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spicyllewyn · 7 months

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Kinktober 4. - Almost getting caught.

Abel Morales x F!Reader.

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

Word count. 2k

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

Kinktober masterlist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tú eres mi recompensa."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He moaned, loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For different reasons, of course.

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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

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

His Michael Corleone vibes in this movie tho

sorry Leto, you're the second daddiest daddy

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

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god-complex-12 · 10 months

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Ataraxia

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

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

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

Word Count: 0.5k

The Most Violent Year Masterlist, Oscar Isaac Masterlist

A/N: Enjoy, Idk..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come to bed.” Y/N whispered.

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

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freelancearsonist · 2 years

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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 🥹

#clarke answers #abel morales x reader #abel morales headcanon #oscar isaac characters

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alpaca-clouds · 11 months

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Communication & Compromise [Hector/Isaac]

Alright. New Sunday, new smut story. Though this one is admittedly fairly light on smut and more heavy on humor and Striga being an annoying big sister to the two. xD

“Easy to say,” Hector muttered and threw Striga a gaze. “I do remember her being rather… openly disgusted, when Lenore and I…”

“That was different,” Striga interrupted. “Lenore was my little sister. And you are still human. So of course, that is fucking disgusting.” She shrugged. “Also, I have at least two times overheard a human going at it with one of your beasties, now, so compared to that anything you two would do is rather tame.” Then she paused and looked at Abel. “Except if you were to include him.”

The shocked gaze, that Abel now expressed, got Isaac to laugh out loud.

#castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania fanfiction #soft smut #fluff #humor #isaac laforeze #castlevania hector #striga castlevania #abel castlevania #hector x isaac #isaac x hector #isaactor

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the-witheredroses · 5 months

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Oscar Isaac Characters Finding You Dead

Minors DNI

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

Sorry if anyone is ooc!

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

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

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

Not proof read or heavily edited

Miguel O’Hara - Villain Attack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Open your eyes… please… mi amor…

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

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

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

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

I failed again…

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

I failed.

I failed…

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

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

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

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

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

Where were you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They all would get justice for you.

By Konshu’s word, he swore they would.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake would do anything to see that smile again.

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

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

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

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

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

Your murderer will regret ever laying a finger on you…

Basil Stitt - Suicide

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

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

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

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

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

What are they doing to your things?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he was also angry.

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

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

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

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

Blue Jones - Murdered by a Client

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

But Blue didn’t expect this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My poor bunny…

Poe Dameron - Spaceship Crash

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

Together, you were going to celebrate the victory.

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

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

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

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

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

He called out your name, to no response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My galaxy, I’m so so sorry…

Nathan Bateman - Killed by a Prototype

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

Not that he ever let you go downstairs, no.

He didn’t need you to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She even looked oddly similar to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He even kept the prototypes locked up no matter what.

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

How idiotic…

Duke Leto Atreides - Poisoning

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

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

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

He wanted to propose eventually.

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

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

In that moment, Leto regretted never marrying you.

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

But this wasn’t worth it.

Your life wasn’t worth it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You died under his care.

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

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

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

I wish I had made you mine, my dear…

Prince John - Assassination

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

It only made his reputation worse.

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

And now all the citizens hate him, rightfully so.

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

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

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

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

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

The message was received.

John had gotten word of what happened.

He found out about how you begged for your life.

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

It made him angry. It made John furious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Car Accident

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

He always was worried and tried to protect you.

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

So why did the world still take you from him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did this happen to you? Why you…

Anselm Vogelweide - Shot on Accident

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

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

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

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

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

And it didn’t go unnoticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My dove…

Llewyn Davis - Suicide

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He instantly wished he never opened the door.

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

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

What have you done…

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

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

And that broke his heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘If I had wings, like Norah’s dove,

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

Abel Morales - Accidentally Killed During Work

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

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

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

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

But this was the first time someone actually died…

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

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

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

You were doing a simple house call and sales pitch.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bullet hit you in the Achilles tendon.

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

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

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

That’s what hurt Abel the worst.

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

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

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

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

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

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Brb sobbing in the club rn…

For real though, thank you for reading!

Feel free to send over any requests/suggestions

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𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓) ❅ all abel morales x male reader 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 (𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕) ❅ all jake x male reader 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐲 (𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆) ❅ all jonathan x male reader 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕) ❅ all marc x male reader 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 (𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆) ❅ all miguel x gn reader ❅ all miguel x male reader 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝒆𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂) ❅ all nathan x male reader 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 “𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞” 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 (𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓) · all santiago x male reader 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕) · all steven x gn reader

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒓 𝟐) ❅ all dave x gn reader 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆) ❅ all dieter x gn reader

𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏) ❅ all din x gn reader ❅ all din x male reader 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 (𝒏𝒚𝒑𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆) ❅ all dio x gn reader ❅ all dio x male reader

𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 (𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕) ❅ all ezra x gn reader ❅ all ezra x male reader

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 “𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡” 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓) ❅ all frankie x gn reader ❅ all frankie x male reader 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 “𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲” 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐬 (𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆) ❅ all jack x gn reader ❅ all jack x male reader 𝐣𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕) ❅ all javi x gn reader ❅ all javi x male reader 𝐣𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐧̃𝐚 (𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒔) ❅ all javier x gn reader ❅ all javier x male reader

𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔) ❅ all joel miller x gn reader ❅ all joel x male reader

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐦��𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨 (𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔) ❅ all marcus x gn reader ❅ all marcus x male reader

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕) ❅ all marcus x gn reader ❅ all marcus x male reader

𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 (𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒) ❅ all max x gn reader ❅ all max x male reader

𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔) ❅ all max x gn reader ❅ all max x male reader

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 (𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔) ❅ all oberyn x gn reader ❅ all oberyn x male reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐫 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍) ❅ all pero x gn reader

𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 (𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) ❅ all tim x male reader

𝐆𝐍 + 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

❅ pedro pascal & oscar isaac characters ❅ marvel ❅ misc. fandoms

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fucked-up-character-tournament · 3 months

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Most fucked up ships:

Yes I am including some old ships from previous tournaments, I haven’t gotten enough new ships otherwise, apologies.

1. Dolph Laserhawk x Alex Taylor from Captain Laserhawk

2. Niji Red x Ramon from Captain Laserhawk

3. Dolph Laserhawk x Rayman from Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix

4. Sarah Fisher x Dolph Laserhawk from Captain Laserhawk A Blood Dragon Remix

5. Yuuji Itadori x Mahito from Jujitsu Kaisen

6. Jiang Cheng/Qi Rong, from 'The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation' and 'Heaven Official's Blessing'

7. bingqui (luo binghe x shen qingqiu) from scum villain's self saving system.

8. Heaven Official's Blessing. Ships He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan.

9. Ives and Boyd from Ravenous 1999

10. Eve and Vilanelle, Killing Eve

11. cain/abel, the Bible

12. Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan (songxuexiao), The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi

13. Sephiroth/Cloud (FF7 Compilation)

14. Clary and Jace from the Mortal Instruments

15. Rika Sasaki/Yoshiyuki Terada, Cardcaptor Sakura,

16. The Folgers Coffee ship. From the Home for the Holidays commercial from 2009.

17. Veralidaine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalín, from the Immortals Quartet

18. Eli/Oskar, Let the Right One In (2008).

19. Lavan Firestorm/Kalira, Brightly Burning

20. Lapis/Jasper (Steven Universe

21. PearlescentMoon/SMajor, the Life Series

22. Christine/The Phantom (Phantom of the Opera

23. Distracted Boyfriend/Jealous Girlfriend, Distracted Boyfriend meme

24. The Brain/Julia (Animaniacs 2020)

25. Veronica Sawyer/JD (Heathers)

26. Sterek, Teen Wolf

27. Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard, The Magnus Archives

28. Fyodor and Nikolai, Bungo Stray Dogs

29. Beatrice and Battler, Beabato, from "Umineko”

30. Father Paul/Riley Flynn; Midnight Mass

31. Edward Teach/Izzy Hands; Our Flag Means Death;

32. Misa Amane and Light Yagami - Death Note

33. Batman/Joker

34. Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm

35. Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia - The Borgias

36. Dean/Sam Winchester from Supernatural

37. will graham/hannibal lecter (hannigram) from nbc hannibal

38. Vegas/Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)

39. Hitori Uzune and Nanaki Kazuaki from Hatoful Boyfriends.

40. Lanze/Bluepool and Anan from Beauty and the Beasts

41. Blade and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail

42. Spuffy

43. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth

44. Isaac and Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath

45. Lenore and Annabelle, Nevermore

46. Estelle and Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady

47. Layla and Matthias, Cry or Better Yet Beg

#polls #most fucked up ship tournament #submissions #most fucked up ships

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thornonthevine · 1 month

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Okay, because Lesbian Anon is slowly becoming a regular;

I want everyone's opinion on her cuz yeah!

Also, for Malachai; pls force Isaac to take his meds

Oh, and Gabriel: What do you and Matt do when Hannah's not around?

Isaac: NO NOOO-

Malachi: *chasing Isaac with a pill bottle in his hand* GET BACK HERE!

Vicky: she’s cute!..

Burt: SHES MAKING ME GO INSANE

Micah: she’s something!

Danny: shes cool

Lacy: don’t know her but she seems nice

Eli: I don’t know

Josh: uhh hang on *reads all those Vicky x lesbian anon post* ship..is that the name?

Maria: she’s cute!..Burt is a little weird at times

Malcom: glad she’s trying to get her away from Burt

Joseph: ??

Ezekiel: she’s okay..

Allison: didn't know vicky likes girls but im here for it!..they seem like a nice couple!

Greg: yeah they seem like they’d make a nice pair

Kir: I hope im invited to the wedding.

Tyrus: VICKYS GAY?

(Btw they like lesbian anon)

Hannah: she’s nice i guess

Gabriel: well she's nice and me and Matt just hang out your know..

Matt: JUST HANG OUT?

Abel: JEHSJSGJSSVIWGSIEGEJSGSISGSJSGSH-

#children of the corn #children of the corn the final sacrifice #children of the corn urban harvest #children of the corn the gathering #children of the corn fields of terror #children of the corn isaacs return #children of the corn revelation #when’s the wedding!!

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lucidstoriabloggin · 5 months

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Fandom List!

This is long winded BUT, just a small list of fandoms that I'm familiar with and/or will post about/ or who I consider insipiration from.

Fandoms under the cut.

DC:

Peacemaker

Vigilante

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Arrow

Edward Blake

Captain Boomerang

TDK

Blackguard

Javelin

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Marvel:

Moonknight/Steven Grant/Marc Spector

Daredevil/Matt Murdoch

Jessica Jones

Loki

Thor

Punisher

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Natasha Romamoff

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Yelena Belova

Peggy Carter

Clint Barton

Captain America

Gamora

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Anime:

Chainsaw Man

One Piece

Sailor Moon

Jujitsu Kaisen

The Way of the Househusband

Ouran Host Club

SpyxFamily

Cowboy Bebop

Hunter x Hunter

Inyuasha

Bleach

Fruits Basket

Neon Genesis Evangelion

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Attack On Titan

Black Butler

Hellsing

Howl’s Moving Castle

My Neighbor Totoro

Ghost In The Shell

Spirited Away

Ponyo

Kiki’s Delivery Service

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Supernatural:

Crowley

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Gabriel

Rowena

Gadreel

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Law & Order:

Olivia Benson

Elliott Stabler

John Munch

Alexandra Borja

Nina Cassidy

Mike Logan

Conni Rubarosa

Michael Cutter

Cyrus Lupo

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Blue Bloods:

Jamie Reagan

Danny Reagan

Eddie Janko

Maria Baez

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StarWars:

Han Solo

Cassian Andor

Boba Fett

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Padmè Amidala

Kylo Ren

Rey

Poe Damaron

Din Djarin

Jyn Erso

Bo-Katan

Ahsoka Tano

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Horror: (Characters & Films)

Evil Dead

Chucky/Tiffany

Norman Bates

Ghostface

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Carrie White

Laurie Strode

Clarice Starling

Ellen Ripley

Ed Warren

Lorraine Warren

Donnie Darko

Pearl

Stephen King (film catalog)

Halloween

Friday the 13th

Scream

Insidious

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Twilight:

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jacob

Alice Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Benjamin

Carlisle Cullen

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Harry Potter:

Hermione

Regulus Black

Sirius Black

Snape

Ron Weasley

Bellatrix Lestrange

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Professor McGonnagall

Albus Dumbledore

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Ginny Weasely

Oliver Wood

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Kdramas:

Yumi Cells 2

My Liberation Notes

A Business Proposal

Soundtrack #1

Again my Life

Boys over Flowers

Hotel De Luna

Because this is my First Life

Flower of Evil

When The Weather is Fine

Summer Strike

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What We Do In the Shadows:

Nadja

Lazslo

Nandor

Vladislav

Simon the Devious

Viago

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Mystery Science Theater 3000:

Joel

Mike

Tom & Crow

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The Walking Dead:

Negan

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Glen Rhee

Shane Walsh

Carl Grimes (SFW ONLY)

Maggie Greene

Eugene Porter

Leah Shaw

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Our Flag Means Death:

Captain Blackbeard

Stede Bonnet

Jim

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The Last of Us:

Joel

Ellie

Marlene

Tess

Riley Abel

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Resident Evil:

Ada Wong

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveria

Ethan Winters

Ashley Graham

Lady Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Luis Sera

Albert Wesker

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Other Video Games & Characters:

Link (Breath of The Wind & Tears of the Kingdom timelines)

Zelda (Breath of The Wind & Tears of the Kingdom timelines)

Isaac Clarke (Dead Space)

Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

Mike Munroe (Until Dawn)

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn)

Rani (Elden Ring)

Melina (Elden Ring)

Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Abigail (Stardew Valley)

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines 2

Baldur’s Gate

Fatal Frame

Death Stranding

The Devil in Me

God of War Ragnarok

The Quarry

Half Life Alyx

Man of Medan

Life Is Strange

Callisto Protocol

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American Horror Story:

Dr. Ben Harmon

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Zoe Benson

Madison Montgomery

James Patrick March

The Countess

Xavier Plympton

(** I can also do the one off’s from the American Horror Stories anthology**)

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Castle:

Kate Beckett

Richard Castle

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Adventure Time

Fiona

Finn

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Princess Bubblegum

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XFILES:

Dana Scully

Fox Mulder

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Other TV Shows:

The Blacklist

Gilmore Girls

Black Mirror

Dr. Who

Inside Man

The Last Kingdom

Peaky Blinders

The Witcher

Wednesday

Justice League (& Justice League Unlimited)

Derry Girls

Better Call Saul

Westworld

The Good Place

Sabrina The Teenage Witch (SFW ONLY)

Stranger Things

The Umbrella Academy

You

Always Sunny in Philadelphia

The Bear

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

New Girl

Dexter

Yellowjackets

Weeds

Firefly

Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir (SFW ONLY)

Angel

Outlander

Bridgerton

Sons of Anarchy

Dawson’s Creek

Scream Queens

Sleepy Hollow

Legion

Castle Rock

Downton Abbey

Killing Eve

Broadchurch

Hannibal

True Blood

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Movies:

Trainspotting

Only Lovers Left Alive

Infinity Pool

Crimson Peak

The Craft

Labyrinth

The Breakfast Club

Nightmare Alley

Triple Frontier

Enola Holmes (SFW ONLY unless only playing Sherlock)

Warm Bodies

Pride & Prejudice

Glass Onion

WW84

La La Land

Spider Man// Into the Spiderverse

Interview With a Vampire

Hairspray

Percy Jackson (all installments)

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Lord of the rings

The Notebook

PS I Love you

500 Days of Summer

West Side Story

Scott Pilgrim

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Bridget Jones’ Diary

Enchanted (Disney)

Beauty & The Beast

Cinderella

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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Thinking about isaac makes me just,, just.. smile.

Knowing for a fact that man has a praise kink and likes to be sweet talk to—by someone he admires, by someone he respects. He likes the consideration put in words you say when you interact with him, he likes the gratification that he gets from enlightenment you bestow. Likes the non-narrow mindset you have, issac respects you deeply because of that. Isaac likes despite whatever you've faced during your lifetime, hardships or not, you have beautiful personality that rolls with your mindset and views, and not off in a completely distasteful manner. He admires you so much, during not even a long period of time of friendship. Issac believes he's found his equal, someone so compatible with him, he finds himself woo-ed over, almost instantly at that notion.

Isaac often finds his mind wondering to you before bed. There's this just idyllic rush he feels course through him—but rush in a way that it didn't felt like a dam had burst, no, no, it wasn't intense, overwhelming like that. It was peaceful, his mind transition so quickly to this peaceful mood when in the thoughts of you. The rush that course through him was like, dipping into a lake to bathe. It was easy. So easy, to have his body drown so entirely, all around and every inch, was absorbed in the thought, no, possibly of being in your presence. Being a like something more with you. Isaac often lowers his hands almost unconsciously before bed, and when realized, he already was pleasuring himself. Uttering and babbling to himself, whimpering as he angle his fingers just right. Isaac wish it to be you, the first ever desire he indulge and fantasize in.

He wish you were with him to performed this intimate act. Isaac previously had wants, needs, plans— still do, but never desires, something he shunned humans for. Having desires and endlessly pursuing them, by whatever means, were at the core what humans embodied. But now, he doesn't care if he's exclude or included now that he has desires. All Isaac cares about more than that, is having you go crazy in desiring him as he desires you. Isaac is mad inlove and desires reciprocation. He wants those lips of yours, that wise mouth of yours, to conjure such honey sweet words, that his blood crawl out of his skin. Isaac is imagining all kinds of validation he would like to receive and it brings him all the way straight to climax, thickly dousing his own stomach.

Isaac is quite a blunt person. The moment his next interaction plays out with you, he concludes he'll bed you.

(What do you think of Abel? Man he's so pretty im tots a monsterfucker.)

Isaac my beloved—

We know for a fact that when he loves, he loves unconditionally. He’s loyal to the end. He’ll love and support you in this life and the next. Love him just as ardently, and he’s a goner. Putty in your hands, soft and pliant.

Also Abel??? Fuck yes.

Pretty like his master.

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#castlevania brainrot #sub castlevania #dom reader #top reader #sub isaac laforeze #isaac laforeze x reader #castlevania isaac x reader #castlevania abel #n/s/f/w #n/sfw

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bubbler-the-bubble · 9 months

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Welcome to my blog!

Here's some info so you can get to know me. However if you are in any way bigoted, leave now. This is not a safe space for any homo/transphobia, racism, abelism or any other discrimination.

The basics

Name: bubbles/bub

Pronouns: Any

Age: 19

Where am I from?: Ireland🇮🇪

What Languages do I speak:

-English(fluent)

-Gaeilge (intermediate)

-Deutsch(basic)

What am I doing:

Stuff that I'm reading:

-One Piece (I'm at chapter 120 currently)

-Spy x Family (I'm caught up)

Stuff that I'm watching:

-Leverage Redemption

-Downton Abby

-Almost paradise

What am I Playing:

-Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

My Hobbies:

-Knitting

-Crochet

-Drawing (I'm bad at this one, but I'm working on it)

-Writing poems

Other stuff that I like:

-Maths

-Physics

-Jojo's Bizzare Adventure (up to Stone ocean)

-My hero acadamia

-The Kirby series

-Stardew Vally

-Binding of Isaac

-Harvest Moon Friends of Mineral Town

-Ace Attorny

-Dragon ball

My favourite things<3

Animal: Flamingo

Colour: Pink

Dessert: Lemon Cheescake

Drink: Tea

Show:Leverage

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syrma-sensei · 1 year

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→ Licentious Show.

gif credit

pairing: abel morales x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, explicit.

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

word count: 2.2k

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

“Would you make me a show?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.” You say breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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