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Hey there! Could I request a Fluff alphabet for Angelo Dalton. It's so hard to find fanfiction for this manā¦ ;-;
šAngelo Dalton - SFW/Fluff Alphabetš
A = AffectionĀ (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
šAt first, Angelo is more guarded due to his low self-esteem. He doesn't believe that anyone could find him attractive, so he may rebuff your attempts at trying to be affectionate with him. He'll often grow quiet, deny your compliments, or even reply with scathing sarcasm. After a while, he'll FINALLY believe you, and a much softer side of Angelo begins to show itself. It starts with small physical gestures - interlacing his pinkie with yours, holding your hand while the two of you are at the movies, whispering how cute you look...even a quick peck on your cheek or forehead at the most random times. Angelo will eventually grow more bold as your relationship continues. He'll hold your hand out in the open, cuddle with you while the two of you watch A-Chan Days, and text you constantly throughout the day (and night).
B = Best friendĀ (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
šA friendship with Angelo would be rather rocky at first. Just like if he'd be in a romantic relationship, he's convinced himself that nobody would want to be around him - even as a friend. So when you approached him one day at lunch after seeing him sit by himself for so long, he simply scoffed and told you to get lost. And you came the next day. And the next. Angelo eventually became worn down enough to start talking to you, usually about anime and video games. The two of you continued to sit together, your conversations growing from your shared interests. Soon, you two were hanging out in class, then after school. You invited him over to play some video games, while he had you over for movie/anime nights. Angelo would never say it out loud, but he feels lucky to have a best friend like you.
C = CuddlesĀ (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
šAngelo is a little hesitant/touch-aversive at first, though he desperately craves it (poor thing is so touch-starved). It'll start with lacing his pinkie or finger with yours before he builds up the courage to wrap his arm around your shoulder and hold you close. Angelo will literally blush each and every time the two of you cuddle. He'll drape his lanky body over yours, nestling his face against the crook of your neck while he squirms and tries to adjust himself to get comfy. He'll sneak in a quick peck here and there on your temple, cheek, or jawline while he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly as if he's afraid you'll drift away without his hold. Once the two of you start hugging, it's hard for him to stop as well. He's addicted to feeling your body against his.
D = DomesticĀ (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
šAngelo doesn't often fantasize about marriage or settling down. He DOES want a relationship, but the concept of legal commitment for life honestly kind of scares him. He's more of a casual relationship kind of guy, and seeing how successful his mom has been without a husband, he's never felt like marriage was a necessity for a happy life. Speaking of his mom...Jennifer usually does the household chores and cooking. If/when she isn't home, she'll typically have leftovers or leave microwave meals (usually hot pockets). It's not that he doesn't know how to do chores, he's just a lazy ass who prioritizes his hobbies over helping out his mom. It'll be up to you to grab him by the ear and drag him off to start cleaning his room (DON'T even think about touching the bathroom unless you have a hazmat suit). And don't get me started on cooking. Let's just say there's a reason why home-ec is his lowest grade. :( IF you end up knowing how to cook, however, he'll fall even more in love with you.
E = EndingĀ (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
šANGST WARNING: There would be signs of him about to break up with you. He'll grow more quiet, cold, and distant - both physically and emotionally. Angelo will avoid you as much as possible, even refusing to reply to your calls or texts. He'll no longer laugh at your jokes or make snide comments with you...and instead will direct them more towards you. Angelo will mock you or tease you, and not in a joking or cute way. He'll try to make you get a clue without directly telling you - he's afraid of seeing you so hurt and devastated. If the relationship doesn't end quietly, he'll send a short text instead of doing it face-to-face. Or Angelo will write a note and shove it into your locker, hot tears pricking at his eyes as he runs down the hall while clenching his jaw.
šWell...Angelo has never really thought about marriage. He's still a senior in high school, and while some of his classmates have declared their dreams of going to college, pursuing a career, or settling down, he's more content with living life in the here and now. The unpredictable nature of the future terrifies him - he just wants things to always stay the same between the two of you. Despite all that, he doesn't want you to leave him behind if you do choose to go to college or start a job. He'll follow you like a lost puppy no matter what you choose, always making sure you're safe and protected. Regardless, Angelo would drag his feet and take his time when it comes to marriage. If you want that level of commitment, he'll be weary at first. But as time goes on, he might just change his mind...
G = GentleĀ (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
šAngelo is interesting, in that he's physically gentle but emotionally pretty rough around the edges. He's very careful about how and where he touches you, always making sure he's being soft and not crossing any boundaries (though he may get bold and a bit handsy if the two of you are making out). Angelo apologizes if he makes you uncomfortable, and will immediately stop if you ask him to. Emotionally, on the other hand...Angelo doesn't really have a lot of self-regulation, so if he catches even a whiff of teasing or doubt from you, insecurity will take over and he'll snap at you. He'll either taunt you or reply with a dry remark, acting huffy for a long period of time and withdrawing socially. Angelo will grumble and pout...until you offer him his favorite energy drink or a kiss (is it bribery? Yes - but he does not care).
H = HugsĀ (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
šOh, Angelo ADORES hugs, especially when you glomp him (but not in public - he has a "masculine image" to maintain after all). His face will turn as red as a tomato if you hug him at school, a cracked squeak leaving his throat before he clears his throat and scoots away. When he's not at school, he'll be stuck to you like glue. He'll glomp you in return, nuzzling his face against yours while wrapping his long limbs around you. He acts like a kitty cat, wanting to curl on top of you as he listens to your heartbeat while muttering about how much he adores you. The longer you're in a relationship with him, the more Angelo gets comfortable sharing more physically affectionate gestures with you in public. It'll start with a side hug, then evolve into you sitting in his lap at the lunch table or couch while he laces his arms around the front of your body, resting his chin on your shoulder.
I = I love youĀ (How fast do they say the L-word?)
šDespite acting guarded at first, Angelo is quick to fall in love. He's like a puppy when giving an ounce of affection, (not so) subtly finding ways to be around you more often. He'll linger by your locker or even sign up for tutoring with you (he doesn't actually care about getting better grades - he just really wants to spend time with you!). As your relationship evolves, he'll grow more brave. It'll start with physical touch at first, then small compliments here and there. One night when the two of you are lounging on your bed, your fingers laced together as you both stared up at the ceiling. Without thinking, Angelo suddenly blurted "I think I'm in love with you". It took you both by surprise, his pale face growing as red as a cherry as he squeaked and tensed beside you. He begins to ramble about how idiotic he sounds until you abruptly pressed your lips against his. He gasped, his trembling hands moving to cup your face as he soaked in your kiss. All that to say, he's usually the first in a relationship to drop the L-word.
J = JealousyĀ (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyāre jealous?)
šIt's so easy for Angelo to get jealous, like uncannily easy. A person could simply breathe within your vicinity and he'll start acting all huffy. His eyes will narrow as he clenches his jaw, holding your hand a little tighter or pulling you against his side. Sometimes he'll start to get pouty, muttering "Wouldn't you rather spend time with (X)?" and avoid eye contact. Oh, and God forbid if someone chooses to actively flirt with you - Angelo's eye will twitch as he gives that person a death-glare and whisk you far away from them (most of the time rather comically, like in a slice-of-life anime as he pushes you out the door). He'll remain silent for a while, simply wanting to be as close to you as possible while he tries to control his breathing. All it takes is a little reassurance from you - a hand on his arm, a gentle murmur that you promise to stay - and he's putty in your hands.
K = KissesĀ (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
šWhat he lacks for in experience, Angelo makes up for with passion. His first kiss on the lips with you started off really sloppy and quick; he nearly forgets to breathe when he suddenly slammed his lips against yours. Angelo winced when he remembers that he has braces, asking if you're okay. When you tell him that you are, he dove in again - much softer and slower this time. He loves each and every inch of you, and wants to cover you from head to toe in his kisses. However, his favorite places to kiss you are your lips and cheeks. Your cheek was the first "kiss" he ever gave you - a quick peck when you were getting off the bus one day. As you got up, he rapidly stole a kiss on the cheek before squeaking and ducking his head down. You smiled gently and kissed his cheek in return, making his face turn tomato red. Every time he kisses you on the lips, Angelo swears that time stops. He'll always slide his hands up and cup your face while the two of you kiss, his heart pounding against his sternum as his head grows dizzy with bliss.
L = Little onesĀ (How are they around children?)
šAngelo is weary around children, opting to spend as little time with them as possible. He thinks they're loud, stinky, and have no sense of personal space...just like him (*cough*). He doesn't hate them perse, he just doesn't know how to interact with them. Maybe it's because he's an only child, or has little to no experience with being around children, let alone helping raise one. Still being in high school and not really having a grasp on what his prospects are, Angelo hasn't even begun to think about having kids and starting a family. Later on in your relationship, if you do bring up wanting to have little ones, he'll nearly choke on his own spit. He can barely take care of himself - how in the world could he care for a little baby?! It truly boggles his mind...but it doesn't stop him from thinking of a little him or you running around every once in a while.
M = MorningĀ (How are mornings spent with them?)
šWhen he was single, Angelo usually spent his mornings sleeping past his alarm. He would slink out of bed, sometimes brushing his teeth, barely brushing his hair, and grabbed a protein bar before heading out the door to the bus (often times forgetting his homework or backpack entirely). When he started dating you, however, he began to wake up a little bit earlier since you sent him a "good morning" text every day. He always looks forward to it, his heart soaring whenever he reads your early morning messages. He starts to take better care of himself (mostly because he doesn't want to gross you out), sometimes even showering in the morning and brushing his teeth. When he arrives at school and goes to the assembly area before everyone is released for classes, he'll make a bee-line towards you and proceed to rest his chin on top of your head (his way of saying "I'm sleepy - good morning"). Angelo will at times "forget" to eat breakfast, because he knows you'll share yours with him when he gets to school (usually pancakes or waffles).
N = NightĀ (How are nights spent with them?)
šIf it's a school night, Angelo will typically spend it playing online video games with you (CoD, WoW, etc). He'll slam people over voice chat if you die, blaming them and defending you (if you're bad at video games, he'll still defend his darling Y/N). If it's not video games, then he'll usually stay up late "doing" his homework while talking to you on the phone. Hours can pass before he realizes that he needs to go to bed. Angelo hates school nights, since it means all the late night talk has to come to an end earlier than the weekends. On the weekends, the two of you will usually spend the night at each other's houses (if your parents will allow it, that is). You'll also play video games, watch anime or a movie, and chat into the hours of the morning. You're usually the one who falls asleep first, laying on top of him while he admires your cute, sleeping form. He'll kiss the top of your head and pull the covers over the two of you before eventually falling asleep himself.
O = OpenĀ (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
šHe's rather slow in revealing things about himself. He's been guarded for a long time, his heart hardened by being bullied and isolated for so long. Angelo is initially hesitant to share more personal details about himself, opting to act like a "cool" and "sarcastic" guy. If/when you share something personal about yourself, he'll act very awkward and either grow silent or simply shrug, saying "Oh. That's nice...I guess". He'll internally face palm himself when you frown and tears prick your eyes. Angelo will try to recover but fumble over his words, groaning and running a hand down his face before thanking you for sharing with him. It won't be until after he gets to know you a little more before he starts to feel comfortable with talking about himself.
P = PatienceĀ (How easily angered are they?)
šDespite him trying to act like the "cool, quiet bad boy", Angelo has a hair-trigger temper. Whether it's raging at an online debate or putting up with the relentless teasing from T-Bone, Angelo is quick to snap. He's a brooding young man who's anger festers over time. While some bottle up their rage, Angelo's comes out in quick, small bursts. He'll usually shout and kick something (usually the wall, which results in him cradling his foot and hissing between gritted teeth). Despite all of that, he will NEVER show his anger around his significant other. He's too afraid of snapping and hurting you or causing you to leave him because he couldn't keep a lid on his temper. If you do something that aggravates him, he'll try to calmly let you know about it or use his usual, sarcastic snark. Angelo's nostrils may flare a bit, but he tries to hide how frustrated he is. When you tell him to be honest with you, he may end up crying a little and hold you close, feeling relieved that he doesn't have to pretend that everything is perfect and fine.
Q = QuizzesĀ (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
šAngelo tends to be fairly forgetful :/ Poor guy is sleep-deprived and has his own slew of emotional issues, so he's bound to be either too tired or distracted to fully engage or listen to you. He's also used to being a loner, having nobody to talk to or bounce ideas off of. Because of that, he can be rather self-centered at the start of your relationship (though only because he believed he only had himself to trust). That being said, he picks up on a few details here and there, especially if the two of you have any shared interests. The more the two of you talk, the more he pays attention to your likes and dislikes (from your favorite food to your least favorite pet peeve). It's still a little rocky, but Angelo is trying his best.
R = RememberĀ (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
šAngelo's favorite moment of your relationship is when the two of you kissed for the first time. The two of you were playfully wrestling on his bed, him getting tackled over and over by you before he pinned you to the mattress. And there you were: so gorgeous as you gasped and gazed up at him, your eyes sparkling and lips parted oh so perfectly. He was so nervous, his palms sweating as his mouth grew dry, heart slamming against his ribcage as he sucked in a deep breath and- SMOOCH! His lips crashed against yours. A flood of bliss and a rush of excitement soared through his body as he trembled ever so slightly. His eyes grew wide and he pulled back, afraid he hurt you with his braces. Angelo quickly dove in for seconds after you said you were fine, tenderly letting his lips linger this time. The two of you lost track of time, the world growing small and consisting of your two forms melting in a wistful embrace.
S = SecurityĀ (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
šHe's VERY protective of you. He's rather, uh, lacking in his attempts to defend himself, but when it comes to those he loves, Angelo is more than willing to go apeshit for them. He brags about all the weapons he has at home, from nunchucks to an actual katana. Does he know how to use them? Not really. Heās looked up YouTube videos on how to wield nunchucks, but heās accidentally whacked himself in the face (and his balls) on multiple occasions. So instead, he gets up in peopleās faces and threatens to doā¦something (usually leak their address online. Oh, he has his ways). If someone is being a little too flirty with you, Angelo will either hold you close or physically move you far away as fast as possible. When it comes to you protecting him, he loves it when you stand up to people (*cough* T-Bone *cough*). Heās terrified of you getting into a fight because of him, though - he doesnāt want anything happening to his baby.
T = TryĀ (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
š Because Angelo is rather forgetful for the first part of your relationship, so don't expect him to remember your first anniversary (sorry babe). But trust me when I say that he felt like a complete ass and desperately tried to make up for it. He sent you flowers, wrote love letters (Blake helped him on those) - Angelo even bought you a cute, green teddy bear with a little heart plushie. If need be, he'd get on his knees and beg you to forgive him. Needless to say, he hasn't missed a single date, anniversary, or gift after that. Angelo has a little bit of a hard time being, well, on time, but he manages to do his best and will get better as your relationship continues. One of his main love languages is gift giving, so expect your favorite snacks, drinks, and any trinkets you have your eyes on (keychains, stickers, etc.). Most of your dates are pretty laid back, either hanging out and chilling at your place or his (though it's no less romantic because of the setting). For everyday tasks, he's a bit of a slacker when the two of you first start dating, but Angelo learns to clean up after himself with some guidance from his mom.
U = UglyĀ (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
š One bad habit of Angelo is that he doesn't shower as much as he should. He mostly rolls out of bed, puts on his Axe Body Spray and heads out the door. He's a stinky man and is staunch in his beliefs about not showering...until you offer to shower with him that is. Nothing really happened between the two of you the first time, but needless to say he showers a lot more often since then. Angelo is also prone to biting his nails when heās deep in thought or anxious, to the point that his fingers look and feel raw. When you point it out to him, heāll get a bit defensive until you decide to play nurse and wrap his digits in bandaids and Neosporin. Angelo will pout the entire time, but he secretly loves it when you dote on him like that. Another bad habit he has is chewing loudly with his mouth open. He states itās because his braces feel uncomfortable, but if it truly distresses you heāll do his best to resist chewing too loudly.
V = VanityĀ (How concerned are they with their looks?)
š Itās interesting. Angelo is both insecurely aware of his looks while also not putting in a lot of effort. He knows heās frizzy, covered in acne, and is as thin as a strand of hair, and heāll often ruminate on how he doesnāt look like the āpopular guysā (aka T-Bone). He wishes he could be everything he thinks you want: muscular, smooth-skinned, suave hair and straight, white teeth. Angelo will be hesitant to talk to you about it, until your first kiss that is. Heāll fall even harder for you, though the insecurity continues to gnaw at him relentlessly. Angelo suddenly blurts out during a make out session about how you should be kissing someone ābetterāā¦but then you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. He didnāt expect you to smile and look at him with your soft gaze, telling him that heās the only one you want to kiss. Angelo felt his soul almost leave his body as he tackled you and kissed all over your face.
W = WholeĀ (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
š Oh most definitely. Despite trying to maintain a āmasculineā persona, Angelo used to be into rom-coms (mostly because Jennifer would watch them with her friends during girls night, and he would sneak downstairs to stay up and watch). He really does believe in the sentiment of someone being his ābetter halfā and that they ācompleteā him. So when he finds you, he finally feels like heās found the missing piece heās been searching for all along. Angelo will get whiny when the two of you are separated for longer periods of time, either because of school breaks or vacations. Even though you frequently text and call him, he swears itās not the same as you being there in his lap or arms, his lips on yours as the two of you relax in his bedroom. And although the two of you have different classes, he still gets a bit agitated when he has to focus on his schoolwork instead of spending time with his darling (Y/N).
X = XtraĀ (A random headcanon for them.)
š Angelo has Omphalophobia - aka the fear of belly buttons. He thinks itās because all of the other holes in your body have a purpose: your mouth for breathing and eating, your nostrils for smelling, your...well, you get the idea. But cāmon, belly buttons?! Angelo gets the whole umbilical cord deal and how your belly button is a remnant of that, but still! Itās freaky just having either an empty crater or a slightly bulging mass in the center of your body. Also, while he doesnāt describe himself as a germaphobe, Angelo is easily squeamish when people are visibly sick (that includes you). If you come to school sick, heāll grab gloves and a mask from the nurses office and shirk from giving you any physical affection, keeping you at bay with hand sanitizer like a vampire hunter holding up a crucifix. Heāll even hiss if you get too close! But donāt you worry, Angelo will make up for it with extra cuddles and kisses once you feel better.
Y = YuckĀ (What are some things they wouldnāt like, either in general or in a partner?)
š In general, Angelo does not like olives and green peppers on his pizza - heās more of a cheese or pepperoni kind of guy. He despises when people walk slowly in front of him, or if he's stuck in a large crowd of people and can't easily get to where he wants to go. He also hates people commenting on his body, as he already feels insecure about his appearance. He'll be especially hyper-aware if his partner comments or talks bad about his appearance. Angelo won't come out and tell you to stop, he'll just grow very quiet and bottle up his emotions. He's also sensitive when it comes to being left on read or being ghosted, especially when/if he's the one who initiated the conversation. Angelo will spam-text you, asking if you're okay or begging for you to reply. Usually it's that you were either in the shower or your phone died, but if you intentionally ghost him...he'll make sure you know how hurt he feels by acting more sullen at school.
Z = ZzzĀ (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
š Angelo has a wild sleep schedule: late nights and early mornings do NOT bode well for his physical and emotional health. He'll often stay up late either talking to you over voice chats on X-Box or over the phone, just playing video games by himself, staying up watching anime, or spending time on Reddit. Very rarely will he do his homework, instead opting to spend time with his sweetheart or indulging a little too much in his pastimes without moderation. He'll usually end up sleeping over his first alarm, slamming his hand on his clock repeatedly until Jennifer yells for him to get up and head to school. On the weekends, however, Angelo will usually sleep until 12-1 PM. He typically sleeps in just his boxers, even when the two of you are spooning in his bed. Angelo swears he sleeps more easily with you in his arms, his leg wrapping around yours as he holds you close. He calls you his "teddy bear", and will snuggle with you even when he drifts off to sleep.
stop forcing yourself to disengage with what you love because a layer of irony makes it more comfortable. admit you care and let yourself feel good about it
I just realized that you've made some of my favorite fan fics!! I didn't realize it was the same person lol. I love blake, they're so underrated, and your Blake fics were soso good! Would you perchance make another? No pressure ofc!
Beside Me (Blake Hoang x M!Reader)
Pairing: Blake Hoang x M!Reader
Category: Fluff/Angst
Tags/Warnings: Social Anxiety/Awkwardness, Swearing, Several Cases of Misgendering Blake, Sexism, Alcoholism, Drug Use (Weed/Vape), References to Sex, Abandonment Issues, Vomit, Blossoming Romance/Slow-ish Burn
Word Count: 3.8k+
Summary: During a school trip to Disneyland, your classmate's inner struggles are revealed to you.
A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you for your request. I'm so sorry this one took so long. :( Still, I hope you enjoy!
You fiddled with your iPod as you made yourself shrink in your seat. The bus was filled to the brim with rowdy, talkative teenagers. The cheerleaders laughed and giggled, the art kids swapping their sketchbooks. Most of your class was ecstatic to be going to Disneyland for your senior trip. You? You just wanted to snatch your diploma and head off to Rhode Island School of Design (aka RISD) as soon as possible. Many people in your grade were eyeing local universities, but not you. Not when RISD offered the best photography program in the whole fucking nation.Ā
You flinched as you felt the person beside you lean their head against your shoulder. Your eyes soaked in the sleeping form of Blake Hoang. You didnāt know them too well - hell, you barely spoke to them (or anyone for that matterā¦then again, they were almost the same). You plucked your headphones out as they mumbled something before letting out a quiet snore. You couldnāt help the small smile that crept over your features. They smelled, well, interesting. Like a mix of clean linens and somethingā¦musty? You couldnāt quite put your finger on it.Ā
āHey, look at that,ā a man nearby snickered. You blinked, your head snapping up as two athletes before they smirked and nudged each other. Heat filled your cheeks as Blakeās cheek squished against the sleeve of your shirt. āAw, such a cute couple,ā one of the jocks, a tan, blonde one, leaned in closer. āTell me, is she good in bed?ā he whispered huskily. Your brows furrowed as you flared your nostrils.Ā
āItās ātheyā,ā you huffed. You tensed when Blake suddenly held up a middle finger, one of their eyes cracked open.Ā
āYeah, and I guess youāll never know if Iām a good fuck, will you, Travis?ā they added with snark. The jocks simply rolled their eyes and slid back into their seats. You still felt the heat permeate through your cheeks as Blake shifted and stretched their arms above their head. A soft yawn escaped them as they grunted. Your eyes wandered down to their slightly pudgy belly that poked out as their faded UCLA shirt rode up their torso. You swallowed and quickly faced forward when they glanced in your direction, a bolt of panic shooting through your chest. They rolled their shoulders as you fought the urge to stare at the curve of their busty chest. You clutched your iPod as you took a deep breath, your leg starting to bounce. A heavy, pregnant pause lingered between the two of you as you gripped your shorts.Ā
āSo, uh, ever been to Disneyland before?ā you asked, silently cursing as your voice cracked. They hummed, a bored expression remaining on their face as they shrugged.Ā
āYeah, a few times,ā they droned, though there was a hint of fondness in their eyes. āMy brother and I would ride Goofyās Sky School over and over. We drove our parents crazy,ā they said with a quiet laugh. You chuckled, your anxious expression starting to relax as your shoulders eased up. āYou?ā they asked before taking a swig of their water bottle. You caught a whiff of an acrid smell, though you dismissed it as that trend of people putting citrus juice in their water.Ā
āHm? Oh, uh, Iāve only been once. I was super little,ā you confessed and rubbed the back of your neck. They gave a quick nod while screwing on the top of their water bottle.Ā
āDid you like any of the rollercoasters you rode?ā Blake questioned. Your throat grew tight as your brows scrunched together. You didnāt want to admit that you actually havenāt ridden any roller coasters, period. You made a strangled grunt as your eyes rapidly flicked between their face and the window.Ā
āUhā¦Iām more of a Grizzly River Run kind of guy,ā you said with a shaky smile. Blake raised their brows as they poked their tongue against their inner cheek.Ā
āOh, I see,ā they finally replied. āSo youāre a pussyā they added bluntly. Your eyes widened.Ā
āEXCUSE ME?!ā you yelped a little too loudly. Several heads whipped around as eyes locked onto you. You lowered yourself in your seat as you grumbled. āI-Iām not a pussy. I justā¦never got around to riding the coasters. The lines were too long, it was too hot-ā you began to ramble. Blake rolled their eyes and crossed their arms.Ā
āListen, you gotta at least try one coaster while weāre here,ā they said. Your brows shot up at their emphasis on āweāreā instead of āyouāreā.Ā
āUh,ā you cleared your throat, your hand resting between your and Blakeās thighs. āSure. Any one in particular youād recommend?ā you asked. A mischievous smile fell over their features, their freckles pushing up as their cheeks lifted.Ā
āHmm, well thereās oneā¦but Iām not sure if someone like you could handle it,ā they said with a teasing tone. You scoffed.Ā
āOh, come on. I think I can,ā you replied with a roll of your eyes. Blake snickered.Ā
āAlright,ā they said and leaned closer. āLetās ride the California Screamin' then,ā they continued with a smirk. You felt your heart drop into your ass as you visibly tensed.Ā
āWh-,ā you paused and rubbed your temples. āYou know what? Fuck it. I think I can take it,ā you said as you slightly puffed out your chest. Blake clicked their tongue and slapped your back, making you lurch forward and grunt.Ā
āAtta boy,ā they snickered. It wasnāt long before the bus pulled up to the gates. You could practically hear the massive sea of people cheering and screaming with joy through the windows. The class filed out after the driver parked the long vehicle. Blake slipped on their shades, and you noticed a slight indent below their armpit, as if something was slotted beneath their clothes. They cleared their throat, causing your eyes to snap back up.Ā
āTake a picture, itāll last longer,ā they teased and tightened the strings of their loosely-hanging bag. You stumbled over your words as you held up your hands.Ā
āI-Itās not like that, promise!ā you yelped. They simply shrugged, took another swig of their drink, and waited for you to move. Your feet felt glued to the floor before you shuffled out with the rest of the group. One of the teachers and chaperones, Mr. Garcia, cleared his throat before rambling off the list of rules, including the ābuddy systemā. Blake sighed as they rolled on the balls of their feet.Ā
āGuess that means no going solo after the coaster,ā you heard them mutter with a hint of annoyance. You frowned, trying to not feel like a burden to them as the feeling of shame burned in your chest.Ā
āAlright, everyone,ā Mr. Garcia said as he adjusted his glasses. āJust a reminder to stick with your buddy or group while youāre in the park. Weāll meet at the City Hall on Main Street around 8 PM. After that, weāll head to the hotelā. Another teacher, the art instructor Ms. Johnson, clapped her hands with her classic, bright smile. āAnd rememberā¦make sure to stay safe and have fun!ā she chirped before leading the group towards the main entrance. You cast a sideways glance at Blake as you cupped your palms around the straps of your backpack.Ā
āSo, should we head to California Screaminā first?ā you suggested with a hopeful glint in your eyes. Blake only gave a quiet hum in reply, your heart sinking a little. āDid I already ruin their trip? They said āweā earlier, but now itās like their attitude completely changed,ā you thought as you walked in-step with them. The security check went fairly smoothly, though for some reason you nearly got an earful from one of the guards for bringing in your polaroid camera. You had to reassure them that yes, it was JUST a camera, nothing more, before you were finally ushered into the park.Ā
āJesus, what was up his ass?ā you mumbled as you and Blake wandered onto Main Street. Kids and adults alike strolled about, some wearing Mickey Mouse ears and others wearing colorful t-shirts. Blake looked around before suddenly splitting off towards the bathrooms. You furrowed your brows as you followed, glancing this way and that as you trotted behind them. You flinched when they suddenly slipped into one of the family bathrooms and slammed the door shut.Ā
āBlake?ā you asked with worry laced in your voice.Ā
āJust go on without me,ā they said. You heard them inhale deeply after a few seconds, clenching your hands on the bottom of your shirt. A flicker of bravery flashed through you.Ā
āI-Iām not leaving until I know youāre okay,ā you said firmly. They sighed heavily, and you could picture them rolling their eyes.Ā
āIām fine, alright?ā they snapped. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched. āJesus, youāre not my boyfriend or anything. Why the hell do you even care?ā Blake sneered. You frowned, recoiling a bit like a kicked dog.Ā
āI know-I know Iām not your boyfriend,ā you replied solemnly as you placed a hand on the door. āBut I justā¦I-,ā your voice caught as you almost choked. A drawn-out pause persisted as your heart hammered against your sternum. You sighed with relief when they cracked open the door, only to wrinkle your nose as a pungent cloud of smoke trailed through the opening. You yelped as they snatched your hand before tugging you inside, the smell of liquor and weed filling your nostrils as you gagged.Ā
āHow did you-why-what-ā you choked. Blake rubbed their arms, a vape pen and their water bottle resting on a shelf. āYou brought drugs into Disneyland?!ā you shrieked. They slid their hands over your mouth and quickly hushed you.Ā
āI know! I know, itāsā¦ā they sighed and let their hands fall back to their sides. Blake ran a hand through their sleek, dark hair. āI-,ā they frowned, their shoulders sagging. Your brows shot up as they abruptly began to sob. Your hands shook as globs of hot, thick tears rolled down their freckled cheeks.Ā
āO-Oh,ā you simply breathed as they gave a strained cry. You took a step closer, hesitantly wrapping your arms around their trembling form as you gently patted their back. Blake sniffed, their tears soaking through your t-shirt. āShhh, itās going to be okay,ā you murmured softly as they let out a choked sob. They sniffed and pulled their head back, their eyes red and puffy. Blake swallowed thickly before parting their lips.Ā
ā(Y/N)...thatās total bullshit,ā they muttered. āIām not fucking okay. I brought booze and weed to a fucking amusement park for Christās sake,ā they said with a bitter laugh and tugged on their dark bob cut. They slumped against the wall, their chest heaving as they sighed. āWhat the hell is wrong with me? W-Why canāt I stop?ā they spoke with a cracked voice. You gently slipped their hand into yours before giving it a reassuring squeeze. They slowly locked eyes with you as you wiped their tears with your other hand. No words came to you at that moment, all you could do was hold their hand and cup their face. Blakeās lips quivered before they dove forward, embracing you as they buried their face into your chest. You stumbled back with surprise before letting your hands rest on their back. You smiled ever so slightly as you held them close, resting your chin on the top of their head. The two of you cradled each other for several moments as they let out a quiet sob, while you rubbed your hands over their upper back. A loud knock on the door drew the two of you out of the moment.Ā
āBe out in a sec!ā you called. You heard anxious shuffling outside, some poor person probably having to go. Blake suddenly rushed over, quickly dumping their vodka into the sink. They clumsily shoved their items into a backpack and tugged their shades over their eyes before the two of you clamored out into the open. A mother with a baby on her hip had wide eyes as you both stumbled onto the pavement. āSorry,ā you murmured before leading Blake off to the side. They nearly tripped as you escorted them to the bench.Ā
āDo you need anything? Food? Water?ā you asked as you helped them sit. They shook their head as they held their hands against the back of their neck. You slid beside them, watching as the crowd came and went like the rise and fall of a tide. Your pinkie brushed against Blakeās as you let your back rest against the wooden bench.Ā
āMaybe some water would be nice,ā they eventually muttered. You blinked and gave a small nod, your hand protectively resting over theirs. Your cheeks flushed as they glanced over at you.Ā
āSorryā¦ā you said as you began to withdraw your hand. Your breath hitched when they abruptly grabbed your palm, lacing their fingers with your own.Ā
āDonāt be,ā they said with a lopsided grin. You shared their smile as you slowly rose to your feet, helping them up along the way. Blake stumbled a bit before they suddenly leaned against your side. Your heart skipped a beat as you carefully adjusted them in your arms.Ā
āDo you feel like you can walk?ā you asked, almost in a hushed, reverent whisper.Ā
āMmm,ā Blake simply groaned in reply. You frowned and looked around you.Ā
āBlake?ā you asked, worry laced in your voice as your stomach dropped.Ā
āMāfine, just-I think I need to sit for longerā¦ā they mumbled before their head slumped against your chest.Ā
Shit.Ā
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Mr. Garciaās head snapped up as you yelled and came jogging towards him. Your backpack was strung across the front of your body while you carried Blake on your back. He instantly rushed out of line and towards you.Ā
āOh my God,ā he breathed before clearing his throat. āI mean-(Y/N), is everything okay?ā the teacher asked as his thick, dark brows knit together. You panted, the sweltering California heat not helping the fact that you carried Blake every which way across the area.Ā
āYeah, Blake is sick. Like, throw-up sick,ā you explained. You werenāt wrong, either. Before you gave them a lift, they promptly turned their head and vomited over the bench, nearly spilling the remnants of their lunch over your shoes. Mr. Garcia wrinkled his nose before sighing.Ā
āWell, thatās a shame,ā he frowned deeply and scratched his cheek. Blake snored softly, their warm breath tickling the shell of your ear as you fought the heat growing in your cheeks. āAlright, Iāll take it from here. You go and enjoy the park, son,ā the teacher continued as his brows shot up. Your lips twitched as you shook your head.Ā
āIād like to stay with them, if itās okay,ā you said, not budging from where you stood. Mr. Garcia pursed his chapped lips.Ā
āHm,ā he simply hummed. āI donāt know. I was going to take her back to the hotel-āĀ
āThem,ā you suddenly said. You nearly froze beneath Mr. Garciaās piercing, dark-eyed gaze.Ā
āRight, er, them, back to the hotel,ā he said, using air quotations when he said āthemā. Blake stirred against your back, their chin resting on your shoulder as they groaned. You kept your stare on the man before you, your stance unwavering.
āIād really like to stay with Blake and make sure theyāre okay,ā you insisted. Mr. Garcia sighed and wiped away the sweat gathering on his creased forehead with a napkin.Ā Ā
āListen, (Y/N). You know our school has a strict policy regarding co-ed,ā he began with a stern lecture voice. It took everything in you not to scoff. Co-ed be damned - you just wanted to make sure Blake was safe. āMen and women canāt-āĀ
āIām not even a woman,ā Blake suddenly commented. The tension in the air was palpable as Mr. Garciaās nostrils flared.Ā
āI donāt care what you are,ā he snapped and took a step forward with a hand on his hip. You puffed your chest out a little as you stared him down. āDo I have to spell it out for you kids? Pink and blue combined makes purple, and we canāt have any purple on this trip now can we?ā Mr. Garcia spat. God, you just wanted to punch him square in the jaw. Your grip on Blakeās legs tightened as you gritted your teeth.Ā
āWeāre not gonna fuck if thatās what youāre getting at,ā Blake droned. You snorted out a quick laugh at their bluntness while your teacherās face bloomed a deep shade of crimson.Ā
āWh-Why you-ā he nearly choked as his eyes bulged out.Ā
āIs everything okay over here?ā Ms. Johnson's soft voice cooed. Your shoulders loosened as she came into view. Mr. Garcia huffed and pulled his pants further up his hips.Ā
āDonāt worry, Serenity. I have it under control,ā he said with an edge to his voice. Her curly, dark hair danced in the wind as Blake yawned right next to your ear.Ā
āYou go ahead, Diego. Iāll take it from here,ā she said, resting a hand on his arm. He stiffened a bit under her touch. She gazed at him with her honey-brown eyes, though her dark brows were arched with warning.Ā
āFine,ā Mr. Garcia eventually grumbled before stomping off. You sighed with relief before Blake wrapped their arms over your chest and squeezed you.Ā
āOh, goodness,ā Ms. Johnson frowned and placed her hand over Blakeās forehead. She shifted her gaze between the two of you before letting her eyes lock with yours. āToo much to drink?ā she whispered with a knowing look. Your jaw dropped as Blake huffed.Ā
āIs it that obvious?ā they said before retching. You nearly dropped them as you flinched, Ms. Johnson gently laid a hand on Blakeās arm as if to soothe them.Ā
āOh, honey,ā she spoke before rubbing Blakeās back. You noticed all the tension was slowly ebbing away from your muscles; Ms. Johnson always had a way of calming the storm, whether it was in or out of her art class. Blake hiccuped before your teacher led the two of you towards the bus. āDonāt you worry, Iāll make sure you two make it to the hotel,ā she smiled reassuringly. You grinned and nodded, feeling a sense of ease wash over you.Ā
Blake spent the bus ride there with a plastic bag between their legs, retching and dry heaving the whole way to the hotel. Ms. Johnson helped you two check in, her gaze fond as she handed you the room key.Ā
āNever mind about Mr. Garcia and that whole āco-edā nonsense. I trust you two,ā she said with a wink. You smiled, Blake now clinging to your side like a baby koala.Ā
āThank you, Ms. Johnson,ā you spoke with an appreciative grin. She nodded before helping you with your luggage. You almost had to drag Blake into the hotel room before gently guiding them towards the bathroom.Ā
āI wrote my cellphone number down on the notepad next to the bed. Let me know if you all need anything,ā Ms. Johnson said as you rubbed Blakeās upper back. They hurled into the toilet, just barely making it. You patted their shoulder before turning to your art teacher and giving a quick nod.Ā
āWe will. Thank you,ā you said. She gave you another kind smile before dipping into the hall. The door clicked shut as Blake coughed and spluttered.Ā
āShit, Iām never getting wasted again. I fucking swear,ā they grumbled and spit a few times into the toilet. You sighed softly, knowing the sentiment held little weight unless they were genuinely willing to accept that their habits were spiraling. It would be an arduous journey, and a long one at that. But a part of you hoped theyād let you take that journey with them, no matter how painful it would be. You blinked as you were pulled from your thoughts when their sunglasses fell off, revealing their glossy eyes.Ā
āHey, hey. Iām here,ā you gently reassured them. Blake sniffed and swallowed thickly, wiping their arm across their eyes.Ā
āPlease, donāt leave me,ā they choked. āDonāt leave me like everyone else,ā Blake cried. Your brows shot up as you rested your hands on their arms.Ā
āI wonāt,ā you spoke with a firm determination. You found yourself with the urge to kiss their temple, but refrained for now. Instead, you rested your chin on their shoulder as they continued to sob. āI promise,ā you murmured softly as you held them close.Ā
Epilogue - Three Months LaterĀ
You took a deep breath of air as you exited the auditorium. You tugged on the straps of your backpack, your camera bag slung across your shoulder and resting on your side. Freshman orientation wasā¦interesting. You werenāt sure what you were expecting from UCLA, but at least you had your partner there with you to make fun of the cheesy performances.Ā
āYou didnāt have to wait for me, you know,ā a familiar voice called behind you. You turned and grinned as Blake came strolling out of the building wearing their brotherās UCLA sweatshirt.Ā
āClearly you underestimate my desire to walk you to your first class, Hoang,ā you teased. They rolled their eyes and playfully nudged your shoulder. Ever since they started going to a support group, life seemed to return to their eyes and color slowly fading back into their face. Sure, they werenāt always consistent, but they were trying. You held out your hand before they clasped it with theirs, your arms swaying as you strolled across campus. They took a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh, their hand trembling in yours.Ā
āNervous?ā you said lowly. Blake scoffed.Ā
āOf course not,ā they replied despite the slight quivering of their bottom lip. You gave them a reassuring smile before leaning over and kissing their cheek.Ā
āHey, weāve got this,ā you said with a wide grin. The corners of their mouth turned up a little as they nodded. The two of you continued to walk along the sea of people, the California breeze rustling some of the trees in the green spaces.Ā
āYou know, you didnāt have to go to the same school as me,ā Blake spoke up as they glanced at you. āI know how badly you wanted to go to RISDā. You hummed quietly and tilted your head side to side.Ā
āI know,ā you paused before squeezing their hand. āBut Iād rather stay with you,ā you added. A faint blush dusted their cheeks as they pursed their lips.Ā
āS-Sure, great,ā they simply replied and cleared their throat. You chuckled, walking in-step with them towards the Law Building.Ā
āCāmon, future DA Hoang,ā you teased and threw a wink at them. They couldnāt help but smirk at that as the two of you continued to walk. Despite not going to your dream school, your heart has never felt fuller, finally being with the one you adored.
-He loves cuddles and hugs. He pulls you into a huge hug whenever either of you has had a bad day.
-When he has a crush, he is the most stereotypical guy ever, blushing and giggling whenever you're near.
-Househusband (only in spirit thought since he's the leader of the exorcists)
-Kinda related to the last point, he's decent at cooking. He can't make a 5-star meal or anything, but the food he makes is tasty.
-He'd get you gifts all the time. Nothing major, but if you off handly metion liking a specific kind of candy or something, you can expect to find a bag of it on your desk the next day.
-He likes to be around you. Not even necessarily doing anything, just hanging out in the same area.
a/n: This is my first time writing for Abel. I hope I did him justice
ā summary : He is always so gentle with you in bed. [top!abel] [smut]
ā pairing : Abel X fem! reader
ā word count : 2.2k
ā author note : I think im ovulating
By the time you had come undone for the many times he kept you, the edges of your thoughts had begun to blur. Your mind drifted somewhere, as you wondered again why you were here. Why you kept ending up beneath him like this. It had always felt like that with Abel: hazy, dreamlike, as though something about being under his touch clouded your better judgment.
When he finally pulled his fingers from you, the sudden absence left a hollow ache that made your breath hitch. Abel paused, looking down at you with a gaze so soft it almost hurt to meet it. His eyes pooled with something dangerously close to devotion. So lovesick and reverent, the kind of look someone might give a miracle they never expected to witness.
that was the cruelest part. You had fallen in love with the blonde what felt like an eternity ago. Unfortunately, you never knew where you stood with him. Nights like this made it impossible to think clearly. On nights like this he touched you as though you were something sacred like a fallen divinity he had been tasked with worshipping, guiding your body toward some quiet, private version of salvation. He would whisper praise against your skin, take his time like every inch of you was something worth studying.
Then there were the other days.
The days when the only glimpse you had of him was in passing walking down the corridor while you worked with Sera, his shoulder brushing by without even a pause. Sometimes a whole week would pass after nights like this before he looked at you again.
The contradiction left your head spinning.
Your body was overwhelmed in more ways than one. You were already sensitive, nerves buzzing and trembling from everything he had done to you so far, when his fingers slipped back inside you without warning. The motion made your hips jolt against the sheets as a quiet sound escaped your throat.
His other hand moved lazily over your chest, thumb brushing across your nipple in slow, absent circles. The light pressure only made the ache worse. They had been neglected for hours now. your whole body kept balanced in this careful, teasing torment.
Abel had stripped you down earlier praising you softly as his hands explored your skin. For hours he had done little more than that: tracing the curve of your waist, dragging his fingertips over your stomach, barely giving you more than the ghost of friction. When he did slide his fingers inside you, it was brief just enough to make your body react before he withdrew again.
The restraint had been agonizing.
Now, hovering above you, the blonde let out a low, strained groan. His eyes never left yours, watching every flicker of your expression the flushed heat in your face, the desperate way your lips parted whenever he moved.
You knew he could see it. How wrecked you were for him.
āOh ā His voice softened into something almost breathless. āYou are so beautiful tonight,ā he murmured, the words slipping from him like a quiet confession.
āWhen are you not, though?ā he laughed softly, watching you like he had all the time in the world. His voice dipped quieter after, almost thoughtful. āIāve missed you.ā
That had you flushing for reasons that had nothing to do with the heat still buzzing through your body. It shouldnāt have surprised you. Abel was always like this careless with words that landed too close to your heart. Like they didnāt make your chest tighten.
So stupid. So unfairly nice to you.
āStop being a dick,ā you breathed, the words coming out weaker than you intended.
Because really, all you wanted was for him to touch you.
If he wasnāt going to give you anything solid to hold onto outside of these nights then the least he could do was stop teasing you and actually finish what he started. It would only be fair, you reasoned bitterly. The decent thing to do.
At that, he gave you an exaggerated pout.
Abel shifted his weight, one arm bracing beside your head as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. The difference between the two of you felt almost ridiculous: him still fully clothed, sleeves pushed back, hair falling into his eyes while you lay beneath him bare and completely exposed.
āIāve missed you,ā he repeated.
This time the words were quieter.
He pulled his hand from between your legs, and the loss made your body twitch in protest. Slowly he dragged his palm up along your stomach instead, fingers tracing the sensitive path he had memorized hours ago. Every inch he passed left your nerves sparking.
By the time his hand reached your throat, you were already trembling.
His fingers curled gently around the back of your neck, holding you there as he looked down at you. The touch wasnāt tight. Possessive in a way that made your pulse race.
The whole movement left your body throbbing with a mixture of frustration and something softer you tried not to name.
Looking into his eyes made you feel far too exposed.
You tried to deal with that the only way you could think of reaching up and grabbing a fistful of his hair with both hands. The strands were soft between your fingers, and the slight pull made him suck in a breath.
āYou think that I didnāt?ā you murmured.
For a moment, something in his expression shifted.
Then Abel ducked his head.
His lips brushed against your collarbone first slow, lingering kisses that made your skin prickle. He followed the line upward, pressing soft touches along the side of your neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin between each one.
Your grip on his hair tightened without thinking.
He hummed quietly at the reaction before reaching for one of your hands. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, guiding it down between your bodies again.
Gently, deliberately, he placed your fingers where you were still aching for attention.
āThen donāt pretend you donāt know what you do to me,ā he murmured against your neck, guiding your hand with his. His voice had softened again, rougher now. āGo on.ā
āWhat the fuck is going on with him right now?ā you think, the question circling uselessly in your head.
You hesitate, ready to protest, but when you look up at him you catch the look in his eyes. Thereās a strange determination there focused, almost reverent that throws you off completely.
A small pout slips onto your lips despite yourself.
āSuch a dick,ā you mumble.
Still, you move your hand like he guided you, fingers beginning to trace slow circles. Your breath stutters as sensation builds again, your body already too sensitive for this game.
You glance down for a second then look back up.
Abel is watching you with the most unbearably smug expression youāve ever seen.
Fuck him. Fuck his stupid face. Fuck his stupid perfectness. And fuck his mouth. And, God why couldnāt he just fuck you already?
The thought only winds you tighter.
Your fingers move faster despite the irritation bubbling under your skin. Every motion sends sparks up your spine, your body reacting instantly after everything heād already done to you tonight. You can feel yourself getting closer, breath turning shallow, hips shifting against the sheets without meaning to.
And heās just
Watching.
Why was he only watching?
Why was he always like this with you gentle, teasing, careful?
Why had he never once been rough?
The tension coils tighter and tighter until you can feel the edge approaching, that familiar tipping point right at the brink
And then suddenly his hand closes around your wrist.
Stopping you.
āAbel! What the fuck?ā
Your voice cracks with pure frustration.
He winces immediately, looking almost embarrassed.
āIām sorry,ā he says softly. āItās justā¦ Iām so proud to see how good you do without me.ā
The bashful tone is so absurd it makes your brain stall.
Before you can even process the words, he lifts your hand, bringing it to his lips. He presses a kiss to your fingertips slow, warm and then, without breaking eye contact, slips them into his mouth.
Your stomach flips.
āEverything about you is so cute,ā he murmurs after a moment, voice light again. āYou are so perfect.ā
He lets out a quiet little giggle, like the thought genuinely delights him.
At this point, hours of this strange back and forth have left you completely lost.
You stare at him, trying to figure out what the hell heās talking about.
āOut of everyone up here,ā he continues softly, eyes drifting closed for a second as his hand moves lazily along your side, āout of every creation made for manā¦ you were made with no fault.ā
You blink at him.
What kind of sappy bullshit is happening right now?
āHow can I ever be enough?ā he laughs quietly, almost to himself, fingers still absentmindedly caressing your body.
āAbel,ā you say gently.
You reach up, touching his chin and guiding his face down just enough to press a soft kiss to his mouth.
The reaction is immediate.
His whole body goes tense.
Then something in him snaps.
Suddenly heās pulling you against him, arms wrapping around you so tightly it almost knocks the breath from your lungs. The careful distance heād kept all night disappears as he presses your body flush to his.
His kisses come rougher now urgent, scattered along your throat and collarbone. He drags his mouth down your chest, leaving warm marks in his wake, like heās trying to claim every inch of skin he can reach before the moment disappears.
Your hands tangle in his hair again as he moves lower.
Until finally his head dips between your legs, his breath warm against the inside of your thigh desperate in a way that makes your heart race.
he canāt hold himself back anymore. Abel let out a low, helpless sound the moment he finally tasted you. The moan vibrated against your skin, sending a sharp wave of sensation through your body.
āYou were made for me,ā he breathed, the words slipping out like they had been waiting there for a long time.
Your head tipped back against the sheets. You had never felt anything like this before. Every movement of his mouth was deliberate, hungry in a way that felt almost reverent. He didnāt rush, but he didnāt hold back either. His hands tightened around your thighs, pushing them open wider as if he needed to see you, needed you exposed beneath him.
āLook at you,ā Abel murmured between breaths. āYouāre already shaking.ā
God, sheās beautiful, he thought, almost dizzy with it. How is she even real?
He couldnāt stop. His grip tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the soft skin of your legs while he kept going, like he had no intention of letting you escape this time. Every few seconds another quiet praise slipped from him, spoken into your skin.
āSo pretty.ā
āCan you feel how much I missed you?ā
āYouāre doing so good.ā
Your hands twisted helplessly in the sheets. The overwhelming sensation had your chest tightening, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes before you even realized they were there. You were crying because it felt too good.
Abel noticed immediately.
He pulled back just long enough to glance up at you, breath uneven, lips slightly parted.
āHey,ā he said softly, brushing his thumb along your thigh. āAre those tears ā
Your only response was a shaky breath and a weak nod. A slow smile spread across his face. āGood,ā he murmured, almost fondly. āI was worried I wasnāt trying hard enough.ā
Then he dipped his head back down. Your whole body jolted. āAbel ā you gasped, your voice barely holding together.
He hummed in response, the vibration sending another sharp rush through you.
She says my name like that every time, he thought, a little dazed. How am I supposed to survive that?
His hands kept your legs steady as your body started trembling harder. You were so close now that everything felt fragile, like a single breath might push you over the edge.
Abel could see it. Your shaking, the way your hips shifted without control, the small desperate sounds leaving your throat.
āThere it is,ā he whispered softly. āDonāt hold back now.ā
The pressure finally snapped.
Your whole body went rigid as the sensation crashed through you, vision flashing white as the release tore through your nerves. A broken sound escaped your throat while your hands tightened helplessly around his hair.
You could barely think.
Your body was still shaking when the wave finally started to fade.
In the quiet that followed, Abel slowly lifted his head again. He lookedā¦ ridiculously pleased with himself.
A stupid, satisfied smile spread across his face as he looked between your trembling body and the flushed expression on your face.
Wow, he thought, staring a little too long. Sheās even prettier like this.
āYou did amazing,ā he said proudly, like you had just accomplished something impressive.
His thumb brushed lightly along your thigh again as he looked down at you.
Ź šš° : abel x reader, unprotected sex, nsfw, lots of compliments, kisses, lots and lots of love, cumming on her stomach, body insecurities, y/n loves her adorable boyfriend, gentle sex.
You first noticed it a few days ago. Abel, your boyfriend, that sweet and gentle angel who always managed to brighten any dark corner of Paradise with his shy smile, was different.
He, who used to laugh loudly at the silly jokes you told while strolling through the ethereal gardens, now seemed distant, his honey-colored eyes losing some of their usual sparkle.
You lived together in a cozy room in the vast celestial palace, a space you had transformed into a private nest, far from angelic responsibilities and the shadows of Abel's family pastāafter all, being Adam's son wasn't easy.
At first, you thought it was just tiredness; the recent events at the Hazbin Hotel, or rather, the repercussions in Heaven after the confrontations with Hell, had left everyone a little shaken. But then came the day he asked, so casually it almost went unnoticed.
You were in the room, you carefully adjusting his wings while he looked at himself in the large, gold-framed mirror. He was wearing a loose tunic, and you could see how he pulled the fabric over his stomach, as if he wanted to hide it.
āā Hey, love... do you think I'm, I don't know, taking up too much space lately? ā he said this with a forced chuckle, turning to you with his cheeks flushing slightly, as always happened when he felt vulnerable.
āā Like, with all these celestial feasts and banquets, I must look like one of those chubby cherubs from old paintings, right?
You stopped, your heart clenching. It wasn't an innocent question. Abel was chubby, yes, with soft curves, a soft belly that you loved to playfully squeeze, strong but plump arms that enveloped you with so much affection.
He had never complained before, but you saw it now; the glances he gave himself in the mirror, the way he avoided sweets at dinners, the way he shrank a little when other, slimmer angels passed by. He was sad about his weight, thinking he wasn't good enough.
But to you, he was perfect just like that. Chubby or not, you loved every inch of him, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body, the gentleness that overflowed in everything he did.
That night, you decided to show him. Not with empty words, but with actions that spoke louder. You had been dating for months, and your love was pure, yet profound, full of gentle touches and intimate moments that made Paradise seem even more heavenly. Today, you would make him feel loved, desired.
You returned to the room after a long day, the eternal sun of Heaven filtering through the tall windows, tinging everything with a soft gold. Abel sat on the edge of the king-size bed, covered in immaculate white sheets and fluffy pillows, and let out a sigh.
You approached from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the softness of his stomach beneath his tunic. He blushed immediately, shy, always surprised by compliments, as if he didn't deserve them.
āā You're beautiful, you know? ā you murmured in his ear, lightly kissing his neck. He chuckled softly, but there was a hesitation there.
āā Oh, stop it... I'm just... me. ā his voice was soft, almost embarrassed, but you felt his body relax slightly against yours.
You gently turned him to face you, carefully sitting on his lap, your legs on either side of his thick, soft thighs.
āā No, Abel. You're perfect, every part of you. ā your hands slid under his tunic, tracing the curve of his stomach, feeling his warm, smooth skin.
He swallowed hard, his honey-colored eyes blinking rapidly, his cheeks flushed as if it were the first time he'd heard something like that.
āā Do you really think so? Really... like that? ā he gestured vaguely to himself, referring to his chubby body, but you left no room for doubt.
āā Yes. I love your soft belly, how it fits perfectly when I hug you. ā you kissed his chest, slowly moving down, while gently removing his tunic. āā I love your strong arms, the ones that protect me. ā another kiss, on the curve of his shoulder. āā I love your thighs, so warm and comfortable. ā you squeezed lightly, feeling the flesh yield under your fingers.
He groaned softly, shyly, but his body responded to your touch.
āā You make me blush... but it's good to hear that. ā he pulled you into a kiss, his lips soft and hesitant at first, but soon deepening, his tongue exploring yours with a sweetness that was all his own.
You kissed for long minutes, his hands moving up your back, tracing your curves with reverence, as if you were the most precious thing in the universe.
You gently laid him on the bed, calmly removing his clothes, revealing his naked body: his rounded belly, his soft breasts, his thick thighs, and his already semi-erect member, throbbing slightly.
āā See how you excite me, Abel. Just looking at you. ā he blushed even more, covering his face with his hands for a second, but you pushed them away, kissing his palms. āā Don't hide. I love you like this, I always will.
You moved slowly, the sex as gentle as a celestial dance. You mounted him, guiding his member inside you carefully, feeling every inch fill you perfectly.
He was slightly thick, warm, and the sensation of his soft belly against your skin as you moved up and down was delicious.
āā You fit so well inside me, Abel.. ā you moaned, beginning to move slowly, up and down, the rhythm smooth but steady, feeling the pleasure build in your womb.
He held your thighs with trembling hands, gently squeezing the flesh, his eyes fixed on yours, full of admiration.
āā You're beautiful.
His movements synchronized with yours, gently pushing upwards, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you both. You kissed constantly, wet kisses on the neck, shoulders, lips, sighs mingling in the warm air of the room.
Your hands moved down to caress his stomach as you rode him, tracing the curves lovingly, showing that you loved every part.
āā You excite me so much.
The pleasure grew slowly, but intensely. You quickened the pace slightly, feeling your clitoris brush against his body with each thrust, the delicious friction making your body tremble.
āā Darling... I'm close... ā you whispered, and he responded with a deep kiss, a hand sliding down to caress your clitoris with soft, hesitant fingers, as if still shy but eager to give you pleasure.
āā Go on, love. Come to me. ā he murmured, blushing, but continuing the perfect, circular touch.
The orgasm hit you like a gentle, overwhelming wave, your body convulsing around him, your inner muscles tightening around his penis as you moaned loudly, your nails digging lightly into his thighs.
āā Mmph~ Abel... yes!
Pleasure spread throughout your body, leaving you breathless, but you didn't stop, continuing to move slowly to prolong the sensation and take him with you.
Now it was his turn. He moaned louder, his hips moving with more urgency, but still softly, sweat glistening on his chubby skin.
āā I-I can't take it anymore... ā he warned, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
You gently pulled away from him, lying down beside him and carefully pulling him on top of you, guiding his member to rub against your stomach.
āā Come on my stomach, love. ā he obeyed, his hand movements quick but gentle, his member throbbing against your soft skin.
With a deep groan, he came, his thick, hot semen spurting in jets onto your stomach, running down your curves, mingling with your sweat.
You embraced afterward, breathless, your sweaty bodies intertwined, the semen still warm on your skin as proof of his love. He kissed your forehead, smiling.
āā Thank you for making me feel this way. For loving me this way. ā you kissed his lips.
āā I will always love you, darling. Every part of you, chubby or not. You are perfect for me.
And there, in the room that was only yours, paradise seemed complete, enveloped in the warmth of the love you shared.
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Could you write Abel (Hazbin Hotel) with a reader who has a breeding and praise kink...? šš no pressure if not!!!
Breeding & Praise kink with Abel
Warnings: Sex with no plot cause im a whore, breeding and praise kink. P in V
A/n: I love Abel so much, this might be short sorry :c. Hope you like ^^
"Your doing so good sweetheart"
Your boyfriend says as you bounce up and down on his cock. Moving his hips to match with your rhythm. Once you told Abel what you were into he immediately started to do the things in bed, he's your boyfriend he wants to make you feel good. The rhythm started out slow as you try to take his length. Fuck he was big. You can feel each stretch as you slowly go down on him. Tears form from your eyes as small whimpers escape your lips, it feels like its too much. You feel Abels hand caress your cheek as he wipes your sweet tears away. "its okay angel, you're doing amazing" He says as your now fully around his cock. You stay there for a good minute trying to adjust to his size. Abel lays there caressing your cheek comforting you and not rushing things.
You slowly start moving your hips up and down. Making small moans with each thrust as Abel moves his hands to your waist. "Gosh, you're so.. mpm. beautiful from this angle." His voice so soft you couldn't help but blush. Abel starts to take total control of your hips making them move a bit faster with each thrust. "feel.. soo g-good Abel" You praise him as you look down to lock eyes with him. He smiles at you as you start to breath a bit more heavily now.
Abel increases his speed now slamming you down on his cock. The sound of slapping sounds take over the bedroom. His grip on your hips move to your ass as he slightly squeezes' your butt. You start to moan a bit louder as Abel slams you up and down hitting your G-spot. Abel making you fully bounce on him as you cover your mouth to muffle your moans. Abel moves your hand away from your mouth. "Let me hear those sweet moans pretty girl".
You feel his cock hitting in all the right corners making you close. Squeezing tight around Abel making him moan as you tighten around him. "Im.. gon-na cum in you.. mhmm okay?" "Gonna breed your.. fucking cunt". Increasing the speed as his nails slightly dig in your hips. You can feel your hips bruising from his grip, feeling like he's definitely rearranging your guts. He knows that your close making sure to hit your cervix in every good way. Your head falls back feeling him hit your G-spot deeper now. "Gonna fucking breed you honey" Abel says sounding out of breath "Gonna- fill you up with my cum so good".
You try to look at Abel but your eyes keep rolling back in such pleasure it feels like you cant form a sentence. "im.. go-gonna fucking c-cum" You breathily spill out feeling like you were just gonna spit out gibberish. "Cum on my cock honey, your doing so good" Abel says fast as he's out of breath. You feel that knot come undone as he gives one final thrust. You can feel his cum release inside you mixing with your juices. Abel whimpering and groaning as he releases deep inside your pussy. Abel pulls you into a deep kiss, cupping your face. You can still feel his cock twitching inside you. He pulls away leaving a small string of saliva. "I love you so much" Abel says as he kisses your forehead. "I love you so much more" you replied.
A/n: i still loving is dad šš¤š¤š¤āØAdammmm
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From the very first time Abel saw you, he had that awkward little pause the kind that gives away a heart that just missed a step. He didnāt immediately understand why he felt nervous, his cheeks flushing every time your eyes met his
He kept telling himself it was "nothing," but his voice would start to shake every time he tried to talk to you
He adores your presence; he finds it soothing, filled with a warmth he canāt find anywhere else
He notices the tiny details others overlook the way your laugh fills the room with life, the softness in your gaze when you talk to him, or the graceful way you carry yourself, which to his eyes simply makes you sublime
And yet, Abel is clumsy. He wants to compliment you, but the words always come out wrong
"Uh, youā¦ I mean, your dress looksā¦ incredibly good on you! Not thatā¦ uhā¦ I watch you all the time, well, I do watch you, but not like that, I mean"
He often ends up with burning cheeks, hiding his face behind his hand, silently swearing heāll never say anything that confusing again
When he walks by your side, he always slows down a little not out of pity, but because he likes matching his steps with yours
He loves when you laugh at his awkwardness your laughter helps him relax. You have this gift of making him feel accepted, even with all his flaws
One day, when you were doubting yourself your body, your image Abel looked at you with that disarming sincerity he keeps for rare moments
"You knowā¦ I donāt understand why you would ever doubt yourself. When I see you, I just think the world isnāt built for people as radiant as you"
And he said it plainly, his voice trembling but full of conviction
He loves holding you close, a bit hesitant at first because he doesnāt want to be too rough, but once his arms are around you, it feels like a silent promise he sees you, he loves you, exactly as you are
He also loves helping you get dressed when you try on a new outfit; he blushes to the tips of his ears, stammers out little "wow" or "oh my God" under his breath, then quickly corrects himself to tell you that you look "magnificent, stunning"
And every time, you can see in his eyes that it isnāt flattery itās pure admiration
An admiration he doesnāt always know how to express with words, but that lives in every glance, every gesture, every shy little smile he gives you
Abel is such a clingy guy, it's easy to mistake him for a little puppy, always following you everywhere you go, always by your side but it's not like this bothers you at all! Because what's more adorable than your boyfriend who is literally a golden retriever with wings, resting his chin on your shoulder whenever he's bored or just wants your attention (and physical affection) Even so, it's always funny how you have to remind him that you can't be with him at his meetings with the high-ranking angels or when he has things to do as the commander of the exorcists.
If you two couldn't see each other all day, it's certain that when Abel gets home, he'll do nothing but shower you with kisses. He would say that decorating your soft body and face with kisses is his favorite part of the day... if it weren't for the end of it and the moment when you two finally get into bed together, Abel being the perfect big spoon, wrapping his arms around your waist while you hold his hands in yours, his face nestled perfectly in the crook of your neck, leaving there a few sweet little kisses.
"Aren't you tired, Abel? You've been kissing my neck for like 35 minutes."
"...I am actually, but I want more of you before I start counting little lambs."
After two minutes of saying that, you can already hear him snoring at the side of your ear.
