#abel morales fanfic

[winniethewife]

I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone (Abel Morales X GN!reader)

Week 5: Struggles

Warnings: AIDS epidemic, Talk of Illness, Talk of death, Angst, probably some historical inaccuracies,

A/n: For @romanarose 's Pride event!

Words: 981

Abel walked into their home after a long day at the office. He was expecting to see his partner sitting in the living room, reading the evening paper or pehaps curled up with a good book. But not tonight, tonight he walks into chaos, their suit case in the living room half full of their things. He felt a thudding in his chest. What was happening, had he fucked something up? He set his brief case down and called out their name, walking quickly though the house to find them.

“Darling?” He poked his head into their bedroom to find them sitting on the couch with their head in their hands crying. Abel went straight into fix it mode.  “What’s wrong, Talk to me.”

“I-Its Danny, he’s sick…He found…Lesions.” They looked at Abel, tears streaking down their face. Danny Their brother, The only family they had left. Abel tried to figure out what they meant. He took their hand in his and ran his thumb over their knuckles. That’s when it dawned on him.

“No…Not…Oh god…Danny.” Abel closed his eyes in dismay. The headlines flashing across his mind, everything he had read about AIDS, how many were dying. He had never really thought about it before Danny had come out of the closet, He had figured what people did in their own lives was up to them, not him.

“He’s in the hospital in Philly, I need to…Abel he’s all alone…” They looked up at him with tears in their eyes. Abel knew then and there.

“Okay get our bags packed I’ll call the office and I’ll get the car ready.” He pressed a kiss to the side of their head and stood up to do what he said, but he felt their hand around his. He looked back at them, worried there was more.

“Thank you.” They said softly.

“Of course…Danny’s family… We can’t leave him alone.”

~

The two hour drive was torture. There was no way to get an update until they got to the hospital, they had rung the hospital before they had left to let Danny know they were coming, But every minute was torture. They looked out the window, tapping a nervous rhythm on her leg, the music on the radio doing little to sooth their nerves. Abel looked over at them for a second before looking back at the road. He had, no idea how to comfort them, because for every comforting thing he could think to say, there was a voice in the back of his mind saying “You know that’s not true.”  with a statistic or news article headline to back it up with evidence, which just lead to a long silent drive.

“He’s going to die Abel.” They softly said. The first thing he wanted to say was that they didn’t know that for sure, or that there had to be something they could do, but yet again, the fact was, there was no research to back that up, only a rising death count.

“I…I know. I’m so sorry darling.” He said gently as he put his hand on their thigh. Tears started to fall down their face again. They were glad for Abel’s stubborn need to be honest right then. The idea of hearing the typical comforting phrases right then was atrocious. They looked over at Abel, taking in his sharp features and focused gaze. They felt overwhelmingly grateful for everything that he was doing, taking time away from work, driving all the way to Philadelphia, being there for them in their time of need.

“Thank you Abel.” She smiles at him through the tears, He looks at her for a second before focusing on the road, gently squeezing their thigh again in response.

~

Abel stood outside the Hospital room listening to the doctor ramble on and on, while they sat by Danny’s bedside. It was obvious that this hospital wasn’t equipped for this, or were too prejudiced to give a damn.  He had been shocked when they got there how bad Danny looked. He was sickly pale and thin as a pole, he barely looked like the man Abel had met many times over the years. Abel listened to the doctor talk about the treatments they had tried and how they were unequipped and that they might do better if they took Danny to a better hospital. It felt like the doctor was doing everything but right out saying “Make this queer someone else’s problem.” Abel Nodded along occasionally glancing over at his partner. They were sitting in the chair next to Danny’s bedside and holding his hand, dirty looks from the nurses be dammed, this is Danny, their brother, the one person they could trust with everything.

“I’ll handle it, thank you doctor.” Abel muttered before going in the room. He put a hand on their shoulder bringing their focus on him. “I’m going call the hospitals near us and find out who can take Danny, He deserves the best doctors. I’ll pay for it.” Abel said with authority, this wasn’t something they were supposed to argue with, he had already made up his mind. They nodded. They felt like they should say something, show how thankful they are for him figuring this out, for doing everything he can, but they can’t seem to find the right words. As Abel pressed a kiss to the side of their face and took a moment to reach out and touch Danny’s blanket covered sleeping form, they knew one thing. This was something they would never forget. Even in the years to come, when Danny was gone, when they would start an organization in his name, when they would fight alongside many just like him for their rights, they would remember everything that Abel did to save Danny despite the inevitable.

They could never repay him

They never had to.

~

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Turn My Lead Into Gold

Abel Morales x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 30: Afternoon Delight

Summary: Your friend is on their deathbed, so you turn to an unlikely source for help.

A/N: Thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading, she is the MVP here <3

Warnings: fairy!Abel, dubcon because this is a deal, but reader is into it, kissing, p in v sex, cream pie, reader has a friend who is very ill, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1454

He smiles at you dressed in a sharp suit and soft camel wool coat. The late afternoon sunshine filters through the trees, the sun close to setting. 

He wasn’t what you’d expected. 

“You can call me Abel.” He says politely and offers you his hand.

You swallow and shake it. But say nothing.

He laughs, “Not going to give me a name?” 

“You can call me whatever you want.” You say softly. 

“Very good, very good.” He strokes his thumb over the back of your hand. “I won’t beat around the bush, you know what I am, and I know why you’re here. You want a deal.”

You nod. 

“What for?” 

“My friend… they’re ill, things… things don’t look good.” You try not to let the tears well up in your eyes. 

Abel nods. “They’re close to their end in this realm.” 

You nod again, trying not to get caught up in how he moves, in how painfully beautiful he is.

“And you don’t want them to be.” He strokes his neck, still keeping a hold of your hand. “I’m quite impressed, most mortals have either given up asking us for favours or they have forgotten how to.”

“A deal,” you repeat, stressing the word. “Not a favour.” No way you were going to be in a fae’s debt. 

He smiles again, “A deal. You’re quite right. Well… You want me to cure them, completely?” 

“Yes.” 

“What makes you think I can?” He asks, almost sing song. 

“I…” You swallow, “In my research you’re…”

“I’m?” He practically purrs.

“Your sigil… denotes someone with great power.” 

“And you thought,” he lets go of your hand to walk around you, “what a good idea to summon someone with the power over life and death?” He stops behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and you manage not to jump. 

“I invited you, I didn’t summon you.” You say quietly, somehow keeping your voice even. 

Abel leans close, his lips at your ear. “And I came… Why do you think that is?” 

You pause, clenching your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “Boredom?”

He laughs again, but this sound is kind. “Intrigue.” Slowly he moves around to face you again. He looks over you slowly, “Most want power. In the end, it’s all for selfish reasons.” 

He cocks his head to the side when you don’t object. “Aren’t you going to tell me saving your friend’s life is noble? That you’re on the path of righteousness?” 

You shake your head. “They are my friend and I love them, I don’t want them to suffer, and I don’t want them to die. It’s selfish. I don’t want to be without them.” You screw up your eyes and swallow down the thickness in your throat. 

Abel pauses and then lightly touches your cheek. His fingers are warm despite the cool autumn air. “Sit.” He gestures to the leaf covered ground. 

You kneel slowly and he follows, smiling softly. 

“Lay back.” 

“I…” 

“You wanted a deal, did you not?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “For me to save your friend’s life?” 

“What is… what do you want in return?” 

“Nothing that will harm you to give, or enchant you, you have my word.” 

You pause, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Do you not trust me?” He teases, lightly touching your cheek again as he inches closer. 

You know you can’t say anything but yes, all other options would be insulting and leave you at best, alone with no deal. 

“Yes.” You say softly and he smiles. 

Slowly he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, soft and sweet. You gasp, not expecting the kiss. And in the time it takes you to breathe in, the world shifts, gravity flipping as you’re gently pulled by a force you can’t see flat onto your back. 

Abel follows you, delighting in the shock that plays out on your face, his body covering yours. He slips between your legs, kissing you lightly as he settles.

The leaves underneath you are soft, warm. Slowly rising and falling as if the forest floor was alive and breathing. 

“Let me make love to you.” He whispers softly in your ear, “In exchange your friend will fully recover.” 

“Why?” You can’t stop the word from falling out of your mouth, but to your relief, he chuckles.

“You may ask me that the next time we meet.” 

“The next time?” 

“Ah, mortals, so full of questions,” he teases, “do you agree to the deal or not?” 

You nod softly. “I agree.” 

“Good mortal,” he whispers, drawing out the word and then grins when you frown, “what? You said for me to call you whatever I wanted.” 

You bite back the sharp comment you want to throw at him. Even if he wasn’t a fae, something about the cheeky smile and soft eyes he gives you leaves you weak. 

There’s an odd sensation along the seams of your trousers, a pull and then snap as the treads undo and come loose seemingly of their own will. You flinch, but Abel chuckles again and soothes you with kisses to your jaw.

“Pay it no mind.” 

“I…”

He licks into your mouth hungrily, tasting of honey and sweet fruit, holding you tight under him as your clothing falls away. He slides one hand down to your hip, the only material now covering him is his warm coat. It drapes around you both, spilling out onto the forest floor. 

You barely have a second to feel his warm bare skin against yours before he’s notching his thick cock at your entrance and pushing in with a deep groan.

You gasp, tense, expecting pain from the suddenness and apparent size. But instead, there is only pleasure. It floods into your veins, burning along your skin and you writhe, bucking mindlessly as he slips deeper. 

He grunts happily, pressing lightly at your inner thigh to spread you wider. “Ah, I had forgotten what humans feel like.” He nips at your neck, grinning as your back arches. “And you feel divine.” 

Slowly he rocks inside of you, pushing that deep pleasure further and further into your body as you’re split open. You cry out, your body taking over your mind and catching the sensation. 

“That’s it, that’s it,” he groans, his eyes burning with glee as you move under him. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” 

You whine and he sucks at your jaw, licks down your neck to your chest and sucks on your breasts. All while he keeps that deep, liquid pace. Like waves rolling into the shore, unrelenting as he pulls you apart slowly. 

“Please,” you hiccup, forgetting yourself for a moment. 

“Ah, they beg.” He mutters into your skin. “Do not worry, I won’t take advantage of your state.” He sucks a love bite into the side of your breast. “I would beg you, in turn, to say my name in that breathy voice of yours.”

“Abel,” you cry out without thinking and he moans, moving up quickly to capture your mouth with his. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whispers between harsh kisses. “Mine and mine alone. You’ll come for me, won’t you? Let me hear you when you release.” 

You whine, grabbing at his shoulders as he pushes on the back of your thighs, pressing them against your stomach. 

Your toes curl, your mind practically floating as he keeps moving, keeps pushing you higher and higher, seemingly never-ending. You run your hands through his soft hair, trying to pull him closer for another kiss, but he keeps himself tantalisingly out of reach, watching you with dark, desperate eyes as you contort in pleasure. 

You bite your lip, your thighs shaking, so close as the bud forms in your stomach, ready to bloom. 

Abel gasps, thrusting deep, his coat fluttering. You realise now, that it’s not a coat at all, but wings, gossamer gold and tan, they raise up, impossibly tall stretching out until they block out the canopy from your vision.

You sob as you come hard, the pleasure hitting and spreading across your veins like a curse, singing along every vein as you cry out into the forest. 

He moans deeply, speaking in a language you do not understand as he empties himself within, spilling and spilling until you are as full as you can be. 

Part of you expects him to disappear the second you start to come back to yourself, to leave you there sweaty and grimy on the forest floor. 

But instead, he nuzzles your cheek and kisses you lightly, his hands running down your ribs. He smiles at you as he tilts your chin up again and presses his lips to yours. 

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[spicyllewyn]

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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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 💕

[kaledya]

You deserve everything. You. Not me. Your art is everything, I think everyone can agree !*give a bouquet of flowers* 🌸🌸🌸 _

Its great that you thoughts about Cain and Abel because I haven't think at all ! I think if I talk about them it will be in season 3 or 4 ? But its great another follower of yours is writing about them !

Not the twilight ptsd (I can't ahah)

I didn't see Supernatural (too many episodess), I'm more Vampire Diaries/Originals but...

Wait a minute. So Cain is the father of murder who written so... technically he is in Hell as Sinner ? In SSAU ? Just curious ! Where is he ? _

Very intelligent and nice character.. hum... I found one!! After some reflexion. Sam in Game of Thrones ? Does it works ? He is very intelligent in comparison of others!

Yeah the harem in my head is wild. But its fine. The boys are fine. And Jack is very clever in a... foxy way. I have James Bond too somewhere, I'm sure they get along. And Raphael will have very interesting chat !

Hannibal : Hello. *scylla song epic the musical begin* You : son ! Raphael ! Run(row) for your life ! Raphael : what– Me : don't worry you will regenerate! See you later ! Don't be traumatised please. Thanks.

This is chaos ahah.

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The next gifts are sent !🌸 I kinda thinking making Verdelet in maid outfit for 200 kudos achieved ? Good idea ? I don't know. Is it a good gift for everyone ? Its funny !

Fun fact : i draw a first version of Hürrem late at night and when I woke up on the morning I was like "what is THIS ?!" so I draw her again.

Thank you for accepting Hürrem as partner with Giovanni !!

Have a nice day too, as always !

NOO!! (ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING TOO!!!

I love your writing and it's seriously one of the things that gives me the most morale during the days I'm having right now! seriously reading your ideas. And see your writing It makes meso happy. Even though when I'm unhappy, I'm become happier because I'm thinking Marquisev will published a new episode soon .Seriously, don't underestimate yourself, you deserve everything too.

Also, you draw beautifully too.If you do not have a tablet, I recommend IbisPaintX. You can take the drawings you have drawn on paper with your phone, convert them into lineart format and use them as digital drawings.You are seriously a very talented person, you really deserve everything.

And I really want to shower you with gifts, but I can't draw many art these days, and I would like to thank you very much for the drawing gifts you gave me. Every time ı see them ıll be like Do I really deserve these?

So in short, you are truly someone who deserves everything and thank you for everything!!!

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

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I don't think much of it, but after the fanfic written by Void-maker, I was inspired and started to think that the two of them would be interesting characters, especially Cain.

Yes, the best idea is to have them at 3 or 4. You already have a lot of characters that need to be processed!

Yes, the fanfic written by Void-maker is really fun to read and I love the dialogue writing!!

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Yeah twilight PTSD *crying*Every time I see a half-naked werewolf, I say:

"Put a t-shirt on! your nipples are staring at my soul!!"

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Yes, it's long, but technically, if you watch up to 5 or 12, the rest is bad. A seriously entertaining series with lots of creatures, demons and angels. Also, the main characters are interesting types.

I watched the originals but then stopped, I don't remember exactly why?I was thinking of watching Vampire Diaries, do you rec that is it good?

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Cain is not a sinner. According to my research, God cursed him with immortality after he committed the first murder.In fact, I think it was mentioned as "the man who wants to die more than anything else and cannot die"He can go to hell if he wants, but he is not a sinner and has been wandering around the world for thousands of years.And I guess that makes him an interesting character because I don't think the human mind is designed to live that long.That's why Cain's experiences and personality are interesting.

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Sam can be considered I think ,he was both smart and cinnamon roll.

AND lmao the dialogues you wrote were great, probably dialogues will ne like This if we were there!

FANFIC LAST WHEN I LOOKED IT WAS 199 PLEASE DRAW HIM WİTH THAT

Öhm.. I mekan I think that's a very good idea my good Man*with british Accent* I'm quite sure The reader will Love to see him in that maid outfit.

WHAT??? The first version was great but you made her even more awesome!!! SHOW MEEEEEEEE!!!

Of course I will accept it, I really thank you for creating Hürrem!!!

I hope you have a good day, take care of yourself!!🫂🫂🫂

[foxydivaxx]

Okay here is a masterlist of my work so far or at lest the stuff I want everyone to see because some of my past posts make me cringe:

Character Playlists

Character Playlists

Introducing the Bad Romance Cast

Bad Romance Cast

Idol Sanji Headcanons:

Idol Sanji Headcanon 1

Idol Sanji Headcanon 2

Idol Sanji Headcanon 3

Idol Sanji Headcanon 4

Idol Sanji Headcanon 5

Idol Sanji Sturvs

More Idol Sanji Headcanons

Zosan Goodies

Zosan: Late Night Birthday Special

Zosan Headcanons:

Zosan Sturvs

Zosan More Headcanons

Zosan NSFW Headcanons

Zosan Marriage Bliss 1

Zosan Marriage Bliss 2

Zosan Actor AU 1

Zosan Actor Au 2

Zoro Headcanons

Zoro Idol Au

Zoro Headcanons 2

Chronicles of King Nasty with Ezreal

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chronicles of King Nasty Uncensored (The Version of The story where Ezreal does not provide commentary)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Heartsteel Ezreal

Headcanons Part 1

Sanji and Sukuna

Headcanons

One Piece Actor Au

Headcanon 1

Headcanon 2

Headcanon 3

Vinsmoke Family Au

Headcanons

Aogiri Headcanon

Part 1

Inner Circle

Headcanons 1

Gossip Girl: Bad Romance

Preview

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Zosan: Look What You Made Me Do

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Zosan: Broken Bird

One Shot

Zosan: End Of Paradise

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Gossip Girl AU Prequel: Z After Dark

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Hetalia Actor AU: hERE

MY AO3

Here you go

DC COMICS FANFICS:

Cassie Sandsmark: Oddssey

Snippet

Prologue

Osiris

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Blue Exorcist Fanfic:

Abel and Cain

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Wrestling AU

Everyone’s moral alignment

Yugioh Fanfiction

Yugioh Pretty Little Liars Style

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Zosan: Prince Charming

One shot

Sanji: The Love Life Of Sanji

One Shot

Gossip Girl AU Father Day Special

Sanji

Zoro

[mistystarshine]

Considering some of your current answers, do you think that sexism is the reason Sera is so hated by the fanbase, even though she sports some good characteristics (that are completely removed in fanworks featuring her as a prominent character)? That, or media illiteracy (combined with sexism)?

I think that sexism is definitely part of it. I also think that media illiteracy is also a decent chunk of it. However, in terms of fanwork specifically, I think there's a completely unrelated reason that is a big part of it.

Hazbin Hotel only gave us five angels with names, and only four of them possess characterization: Adam, Lute, Sera, and Emily. That means that if you want an angel to serve as a villain and you want them to be a canon character, you need to use one of them. Emily is out unless you either get really OOC or REALLY creative. Adam and Lute are obvious choices, but if you're doing a story where they're sympathetic or getting a redemption arc, they're out. Or even if they aren't, but you want more than one angelic villain, who does that leave you with? Sera.

The simple fact of the matter is that, unless they are very well-written, OOC characters tend to be more well-received than OCs. There are a lot of people who will outright refuse to give a fic a chance if they know that an OC plays a prominent role. If you want your OC to be well-received, you need to write them well, and that's intimidating! There are people who don't give a shit and are comfortable writing prominent at any experience level, and more power to them! But for other writers, it becomes nerve-wracking. You also need to consider that this is the Hazbin fandom, specifically. It feels, at least to me, that if your story is going to include a prominent OC, they need to be taken from the bible. But not everyone is comfortable writing bible characters who haven't appeared in canon. (I know that I probably wouldn't even if paid! But that's also a little bit due to spite over how much I've been pressured and nagged to write about Eve, Cain, and Abel.) That means that if you're writing an outright OC, there's even more pressure for them to be well-written to "justify" not using a bible character.

No one likes receiving mean comments. When you write OCs, you face an increased risk of receiving mean comments. What's more accepted? Sanding off a complex character's positive attributes to make them fit in an exaggerated or relatively flat villainous role, especially when it's a character who the fanbase does not particularly like.

And you know what? I don't blame them for it! No, I personally won't read fanfics where a character is written especially OOC, even if it is purely because the story needs a villain. Yes, I encourage people to write OCS when there is a hole in the story that needs filling and no canon characters fit. But developing your own characters is hard! It takes lots of time and practice.

I use OCs when there's a gap in the story that none of the canon characters can fill, such as Anastasia and the residents of Oak Creek in Live Again, but it is also worth mentioning that I have been writing for sixteen years. I am actively writing original novels for publishing. I am perfectly comfortable designing my own characters for fics and confident in my ability to flesh them out enough to feel like actual character. But when I was less experienced, I was terrified to include OCs in any of my writing to the point of altering my plots if I would have needed to create an original character for it to work. If you have a story that you want to tell, aren't comfortable writing OCs, and need to write a character OOC to get a villain, then go for it. (Just... don't forget that your characterization isn't canon and start harassing other people for not using the same characterization. This goes for both writing canonically heroic or morally gray characters as outright villains and writing canonically villainous characters as heroic.)

That said... I, personally, would rather read a fic with an OC villain than one with an OOC villain, any day of the week. So what if their writing is a little flawed? People tend to forget that there's a wide spectrum in between 'insufferable Mary Sue' and 'would fit right into canon'. Just because your OC doesn't slot in perfectly doesn't mean that they'll be bad, and you won't get any better at writing them if you don't practice.

[ncarnesir]

A Story of her Own

This is the story of a Sun Summoner that is much much older than the Darkling and is looking for her own haven if one might say. Can Aleksander be that for her? Is it even what she's looking for? Well you'll have to read the story to know ;)

Art on the moodboard is from Abel Klaer

Back in 2021, after watching Shadow and Bone for the first time, I somehow got inspired and started writing. And the result was this, my very first fanfic, A Story of her Own.

To be honest, there are a lot of cringe parts specially in the beginning and you can tell I'm newbie writer, but I'm still super proud of it. What I'm less proud of is that it's still not finished, but I've been working a lot on it recently so maybe I'm finally going to complete this.

I am taking a looooot of liberties in this, regarding canon, the magic system, the history of the world. But I do think it's at least coherent. Also there's a lot of smut because... I like that.

Chapters: 41/~70

Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV), The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Relationships: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Zoya Nazyalensky, Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov, Zoya Nazyalensky/Mal Oretsev

Characters: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova, Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev, Baghra (The Grisha Trilogy), Genya Safin, Zoya Nazyalensky, Ivan (The Grisha Trilogy), Fedyor Kaminsky, Nikolai Lantsov, Nina Zenik

Additional Tags: Darklina - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Endgame The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining, Simp The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova, BAMF Alina Starkov, Morally Grey Alina Starkov, Sankta Alina Starkov, Older Alina, Older Woman/Younger Man, Who's scheming really ?, Morally Ambiguous Character, different POV, Minor Character Death, mild graphic depiction of violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempts, annoying pet names, Mention of triggering subjects coming in the future, Potentially more graphic depiction of violence coming in the future, Unlucky Zoya, Sun Soldier Malyen, BFF Genya, We hate Baghra, Scheming Nikolai, Apparat is not a bad guy, Several Explicit Sex Scene, Dubious Consent, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Dream Sex, Manipulative sex, Rough Sex, Minor sex scene between The Darkling / Zoya (before Alina), Minor oral sex scene between Malyen / Alina, Personal interpretation of how amplifiers work, Personal interpretation of different grishaverse myths, Mainly based on the show, And the Wiki, English is not my 1st language, English is not my beta’s 1st language either, This thing is a full story (with plenty of smut for fun), Rated non-con because, Dream sex she doesn't know is not really a dream, Kissing while the other is not aware, NO rape

Summary:

Everyone always supposed the Sun Summoner would appear one day, the Darkling first, but somehow, they never imagined that maybe she was already there, among them.

Or how Alina is much older than she looks like and is playing a game of her own.

[arcanechariot]

wanna get tagged when i post fanfic updates?

below the cut is a list of characters i write for/lust after (sorted alphabetically by actor) as well as request info for my inbox. the list will be updated over time 💛💛

boyd holbrook

billy (the skeleton twins)

cal (bikeriders)

cap hatfield (hatfields and mccoys)

cary james (behind the candelabra)

danny maguire (run all night)

donald pierce (logan)

eli klaber (indiana jones 5)

ethan miller (higher ground)

john mcbride (the cursed)

johnny cash (a complete unknown)

kaden (two / one)

kyle o'shea (the host)

mike ferro (the fugitive)

miracle guy ryan reiner (we can be heroes)

mo lundy (the free world)

peter kristo (a walk among the tombstones)

pinky (cardboard boxer)

quinn mckenna (the predator)

skip vronsky (morgan)

stephen tynan (beckett)

steve murphy (narcos)

tattooed guy mickey walker (out of the furnace)

the corinthian (the sandman)

thomas 'locke' lockhart (in the shadow of the moon)

ty shaw (vengeance)

vic owen (jane got a gun)

[boyd fic collection]

oscar isaac

abel morales (a most violent year)

anselm vogelweide (big gold brick)

basil stitt (lightningface)

blue jones (sucker punch)

bud cooper (suburbicon)

cecil dennis (revenge for jolly)

detective fartman marco cruz (lenny the wonder dog)

duke leto atreides (dune 2021)

evgeni kolpakov (w.e.)

jonathan levy (scenes from a marriage)

kane (annihilation)

king john (robin hood)

laurent leclaire (in secret)

lucien (ticky tacky)

moon knight system - jake lockley, marc spector & steven grant

nathan bateman (ex machina)

orestes (agora)

peter malkin (operation finale)

poe dameron (star wars)

robbie paulson (law & order: criminal intent)

santiago garcia (triple frontier)

victor frankenstein (??)

william tell (the card counter)

[oscar fic collection]

peter davison

albert campion (campion)

david braithwaite (at home with the braithwaites)

dc davies (the last detective)

elmer (the tomorrow people)

fifth doctor (doctor who)

gavin purcell (p.r.o.b.e.)

henry christmas (mrs. bradley mysteries)

herbie (gypsy)

ian mackerras (magnum pi)

jeremy tyler (tales of the unexpected)

lance fortescue (miss marple)

nicky frazer (midsomer murders)

professor callahan (legally blonde)

stephen claithorne (jonathan creek)

stephen daker (a very peculiar practice)

tristan farnon (all creatures great and small)

[peter fic collection]

tom hardy

bill sykes (oliver)

eames (inception)

eddie brock (venom)

johnny (bikeriders)

ronnie kray (legend)

walton goggins

cooper howard (fallout)

boyd crowder (justified)

lee russell (vice principals)

chris mannix (hateful eight)

venus van dam (sons of anarchy)

lemuel childs (them that follow)

[walton fic collection]

misc.

agent tequila (kingsman: the golden circle) ➤ channing tatum

agent whiskey (kingsman: the golden circle) ➤ pedro pascal

logan howlett (x-men movies) ➤ hugh jackman

remy lebeau / gambit (deadpool and wolverine) ➤ channing tatum

request info

drop me a line if you wanna request something. i might be a little slow (because i'm currently in the final year of my degree) but i'll get on it asap

i will write:

headcanons

sfw and nsfw stuff

stuff including mental/physical health issues or disabilities

x reader stuff (mainly afab! or ftm!)

lmk if things aren't clear

i won't write:

real people (rpf)

certain kinks: emeto, feet, scat

illegal stuff: noncon, necro, underage

i feel like this goes without saying but if a request makes me uncomfy then i won't be writing it but i trust you guys and i trust your judgement 💛💛

[winniethewife]

Thanksgiving Pre-Dinner

(Abel Morales X F!reader X Anna Morales )

Warnings: Oral sex (f!reciving), Almost caught, Threesome, Reader is wearing a skirt, breast play

A/N: You have this post to thank for this

Words: 810

You had shown up to your boss’s house early that Thursday, you had volunteered to help them make a thanksgiving dinner for a company party at their home. You had worked as an assistant in the office for a little over a year and had become a favorite of the couple you work for, but you were unaware to what extent. When Anna opened the door and ushered you inside her hand had lingered on your hip for a moment when she took your coat to hang up, when you had walked into the living room where Abel was reading the newspaper he had looked up and smiled, standing to embrace you, and you felt him take a deep breath in as you had briefly leaned your head on his chest.

You spent the day helping however you could, stirring different dishes, checking the temperature of the food in the oven, carrying plates into the dining room to set the table, it seemed that at every opportunity one of your two bosses had their hands on you. Anna leaning against you as she reaches past you to turn up the temperature of the stove, Abel taking the plates from your hands, letting his fingers graze over yours. You could tell something was going on here.  

As you helped set the table, you felt a hand under the skirt of your dress, surprised you turn to face Abel, his eyes dark with desire.

“I…Y-your wife…” you stutter, not fully formulating at thought as Abel presses himself against you, backing you up to the table, your ass against the hard wooden table, the table cloth and nice china still sat on the table to the side of you.

“Oh she knows.” He said softly as he caresses your hips lifting you carefully onto the table, kneeling between your thighs, his hands running along your inner thighs, his dark brown eyes gazing up at you from between your legs. “If you don’t want this…Just say so, we can stop.” He muttered, his voice low and sultry.

“No! I mean, I want this...” You blurt out, Abel laughs, and you felt your breath hitch in your chest as he pushed your legs apart, his hands creeping up closer to your core. Just then Anna walked into the dining room with a plate filled with dinner rolls, you were almost sure that you were about to be fired and thrown out of their home, but the blonde woman smiles at the sight of her husband kneeling in front of you.

“Well, well it looks like you got started without me.” She chuckles, putting the plate of roles to the side before walking around the table to the other side, reaching for your shoulders, guiding you to lay down in front of her. As Abel works on pulling off your underwear, Anna starts to unbutton your shirt, dragging her nails over your skin leaving a tingling sensation in her wake. You had barely a second to process the feeling of her hands finding their way into your bra when you felt Abel’s tongue slide through the folds of your cunt, you gasp, the sensation was heavenly, his nails digging into the meat of your thighs as his tongue worked in rhythm with her fingers rolling your nipples gently between them, her lips on your neck. It was almost too much. You felt the building of pleasure in you faster than you wanted, you wanted this to last, to feel the two of them working to push you to the edge, this was-

“Holy Fuckin- ngh…” You groaned as you felt your mind wiped clean like clearing a voicemail machine, your orgasm washing over your body as you arched your back up and away from the table. Before you have a chance to reconfigure your mind there was a knocking on the door. all three of you were all startled, but the other two were quicker than you, Able stood, nodded at his wife with a smirk on his face.

“We’ll finish this…after dinner.” He said smiling at you gently squeezing your knee before going to attend to the guests. Anna Helped you sit up get your shirt back on and guided you to the bathroom to give you a moment to sort yourself out.

“Let me know if you need anything, we’ll be waiting for you.” She told you as she caressed your cheek and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before leaving, closing the door behind her. The rest of the evening is filled with shared glances filled with a particular heat, occasional touches that set your body on fire. When finally the last guest left, Anna had sat next to you on the couch, Abel returned, his dark eyes landed on the two of you, a grin on his face.

“Now…Where were we?”

~

masterlist

Tag list: @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial @faretheeoscar @ominoose

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? • Requests Info • ko-fi •

• Turn My Lead Into Gold • 🍑 • Abel Morales x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One Shot • Summary: Your friend is on their deathbed, so you turn to an unlikely source for help.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Theater

A drabble I made on a whim one day and never got to finish it. It's been in my drafts for months, so have it anyway because why not.

You can make your own fanfic of this with your MC or just a plain continuation. Post it on Tumblr, on Ao3 in the cheers to the elites tag, or just keep it to yourself.

Idc just have fun with it if you ever decide to. No pressure on the need to share your work if you don't want to.

And yes, the play the cast is doing is a dramatic bastardization of the Retribution, He Cries trailer.

~•~•~

"Why am I casted as Abel?" Your nose scrunches as you look at the copy of the script in your hand. "Why do I have to play the murder hobo asshole? Can't Eliseo do that?"

"I would most likely end up punching him in the throat than sobbing over the loss of my good-natured "husband"." Fleur bluntly explains from across you with a displeased air quote. She's casted as Despoina, your so-called wife in the play your class is assigned to do for theater class. The play is of an old tragic myth of the fall of the life god (Abel) and his wife, the goddess of magic (Despoina), trying to stop his murder spree. Long story short, Despoina ends up failing and gets casted out of the Pantheon by the two Primordials Emmera and Malkiel.

"Hey, at least you're the main character that doesn't have to act like conniving bitch." Eliseo, casted as Malkiel, points out from one of the wooden framed sofas he's seated on. "You just gotta stand there, be angry, menacing, and sneer and scowl ninety-percent of the time like Fleur."

The immediately scowl sent his way from the mentioned woman has a cheeky smile returned to her instead.

"But I don't want to be the main character." Your teeth grind together, jaw clenching hard until everything stings from your bubbling rage at the unfairness of it all. To be honest, you rather be a minor character or stage hand than whatever it is you're in right now. It's just more performance pressure to do things well, especially knowing that this play has a huge impact on your class participation and is part of some stupid intergrade competition for the school's Language and Arts Month.

Eliseo only shrugs in nonchalance, not even attempting to quell your growing frustration. "Beggars can't be choosers. You can only bitch and complain about the circumstance all you want, but it's not gonna change anything."

You groan in frustration, slapping your face with the script as you look up at the extravagant ceiling of the spacious living room. Gods above, why does it have to be you? Why can't it be anyone else? Why even have this play in the first place? Why is fate cruel?

Fleur lets out an exasperated sigh. "Let's just start practicing already before the others arrive."

Immediately your head snaps towards Fleur, brows knitted in confusion. "Others?"

"The rest of our friend group," the Vice President clarifies without missing a beat, eyes focused on her script as she casually flips through it. "I messaged them earlier to help us practice with our play."

Your nose scrunches up in displeasure. "But don't they have their own play to worry about? Won't they get confused if they act with us?"

"Weylyn is Director and Zephyrine is Vice Director in their class, so they can help us with what we can do better with our acting. Meanwhile, Ophelia's on the Production team on hers, and she can give us tips on props our characters need and can use."

"Isn't that stealing…?"

"It's called using your connections and outsourcing." Fleur frankly states. "I doubt our class' Director and Production team have any decent creatives ideas or know how to even direct properly."

"Okay, true, but what about Cooper? Why is he coming?"

Fleur merely glances up at you without lifting her head, a brow arched up. "He doesn't attend Lumintoile, remember? He's here to play the extra roles and for moral support."

"Yeah, I know the 'not-attending-Lumintoile' thing, but moral support for who???" Your confusion and question falls on deaf ears, only earning a crow cackle from Eliseo as your answer.

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The rest of the group didn't take long to arrive. You and Fleur were busy memorizing and practicing your lines the entire time during the short wait. Though to be honest it was mostly you who was practicing. You get pronunciation corrections from Fleur on some foreign words in the script. Eliseo would occasionally jump in to tell you on how to express anger properly, which is nice of him to do surprisingly.

The first thing that happened when the group arrived was Zephyrine cackling at the news that you somehow managed to land the main character role. She jokes about your natural charisma, which you doubt is that high compared to hers and Eliseo's. Weylyn was kind enough to simply congratulate you and sympathize with you about not wanting a leading role, giving comforting head pats and warm smiles that is highly appreciated. Meanwhile, Ophelia was sympathizing with you not wanting to be in a leading role, saying: "Lots of eyes staring at you because you have so much to say as a protagonist and expecting you to do well. It makes you all jittery having to ignore all that and just… um… perform."

You can only offer her a strangled "Yep" in agreement, because… shit. She's right and you hate that she unintentionally is.

Cooper was just being Cooper.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna be a dead guy?!" Cooper exclaimed, a copy of the script at hand. A grin is clear on his face. "So I'm just gonna lay down and stare at the ceiling the whole time?"

Should… Should you be concerned at how happy he sounded?

Regardless, you press on.

With your audience of five on a sofa waiting for the performance to start, you look at your fellow thespian. Fleur, already holding a bored look, arches an expectant brow at you.

Taking one last glance at the script at hand, your mouth parts open.

"Dear wife of mine, it seems you've gone and betrayed me as well." You sharply remark at Fleur, the brief smile on your face quickly contorting to a snarl as you glower at her. "Running around and saving traitors. You know how useless that effort will be?"

Fleur stares at you for a brief moment, and you can immediately see it. Her blank face turns to something foreign; brows furrowing, eyes widening, her lips slightly parting as she takes a step back.

"Oh my beloved, you're bringing the innocent into your wretched conflict," Fleur utters, her voice soft, gentle, and trembling, "children, families—you've brought people apart because of your madness."

A faint "oh shit" can be heard from the sofa. You're sure that's from Zephyrine.

"Madness?" You let out a humorless laugh. "My wife, it was a mistake of mine to create lesser beings with selfish needs." You glare harshly at Fleur "And it was a mistake to rely on my fellow deities to lend me their aid."

You hear Cooper make sound effect noises in the background of Despoina's supposed casted forcefield shattering from Abel swinging his sword.

Then flipping papers from both you and Fleur.

Then silence.

Then more silence.

You look back at Fleur, and you see her with a scrunched up face of displeasure as her eyes are glued on the script.

"Everything okay, Fleur?" Weylyn asks with concern in his tone.

"We need Emery." Fleur states, looking at all of you. "I'm not going to baby talk Cooper."

It was quiet for a moment, everyone confused at what was said, before eventually flipping their copy of the script to the page Fleur was looking at. Then you see it, there's the Arcana Goddess' granddaughter in the script with speaking lines.

The granddaughter is a child, and Cooper is well...

"But I make a great baby!" Cooper protests, frowning and genuinely upset. Zephyrine audibly wheezes out a laugh and Eliseo fails to stifle a snort at that. Ophelia simply shoots Cooper a confused look and you think Weylyn held in the urge to let out an exasperated dad sigh. Fleur merely gives him a deadpan look.

[rustyboltzz]

I really enjoy all of these ideas, and I've already gone ahead and started with the first prompt. I've kinda mashed the two proposals together because I, too, enjoy an angsty story of that nature. More or less, my idea is that since Iris isn't repressing because of her fear of losing her humanity (which she has basically lost at this point), her anomaly is much more advanced.

She can reach through distortions without her photos now. She can read minds if she focuses on it. Hell, the Foundation has been giving her brain scans of some of her targets, and she's just been reaching through them and, in turn, plunging her hand through their skull. (Though she dislikes this slightly because she thinks it's unfair to not give her opponent a fighting chance.)

She's kinda like an Abel Part Two. She isn't as bitter towards him here, as she still slightly considers him as a just commander who was doing what he could to better his soldiers. So, in turn, she isn't as afraid to use the things he's taught her with Alpha-9. She's also not afraid of letting other anomalies in, which has us seeing Rainer and Leora in Alpha-9, which you will see in my Fanfic.

Basically, she is a Foundation controled monster, though she has her share of set morals, questionable at best. She's latched onto Andrea, Jacqueline, and Foxx because she respects them as good soldiers. That, and Anne, though their relationship is more complicated.

Voices Carry goes a little differently in this universe. Since Iris isn't as merciful during it, Anne just barely makes it to her farmhouse, already quite beat up.

Basically, Iris gets very close to killing her, but Anne shoots her in the stomach with her shotgun and blows her onto her ass. She's properly winded, and Anne takes the chance to point it at her head. Iris is impressed by this, very impressed. She hasn't been humbled like this in ages, and it's more entertaining than annoying, so she finds herself giving Anne a proposition. Basically, work for me or die right here on this rotting floor.

Anne obviously takes the options where she lives, slightly because she is scared and also because she has zero faith in the Insurgency and basically thinks, "Well, shit. If I live, I may as well have a purpose."

Basically, Iris lets her into Alpha-9 as well. She may act as an 'Adrian' to her, but I'm not sure yet, also because Andrea and Jacqueline are also like an 'Adrian' to her. I think it makes sense, though, because Iris tends to latch onto the soldiers she respects and, in turn, interact with them more. She's more distant with Foxx, though, but that's because she doesn't really see a lot of things she needs to teach him. That and she would rather watch him from a distance, but they have their moments.

If you wanna expand on these ideas, feel free to do so. I would love to hear it!

As for the au prompt, I'd love it if you sent me some ideas for aus. I know we have similar interests (like robots! I love robot characters!) So I wouldn't worry about that.

Also, if you could send more information on the Gen 2 Olympians, that would be great as well, I might make something apart of the universe I just explained with them in it, I just don't know enough about them at the moment to really trust I write them properly.

As for 'Andrea Adam's and Iris Thompson Make Bad Decisions - The Do Over of The Do Over - Electric Boogaloo' I'll think up some things for them to get up too.. (Maybe with Jacqueline and Anne in tow.)

Hi SCP moots, give me writing prompts ? (Devils Advocate.. 👉👈?)

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Saw your post about the Christmas prompts and I feel like need to request Day 9 - Sledding, with any Oscar character please!! (surprise me 🤭)

Hold me tight

A/N: Lorena!!! I am SO GLAD that I saw you just tagged an Abel Morales gifset as "the loml" because I was about to post this request for you. So merry Christmas I suppose 😂 Thank you for requesting! I really hope you like it!

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter

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Pairing: Abel Morales x reader

Word Count: 1.03k words

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After seeing the way the snow had covered everything during the night, it took no time for the Morales family to speed through breakfast, put on their coats, and head to the park. Beautiful hills that once showed grass were now the perfect spot for your girls to sled, with their pink boards shinning and their excited yells as you and Abel took on turns pushing them down the hill.

In between one push and the other, though, Abel had to make sure the cold was not bothering you; with his hand around your waist and his lips constantly searching for yours, and maybe a word or two about needing your help to warm up later.

“You are going to have to wait until those two get tired, though.” You reminded him, holding the lapels of his coat to hold him close to you, even when his hands were clutching your waist for the same reason.

“You, of all people, know that I don’t mind waiting” He winked, kissing you again to show you he meant it.

"Mommy! Daddy! It's your turn!" Your oldest exclaimed from the bottom of the snowed hill, bouncing with excitement as her younger sister giggled.

Abel laughed beside you, his gloved hand traveling up and down your back as you pulled apart. "We can't! We are too big for that sled."

The two girls had climbed up again by now, panting breathlessly with their cheeks red from the cold as they pulled the sled back up the hill. Abel's excuse was dismissed by the two girls, who looked from you to the small sled repeatedly as to assess the situation.

"Daddy has a big butt, girls, he won't fit." You joked, giggles erupting from the two girls with their heads thrown back from laughter.

"Hey!" Abel protested, pinching your own butt causing you to squirm to his side. The sound of your giggling matched your girls', and Abel had to smile at the sound of the happiness of his three girls, making him feel warm even in the middle of the snowed field.

"Well, even if daddy fitted, we can't do it. We need someone to push us down." You added. And yes, okay, maybe Abel's butt could be too big for the sled, but that also was the best excuse you could think for not sledding down a hill. Falling on the snow and catching a cold? No, thank you.

That didn't go unnoticed by Abel, who immediately caught on to your words. He turned to you with quirked eyebrows and an amused little smile. "I think mommy's scared to do it."

Two little teeth-gaped smiles turned to you, looking at you in surprise. It was Abel's turn to join in their laughter when they realized you did not deny it.

Abel's hand extended to you, offering his palm for you to hold with an inviting nod. "I'll make sure to hold you."

"Yes, mommy! Do it! Please!" Your girls added, doing their best to pull you towards the sled.

With a surrendered sigh you placed your hand on Abel's. He made sure to give a kiss to your knuckles before walking you towards the sled on the floor with an excited smile, with your two little ones next to you getting ready to push you down the hill.

You were already sitting down when Abel's legs appeared on each side of you, his chest warming up your back as he got comfortable behind you. "Remember to hold mommy, dad." The younger girl said causing a chuckle to leave Abel's lips, making his chest vibrate with laughter behind you.

"Don't worry sweetheart," his hands surrounded your waist, making sure to linger on you before moving to grab the handle in front of you. "I could never let you fall.” He whispered the last words, taking advantage of being that close to you to sneakily place a kiss on your jaw. You were sure you could have blamed the chill on the snow, but there was no point in doing so; Abel knew what he did to you and had no shame of making you shiver under his touch, not even with your girls right next to you.

Your hands held onto Abel’s forearms with a tight grip. It must have been a sight to see: Abel Morales, with his long fancy coat, squeezing into a tiny sled with his wife clutching to his arms for dear life. Your girls were enjoying it quite a bit, not able to stop laughing as you both wiggled to get comfortable on the seat.

“You are going to have to stop moving like that,” Abel warned you, once again, whispering against your neck.

“This is all your fault, Abel, now you suffer the consequences.” You turned your head around, finding his lips against yours, his cold nose bumping against your cheek.

“Alright girls, you are going to have to push us really hard. Are you ready?” After their unison reply, they stood behind Abel, their little hands behind their father’s back. “I want mommy to be terrified of how fast we are going.” You slapped his arm jokingly, your little family of four laughing all-together at it.

The two girls began counting to three, and once the final number was reached they stuck to their father’s words of going full-speed down the hill. The cold air hit your face as you traveled downwards, shrieking with both excitement and nervousness while Abel stirred the sled, teasing you with curves and turns that made you close your eyes and grasp his arm tighter.

You came to a halt at the bottom, laughing breathlessly and not letting go of Abel’s arm. “See, you didn’t fall.” Abel teased. pulling you closer to him with a tight hug around your waist. He was laughing too, his gorgeous smile warming every bone of your body,

“You are going to pay for that.” You said threateningly, but with a smile that meant the complete opposite.

He pulled you up with him, his arm still hooked around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, I'll make sure to pay you well.”

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Punishment Deserved

Abel Morales x Female Reader

Summary: Reader just won’t leave Abel alone while he’s working on paperwork.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my twenty-second fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! This was requested by @propertyofabelmorales - who’s own writing is absolutely amazing! This is also my first fic with a daddy kink in it actually- though I read it often when I’m in a subby mood lol. Also this might be a little porn without plot- kinda. Feel free to leave an ask in my inbox here - I love hearing from y’all! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Daddy kink (and use of the nickname princesa & brat, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Cock warming, Edging

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.4K

“Stop. Now.” His voice bristled through the air of his home office. Abel normally didn’t use that tone of voice with you, not needing to since you were always in your best behavior. But, ever since he’d had later nights at the office, busier days filled with business you didn’t pretend to understand, he had less and less time with you.

When he started to actually use his home office, almost every night even. You got needy as a result. It was no longer a guarantee that he’d stop working before you went to sleep. You waited and waited some nights outside his office door for him to come give you attention before bed or just to spend time with you. You never dared to open up the door, not wanting to interrupt even if it was just to sit on his lap. That was until it had been three days since you had a proper conversation with him.

Now you were purposefully pushing his buttons, which at first he didn’t mind, until you got down on your knees and began to palm him through his slacks. Now his jaw was clenched tight, fighting the urge to either reprimand or indulge in you. For once you were aiming to be reprimanded by him, you wanted him to punish you. You’d only tried it a few times before, pushing his buttons until he broke. You wanted to hear him get stern with you because you forced him to give you attention. Though, if he really wanted to he could have thrown you out of the office without a second thought. He liked what you were doing.

“Why?” You had been smirking before while rubbing the outline of his cock trapped in his slacks. You switched it to the best puppy dog eyes you could manage just to guilt him a little, “Is what you’re doing more important than me?”

He then put a finger under your jaw tipping it upwards to face him. He lent down with much more softness than before to give you a soft kiss on the lips, your pretend sadness had done the trick. “Nothing is more important than you, Princesa. I’m sorry I haven’t been with you as much lately.”

Then you whined, perhaps a bit pathetically, completely trashing his apology. You had to be a little pathetic to get Abel to break. You then abandoned your previous task of palming him through his jeans, climbing up him clinging like a koala to straddle him. Your core was pressed right over his bulge, grinding down to give him more stimulation than your hands. You then begged with a whine creeping through your voice, “Well then pay attention to me!” Please?”

He stood up, which made you squeal in surprise, pushing you off of him until you were sitting on his desk. Pulling your face into a pout was supposed to help coerce him back to your side, he however plopped back down into his chair and began to do his paperwork again.

Sitting patiently was hard when you already had been patiently waiting for him for days. You kicked one of your feet out to rub up the side of his leg, the only place you could reach subtly. He then grabbed your calf, gently yet firmly, stopping your movements again. “No. You know I can’t right now Daddy’s got some more work I have to do, even if you are more important.”

“I don’t understand why you come home to do more work, you’re supposed to play when you come home- play with me!”

“I already told you no, you’re just being a brat.” You knew you had done your job once he dropped calling you Princesa and changed to calling you brat. Normally it had you pouting and apologizing till you were blue in the face, this time you smirked. He caught your smirk, and finally snapped, “Fine- you want attention?”

Biting your lip in anticipation, pleased that you got him to break, you said nothing so you could wait to see what he did. Abel didn’t hesitate to pull off your top that had been the only thing you were wearing besides some flimsy panties. He then ripped off the panties, which you couldn’t protest to even though they were one of your favorite pairs because he paid for them.

His next movements were slower, more soft. Fingers, his lovely thick fingers that felt amazing when they stretched you out, seperated your folds. First he rubbed small circles into your clit, getting you wet enough for his other fingers to slide right into you with ease. When he worked two of them into you, you bucked your hips to pull them closer, until he squashed that by putting his hand over them to pin them down. He said nothing as you moaned while he curled them to hit the perfect spot inside of you while pinching your clit with his other hand. This wasn’t much of a punishment in your book.

You thought maybe he had forgotten about how bad you had been, letting you get away with everything. Until he pulled his hand out of you just as your orgasm began to crest around his fingers.

You almost begged for him to continue, but he didn’t let you get a word in, “Turn around and sit back down on Daddy’s lap.” You shuffled around with wobbly legs on his lap at his command. He then made sure your legs were hooked on the outside of his, spreading you open, completely at his mercy.

He pulled his cock out of his slacks with ease despite the somewhat awkward positioning, rubbing it along your folds to slick up his cock.

“Do you want Daddy to use you like this?” He teased mercilessly yet somehow still with a soft tone while the head of his cock hit your sensitive clit.

“Please?” You tried to beg, but it came out more like a high pitched unintelligible wail. A spark of pleasure went through you when the head of his cock notched at your entrance, but his hand on your hip gripping hard told you that you’d regret trying to move anymore. You still wanted to be punished, relishing in the way he was making you desperate from him. You’d let him have this victory though, which you anticipated was his attempt to crumble you back down into submission. In your opinion though, It totally wasn’t working.

“You can beg me better than that.”

“Please- Daddy? I really need it!!” He didn’t give you any verbal confirmation that he was pleased with you, only pulling you down onto him. Controlling the slow pace with his hand still firmly rooted at your hip, he had you sink down on him at an excruciatingly slow pace. Once you had adjusted you began to roll your hips, not even caring to wait for a command from him. You assumed he wanted to control the pace when he wrapped his hands around your waist to get you to completely stop your movements. It was what you wanted, until he finally showed you the rest of the punishment he had planned.

“You’re going to sit here until I’m done with my work. You’re not allowed to touch me or to move, maybe I’ll let you cum if you show me you can be good.” You wailed in desperation at that, devastated that you had to remain still while your clit throbbed, begging for release. Trying to fight his hold on you would be a mistake, it still wouldn’t get you what you wanted. With little tears prickling in your eyes you huffed and stopped moving on his cock, letting it sit inside you while your pussy clenched a few times in protest. Abel was still looking at you, daring you with his eyes to move. When you didn’t he gave you only a sliver of praise, nothing near what he usually gave you, “Good- you’re on your way to being my good girl again.”

At first you had wanted to be punished, hoping that Abel would be tricked into giving you what you had been aiming for. Abel was a smart man, and now you knew he had seen through it the whole time.

Your punishment was completely deserved, and unfortunately for you it hadn’t been exactly what you wanted. He’d only let you cum until you had satisfied him, you wouldn’t use your safe word, you still wanted to do this. But, you were still frustrated that your plan hadn’t worked out the way you wanted.

Hope it was worth it.

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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