#Abel Morales x y/n

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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?

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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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[god-complex-12]

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.

[coolx2-nodoubt]

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.

[ivanreycristo]

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[freelancearsonist]

Sugar

Abel Morales x fem!Reader

Rated MA for divorce, mutual pining, graphic sexual content, kind of sugar daddy/baby relationship but also kind of not, and bad language words

1,182 words

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely @wasicskosgirl‘s 800 follower celebration!! Congrats on this milestone love, you deserve this and so many more 🥺

This morning’s edition of the New York Times says that it’s been a record year for divorces.

Or rather, a record two decades—the article sites upward trends beginning as early as 1963.

1.19 million divorce cases in the country just this year. Abel never saw himself being involved in such a statistic.

It happens, though. That’s how his lawyer had stated it. People grow apart. People change.

He supposes he has changed. But not in ways that warrant a divorce. Still, Anna deemed it necessary. Even after everything they faced together.

He can’t really blame her, as much as he would like to. Witnessing Julian’s death the way they did... it drove a sharp knife between them. They coped too differently to do it together.

They held on for the rest of the year. But after a terse and uncomfortable New Years’, they called it quits. It was better for the girls. It wasn’t good for them to see their parents so broken.

Abel’s made his peace with it, after a long year of readjusting to bachelorhood. He accepts that as much as he loves Anna, he can’t love her in the way she needs him to. And she can’t love him how he needs.

He didn’t anticipate how difficult it would be to jump back into dating when he’s nearly forty, though. Dating wasn’t exactly the first thing on his mind when Anna called for a separation.

Part of him has to wonder if it’s even worth it. If he can find someone to make him happy after so long only knowing Anna’s affection.

“Last day, Maggie,” he sighs wistfully, smiling nonetheless as he greets the secretary he’s become familiar with over the past five years. “Any final wishes?”

“That the new girl isn’t an idiot,” she practically snorts as she tucks a strand of stiff blonde hair behind her ear. “I don’t wanna leave you with a basket case.”

“I’m sure she’ll be just fine,” he smiles sweetly. “I haven’t met her yet, but Anna had only kind words.”

It’s stopped hurting to talk about his wife. Ex-wife. He supposes it’s a good thing—she still owns part of the business. Maybe they weren’t compatible in a marriage, but they’re still pretty good business partners.

He despises her for how easy this has been for her, he supposes. How she hasn’t been anything but cordial, despite all of the unresolved conflict. She treats him like a business partner—like that’s all he ever was to her. Maybe it’s true, in a way.

Why did he let his ex-wife select his new secretary again? Why did he ever think that was a good idea? This could be a revenge plot, the new girl could be some kind of basket case, or—

No. That’s the last thing he needs to worry about. He’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but there’s no other shoe. They both dropped once all the papers had been signed and the divorce was finalized.

He was just too exhausted to worry about shit like this on his own. He’s burnt out, quite honestly. Twenty years of going non-stop, and the divorce was like a slam on the breaks. Now time seems to move in slow motion, and he’d give anything for things to go back to normal.

But they never will. And what is normal, anyway?

You arrive fifteen minutes early for your first day, a nervous smile on your face. Pretty face, Abel notes. No, that’s dangerous. That’s a path he shouldn’t be on. You’re closer to his eldest daughter in age, and you have so much life. He doesn’t even want to fantasize about draining that life from you.

You’re so sweet, though. You tell him about yourself with a friendly shelteredness—you’re a second-year med student, picking up a job because your financial aid and scholarships didn’t quite give you a full ride. Your parents live far away—moving to the city was a big risk on your part. So far, though, it was paying off.

Abel could listen to you speak for hours on end. Your voice is soft and soothing and he has half a mind to actually thank Anna for this. You’re the best thing that could’ve possibly come out of this whole ordeal.

The first day is slow. This big new office space is rather unfamiliar and intimidating, but all of your co-workers are kind and willing to drop anything to help you. This is exactly the kind of environment you’ve always wanted to be in.

The day’s drawing late—the sun is steadily sinking below the horizon, and one by one the cubicle lights of your coworkers turn off.

There’s no sign of your boss, though, so you decide to pull out some textbooks and do some studying while you have some downtime.

Nearly two hours pass without you realizing before Abel’s office door opens, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he finds you hunched over your books.

“Jesus, kid, you’re still here?” He rasps, blinking the last dregs of his unplanned evening nap from his eyes.

You look up at the clock across from your desk and gasp sharply. “Oh god, Mr. Morales, I’m so sorry, I lost track of time, I—“

He hushes you with a soft smile. “Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not upset. But if I ever don’t dismiss you before five, you can just go, okay? You’re off the clock.” He chuckles softly as he catches your apologetic smile. God, you’re so cute.

“Of course, sir. I’m sorry. I’ll remember that.” You giggle softly, and the sound combined with your sickly sweet and submissive “sir” goes straight below his belt. Oh god, he should fire you. He should fire you right now and get you out of his life because he’s definitely no good for you.

“It’s just Abel, yeah?” He smiles. “Can I buy you dinner at least? For staying so late. And to welcome you to the job.”

Oh no, what is he doing? No no no, this is bad. Why is he inviting you to dinner? He should be pushing you away, saving you—

“O-oh, umm... yeah. Sure. If you’re certain it’s not too much trouble.”

Fuck it. If you’re not going to turn him down, he’s not going to back down. Abel is a man who gets what he wants, and he’s starting to realize that he wants you.

You take the bus, he finds out, so he’s more than happy to give you a ride. The restaurant is only a short trip, and you’re surprised that the waitress leads you to a small secluded room when Abel mentions his name.

“You’re not, like... with the mob, are you?” You ask quietly, a little afraid that you sound ridiculous.

He laughs at the question. “My name has weight around here because I’m not with the mob. There aren’t a whole lot of businessmen around here who can say that, so it goes a long way.”

Dinner is quiet and nice—Abel asks you about your education, and he’s impressed that you’re getting through med school through strictly weekend classes. He tells you that if you ever need a break, all you need to do is say the word. He remembers being your age and he was every bit as ambitious. He wishes someone had extended him the same curtesy.

Abel is a little shocked when he drives you home. You live in a bad neighborhood—it was the only place you could find affordable rent. He doesn’t say anything, but he makes a mental note to give you a raise. He wants you somewhere safe, and giving you a house would be coming on a little too strong.

Before he can think twice, he catches your hand as you’re about to say goodnight.

“I had a good time with you,” he smiles softly. “It’s been a while since I went out like this. I’m glad it was with you.”

Your face burns with excitement at his confession, and you gasp when he leans forward to capture your lips with his.

He worries that he’s overstepped a boundary when you don’t move against him, but then your fingers are tangling into his hair to pull him closer and your tongue is sweeping over his bottom lip. He’s actually a little surprised at how domineering your kiss is considering how shy you’ve been since he met you.

Your fingers tug on his hair lightly, and the moan he lets out is music to your ears. He used to hate when Anna messed up his hair. With you, though, he doesn’t mind so much. He actually kind of likes it.

“Do you want to come up?” You gasp breathlessly as you pull away for air.

He does. He so desperately does.

“I shouldn’t,” he smiles apologetically. “We both have an early morning.”

Your face falls slightly until he takes your hand and languidly brushes his lips against your knuckles. “I’d like to do this again, though. What about Thursday night? Do you have any plans?”

Nothing comes to mind, and it’s not like you’re doing anything that you wouldn’t cancel for Abel, anyway.

He kisses your lips once more before you go, languid and sweet—he’s savoring the touch of a woman after so long.

You’re a little nervous to go to work the next morning, scared that Abel might’ve changed his mind and now be regretting the evening you spent together.

But you’re infinitely surprised when you turn the corner and see a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your desk. Did you even tell him these were your favorite? How did he know?

Until Thursday xxx - A

Your face flushes as you read the note before tucking it into the drawer of your desk. How are you already so impossibly infatuated with this man?

Abel doesn’t come into the office all day long, until you’re about to grab your coat and leave for the day.

He looks way too good in that tan coat for his own good, and your knees almost buckle when he asks to see you in his office.

“Did you like the flowers?” He asks with a soft smile as he shuts the door behind you and starts to shed his coat.

“They’re my favorites,” you grin in return. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

Abel’s grin is wide when you leave his office at five o’clock, gently wiping your smeared lipstick off of his lips.

Thursday arrives sooner than you expect. Abel is working in his office all day, but he notes the cute dress you’ve picked out and compliments it on his way in. He never fails to make your face burn, and he adores seeing you so flustered.

Dinner is in a different restaurant this time—fancier, and you almost feel underdressed in the simple dress you’re wearing. You don’t want to overthink it too much, though—you’re completely in the moment and focused on your date.

He looks so handsome in the low glare of the dim, romantic lighting—the chandelier overhead catches the gray in his hair and makes it shine spectacularly. You notice things you’ve never noticed about him before, like the slight round of his chin against his sharp jaw and the slight dip of his cheeks. Everything about him is devastatingly handsome and it almost makes you feel out of place. You can hardly believe you’re on a date with Abel Morales, let alone a second date.

You wonder, as his car pulls up your driveway, if inviting him up again will be a bust. He seems intent on taking this slow, on getting to know you before he gets to know you. 

Still, you decide that the worst thing he can do is say no.

And to your surprise, he says yes.

He looks entirely out of place on your little squeaky couch as he loosens the tie he’s wearing that probably costs more than a month’s rent for you.

“I have something for you,” he tells you softly as you set two mugs of coffee down on the coffee table in front of him.

You gasp when he pulls a small velvet box out of his jacket coat and opens it to reveal a bracelet that definitely costs more than a month’s rent for you.

“Abel, I couldn’t possibly accept that,” you breathe as he catches your hand and flips your wrist over.

“Anna used to drain my bank account like the economy was going to collapse the next day,” he chuckles with only a tinge of resentment in his tone. “But you... you ask for nothing. You didn’t even ask to close the blinds when the sun was bothering you yesterday. Let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“Abel, I...”

“Please?” He asks, a soft smile on his face. “I’ve got all this extra money to spend now that I’m on my own, and... I guess giving is the way I show people I love them.”

You gasp when the gravity of his words sinks in. “Abel... you... you love...?”

He doesn’t mean it. Does he? No. There’s no way he loves you already. This is the second date, you hardly know him, and yet... you think you might love him, too.

His thumb traces lightly over the back of your hand, dark eyes piercing as he catches your gaze. “I know it’s soon—sudden. And I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be ready. I know it’s a lot, there’s no rush to return my feelings.”

“No, I...” you take a deep breath and squeeze his hand. “I think I love you, too.”

His kiss is deep and purposeful as he gathers you into his arms—there’s no point in wasting any more time.

You moan when he drags you into his lap, legs spread wide to accommodate his size. You’ve always loved how wide he is—it makes you feel safe when you’re encompassed in his arms. And now, with him between your thighs, you feel safer than you’ve ever felt before.

You feel even more safe after he hunts down a rag and gently cleans you up before cuddling into you and wrapping his big, safe arms around you. His bare skin against yours keeps you warmer than you’ve ever been in your bed, and you’ve never slept so peacefully before.

When you wake up, though, suddenly things don’t seem as simple and clear as they did the night before. Abel is asleep in your arms, soft breaths fanning over your bare chest. Abel, your boss. The man who owns the company you work for. You slept with your employer and accepted gifts from him and now everything is going to change for you.

“Good morning,” he mumbles as he scoots closer, buries his face in your chest and tightens his arms around you. His voice is deep and gravelly and beautiful like this, and you can forget about your worries for a moment when you feel his lips against your breasts. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you hum, lightly running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t realize it was curly—you’ve only ever seen it styled flat. “You?”

“Better than I have in twenty years,” he chuckles softly. “I actually feel rested. That hasn’t happened in a really long time.”

“I’m not surprised,” you giggle. “We wore ourselves out.”

“That, we did.” He grins up at you, eyes and smile soft. Maybe nothing’s going to change, after all.

And nothing does. At least, not for the worse. The gifts become a little more frequent, even though you insist they aren’t necessary—first a necklace to match the bracelet, then some earrings, and pretty soon the flowers on your desk are a constant.

Abel helps you move when you finally have enough saved to get a nicer apartment in a nicer neighborhood. It’s a busy Saturday—first moving everything from your cramped little apartment to the new one, and then joining him for an important business dinner. It’s a big step for your relationship—the first outing with other people where he’ll introduce you as his girlfriend.

Except it’s been four hours of sweating and heavy lifting and the leggings you’re wearing cling to you and accentuate all his favorite parts of you and it’s driving him insane. Abel is usually the man who can repress his sexuality if need be but all he can think of right now is pressing you up to the wall of your new apartment and shoving himself so deep inside you that you never stop feeling him.

You’re halfway through unpacking the last box when you tell Abel that he can go change into his suit for dinner—you only have about half an hour before you need to leave, and you want to finish off this box before you need to leave.

Abel finally decides to make his move—he comes up behind you and you lean back into him when his arms circle your waist, his lips instantly finding your neck.

“Thank you for all of your help,” you hum contently. “This means the world to me.”

“You know how hard it’s been to keep my head straight when you look like this?” He chuckles darkly, emphasizing his point with a soft bite to your sweet spot. “I need you so bad, baby.”

You moan when you feel him grind into your ass—he’s hard and wanting, and the thin material of his sweatpants does nothing to hide that fact.

“Baby, I have to take a shower,” you whine softly, reaching back to card your fingers through his hair. You love seeing him later in the day like this—when his hair starts losing it’s style and you can feel the curls that you only ever see when he’s fresh out of the shower. 

“Let me help,” he suggests with another pointed nip to your neck.

You have no resolve—you crumble so fast in his arms that it’s not even funny.

“I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.” Your laughter warps quickly into a moan when you feel him grind more firmly against you. 

“It’s not like they can start dinner without us. They’ll just have to wait.” He’s not teasing or toying with you—he needs this. And so do you.

He makes quick work of your clothes as you tug him to the bathroom, bumping into various pieces of furniture because you’re still not entirely accustomed to the layout of this new apartment.

“This okay with you?” He asks, soft and sweet despite the relatively rough manner with which he shoves you up against the shower wall.

“So okay,” you gasp—your voice is high-pitched and needy because his thumb is working delicious circles against your clit and you realize with startling clarity that he’s going to make you come faster than he ever has before because even though he said he didn’t mind being late, he’s the most punctual man on earth and he’d rather be caught dead than tardy. Really the fact that he’s fucking you at all right now demonstrates how raw and uncontrollable his need for you is—that he’d risk his always-fifteen-minutes-early reputation because of how badly he wants you.

He thrusts in hard as the warm water sloshes between your bodies—the water pressure is far better here than in your old place, and the way he’s rocking works wonderfully against your clit and you know he’s going to make you come within a matter of minutes.

“That’s it, darling,” he coos—cut off by his own moan when he thrusts just right and makes you clench hard around his thick cock. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

“You fill me so well,” you agree—and then the conversation is lost underneath the noises of the water and his hips slamming relentlessly into yours.

He comes only moments after your body is subsumed with your pleasure—grunts loudly as he slams himself deep and empties rope after rope of warm cum deep into your pussy.

“Baby,” you gasp, running your fingers through his messy wet curls as he nuzzles his face into your neck; his panting breaths tickle the sensitive skin there. “Fuck.”

“Was that okay?” He asks breathlessly. He’s careful to set you down and keep you steady as your legs are still shaking. 

“So much more than okay.”

You still manage to be five minutes early to your dinner. Not as much as he would’ve liked, but the other couple arrives a few minutes later so they never have to know.

They don’t have to know, either, when he pushes his hand under the skirt of your dress underneath the table and fingers you through one orgasm straight to the next, all the while wearing the most innocent of smiles.

There are a lot of things you never expected when you applied for your job at Standard Oil. But least of all, you didn’t expect you would fall in love with your boss—or that he would fall for you. But there isn’t a single decision that you regret or would take back.

Especially a year later, when he gets you a diamond ring to match the other gifts he gave you.

THE END

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[pedrosbish]

Oscar Isaac in Star Wars

"We are the spark, that'll light the fire, that'll burn the First Order down."

Oscar Isaac Character Appreciation (1/?)

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[castiel-barnes]

I don't want to be alone.

Pairing: Abel Morales x Reader. (Y/n).

Summary: You had never a day at work that affected you so much. Mentally and physically. Although you and Abel have completely different jobs and work shifts, you go with him.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Emotionally and physically drained reader. Sad boi times. Soft Abel. Swearing.

Word count: 1.2k

Never as a nurse did you have a worst night shift than today. For a school week, it was extremely busy and stressful. It had been busy before. But never this busy.

You were glad to get home. You shared the apartment with your best friend Abel, for a long time now. Although you both knew that you wanted to be more than just friends.

Flopping down onto the sofa, you finally let go of all the emotions you had bottled up during your shift. Whilst crying, you felt a pair of large hands rub your back. It was Abel. Rolling over you came face to face with his beautiful brown eyes, riddled with concern.

"Are you alright Y/n?" He asked,

You tried to speak, but you had made yourself hoarse from crying. Instead you hugged him, and clung onto him like your life depended on it. Abel returned the gesture, whispering reassuring things to you. After a while of crying into Abels chest, you managed to pry yourself away from him and form words.

"It...... it's been a shit day." You told him with a whisper,

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, wanting to press on but understanding if you didn't.

Letting out a shaky breath you responded,

"Do you remember the 12 year old girl I told you about?"

Abel nodded, he remembered because you spoke highly of her and how well she was doing. The 12 year old girl had been going through cancer treatment, but the day before her condition deteriorated badly.

"She.... she didn't make it. And I was with her, she told me I was her favourite nurse. Then she just slipped." You continued letting out a painful sob. It didn't mean to affect you so much, but it did. Maybe it was because she was a young girl and had her whole life in front of her.

Abel pulled you back into the hug and rubbed your back. He hated seeing you so sad and emotional, it made his heart ache. Wishing he could say that it would all get better, but he knew in your job it was a 50/50 chance.

"And ...... and i couldn't take a proper break cause we were so under staffed. It was so busy, and it was so hard to keep up." You let out muffled into his coat.

The two of you stayed there for a little bit, then Abel pulled away tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"I have to go to work okay doll?" He asked, you nodded and straightened out his coat from where you gripped onto it. He placed a small kiss upon your head and started to head towards the door.

"Wait. Abel." You called out after him,

"Yeah?" He responded turning around.

"Can ..... can i go with you? Please? I don't want to be alone." You stated. He smiled and nodded. It was a smile that was only reserved for you, one filled with love and sympathy and happiness.

You grabbed a few things, including your phone charger and earphones. Although you was going to Abels work, you didn't want to disturb him. You just needed company. Abel didn't mind you coming to work with him, he knew you had a bad shift. He knew that you needed someone.

On the way to work, you stared aimlessly out of the window listening to your music. He'd glance over at you from time to time, seeing you so emotionally and physically drained. You placed your head on the window, the coldness aiding in getting rid off the headache you recieved whilst crying.

When you got there, you took your normal place on the sofa he kept in his office. Abel walked over to you and kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees.

"Get some sleep okay doll." Abel told you,

"Okay" you replied in a small whisper. He smiled and placed another kiss on your forehead lingering there for a moment.

"Do you want some food later?" He asked, you nodded and gave him a small smile of appreciation which he happily gave back. He stood up, then took of his giant coat and draped it over you.

You fell asleep on the sofa with Abels coat draped over you. You didn't bother anyone, just slept with your earphones in.

**********************************

A while later Abel woke you up gently.

"Hey Y/n, you hungry?" Abel asked,

"Yeah. I'm not particularly bothered what we get." You replied in a sleepy voice.

Although you had gotten sleep, you felt like shit. You were also pretty sure you looked like a physical incarnation of hell. Abel disappeared from the office for a moment, and you started to re-do your hair. You was half way through braiding your hair when he walked back into the office.

"You alright doll?" He asked sitting next to you,

"Better than I was earlier, thank you Abel." You replied giving him a small smile. After you finished braiding your hair, you placed your head on his shoulder and stayed there for a while.

You and Abel ate lunch and chatted a bit more.

"You sure you wanna go to work tonight?" Abel asked wiping his mouth with a napkin,

"Yeah, even if I didn't want to. I have to. We are so understaffed right now its unbelievable." You replied taking a bite of your sandwich.

**********************************

Both of you headed back to the apartment, later in the afternoon. Jumping in the shower, you washed off all your sleep and started to get ready for your shift.

You grabbed everything you needed for the night shift, which included the snacks Abel made you. Walking into living room, you plopped down next to him to put your shoes on.

"Thank you Abel for helping me." You stated with gratitude,

"Hey you know i'd do anything for you, i love you so much that it hurts when I see you emotionally distressed." He admitted.

You turned around and looked at him,

"You mean that? You really love me?" You stated letting it out in a whisper.

"Yeah, I do. Have done for a long time doll." He replied, looking down briefly then back to you hopefully.

"Good. Cause I've been wanting to do this for a long time aswell." You stated, whilst moving towards him and kissing him gently. Pulling back, you felt your cheeks heat up and saw Abel smiling.

"I'll see you when I get home." You said, looking at Abel,

"Yeah, I'll have some food ready for you ok?" Abel responded. You nodded and smiled, knowing that you had something to look forward to when you came home.

"Hang on, one thing before I go to work." You moved closer again to him, and this time the kiss was deeper. You didn't want to go to work, you had to. But this time it was for a completely different reason. Pulling away you placed a kiss on his cheek.

Closing the front door behind you. You didn't even get two steps away when you heard a "woohoo" that came from Abel. Smiling you got into your car and texted him.

"Your woohoo was adorable, you dork. I love you."

It didn't take long for him to answer,

"Oh.. you heard that. 😊 I love you too doll."

That night shift was one of the best you ever had. You had a reason to smile. It made everyone around you at work smile because it filled the air with a happy and hopeful atmosphere.

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Christianity tells stories; Islam finds designs - Eureka Stree

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2019/06/24 14:05

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Westerners, and especially western Christians, often fail to acknowledge the debt they owe to Islam, a tradition that had a ... If you try to divide anything by zero, you have an experience of both the eternal and the absurd right before your eyes, ..

My year ten class studies Islam, one of the most formative influences in the world that my students will inhabit and hopefully improve. I have a profound respect for Islam. Westerners, and especially western Christians, often fail to acknowledge the debt they owe to Islam, a tradition that had a huge role in bringing Europe through the Dark Ages and into the Renaissance. Michael McGirr Books That Saved My LifeI tell students and anyone else who expresses a mindless contempt for Islam that if they truly feel that way then they should have the strength of their convictions and stop using Arabic numerals. The reason we use Arabic numbers in the first place is that they embody a philosophical concept that was inaccessible to Roman numerals and that, indeed, was threatening to medieval Christianity. That is the idea of zero, the representation of nothing, the articulation of the void.

Zero is a wonderful image of eternity. If you try to divide anything by zero, you have an experience of both the eternal and the absurd right before your eyes, beneath the tip of a cheap pencil. Zero is a perfect circle with nothing to enclose: it has neither beginning nor end. Christians sometimes scratch their heads when Muslims speak of the impossibility of creating visual images of the divine. Mosques don't have statues or pictures. But zero is, in fact, not a bad representation of the sacred.

Christianity tells stories; Islam finds designs, patterns, mosaics. These communities should love each other. Often enough it looks like there is zero chance of that. The prophet Muhammad was one of the liberators of history. It's a pity that a small number of his followers are hell-bent, to use the expression literally, on poisoning their own water. I wouldn't want Christianity judged by the actions of the Ku Klux Klan.

I offer my students a more sympathetic account of the mysticism of Islam than they are likely to get from the media at large. We visit mosques. On one occasion, an imam explained the beliefs of Islam, then quickly moved on to a range of herbal cosmetics and medicines which he was selling, clearly as part of a pyramid scheme. There was comfort in knowing that dodgy practices could cross religious boundaries.

Another mosque, in a northern suburb, occupied a former showroom on top of nondescript shops. It was so plain that, looking for a minaret or a dome shining in the sun, we were 20 minutes late. The imam spoke simply about the need for community and belonging and a moral structure for living, precisely the messages we try to impart to the students on our side of the tracks. Someone asked about 'jihad'. The imam explained that it has nothing to do with violence.

The word means 'struggle'. He hoped that all of us were engaged in the struggle to become the best people we could be. To achieve that, we needed both ancient wisdom and a contemporary community. It was important not to struggle against but to struggle with.

"The act of memory requires humility; you have to surrender yourself. The great traditions of wisdom are inaccessible without it. Apps are handy. You can carry a thousand works of literature in your phone. But they will never be part of you."

'Why do we have to take off our shoes?' asked one student.

'It shows respect. Respect is one of the crutches we need to help us learn reverence.' It was an interesting image. 'No one runs to God. We only get there on crutches.'

*****

In another mosque, Sherene Hassan, the founder of Melbourne's Islamic Museum of Australia, tells us that there are about 6200 verses in the Qur'an and less than a dozen suggest any kind of violence. Sometimes the Qur'an pacifies its biblical antecedents, such as in the way it retells the story of the world's first murder, that of Abel by his brother Cain, an event that does not record history but, like so much in sacred texts, is more focused on creating a future. The Qur'an's version ends with the words: 'the one who kills a soul ... it is as if he killed the whole of mankind.'

Imam Mehmet Salih Dogan told us about his journey from Turkey and how he was proud of the work his wife was doing as a midwife in the enormous public hospital just across the road from where his community was trying to build a new mosque. 'She helps bring life into the world. That is what Islam is all about. Bringing life to the world.'

The imam introduced us to a year ten student from the local high school, a young man in a cheap tracksuit. He wore his baseball hat backwards. We had to remove our shoes, but hats were acceptable. This chap had already committed a third of the Qur'an to memory. In Arabic. It poured out of him as if it was too much for a single body to contain.

'Wow,' said Shaun, one of our group, seldom short of a word. 'That's incredible.'

The boy explained that the word Qur'an meant 'recitation': it is a work that doesn't yield its magic on the page, but only in being heard aloud within a community. His life's goal was to memorise the entire book.

The Prophet Muhammad could neither read nor write, a fact often mentioned to support the belief that the Qur'an is divinely inspired. A better proof, in my view, is not so much how a book was created as what it, in turn, creates. All of my students were struck dumb by the commitment of this young man to the Qur'an and to the Arabic well from which it was drawn. I was having a holy struggle of my own to get some of them to read the 50 small pages of Mark's Gospel, let alone commit any of it to memory.

Modern education is prone to neglect the importance of memory. This does not mean rote learning. It means taking something important into the fabric of your being. People who have memorised great poetry will speak about this. So will actors who have performed Shakespeare and other major texts, as well as pianists and singers who have remembered breathtaking works. Such things shape the memory and in turn shape the person. The memory is like a muscle. It needs to do heavy lifting to gain its strength and power. The act of memory requires humility; you have to surrender yourself.

The great traditions of wisdom are inaccessible without it. Apps are handy. You can carry a thousand works of literature in your phone. But they will never be part of you.

The students always ask the same question. 'Why do we have to remove our shoes?' Shaun queried the imam.

'Because when I smell your feet,' he replied. 'I know we share the same humanity.'

We all laughed.

'And if we share the same humanity,' he continued, 'we can only share the same God.'

This is an extract from Books That Saved My Life, by Michael McGirr. Read Andrew Hamilton's review of the book here.

Michael McGirrMichael McGirr is the bestselling author of Snooze: The Lost Art of Sleep, Bypass and Things You Get for Free. He has reviewed almost one thousand books for various newspapers; his short fiction has appeared in Australian and overseas publications; and he has been a publisher of Eureka Street and fiction editor at Meanjin.

.https://www.eurekastreet.com.au/article/christianity-tells-stories--islam-finds-designs

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再生核研究所声明490（2019.6.21）令和革新の大義、　趣旨　ー　初等数学

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公表の下記の文章を見ると　おかしな人の文章に見える。 内容が凄いからである。しかし、文体を　文章を読むと可笑しい感じではない。しかし、内容は。　述べられていることは真実か　否か。大げさに　書かれていないか。　小さなことを　大きく述べていないか。　などなど当然考えられる。

しかしながら、繰り返し　数年にわたって、その思いは　確認され、信念は　深まるばかりである。　内容は、ほとんど当たり前なのであるが、それが、ユークリッド以来、アリストテレス以来の　空間の認識を変え、全く新しい世界が出てきた。　沢山の明確な例を得ている。　超古典の数学の補完、修正である。　ゼロで割れて、新しい世界が現れてきた。夢のような事件である。 ２０１９．６．１７．６：１４

現代初等数学に　基本的な欠陥があるのは　歴然である。 ２０１９．５．１７．３：３０ 1/0, 0/0, \tan(\pi/2) 　が分からないとは、何と恥ずかしいことか。 令和時代に　日本発の　文化として、世界史に貢献したい。 令和とは 偶然、ゼロ除算の概念から、全ての和を考えるとゼロになるという、ゼロの雄大で深い意味を表わす。２０００年を越える数学の歴史には　未だ数学の前史時代を思わせるような基本的な欠陥がある。 改元を機会に、令和時代にゼロ除算算法を取り入れた新数学を発展させて、令和時代の世界文化遺産 になるように　日本国は先導し、努力して、今こそ世界の数理科学に貢献しよう。 再生核研究所 令和　元年　５．１． 付記：　 再生核研究所声明481（2019.4.4.）　改元に当たって、日本からの贈り物、ゼロ除算算法　ー　新数学

そこで、上記を裏付けるために　改められるべき数学の大勢を一般向きに述べて、いわば、令和革新の内容を　述べて、令和革新の大義を明らかにしたい。

まずゼロで割っていはいけない、分母がゼロの場合を　極限などの概念を避けて考えてはならないの　２０００年を越える　数学十戎の第一　を改め、ゼロで割ることを考える、新世界を拓く。　分母がゼロである場合、またゼロで割ることを　今後は広く考える。　これはゼロ除算の意味を正確に捉え、ゼロ除算算法として定式化することによって　何時でも���能になり、　従来考えてこなかった新世界が現れてくる。その意味で、1/0=0/0=z/0= \tan(\pi/2)= \log 0=0　であり、無限遠点はゼロで表され、直角座標系で　ｙ軸の勾配はゼロである、基本関数　y=1/x 　の原点での値は　ゼロであるなど、驚嘆すべき新しい結果を導く。ユークリッド空間のモデル、リーマン球面のモデルの　超古典的なモデルはアリストテレス、ユークリッドの世界観、数学観さえ変更が要求される。　微分の概念や積分の概念さえ補完されて修正されなければならない。曲率や特異点の概念さえ変更が　要求される。 --　解析関数は　孤立特異点その所で 固有の意味を有するという 新世界が現れてきた。これらのことは 四則演算の除算の欠けていたゼロ除算を可能にしたのであるから、初等数学全般の革新を意味するのは 当然である。

これらの改革には １０年くらいの歳月を必要として、多くの人材の参画が必要であり、これらの基本数学の変革は 将来　日本発の世界文化遺産になるべきものであることは、絶対である数学の必然として　既に歴然であると考える。

これらの数学の素人向きの解説は　５５カ月に亘って次で与えられている：

数学基礎学力研究会公式サイト 楽しい数学

www.mirun.sctv.jp/~suugaku/

数学的な解説論文は　次で公表されている：

viXra:1904.0408 submitted on 2019-04-22 00:32:30,

What Was Division by Zero?; Division by Zero Calculus and New World

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祝改元　令 和

改元、令和時代 を祝する。令和とは 偶然、ゼロ除算の概念から、全ての和を考えるとゼロになるという、ゼロの雄大で深い意味を表わす。２０００年を越える数学の歴史には　未だ数学の前史時代を思わせるような基本的な欠陥がある。

改元を機会に、令和時代にゼロ除算算法を取り入れた新数学を発展させて、令和時代の世界文化遺産 になるように　日本国は先導し、努力して、今こそ世界の数理科学に貢献しよう。

再生核研究所

令和　元年　５．１．

付記：　

再生核研究所声明481（2019.4.4.）　改元に当たって、日本からの贈り物、ゼロ除算算法　ー　新数学

(　流石に　素晴らしい日本の文化。感銘しました。力が湧いてきました��凄い考えも浮かんできました。令和。

新元号　令和は、漢字、発音、形、由来、素晴らしいと感じました。 そこで、力が　湧いてきました。　ゼロ除算算法は　特異点の世界に立ち入った　全く新しい世界、数学ですので、　改元を機会に　日本発（初）の　数学の基礎の確立に貢献したい。　日本数学会、日本国の力をかけて　世界に貢献すべく努力したい。

https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E4%BB%A4%E5%92%8C

時ときに、初春しよしゆんの令月れいげつにして、気き淑よく風かぜ和やはらぎ、梅うめは鏡前きやうぜんの粉こを披ひらき、蘭らんは珮後はいごの香かうを薫かをらす。 ）

そこで、万葉の美しい心情を篤く受け止めて　ややもすると日本の文化、精神の弱点とみられる数理科学の基礎に　日本国が今後永く世界に貢献できる新数学として　ゼロ除算算法の大きな展望を　新時代を迎えるに当たって述べたい。日本発（初）の基礎数学、新しい世界観を　世界の文化に貢献すべく世界に展開しようではないか。

そもそもゼロ除算算法とは、ゼロで割る問題　(ゼロ除算)　から由来するが、ゼロ除算は　古くはアリストテレス以来　不可能であることの象徴と考えられ、物理学上でもアインシュタインの最大の懸案の問題であったとされる。特異点での問題はブラックホールの問題と絡ませて、現在でも広く議論されている。しかるにその本質はゼロ除算算法の概念で捉えられ、原理は解析関数の孤立特異点での　新しい世界の発見　として説明される。従来、特異点においては、特異点の近くでの研究を行い、特異点そこでは考えて来なかった。すなわち、特異点そのものでの研究を可能にしたものであるから、全く新規な世界、数学である。不可能であると２０００年を越えて考えられてきたところ、可能になったのであるから、その大きな意義と影響は既に歴然である。その影響は数学の全般に及ぶばかりか、我々の世界観に甚大なる影響を与え、世界史の大きな展開期を迎えるだろう。現代初等数学は、本質的な欠陥を有し、数学の基本的な再構成が求められ、新しい未知の雄大な世界の解明が求められている。

今こそ、新時代を迎えるに呼応して、新数学、新時代を開拓して、日本国は世界に貢献できるように、努力して行こう。

これらの事実を裏付けするものとして、次を参照されたい：

再生核研究所声明 479(2019.3.12) 　遅れをとったゼロ除算　－　活かされな　い敗戦経験とイギリスの畏れるべき戦略

再生核研究所声明　480(2019.3.26) 　日本の数学の後進性

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７歳の少女が、当たり前である（100/0=0、0/0=0）と言っているゼロ除算を　多くの大学教授が、信じられない結果と言っているのは、まことに奇妙な事件と言えるのではないでしょうか。 1/0=0、0/0=0、z/0=0 division by zero（a⁄0 ）ゼロ除算　1/0=0、0/0=0、z/0=0 1/0=0/0=z/0= \tan (\pi/2)=0. 小学校以上で、最も知られている基本的な数学の結果は何でしょうか・・・ ゼロ除算（1/0=0、0/0=0、z/0=0）かピタゴラスの定理（a2 + b2 = c2 ）ではないでしょうか。 https://www.pinterest.com/pin/234468724326618408/ 1+0=1　1－0=1　1×0=0　　では、1/0・・・・・・・・・幾つでしょうか。 0??? 　本当に大丈夫ですか・・・・・0×0=1で矛盾になりませんか・・・・ 数学で「A÷０」（ゼロで割る）がダメな理由を教えてください。 http://detail.chiebukuro.yahoo.co.jp/.../ques.../q1411588849 #知恵袋_ 割り算を掛け算の逆だと定義した人は、誰でしょう？？？ Title page of Leonhard Euler, Vollständige Anleitung zur Algebra, Vol. 1 (edition of 1771, first published in 1770), and p. 34 from Article 83, where Euler explains why a number divided by zero gives infinity. https://notevenpast.org/dividing-nothing/ multiplication・・・・・増える 掛け算（×） 1より小さい数を掛けたら小さくなる。 大きくなるとは限らない。 0×0=0・・・・・・・・・だから0で割れないと考えた。 唯根拠もなしに、出鱈目に言っている人は世に多い。 加（+）・減（-）・乗（×）・除（÷） 除法（じょほう、英: division）とは、乗法の逆演算・・・・間違いの元 乗（×）は、加（+） 除（÷）は、減（-） http://detail.chiebukuro.yahoo.co.jp/.../q14.../a37209195... http://www.mirun.sctv.jp/.../%E5%A0%AA%E3%82%89%E3%81%AA... 何とゼロ除算は、可能になるだろうと　April 12, 2011　に　公に　予想されていたことを　発見した。 多くの数学で できないが、できるようになってきた経緯から述べられたものである。 ０を引いても引いたことにならないから： 君に０円の月給を永遠に払いますから心配しないでください： 変化がない：引いたことにはならない：

今受け取ったメールです。 何十年もゼロ除算の研究をされてきた人が、積極的に我々の理論の正当性を認めてきた。

Re: 1/0=0/0=0 example JAMES ANDERSON james.a.d.w.anderson@btinternet.com apr, 2 at 15:03 All,

Saitoh’s claim is wider than 1/0 = 0. It is x/0 = 0 for all real x. Real numbers are a field. The axioms of fields define the multiplicative inverse for every number except zero. Saitoh generalises this inverse to give 0^(-1) = 0. The axioms give the freedom to do this. The really important thing is that the result is zero - a number for which the field axioms hold. So Saitoh’s generalised system is still a field. This makes it attractive for algebraic reasons but, in my view, it is unattractive when dealing with calculus.

There is no milage in declaring Saitoh wrong. The only objections one can make are to usefulness. That is why Saitoh publishes so many notes on the usefulness of his system. I do the same with my system, but my method is to establish usefulness by extending many areas of mathematics and establishing new mathematical results.

That said, there is value in examining the logical basis of the various proposed number systems. We might find errors in them and we certainly can find areas of overlap and difference. These areas inform the choice of number system for different applications. This analysis helps determine where each number system will be useful.

James Anderson Sent from my iPhone

The deduction that z/0 = 0, for any z, is based in Saitoh's geometric intuition and it is currently applied in proof assistant technology, which are useful in industry and in the military.

Is It Really Impossible To Divide By Zero?

https://juniperpublishers.com/bboaj/pdf/BBOAJ.MS.ID.555703.pdf

Dear the leading person:

How will be the below information?

The biggest scandal:

The typical good comment for the first draft is given by some physicist as follows:

Here is how I see the problem with prohibition on division by zero,

which is the biggest scandal in modern mathematics as you rightly pointed out (2017.10.14.08:55)

A typical wrong idea will be given as follows:

mathematical life is very good without division by zero (2018.2.8.21:43).

It is nice to know that you will present your result at the Tokyo Institute of Technology. Please remember to mention Isabelle/HOL, which is a software in which x/0 = 0. This software is the result of many years of research and a millions of dollars were invested in it. If x/0 = 0 was false, all these money was for nothing. Right now, there is a team of mathematicians formalizing all the mathematics in Isabelle/HOL, where x/0 = 0 for all x, so this mathematical relation is the future of mathematics. https://www.cl.cam.ac.uk/~lp15/Grants/Alexandria/

José Manuel Rodríguez Caballero

Added an answer

In the proof assistant Isabelle/HOL we have x/0 = 0 for each number x. This is advantageous in order to simplify the proofs. You can download this proof assistant here: https://isabelle.in.tum.de/

Nevertheless, you can use that x/0 = 0, following the rules from Isabelle/HOL and you will obtain no contradiction. Indeed, you can check this fact just downloading Isabelle/HOL: https://isabelle.in.tum.de/

and copying the following code

theory DivByZeroSatoih imports Complex_Main

begin

theorem T: ‹x/0 + 2000 = 2000› for x :: complex by simp

end

2019/03/30 18:42 (11 時間前)

Close the mysterious and long history of division by zero and open the new world since Aristotelēs-Euclid:　1/0=0/0=z/0= \tan (\pi/2)=0.

Sangaku Journal of Mathematics (SJM) c ⃝SJMISSN 2534-9562 Volume 2 (2018), pp. 57-73 Received 20 November 2018. Published on-line 29 November 2018 web: http://www.sangaku-journal.eu/ c ⃝The Author(s) This article is published with open access1.

Wasan Geometry and Division by Zero Calculus

∗Hiroshi Okumura and ∗∗Saburou Saitoh

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Black holes are where God divided by 0：Division by zero：1/0=0/0=z/0=\tan(\pi/2)=0 発見５周年を迎えて

You're God ! Yeah that's right...

You're creating the Universe and you're doing ok...

But Holy fudge ! You just made a division by zero and created a blackhole !! Ok, don't panic and shut your fudging mouth !

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A poem about division from Hacker's Delight Last updated 5 weeks ago

I was re-reading Hacker's Delight and on page 202 I found a poem about division that I had forgotten about.

I think that I shall never envision An op unlovely as division. An op whose answer must be guessed And then, through multiply, assessed; An op for which we dearly pay, In cycles wasted every day. Division code is often hairy; Long division's downright scary. The proofs can overtax your brain, The ceiling and floor may drive you insane. Good code to divide takes a Knuthian hero, But even God can't divide by zero! Henry S. Warren, author of Hacker's Delight.　

https://catonmat.net/poem-from-hackers-delight

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Day One: “Usually it’s just a kiss under the mistletoe…”

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