#abel morales headcanons

[velvetmel0n]

ladies & entities, let me present u the idea of sugar daddy! abel morales & a younger uni girl (senior in uni/working on her masters) where did she meet him? idk. he'll shower her with gifts & trips to various places but most importantly he gives her that #grownmandick. he'll bend her on his desk at work and blows her back out. they're on their way to an event? u bet ur ass uni gal will give him the suck of his life in the back of the limo w the partition raised up. ahh.. the dream.. amen.

This idea fucks me UP okay.

He's proud as fuck of his girl too, a couple semesters away from graduating with your masters or hell, you're hard at work in your PhD program and you best believe this man will brag about how smart you are with this cat that ate the canary smile.

He loves to spoil you but he's not completely obnoxious about it, tries to actually think about the gifts he gives you. If you could use it, do you like this color, is this your style, et cetera et cetera, and honestly it's one of your favorite things about him, how sweet he can be.

What is less sweet is how he fucks you.

You've had boyfriends before, had a few flings, but you've never quite been satisfied. It's been like an itch you can't scratch and you don't know what you're missing, just that you are and sometimes it's all you can think about late at night when you feel hollow and aching.

Enter a Mr. Abel Morales.

Maybe you're moonlighting as a waitress or a bartender, deliberately chose a fancier spot because a grad student's wage is laughable and you have no qualms about flirting for your money, even feel fairly confident you could make a killing in tips because it's not like it'll mean anything.

Except Abel Morales walks in and you've never seriously considered the whole sugar baby thing before, not really. Sure, you think the idea's nice and all, but you never expected the opportunity to actually present itself, but now it has.

It has and he's the one offering, after weeks of dancing around each other, flirty banter and outrageous tips and little comments here and there until one night he's finally had enough.

To your credit, you do take the weekend to actually think it over, consider the logistics and what it would mean, if he'll respect your academic pursuits and realize he can't completely monopolize your time because of that, if he realizes that the root cause of this whole situation you find yourself in is because you're doing your best to put yourself through school and keep a roof over your head at the same time.

The first time he fucks you it's almost an epiphany, when you realize afterwards, still panting, skin dewy with perspiration as you lay on his chest, his fingers tracing patterns along your spine, that you don't have that hollow feeling. You don't feel restless and unsatisfied, you feel liquid and warm, content.

Maybe you let that slip in your pleasure induced haze, that no one has managed to make you feel like that before, and that is the moment Abel Morales turns into the devil because you best believe he uses that information against you.

Makes it his mission to give you so much pleasure you don't know what to do with yourself, gives it to you until you're crying, until you're begging mercy because it's too much, too much, too much, and he loves every second of it.

[winniethewife]

Oscar Isaac Characters as angsty Quotes/Lyrics

Steven Grant: I am not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite

Marc Spector: I am not your pet, I never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you. I bite.

Jake Lockley: I suppose if it worked, we'd be dead already

Llewyn Davis: I Know I could have Loved you (But you would not let me) 

Kane: I'm well beyond you now, and travelling very fast

Leto Atreides: No good deed goes unpunished

Blue Jones: It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Nathan Bateman: Genius must ever be imperfect.

Santiago Garcia: A hero of war, Is that what they see? Just medals and scars, So damn proud of me.

Abel Morales: I can pardon everybody’s mistakes except my own.

William Tell: I lost a game you couldn't even lose in.

Poe Dameron: When heroes fall from the sky, many more will learn to fly.

Rydal Keener: If you're not having me nor I you that doesn't mean I will stop loving you 

Peter Roiter: I love you in every universe

Mikael Boghosion: I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

Miguel O'hara: Listen, don't meet your heroes. If you meet your heroes, you're always going to be disappointed.

Jonathan Levy: Maybe then you could've loved me like you don't know how to

Outcome 3: I could disappear forever and it wouldn’t make a difference.

Orestes: If I'm a pagan of the good times, My lover's the sunlight

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Masterlist

Taglist: @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

[syrma-sensei]

→ Licentious Show.

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pairing: abel morales x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, explicit.

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

word count: 2.2k

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

“Would you make me a show?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.” You say breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hazbinhappy]

Hey I think I've seen like three Adam posts on him being interested in a seraphim!reader but how about headcanons of a seraphim being interested in him? Like so much so that she tries to get his attention oftentimes and will even agree with stupid points he makes purely because of it?

A/N: Ooooo! I dont often read Adam, but that is such a cool concept!!

This actually had me thinking about how Adam is treated in heaven! Because in the first episode we’re told/shown it was the higher angels/Seraphim’s who made Earth, Adam, Eve, and Lilith! Makes me wonder if God is just the Divine Judgement and nothing more idk

I don’t think he’d be regarded as high as them because he is still a mortal soul, just the first one (speaking of: did he die before Abel??? I’m assuming so)

He definitely tries to act as a big shot though even though he’s just the same (I do think they let him have a lot more leeway with things since he is the first man)

Regarding Seraphim Reader, I think they’d be the one who specifically created Adam

It does sound like an abuse of power in a sense, but it’s not really since Sera didn’t let them be around Adam post his creation. They were said to learn Eve came from his rib, sounds painful :(

They did watch him though and was excited to see every discovery that he made because wow look!

When he died and made it to heaven they were with the other Angels to greet him and show him around

At this point in time there wasn’t much to be in charge of really…. Well except you were in charge of making sure humans didn’t die out so you weren’t able to watch Adam anymore

Once humans were on a roll though of self-populating and heaven gained more of a population as well, you had the chance to roam around

I don’t want to say you stalked him, but you definitely did and hung around places he was until he finally noticed you

You consistently did that and he loved having someone who just agreed with him and found him interesting

Of course you did because you made him and thought it was completely fascinating that this is how he turned out

Of course you’re not a doormat so you even gently nudge him to newer ideas as well and whenever humans on Earth discover something new you present to him and let him act like he found out about it

It hurts that he finds other souls more interesting on occasion but without fail he always goes back to you

The other higher angels find it a bit sad, but Emily thinks it’s sweet in a way. To her as long as you both love each other it’s fine!

And he does eventually love you! Just will never admit it

When you found out he died it broke you because when he died the first time you knew he was going to heaven, but when he died the second time you were unsure because you knew he wasn’t the best and that the Divine Judge did change it’s morals depending on the times

You just hoped you’d see him again or you’d risk becoming fallen like Lucifer if need be

[twdgwritings]

Character Discussion;

Marlon

Something I experienced while being in the fandom is a lot of a backlash for liking Marlon. Now I’m not saying anybody has to like him or agree with me, but I don’t think he is just a black and white character that most believe. I don’t think it’s true at all, he has many shades to him. In this post I’m going to deep dive into Marlon, the things he has done, overall opinions and stuff like that. I might even do this with other characters if y’all would be interested in hearing my thoughts.

Also my power was out for a few days, so that really set me back with writings and other stuff. So please be patient with me!

Warnings: typos, talk of parental abuse/neglect, children dying, kidnapping, accidental murder, violence, other stuff probably?, spoilers

1. Marlon’s Past

While we don’t know his past for sure, I think it’s important to consider what we do know or could influence his current behavior. I’ve headcanoned, since the first time I played, that Marlon was abused as a child. Given his problem with authority figures (adults, the headmaster, Lily and Abel), anger issues and the need to be in control I believe this is a strong point. Acting out from his terrible home life is probably what landed him in a troubled youth school, especially since we can assume his parents were possibly tired of dealing with him. Of course this isn’t canon, but I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibilities. Regardless, I think it’s important to keep a troubled past in mind when discussing a questionable character.

We know it’s been about eight or nine years-ish since the apocalypse started. (Clem was 8 when it started, and she was 11 when AJ was born. AJ is now 6 in the final season and Clem is 17.) Marlon is clearly older and confirmed 18-19, so he was 10-11 years old when the world went to hell. Imagine yourself at that age and no adult to help guide you because as we know they all but the nurse abandoned these kids. So a little kid stepped up to take care of many other kids when the adults left, and some kids died under his care and protection. (Not his fault though) As said a few times in the game there used to be a lot more of them, which means a lot of them died. Which that stress and trauma added onto Marlon’s mental issues.

2. The Twins

Let me say this; I don’t like what happened with Sophie and Minnie, but was there a choice? No. There was no right answer in this situation, the world is killed or be killed. Morals are out the window, only survival. I think Marlon caved to Lily and Able because of his trauma and fears, because of his past as mentioned above. He either said no and they all got kidnapped or killed, or he could give up two people to save the rest. Why didn’t they fight back like they did in the game? Because, as much as I love Marlon, he could never lead them and organize a battle like Clementine did. They NEEDED her, without her NONE of them would have made it. Why didn’t they go save him? Again they probably couldn’t do it without Clem, and as Marlon said he was afraid. He could die, they could all die or they could all get taken. Marlon thought he was doing the right thing. He should have told the truth of the fate of the twins, that they were kidnapped (because they were). Marlon is a coward, I’m not even going to pretend he isn’t, he knows he is. Marlon’s fear of losing his friends/family is what lead him to make the mistakes he did. He feared being casted out, them becoming angry at him, or even death(them and him).

I think it would have been interesting to see in the game Marlon witnessing what Minnie became, what he had done. To realize even more how badly he fucked up. Though unfortunately he didn’t get to see what he had done, nor was he given the chance to try to atone his mistakes; to make it up to everyone, or redeem himself.

3. Brody + Trading Aj and Clem

“He killed Brody!” “He hit/hurt Brody!” I KNOW. I’m not happy with what happened between Marlon and Brody either. We know Marlon has anger issues. We know when he gets scared he gets mad (As Brody told us) But, we also know her death was accidental. As soon as Marlon hits her he instantly regrets it and feels remorse, so much so he even goes into denial that he can save her. I fully believe he did not go into the basement with intent of hurting or killing Brody, he never wanted to hurt anyone. “He was going to trade Clem and Aj!” I doubt he saved them with an intent to trade them, I don’t think it even crossed his mind until the run in with Abel. I don’t blame him either, why give up friends you’ve known for years when you can give up two strangers.

4. Marlon’s Death + Alt choices

Obviously his death was supposed to leave an unfinished business kinda vibe, which is dumb as hell in my opinion. I also think it’s very random of Aj to automatically shoot Marlon but not Abel? Like if he was going to kill anyone without warning it should have been the guy who was armed the entire time, not the dude who dropped the gun and was no longer a problem. It goes against everything Clementine taught Aj, and it just feels really rushed and unnecessary. I know Marlon’s death is what pushed the plot forward, but I think there were other ways to go about it. Like if you chose to kick him out, Clem and Louis/Violet could escort him out (like Violet and Louis did to Clem and Aj) and that’s when they have the run in with Lily and Abel. Obviously different out comes for what yoy decided to do with Marlon, so his death wasn’t necessary. The writers would have just had to taken more creative liberties and shit.

I think it would have been more impactful for Aj’s character is Marlon lived. It would be an opportunity to teach him that some people can change, that sometimes people can be redeemed. Marlon wasn’t a monster that deserved to be gunned down after being disarmed, something I think Aj could learn. (Lily’s situation was vastly different. Lily would always be a threat, she would have come back for revenge and needed to die). It would have been interesting to see Marlon during the battle against the raiders (probably after being coaxed to fight by the player) and maybe he was one of the people to get kidnapped. (As I stated before him seeing what Minnie became would be intriguing.) Once aboard the ship Marlon refuses to leave the cell, believing he deserves this. Then the player can talk him out of leaving or chose to leave him in the cell. Or at least give Marlon a better death, dying a hero to atone for his mistakes. Maybe instead of Louis/Violet at the bridge, it was Marlon who throws Tenn across and sacrifices himself to the walkers or tries to stop Minerva.

Final Thoughts.

Is Marlon a perfect character? No. Absolutely not. He made mistakes, stupid decisions and has flaws, that’s what makes him such a well rounded character. I always dive deep into characters, never taking them at face value which is something I think more people should do. I just find it a little strange people will beat down Marlon, but turn around and defend Minerva when she wanted to kill her own little brother(I don’t hate Minnie either). Marlon feels like wasted potential and I wish we could have gotten more development around him and his character.

I appreciate everyone who read this post and I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions! I hope you all have a great day/night!

What are your thoughts on Marlon?

What would you do if you were in his position, would you trade the twins away?

What would you want to happen if Marlon lived?

[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

[dabi-drift]

Abyss razor x reader unrequited love part 2

Somewhere where reader is a sophisticated character like Abel but more playful and carefree. Has a god complex and is often seen as a tenacious and malignant figure in the school so no one would ever dream of hoping to be with them despite their good looks because they're toxic and selfish like???

But Abyss just doesn't see it? (It's cause of his tunnel vision because he sees reader as a savior) he doesn't question their morals or the lack of. Not their ideals, not their motives. Abel's influence pales in comparison to the reader's. And in which there, he just silently watches them live their life. While he's shackled down because he knows he's not going anywhere other than with them.

I'm sorry, but I'm not taking requests, and I've decided that all my headcanons will be stand-alones.

Also, I can't write for that character type.

And I'm not trying to be mean, but a please would've been nice ;-;

[m00nsbaby]

Requests. ♡

My request are open rn! ♡

Oscar Isaac characters that I can write about: ♡ - Marc Spector. (Moon knight) ♡ - Steven Grant. (Moon Knight) ♡ - Jake Lockley. (Moon knight) ♡ - Jonathan Levy. (Scenes from a marriage) ♡ - Llewyn Davis. (Inside Llewyn Davis) ♡ - Rydal Keener. (The two faces of january) ♡ - Santiago García. (Triple frontier) ♡ - Orestes. (Agora) ♡ - William Tell. (The card counter) ♡ - Will Dempsey. (Life itself) ♡ - Miguel O'hara. (Across the spider-verse) ♡ - Blue Jones. (Sucker punch) ♡ - Nathan Bateman. (Ex-machina) ♡ - Shiv. (Pu-239) ♡ - Cecil. (Revenge for Jolly) ♡ - Leto Atreides. (Dune) ♡ - Nick Wasicsko. (Show me a hero) ♡ - Mikael Boghosian. (The promise) ♡ - Poe Dameron. (Star wars) ♡ - Basil Stitt. (Lightning face) ♡ - Richard. (The letter room) ♡ - Roger. (Suburbicon) ♡ - Abel Morales. (A most violent year) ♡ - Laurent LeClaire. (In secret) ♡ - Outcome 3. (The Bourne legacy) ♡ - Robbie Paulson. (Law & order) Characters I can write about but I may judge you. (I will lol) ♡ - Oedipus. (The Oedipus project) ♡ - St Joseph. (Nativity) ♡ - Anselm. (Big Gold Brick)

Please specify if you are interested in a one shot or some headcanons. ♡

[kodessa]

How would you describe your 5's aesthetic? Also, would you share a scenario/headcanon from your 5's personal canon? 🙂

Oooooo I got a 5 ask?! Hell yeah, thanks Anon!

My five is a ✨girl✨ in-spite of it all. Picture the cutest gym rat (shorts, sports bra, hoodie, and a bow and lipstick). Is it practical? No. Does it annoy Janine? Yes. Is she just going to do it anyway? Yes.

As far as personal head canon -

Not sure how far you are so possible spoilers for season 6

After Janine returns to Abel (post Sigrid banquet/revel of the zombie cure), 5 and Sam get married that week at Abel. 5 is frankly sick of almost dying without being Sam’s wife so with Janine home, 5 simply announces this is happening (to improve moral 🤣). King Jamie performs the wedding. Peter walks her down the aisle. Amelia arrives after the ceremony (she just wants to attend the party and also this keeps the actual canon that Amelia doesn’t know 5’s actual name)

Thanks for the ask! This was fun!

[ineedthesons]

Headcanons!

I've said a few of these before. Feel free to add, or discuss, or. Whatever. (Also plugging I have a discord for discussion too!) @aimkatsz + whoever wants to add to it. Headcanons do not reflect the morals of their creator-- me-- nor are they anything but a silly thought exercise on a work of fiction. (It's stupid I have to put this disclaimer but here we are.)

Content warnings/information include: Mention of canon deaths. Characters identifying as a different gender identity than in canon. Obliterating the basis of the Sons. Use of the word queer. Polyships. Ron Tully.

Juice is the Snake champion of the world. You know, the old cell phone game? He gets a burner, he plays Snake to conclusion, and that's how he knows its his burner. His actual cell phone, he's got a long-running game of Words With Friends with about half the Sons. Chibs, of course. Happy. Bobby, when he remembers. Surprisingly its Jax and Opie who also really enjoy playing it with Juice. (Insert Angst: Juice doesn't close the game he had going with Opie, up until he goes into Stockton for the last time.)

Juice as a transman. It's one secret he doesn't keep from the Club. Maybe Jax met Juice when Juice was Juanita Carla Ortiz instead of Juan Carlos Ortiz. (Though I wonder if Juice would directly translate his name like that; my Spanish is iffy and I don't have the cultural knowledge to say for sure.) Anyway, Jax convinced Juice to move to Cali, thinking that he'd maybe get into Juice's pants but obviously that didn't work out and instead Juice goes to work for T-M. I'm not sure how he becomes a prospect. Certainly after top surgery. Maybe even after bottom surgery, when the Club can say he's a "real man" in their back-asswards way.

The Sons of Anarchy is a non-Outlaw, queer, sex-positive motorcycle club. Everyone sleeps with everyone else and they do charity work instead of gun-running. The charity work they do rotates regularly but it's usually something having to do with the queer community or animal rescue. Also they're involved in the town of Charming a la season one but without the criminal undercurrent, because that's their home.

Jax, Opie, and Tara are in a poly relationship where Jax gets pegged on the regular. No hate for Donna, either. Maybe she's still Opie's partner and the mother of his kids. Who now have a very strong, big-ass family and Opie doesn't palm them off on his mother. They are *so fucking happy* to get Abel and later Thomas as little brothers.

Ron Tully doesn't miss his dogs. He doesn't own any. He was just fucking with Jax. He does miss his cats. When the Sons isn't outlaw, he's the head of the county's trap-neuter-release program and they do a lot of work with the MC. He's a relentless flirt who likes to pretend he's a Kinsey six when really he's more a four or five on the scale.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

random hcs ask for abel this time:

worst trait.

best trait.

how aware of its nature is it?

does it feel any type of way about being a demon?

it is morally bankrupt. but does it realises so or is it simply a foreign concept?

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Worst Trait

---Oh man this one is always hard for me to answer because of how A/Bel's...existence works. I've written this before but I'll just put it here: A/Bel is fundamentally inhuman, so its difficult to answer this as it ultimately doesn't really hold views that humans could hope to understand. Many villains are driven by something easily comprehensible to the human mind; love, power, safety--things everyone of us has felt at least once in our lives. A/Bel, though, is a demonic entity. It doesn't care about any of the things we care about and doesn't have any human motives--it can't. To it, humans are material to be used; meat. Hell--to say A/Bel views humans as a human views something like a cow is even an overstatement; humans are inherently compassionate--we are loving, we feel sympathy when we look into an animal's eyes, even if we've consumed it at a prior time. A/Bel is incapable of this, it doesn't have the necessary function in its mind to have that same level of connection. It can understand why that connection exists, but only in the same way a computer program understands code. It cannot feel it, it can only have the knowledge of it. To A/Bel, humans are like ants being paved over for new sidewalk--our deaths are inconsequential to it and it's sole purpose is to devour, to eat.

That was somewhat long winded, but I think its important to explain that speaking in human terms of morality-- everything A/Bel does is horrible and bad from the root of its actions. It manipulated and used its knowledge of the human psyche to exploit a grieving child before securing said child as a food source until death--and even then it will not let go. It dons aesthetics that, at the very end, will fade into nothing too; and those aesthetics only have one purpose--to give its vessel the slowly dwindling hope that a human could ever connect with it. That the weeks, months, years, and entire lifetimes MEANT something to it; right? Otherwise why would it stick around? But it doesn't...and its impossible. Hell it even uses Robin's late father's voice.

Robin, in himself, is the representation of how in the grand enormity of a compassionless existence--we do not matter to beings that fall outside of our own way of thinking. To any human, Robin's story is deeply traumatizing and horrendous, it naturally incites compassion and the want to protect. To a creature like A/Bel? Robin's vulnerability is the perfect nesting ground to burrow, and a canvas to create even more horror within...and everything about that is wrong.

So trying to grade his worst trait through the eyes of a human is difficult. Its actions and reasoning is so outside of human perspective I couldn't even try to understand it. The only thing I could ever say as worst is...all of it.

Best Trait

I alluded to this in another answer but I can put that here too and expand on it: Due to Abel coming into Robin's life at the ripe age of 15 - it has actually influenced quite a lot of his personality as, despite knowing better, Robin did naturally place Abel into the "family" compartment in his mind. It wasn't as though he had much choice. It walked beside Robin for an entire decade before both of their lives ended at the same time, but Abel - shockingly - used the last bit of its power to partially revive Robin in an act of mercy/love/survival (?) and it still doesn't know why it did such a thing.

It also, and this is very important: IT DOES NOT SABOTAGE HIM AS MUCH AS ONE WOULD THINK. I'd actually go as far as to say that it never does; Robin was never actually influenced by Abel once the contract was put into place. It did not ignite his obsession with getting his family back or his fall into darker magic, and it doesn't really push him to continue down the path he was on. It works to make Robin comfortable and happy in order to protect its meal, and gives Robin the means to an end to do certain things.

I would even argue to say that it has helped Robin in ways since it practically helped raise him. It was the influence he needed, weirdly enough. It comforted him, cooked him meals, taught him how to be confident - sure this all came from a place of selfish need for its meal but.... It did put legitimate effort into the act, it worked hard to make him feel safe, to make him happy (or what it could define as happiness since it cannot understand complex emotions), and to kindle his mind.

How aware of its nature is it?

Extremely. A/Bel and Robin both never forget what it really is throughout the entirety of their relationship. They don't speak of it outwardly but its something they are both highly aware of, and they do not even pretend otherwise. A/Bel also knows that it is a mask to wear and that its a recombinant lifeform, its a mish-mash of what Bel, the core, knows of humans. Without Robin being alive, A/Bel will also pass leaving just the core behind to continue onto its next meal, it isn't really "alive", it knows this and works hard to keep Robin safe because of it.

That being said, due to this acknowledgment it does keep its guise on VERY heavily towards other people. Humans cannot tell A/Bel is anything but a normal person, maybe a bit bizarre but nothing else. A/Bel is a tool, an instrument and a means to an end. Nothing more, nothing less.

I think this also comes through quite a bit when A/Bel speaks about Robin to others, ever since its conception it has never once called Robin by his name. It usually refers to him as "the boy" or "that one".

Does it feel any type of way about being a demon?

A/Bel is a biological tool, an instrument and a means to an end. Nothing more, nothing less. Despite its mask, intelligence, decision making and personality it is important to remember that A/Bel is just something to be worn and used for this momentary blip in the actual entity's existence. At the root A/Bel has as much individual will as a wrench. So it doesn't really...feel anything about it. Unless wrenches think.

The only time this becomes an actual issue is in modern au. Its been firmly established that A/Bel has returned to due Robin's soul being recycled and him being alive brings A/Bel back as was the basis of their contract, which lasts an eternity. Now its dealing with something it was never supposed to, it knows it died; and it isn't really sure how to..process it. So! It's feelings may change now that it has experienced the terrifying concept that is mortality but that's for the thread to toy with.

As of current its grappling with the issue quietly since it only really has Evelynn to discuss it with. So. Yikes!

It is morally bankrupt. but does it realise so or is it simply a foreign concept?

A/Bel, mask and core, cannot really...grasp human feelings in the same way we do, particularly complex ones. It can tell that humans would disagree with its methods but it doesn't understand why, nor does it try to. It also recognizes morally unwell characters and their influence on the world around them, it doesn't know why - again - but it has had conversations with Robin about having relations with more dangerous individuals and why its a bad idea. Ultimately its probably just to serve its need for keeping tis food safe but alas, it serves its function as being what Robin needs.

It is a mask that changes depending on the contract it makes and what its vessel needs, until modern au's explorations are complete this answer is ultimately impossible to come up with as its never had to recognize itself as alive or really think about what life means to it. However I don't think it will ever have the same revelations as @agonizedembrace's Evelynn - it might break its existence if it does. But! That's something to play with more in the future.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Smarty x Savy Dancing With Musical Notes & Hearts Around Them (2023)

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This Is Both A Drawing Request & Gift Art

Credit for Savannah "Savy" goes to Heartsissopure

Credit for Who Framed Roger Rabbit Movie goes to Robert Zemeckis

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I hope I did okay with this, and yes I gave Smarty some pants in this drawing.

as to what music could be playing as they are dancing...

I guess it could be anything, maybe like that one song I like from the first Hotel Transylvania Movie, that is either called “My Zing” or “Your My Zing”.

okay I decided, the song they are dancing to in this drawing, is that song. XD

I’m weird, and I nickname myself The Embodiment Of Weirdness.

the title of Embodiment of Ego, would belong to Grunkle Abel, which is what I’m viewing him as being the embodiment of ego now because of certain reasons....but anyway I hope I did okay on this, and I’m glad I was finally about to draw it a few days ago this month.

Smarty giving a wink does add something to the drawing, even if it might seem like they aren’t dancing, but they are still suppose to be.

maybe I will do another drawing of one of the Toon Patrol this year, I can come up with some ideas, like is it weird to fan headcanon Psycho from the Toon Patrol, as being a Nonbinary-Boy who’s pronouns are They/Them & He/Him.

if they ever make a new remake of the Who Framed Roger Rabbit Movie, but like handled by those who made two awesome Sonic Movies, where Eggman is Smart but Sassy, and has Agent Stone clearly crushing on the “good” doctor.

then maybe they could end up making Psycho into a Nonbinary Character.

Disney, as great as they can be, but they have their not so great moments at times, so if they form a partnership with Paramount, and let Paramount handle the remake of Who Framed Roger Rabbit or like a sequel that has Eddie and Dolores’s Great-Granddaughter or Great-Grandson in it as the main human friend of Roger who helps him and his wife, then that would be awesome.

I got to say this about the last episode of The Owl House, at least they didn’t pull a Twilight Sparkle or Star Butterfly...which one didn’t stop Celestia, Luna and Discord from turning three creatures to stone, and other decides to destroy the magic, and basically make magic the scapegoat, even if Star and her family had misused that very same magic.

don’t get me wrong, still love MLPFIM and SVTFOE, but I come to question their moral compass I guess, and if Sunset Shimmer were there just as Celestia, Luna and Discord were about turn living creatures to stone, then maybe she would of stop them......The Element Of Empathy is more important than we realized, and Chrysalis reaction to her forming a bond with Cozy and Tirek, but rejecting it, might have to do with her trauma.

anyway, if Disney and Paramount did form a partnership, where Paramount ends up making the new Roger Rabbit Movie, they could possibly make it just as awesome as the first and second Sonic Movies.

maybe even show Smarty using a cellphone, and when in the drivers seat with maybe Greasy sitting next to him.

his ringtone could play a song that could be anything...

maybe “I Make Those Good Girls Go Bad” by Cobra Starship...

Greasy’s ringtone, would likely be “Valentino” by Years & Years, and MNEK.

if there was a emoji I could use, it would be one with a smirk and eyes that  look to either the left or right....

I like that song, the first time I heard it, was I guess from a fan Hazbin Hotel Music Video Animation, that song just fits so well with that Overlord with the same name as the Valentino.

can you picture Valentino from Hazbin Hotel, hitting on Greasy from Who Framed Roger Rabbit...?

even if it would be in a Fanon Timeline, but still, can you picture the look on Greasy’s face....?

and picture Jessica and any other Girls that Greasy had hit on, watching and saying all at once “Not So Funny Now, Is It...?!”

that would be interesting to see, but anyway like I said before, I hope I did okay on this, I did try the best I could, and I think the stuff I added into the drawing really looks nice and awesome to me.

and I hope the one who this requested drawing is for, likes it. :)   

also even if one of the tags says “toon patrol weasels” it just as the one toon weasel person in this, but anyway when I can I might do some other drawings of The Toon Patrol. :D                                             

[aellynera]

Hi love! Can I request an Abel Morales headcanon where you dating & he’s really protective of her

-  It’s not that Abel is protective, per se. At least, that’s not really how he sees himself.

- He’s a gentleman, and he’s hopelessly in love with you.

-  He keeps a hand on your lower back when you walk, pulls chairs out for you, opens car doors, any doors really. Because it’s the polite thing to do.

- He honestly doesn’t think anything of how close he tends to stand to you when he does it.

- But he does, and you notice it every time, but you don’t say anything because you know that’s just how he needs to be.

- He always stands behind you and the open car door as you get in.

- He brushes up against your back when you enter buildings. At dinners, he tends to move his chair a little closer than is strictly necessary to yours, and prefers if he can have a hand softly resting on your knee.

- Even if you’re out on a casual walk, he likes to have an arm around you, have you pressed close to his side.

- He tells you that it’s just being loving and polite, but you know better.

- You’ve heard him on phone calls, ones that he didn’t think you would hear, the ones where he tries to talk some sense into his more nefarious adversaries (and sometimes, his associates) and you know that he faces his fair share of threats from other business owners and their certain mafia-linked backers.

- He doesn’t think they’d ever actually make a move on him, but he’s not taking his chances.

- He’ll shield you any way he can, just in case.

- And if he needs to bodily put himself between you and harm’s way, he will, no questions asked. He’d make the sacrifice to save you.

- He’s a gentleman like that.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Meeting Abel Morales Headcanons

Pairing: Abel Morales x Reader Rating: T Notes: Well, this was going to be short(er). I let it get away from me! as I do all things. Whoops. It’s... Ramble-y. For the purposes of these headcanons, there is no Anna Morales In the Picture™, thank you Not beta-read Warnings: Cursing; uuuhhhh boss/employee power imbalance kind of Length: 1.7K Summary: Meeting and getting together with Abel Morales

- You initially take the part-time job as a secretary at the Standard Heating Oil Company because you need a little more job experience          - A little extra cash while you’re working on your master’s degree was nothing to sniff at, either          - You’re doing administrative work at the college part-time as well          - Your best friend and roommate, Kathy, is a dispatcher at the company, too. She put in a good word for you with Debbie and Mr. Morales

- The secretary that was working previously is leaving to have a baby. Mr. Morales has guaranteed that her job will be there for her, should she choose to return to work, so she’s been very clear that you’ll be a temporary fit.

     - Kathy is pretty sure that she won’t be back, but you aren’t pressed either way. You don’t want to be a career secretary. You don’t see anything wrong with it, but you have higher ambitions

- You work mostly for the sales team, and you report directly to Debbie, Mr. Morales’ secretary. For your first week, you’re so busy getting acclimated that you hardly have the time to get to know anyone that isn’t Debbie or people on the sales team.          - You don’t see Mr. Morales once (he’s hardly in the office that week, anyway, so you can’t be faulted for not introducing yourself to or not being introduced to the man)

- But when you do meet Mr. Morales

- Oh boy

- The eye contact is… Intense, but you’ve been warned about that by Kathy in advance    - She’d given you a whole spiel          -  “He’s going to shake your hand with both of his. Don’t look down at your hands, don’t comment on his grip - and don’t barely shake his hand back. Firm grip.”          - “He’s gonna hold eye contact for a little longer than comfortable – whatever you do, don’t look away. If he offers you anything to drink, take the fancy option.”          - You’d asked, “The fancy option? What the hell, Kath, you hit your head on the way home?”          - “No, just—Look, I know how he operates.”          - She does, too, she’s dating one of the guys on the sales team, so she knows all of the tricks          - And because she knows all of the tricks, you do, too

- You’re careful to hold his eye contact for as long as he holds yours, and you do see a little quirk of his brow when you do

- It’s not hard, though, because his eyes are beautiful. When Kathy had warned you about the eye contact, you’d expected some cold, heavy stare          - Mr. Morales’ eyes are dark and warm, and if you’re not careful, you could find yourself staring into them for a long time

- You answer all of his questions as calmly, clearly, and accurately as possible

- Before he leaves, Mr. Morales gives you one small smile          - You think he might’ve winked, too, but it was so fast that you’re sure you’re wrong

- The following weeks are maddeningly Morales-free          - Not that you’re thinking about him

   - You’re a busy person, between this job, your administrative work at the college, and your classes, you’re kinda swamped

- When you’re in the office, you’re basically glued to your desk, even during your breaks          - Thing is, apparently Mr. Morales notices that          - He notices that when you’ve got a few moments, you pull whatever memo you’ve been typing up out of the typewriter to type up a paper for one of your classes          - Or you pull a book and a notebook out and outline your notes          - But you never go over your allotted time; you always go right back to work when you’re meant to

- “He asked about you,” Kathy tells you one day when you get home from your other job          - “Hm?”          - “Mr. Morales.”          - “Oh? Did I do something wrong?”          - “I don’t think so.”          - “What’d he ask?”          - “What you’re studying at school, stuff like that.”          - “Huh.”          - “Uh-huh.”          - That’s the end of that conversation, but you think about it for weeks.

- The semester gets busy, and you stop having time to simp over Mr. Morales, though he does check on you every once in a while, to make sure you’re doing alright

- Whenever he does, you remember the eye contact thing          - But seriously, looking the man in the eye is not a chore. He’s got gorgeous eyes.          - Hell, the man’s got a gorgeous everything.

- You don’t have much free time. What free time you do have usually gets devoted to things like your laundry or your half of the neatening in the apartment

- You do take one night to yourself, in early November – a man from your master’s program asked you out, and you like him well enough, so you agree to go to dinner with him.          - The date’s not bad. He’s … Fine. Honestly, kind of a dick.          - But you kinda get distracted. You see Mr. Morales while you’re out.            - He’s not on a date, he’s at dinner with an investor

         - You only know this because you overheard Debbie reminding Mr. Morales what time it would be

- And you do try really, really hard to focus on your date, but you can feel Mr. Morales watching you all night

- You give your date a handshake goodnight before you turn to walk to the train

- “Heading home?” You hear, and you realize that Mr. Morales is leaning against the front of the restaurant and 1000% saw you shake your date’s hand and heard you say, “See you in class.”          - And dear god you shiver and you hope you can pass that off as the November chill         - You’re not successful, though, you can just tell by the little smile affixed on Mr. Morales’ (really really) nice lips

- “That was the plan,” You answer before something dangerous (and possibly stupid) sparks in you and you tack on, “Do you have a better idea?”          - That little smile of his gets wider, and your stomach flutters, and you never thought you could get addicted to a look

- You wind up in a cozy little bar with him, one that you’ve never been to or heard of, eyeing one another in the dim light, feet brushing one another under the table.

- It should just be one drink                 - Frankly, it shouldn’t be any drinks. This man is your boss.                - But he’s intrigued you since you met him, and if the stuff that he’s asked Kathy about you is any indication, you’ve intrigued him, too

- It’s far more than one drink                 - You don’t get drunk. You will have to see this guy at work               - Beyond that, though, you really don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him

- When you tell him what you want to do when you’re done with your degree program, he doesn’t laugh at you like your date did          - He asks more questions; he wants to know how you plan to get where you want get          - You feel like you’re talking too much, but… Hell, the man’s asking, right? So you answer. And he keeps asking, and you keep telling him          - And that smile he gave you outside of the restaurant hasn’t gone away. It’s gotten softer. Warmer.

- He asks you if afraid you’ll fail.          - And of course you are. You say as much.          - “But if I let that stop me, then I’ll never fuckin’ get anything done.”

- And, oh shit, you just swore in front of your boss. You should apologize, right?

- But he just chuckles, and gives an approving little nod, and he murmurs, “Good girl.”          - And oh… Man, that should not do what it does to you, but thank god you’re sitting down because you just went a little weak in the knees. - You turn the conversation around after that          - At least, you try to.          - You’re flustered, you’re still reeling from the way he murmured those two words, so you let out a nervous little laugh, “I feel like I’m talking too much.”          - But he shakes his head and murmurs, “I could listen to you all night. I want to.”          - “Mr. Morales—”          - “Abel.”

- So much for turning the conversation around.

- He waits for you to repeat his name, as if to make sure you understand                  - When you do, when those two syllables roll off of your tongue, he nods and murmurs, “Good girl,” again.          - You realize that the bastard knows exactly what he’s doing to you, he knows exactly how flustered you are        - You can’t help but wonder if the man is just toying with you for the hell of it          - But those warm eyes of his have gone from dark to molten - At the end of the night, he gets you a cab and bids you goodnight          - Are you disappointed when he doesn’t kiss you? Yes.          - Do you say anything about it? No. Because you’ve got to see him at work tomorrow. - Thing is, that is not the last drink that you have with Mr. Morales off-hours          - You start seeing him after work a couple of times a week

- As Christmas rolls around, Debbie tells you that the previous secretary will be coming back to work in January, and you feel weirdly sad about leaving the Standard Heating Oil Co.

- Your last day is bittersweet. You get a professional handshake from Abel with that same intense eye contact before you leave.

- You’re not expecting any more, and it’s alright          - You’re getting a drink with him later, anyway

- The two of you have been going to that same cozy bar, sitting at that same table, but tonight, the two of you are shown to a booth in a quieter corner, side by side

- Abel wastes no time in sidling up close, pressing his thigh to yours, sliding his arm around behind you

- You don’t shy away from him, and you’re graced a smile – one of the ones you’ve become so addicted to

- Abel gets more bold          - So do you

- You reach up and brush a stray hair away from his face when it falls out of place

- The hand that isn’t resting on the back of your chair rests on your thigh          - The hand that was on the back of your chair lifts, and the pads of his fingers tease over the nape of your neck          - The sensation sends shivers trickling down your spine

- You don’t want to wait all night; you’re a little worried that you might lose your nerve          - “It’s getting late.”          - “What would you like to do?” He asks.          - “Take me home, Abel.”

- He grins, lowering his head and brushing his lips against yours as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

[freelancearsonist]

being pregnant with abel's baby!!

truly the perfect baby daddy 🥺

he’s incredibly affectionate on a normal day, and when you’re pregnant????

take sweet, handsy, cups-your-face-and-calls-you-baby abel and amplify by at least 20

he’s constantly got a hand on your belly, constantly asking if he can’t get you anything or help with anything, constantly grinning and asking if you think the baby will look more like you or him

i’m getting teary just thinking about it 🥹

[dailyreverie]

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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