curling and teasing, as you souse them with your arousal.

“Pathetic, pretty girl.” He sneers, “Can't even cum without Daddy's help.”

Your hands wring his shoulders as you whine weakly, intense tears rolling down your cheeks when he brings you to thunderous orgasm. He doesn't stop though, fucking you through your high, and your cum gushes out of your fluttering hole.

When he slides his fingers out, you whimper weakly, smooching your cheek to his warm chest. Abel holds you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Good girl, (Y/N), good girl.”

Your body quivers sweetly as his clean hand plays with your hair. Mumbling into his chest, you say, “Thank you, Daddy.” You hear him chuckle, and you raise your head to gaze at him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

Abel smiles tenderly at you. “No need, princess.” He pecks your nose, “It's about you, not me.”

Your face flushes, and your eyes flit down momentarily before they're back to his. You love this man, you fucking adore the floor he walks on, and this is why. His aching selflessness when it comes you, it's as though he sees the world in you, he makes you feel as if you're his entire world.

“But my show is far from finished, is it not, sir?” You quip, sliding swiftly to your knees on the floor before him. “You promised to ruin my slutty pretty mouth with your cock, remember?” Your hands are nimble and brisk as they undo his pants, eyes lingering on the mess you made on his thigh; you practically drenched it wet.

He raises an eyebrow, puckering his lips up amusedly, then he shakes his head, helping you getting his trousers and boxers down. “Joder, bebita, what did I do to deserve you?”

“You do everything, señor Morales.” You grin up at him, and his face softens. “You are everything to me, Abel.” because I love you...

Abel cups your cheek and you lean into his touch, kissing his palm fondly while he brushes his thumb to your skin. You lick your lips at the view of his beautiful cock, hard and weeping with pre-cum. Your surge forwards, grabbing the base in your hand, and kissi the slit of his tip. Abel hisses immediately, as your lips latch to his tip, taking him gradually in your mouth. Abel makes beautiful sounds when you twirl your tongue and caress his cock with it.

“Fuck, baby,” He growls, “You're amazing.”

You push further until the tip is slamming against the back of your throat, making you gag, tears already gathering in your eyes. Abel grabs your hair and takes the lead, fulfilling his promise. Your lipstick is smearing his shaft, and your chin is dripping with your drool and his pre-cum. You move your head accordingly to his pace, and the deep sounds he's making are music to your ears.

“Oh, fuck,” Abel hisses, “I'm cumming, baby.”

He paints your mouth white with a long shot, and bits of it seep from the corners of your lips. Abel pants, letting you pull out with full mouth of his seed. You swallow it all, licking the beads off of your lips to the last one, making sure he's watching you.

“Come here, princess.” He tells you, tapping the spot on bed next to him. “Let Daddy take care of you now.”

#abel morales fic #abel morales imagine #abel morales headcanon #abel morales x reader #abel morales #oscar isaac characters #a most violent year #abel morales x you #abel morales smut #oscar isaac fanfic #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac hot #daddy oscar isaac #oscar isaac

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trashybandit · 1 year

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Shameless Desires

Yandere Abel Heilon x Female Mage Reader

To a certain duke, the end justifies the means.

Many thanks to @no-saints-around-here for inspiring me <3 Also, I'm pretty sure this is ooc but I'm starved for content here.

TW: drugging, yandere, dubcon, and noncon

Fiona felt guilty.

It wasn't a new emotion for her, but it was especially bitter these past few months. Whenever she crossed that room, she couldn't bear to look at it, firmly keeping her gaze on the polished floor.

This is for her own good, was the mantra she repeated every time she was confronted with evidence of your existence. You were happy, she had now shifted to thinking, Abel was happy, everyone was happy! Of course, it wasn't like you were being hurt or anything, Abel wasn't the sort to do such a thing.

Yes. It was all fine.

So why wasn't she opening the damn door?

Her hand trembled, constantly slipping from the handle. It took almost five minutes to simply open the door and what was behind it was far from comforting.

You sat in the posh loveseat clutching a teacup as loosely as your smile. Upon hearing the noise, you turned to meet your guest so fast that you cup sloshed hot liquid. Yet, your dopey grin doesn’t change despite the scalding liquid dripping down your front.

“Fiona~” you laughed, “you’re finally here,” you drawled.

The woman in question forced a helpless smile before using magic to clean you up, inadvertently making contact with your blown out, unfocused irises. The more seconds she spent staring into your dazed eyes, the more she felt like a disgrace.

“Y-yes. I got your invitation,” she partially lied. You didn’t need to know that she was two hours late from her ongoing moral conflict.

“Sit down, sit down! I’ll get you some tea-”

“A-allow me to!” she blurted out.

Fiona busied herself with serving tea, keeping her eyes trained on the delicate cup, often responding simply to your excited questions and comments, all while debating internally. Breathing in deeply, she carefully handed the cup to your shaking hands before softly inquiring about your day to day life.

“I saw a rabbit the other day! It was super cute, it even had a cute bushy tail! I asked Abel if I could have one, but he said no…”

Ah, Abel.

Fiona didn’t know how to feel about him anymore. To be quite frank, he was no longer the man she wrote or even knew. He was still Siegren’s mentor and benefactor, but it was unknown to her why he was fixated on you, a character that was originally supposed to play her role after she was kicked out of the duchy turned her teacher. Now, he wasn’t just a charismatic, powerful duke on the forefront of the war, but the sort to lock up his supposed love and drug them until they were a babbling idiot. It was wrong, yet Fiona couldn’t make herself save you from the confinement. You were safe from your impending death, safe in the hands of Abel, far far away from the battlefield.

“Well, well, what do you have here?” a familiar jovial voice resounded in the relatively silent room.

A soft exclamation from you accompanied in your excited rush to embrace him left Fiona feeling even more conflicted. That unrestrained happiness in your expression replacing your usual gentle, but weary, one wasn't helping one bit. Was this really wrong if you were finally happy?

Was it really happiness if you were drugged out of your mind?, her consciousness admonished.

She couldn't stay in this room watching the questionable couple being affectionate any longer. Gathering her remaining grace and determinedly ignoring guilt swirling in her guilt with a vengeance, Fiona made a hasty exit.

The question of what you’d do once you broke out of that carefully crafted illusion was something she didn’t want to dwell on.

Abel watched the rapidly retreating figure of his (soon-to-be) daughter with mild amusion. Her attempts at hiding her conflicted face were commendable, but ultimately useless. A part of him was assured to see a good head on her shoulder, yet a larger part was pleased to see her not using it for once. It was important for one to know when to stop after all.

Purging his mind of meaningless thoughts, Abel finally focused on your now pouting self. Your glazed over eyes only had him within them, just as he liked.

Stroking your immaculately groomed hair, he gently steered you back to your original position with a soft “Should we have some tea?”

You did not have tea. What did you have was the duke of the north himself in between your legs eating you out. Each movement was calculated to make you squirm in pleasure, but not enough for a release. Simply put, he was teasing you like he always did. In the past, it used to be snide comments and what you thought to be playful flirting, but now has evolved to toying with your body until you were nothing more than a mewling, begging, mess.

Today was no different. Abel had been a bit occupied with his duties, unable to find respite in your presence at your own expense, and he was determined to make up for it all at this moment. It wasn’t long before he was using his thumb to press against your clit alongside his tongue delving into your cunt. The noises that originated from his actions left you ashamed from doing such a deed in an extravagant room, let alone the thought of being discovered or ruining the lavish furniture. Abel, of course, didn’t even give such thoughts the time of day, instead relishing your flustered form. Who cared if someone walked in? He’d just gouge their eyes out for daring to peering into your communion.

Your pleas for him to stop not only failed but instead encouraged him further, especially when a “no” would morph into a moan. Everytime that’d happen, he’d plunge a thick finger of his into your awaiting pussy, twisting and turning it within you whilst mockingly asking you why you would want him to stop when you mewled so beautifully whenever he did this. Abel would even go as far as to lick up the juices dripping down your weeping cunt as he prolonged your suffering, unable to resist giving you a taste as he drags you into a kiss that demanded you to focus on him and not the ceiling.

His large, scarred hands trailed down your sides, easily slipping off your dress to fondle your breasts and rolling those nubs in between his still sticky fingers, all while kissing you like it was his last day on this earth. That didn’t stop the pained whimper from the weight of Abel’s dick pressing against you slipping your lips, with all the memories of being tossed and turned in the sheets while being stretched out as he practically decimates your poor cunt. Much to his twisted delight, Abel was treated to your hoarse voice begging for him to stop, that it’d hurt, and for once, he stopped.

“I-if I do that,” the shameless duke panted, “what would you do about this?” accentuating the question by stroking his drooling member. “Would you leave me like this?”

A quick shake of your head led to you being on your knees and Abel patronizingly encouraged you to worship his cock. He slapped it onto your face, enjoying how you tenderly licked and sucked it before shoving the entire thing down your throat without warning. Your gags and splutters felt heavenly around him and were practically begging him to use your throat as his personal hole, to grab your head and use it for his own pleasure. His scent filled your nostrils after he slammed the entire length of his dick down your throat as he marked your throat with his seed.

Abel’s slightly strained breaths were contrasted to your sputters and coughs. The tears that pricked in your eyes from the mistreatment your throat just went through stirred Abel lust yet again.

Gently wiping away those tears streaming down your face, Abel softly whispered, “I’m nowhere near done…You’d still help me, right?”

Of course you would. You could never say no to your beloved.

#abel heilon x reader #yandere abel heilon x reader #yandere abel heilon #i became the wife of the male lead #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: yandere #tw: drugging

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Abel morales being a suger daddy to reader but then falling for her ?

❃FALLING FOR HER❃

Pairing: Abel Morales x F!Reader

Warning: Kissing, swear words and nothing else that I can recall.

Word count: 1800+

A/n: This is my first EVER request and honestly, I'm a lil' nervous. Hopefully, it lived up to your expectations. Please enjoy and thank u very much for this request.

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He wasn’t planning on seeing anyone let alone being a what?... Sugar Daddy?

It felt strange, also wrong, knowing that he has never done something like this before, but he might as well have fun and explore, right? Also, she seemed sweet and pretty, with her beautiful plumped pink lips and those innocent-looking eyes looking straight at him. He wondered why such a pretty girl like her would agree to do such a thing, but he didn’t wanna question it any further.

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Y/n arrived at his house to surprise him with the new little piece she had bought just for him. When she opened the door with the spare keys that Abel had given her, she entered, calling out for him. With no answers to her calling, she went upstairs to look for him only to be found on his bed coughing, like crazy.

"Hey- what are *coughs* doing here?" He asked trying to hold in his coughs.

"Hi, I- I well- I was just coming by to check on you?" She lied, for no reason.

"To check on me?" Sweetheart, I don't think that's what we agreed on. Either way, I'm fine, you can go now." He tried to stifle his cough while, gesturing to her to leave him, with his hand.

"Well, you sure don't look like you are, I can go make you some herbal tea, that should help." She said, turning around to leave.

"Hey! No. There is no need, ok? I'm truly fine, all right? Just leave!" He said in a firm voice, attempting to make her leave. He doesn't like when people see him at his weakest points, it makes him feel vulnerable.

"I don't mind, Abel, really. Let me do it, ok? I'll be back in a jiffy." Before he could protest any further, she had already left in a hurry, the sound of her footsteps fading out.

True to her words, she had returned with a tray that had consisted of a cup of herbal tea, a hot towel on a plate, some medicine pills, and a glass of water.

He sat up against the headboard upon seeing her entering. She sat on the edge of the mattress, placing the tray on the bedside table first. She took the teacup from it and handed it to him. "Careful, it's still a bit hot." He nodded and drank it quickly, letting the warmth soak in his throat.

He swallowed down the pills after, feeling better. He laid down back, while she pulled the sheets back on him.

When about to place the rag on his forehead, he took ahold of her wrist, stopping her. "Why are you doing this, we didn't agree on doing any of this." He looked serious, puzzled by her actions.

"Um, jeez…You're welcome?" She tried to move, and that's when he noticed that he was still holding her, so he loosened the grip on her wrist allowing her to place it on.

"I'm sorry, it's- it's just that, why? Why would you do this? It's not like you're gonna get anything out of this."

"It's called helping Abel, you are sick, and it seemed like you needed it. I'm not asking for anything in return, I care about you. It may not seem like it, but I do and always had. Not everything is about money, Abel. But if you do want, I will leave." When he didn't say anything, she assumed that was what he wanted, so she stood up, ready to leave him.

"Wait! Just wait...thank you, truly, thank you. Sorry for being such a jerk to you. It's just normally no one would do it willingly."

He took her hand, telling her to sit down beside him, and she did. They both just stared off at each other silently, while Abel's hand was still tangled with hers, his heart started to beat faster and louder, he tried to slow it down, embarrassed by the idea of her hearing it.

He's never felt this before not even with Anna, her ex-wife. They both got divorced after Anna cheated on him. He loved her so dearly, but this felt different, something that he's never experienced before.

Suddenly like his mouth had a brain of its own he blurted out. "Will you- please stay, with me? And I- I may be stretching this a bit but uh... could you maybe stay for the night as well?...Yo- your complete-" Before he could continue, you interrupted him.

"Yes. Yes, I would like to." Just give me a min, I'll be back."

She went to the bathroom to change into sleeping clothes.

When she came back, she was wearing one of Abel's white shirts which were big on her, the hem of the shirt reaching just above her knees and nothing else, showing her long smooth long legs. The mattress dipped as she climbed up to Abel, snuggling up to him with one arm across his chest while one of her legs was hoisted up and tangled up with his.

He watched her slowly fall asleep, with her mouth slightly open, snoring lightly, she looked so adorable and peaceful. Feeling content his own eyes felt heavy, tired for today as he also drifts off to sleep, holding her closer.

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The next morning, he woke up to an empty bed, which upset him. He was hoping to wake up before her so he can watch her sleep and wake up. He rose up from his bed feeling much better than yesterday. That's when his ears perked up at the faint music coming from downstairs. So, he got up to look for her.

When he walked down the stairs to the kitchen following the music. He saw her, swaying her hips from left to right to the rhythm of the music, her hair up in a messy bun and still wearing the same clothes from last night. He likes it when she wears his clothes, she looks better in them, perfect even. It gives him a sense of belonging.

That’s when it hit him, he wants this, he wants all of this, her walking around his house, wearing HIS clothes, being with him not just for sex but being more involved in his life, going on dates, watching movies doing all the coupl-y things. He wanted her all along.

He came up to her pressing his chest against her back, startling her a bit.

"Hey cupcake, whatcha cooking there?" He asked, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey, just some eggs and bacon for the both of us."

"That sounds delicious, also smells delicious." He took a big sniff, adding a dramatic flair to it, making her laugh.

He waited a bit closing his eyes and swaying his hips with hers before asking.

"I know it's out of a blue question, but I wanted to ask you something if you don’t mind."

"Yeah, sure go ahead." He cleared his throat for good measure before asking.

"Why did you do this? This whole 'sugar daddy' thing?" She turned her head around to look at him and turned back to her cooking.

"I don’t think it's any of your concern." He backed up leaning against the counter behind him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm aware, and you don't have to answer it either. It’s just that you don’t look like you need it. You're smart, witty, and gorgeous, and aren't you studying medicine? A smart girl like yourself shouldn’t be doing this."

He stared at her waiting for her to say anything, but when she didn't answer, he thought he might've over-step so he was about apologi-

"Yes, I am..." She said with a sigh, before continuing.

"But I'm in so much debt and it needs to be paid off. To study medicine you need a crazy amount of money. My parents did everything they could to help me, and I took some part-time jobs, but it wasn’t enough. And I really didn’t see any other options other than…you know." She looked down with guilt in her eyes, missing her parents, and her old life with her friends.

Abel considered, what she had just said and quickly came up to her spun her around by her hips making her face him, trapping her with both of his arms on each side of her.

"What if I told you, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to do this anymore. You can go back to your old life, go back to your parents. And you don’t need to worry about the money, I'll handle it. I'll pay off your debt and all the later tuition in the future until you get a good-paying job."

She looked at him bewildered; her mouth gaped open...waiting for him to tell her it was just a joke, but he looked so serious.

"What? No. Don't seriously, I don't-" She tried to push him off of her but but he stood strong on his ground.

"No buts! You're doing it, alright. Either this or we are not doing this anymore. Just please listen, I want you to, ok. Besides, it's called helping, didn't you teach me that. And it seems like you needed."

"But why would you want to do this, Abel? Are you pitying me?"

His eyes softened, and took her in by her waist, looking down at her.

"No sweets, I genuinely care about you you're an amazing person. I've never realized it, but you have helped in many ways, done things that someone wouldn't normally do. You have cared about me and been there for me. You're the kindest and most loveable person I've ever met. I love you." The last part left him worried, biting his lips, thinking it was too much.

She looked at him, with her big beautiful, rounded eyes, and he swear he saw her pupils dilated a bit. (doesn’t that mean something, like, like…) Anyways, something just took over him and he kissed her. He took her by her cheeks engulfing her in a slow, gentle kiss. This wasn't like the other ones, this one felt different. The other ones were rough and senseless. But this one felt as if nothing mattered, and it didn't.

When they broke apart, they grinned ear to ear.

"I love you; I love you a lots." She confessed

Abel smiled at her, tipped her chin up giving her a peck on the lips. Embracing her in a tight hug.

"Me too, sweetie. I love you a lots too."

This beautiful moment unfortunately didn’t last long.

"Oh god! THE EGGS! Fuck, fuck, FUUCK!" she quickly took them off the stove and set them aside. Abel chuckled as he pulled her in by her arms to stop her from doing anything else.

"What about we go out and hang out."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

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THE END

Thx for reading, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

A/n: I'm not too happy with this, but I tried, honestly.

#request #a most violent year #abel morales #f!reader #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #sugardaddy

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