tumblr user puppycak3s no words can describe how much i love how you write abel you are heavensent to this forsaken platform you are my GOAT keep fueling the flame please
Thank you so much!!🫶🫶 I am so happy that you guys actually enjoy my stuff it means the world😭😭🫶
I have crawled out of my sick bed just to post an idea I had brought to you by Nyquil and fevers, love you guys, im going back to sleep🫶🫶 mwah (nsfw under the cut)
You made a soft sound, laced with adoration and awe.
"Look at that"
You paused the languid pace you had set against his hips, causing him to whine.
Taking his hand in yours, placing it below your stomach, where his cock bulged out beneath the skin.
He couldn't take his eyes away as you pressed your hand and his against it, letting out a soft whine at the pressure.
"Look at how deep you are, baby"
you breathed out
"That's..all..you"
Abel let out a pitchy groan, head falling back as you continued to rock your hips against him, bullying him deeper inside yourself.
"Keep watching me, sweetheart, keep watching."
He obeyed, not without effort, brows furrowed and mouth parted just to control his breathing.
Sleepy cuddles with Abel….oooooohhh sleepy cuddles ooooooohh!!!!
Oooohhh ask and you shall receive Anon!🫶🫶
Sunlight | Abel x Reader
Warnings: none, just soft and fluffy cuddles with everyone's fav soft boy
Happy Valentine's Day, hope y'all like it mwah🫶🫶
The sunlight came through the blinds in shining rivulets. Each ray illuminating the dust motes perfectly, capturing the hypnotic swirling dance that they had perfected as they moved through the still room. Your eyes fluttering before scrunching as you blinked through the thick haze of sleep.
All quiet.
Still.
Peaceful.
Your tired muscles protested as you propped yourself up onto your elbows, stretching to chase away the heavy grogginess from your body. Your skin brushed a wing as you did so, grabbing your attention. Eyes following it languidly to its source.
Sprawled out beside you, sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open, gapped teeth barely percievable. His wings were haphazard, one hanging off the side of the bed and one that had been covering you. Protective even when he was asleep. You smiled softly to yourself as you admired him. You knew he would have been so embarrassed, what with you studying him this closely.
He didn't think he was much to look at.
But you did.
The sun shining on his blonde messy curls, his peaceful expression, the little freckles that adorned his nose that you had to be this close to see.
So perfect.
You let out a soft sigh, stretching up on your arms, only to feel him stir. His eyebrows furrowed weakly in his sleep, eyes scrunching up, a soft whine. You froze, hoping you didn't wake him. Watching his face carefully as his eyes opened blearily, unfocused from sleep, eyelashes fluttering as if he had to remember how to blink. Before he caught you in his line of sight. A smile adorning his soft features.
"Hey, you."
His voice was slightly raspy, playfully lilted in a way that made your heart melt.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
You brushed some of his stray curls from his forehead, watching him melt into your touch, sighing happily.
"S'not morning 'til I-"
his sentence was broken by a yawn akin to a small puppy
"-n'til I wake up."
You hummed at him.
"Clock says different."
You teased. Abel waved his hand dismissively. A small "nuh uh" as he settled onto his side, facing you, his cheek squished against the pillow, huffing as he relaxed again.
You rolled over so you were sitting, stretching your arms above your head.
"Ooh, big stretch"
Abel cooed at you as you let your arms down, slumping into yourself with a soft groan. Glancing toward the clock. 7:43. You had slept later than you had thought. Abel huffed at you.
"Don't even look at the clock, angel"
he reached to brush your arm softly, his hands bed warmed.
You let out a suprised squeak as Abel pulled you over to him. Even when he was tired he was still strong. He nestled you against him, your back against his bare chest and stomach.
Always so fucking warm. You swore he was like a damn furnace sometimes, ESPECIALLY in the summer.
But for now the warmth was comforting.
As he wrapped his arms around you with the duvet, the same one that he would probably kick off as soon as he fell back asleep. But you wouldn't be cold, you never were. He sighed happily as he nuzzled into your hair, feeling like all the weight of the world, his responsibilities, everything, could never reach him here.
This peace that you and he had made.
The weight of his arms against you made you all the more tired, eyes fluttering as you fought im vain to stay awake.
"Gotta..get..up"
you murmured as you were rapidly losing your fight to sleep.
"Later"
Abel said softly, drowsy.
"Wanna hold you for a bit."
You sighed, letting him win this time, it wasn't often that the two of you had time to just be. Might as well make the most of it. Training could always wait anyway. As you made peace with your thoughts, you felt another weight. Peeking open your eyes to see that Abel had once again, covered you with his wing.
Weirdly Specific Abel HCs (SFW and NSFW) that won't leave my brain (also sorry I haven't posted in a bit, hope this makes up for it🫶)
SFW
⭐️ i feel like he would be someone who bit their nails when they were younger, but then made himself quit cold turkey when someone made a rude comment abt it
⭐️ i also see him as someone who chews on his shirt collars? Like okay listen, he picked it up probably when he was very young as a self soothing technique and it never really left him. (Also adds to the sheep imagery)
⭐️ fuck it we ball mentality but in the "i have to do this, it's gonna suck, and i'm gonna be terrified the whole time" i could see him DREADING phone calls
⭐️ freckles!! Like EVERYWHERE is a HC that I always adore
⭐️ kinda dude to kick you in your sleep, or roll over onto you, DEEP sleeper
⭐️ chews on his lips, doesn't even realize he's doing it
⭐️ typa man to ALWAYS fill your waterbottle for you, regardless of what he was doing (house husband type shit fr)
⭐️ absolute WHORE for back scratches, shit has that man purring like a cat
⭐️ gets SUPER serious when he smokes 🍃 like deadass if you are being goofy and shit he's over there like "i've had feelings for you for THE longest time, i'm so lucky that you chose me ilysm"
NSFW
🌟 has a thing for how you smell (small scent kink ig) whether it be your hair, what body spray you use, or just you, (specifically your side of the bed) it does something to him. Type to have your pillow against his face when he gets off, ya feel?
🌟 type of dude that if he sees ANY exposed skin on you, his brain goes completely blank and just fucking stares, face all fucking red
🌟 if you do something sappy while y'all are fucking, holding his hand, nuzzling his nose, he's gonna fucking bust, that shit GETS to him
🌟 typa man that likes it when you smack his ass when he walks by
🌟 any fucking trick to get his attention so works, like bending over bc you "dropped something" or kissing him bc "you put too much chapstick on" he will always react so easily
🌟 lowkey into cockwarming but gets TOO excited and can't help himself, again, puppycoded, chronic humper, takes like 3 seconds before he's begging
🌟 gets TOO into play wrestling, ya know muscle memory and all that, bricked up lmao, will let you pin him on purpose bc he LOVES that shit
🌟 typa dude to ONLY be into roleplay as long as it is still you, doesn't want you to pretend to be someone else, turn off
🌟 give that man a pair of thigh highs, for uh..scientific reasons
🌟 in the same vain of cornball shit, i feel like he would FLIP his shit over spin the bottle or 7 minutes in heaven, like bro is HYPERVENTILATING but also hard asf
🌟 LOVES cowgirl, argue with the wall
🌟 also REALLY into hand guiding, you directing him where to touch you makes his brain short circuit
🌟 won't admit it, but likes it when he is so overstimulated that his brain turns off, trusts you enough to guide him through it
🌟 Panty stealer, bro i know it but i just can't prove it
🌟 On rare occasions, like REALLY rare, he would so pull rank on you just to spur you on. Shit like "Now is that any way to talk to your Commander?" or "Such an attitude. Maybe you need a one on one lesson to remind you who is really in charge here, hm?" Again VERY rare and usually just to push your buttons so you take it out on him later, hint hint
Based off of my dream, straight the tap (my subconscious)
Also sorry it's kinda short :( i hope it's alright, okay ily bye🫶🫶
You Can Take It, Can't You? | Abel x Reader
Warnings: 🔞 smut, no plot yall my b, no use of gendered language but i do say(write) cunt like two times, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, ya know the drill babes, not proof read, jus some freak shit from a dream i had it might suck but..
"S'too much-I.."
your words fizzled out, brain too cockdrunk to even think.
Laying on your side, your leg thrown over his hip as he moved you himself, panting in your ear. Hearing everything. Every breath, whine, curse.
He wouldn't admit it but he couldn't think either. Mindlessly rutting into you, over and over again.
Words spilling past his lips with no filter, no forethough, breathy and desperate.
"Jus'..fuck look at you... just one more? Yeah? You can take it, I know you can take it, jus' one more...for me?"
Your cunt ached, fluttering uselessly around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper, nerves frayed and sensitive from the last two "just one more"s.
Stretched, a mixture of his spit and your own release running down your thigh in rivulets, soaking the sheet under you both as you squirmed against him.
That all too familiar feeling beginning to crest, feeling it spiral, threaten to break you again. Wondering how many more he was going to wring from you, how many until you truly had enough.
So fucking greedy with you.
Your body.
The only thing he didn't feel regret in claiming. A mutual sentiment as his grip tightened on your hip. A different sensation in the barrage of your overstimulation. Dull, electric as his fingers bit into your flesh. A reminder that he was here, he always was.
You arched your back into his chest, your muscles feeling puppeted, fibers contracting based on brain signals, taking what he gave you.
Your moans cracked as they were wrenched from your throat, gasps forced out of your lungs along with all of your air as he pistoned his hips against yours.
Not that he was much better. His trembling voice a contradiction to his actions. Whining like a dog as he held himself off, knowing he couldn't last as long as he wanted to, why he had started with his head between your thighs. He would have stayed there too, if you hadn't begged for him to "just fuck you already".
He faltered as he felt you tighten, your tired muscles like a vice around him as he seethed through his teeth, his forehead against your shoulder as you cried out.
"I know, I know..oh I know s'alot honey...you're-god-you're almost there okay? Yeah? You gonna...you gonna cum on my...on my cock again? Gonna..gonna be good f'me and just-christ.."
His words sent you over the edge, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as your walls clamped down around him, babbling and incoherent as you begged him. Not even sure what you were begging for. Your vision and mind hazey as you rode it out again. Aftershocks spasming through your body, wrecked with it.
Whimpering as you felt his pace grow sloppy. Heard him crying out behind you, ragged and pitchy, face buried into your neck as he shakily fucked you through it. Beyond sensitive as his hips jerked into yours, feeling him leak onto your thigh as he flooded your poor cunt.
The heat soothed you a little as he peppered your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Murmuring about how much he loved you, how proud he was of you, how he knew you could do it. A lazy smile on your face as you half compehended his words. Body feeling heavy against the soaked sheets.
You whined dully when he pulled out of you, his soft, warm hands rubbing your thighs gently, voice low and soothing.
Talking about...drawing a bath?
You think that's what he said. Your focus returning slowly as he gathered you in his arms.
Resting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and the rumble of his voice through it as he spoke to you sweetly. Sighing into his skin as you nuzzled against him.
Heyyy...feeling esp devious today so here's something papa pup cooked up enjoy🫶
You Steal It, You Wear It | Abel x Reader
Warnings: 🔞straight smut, very little plot, use of toys, slight degredation, cumming untouched, no use of gendered language, a pair of your fav underwear went missing after Abel started hanging around, whatever will you do?👀 also not proofread, being a whore is my excuse lmao🫶🫶
"Oh, shhh. Shush now" you purred softly, your actions contradicting your words.
Grip tight and unwavering as you held the buzzing toy against him. So sensitive. His breathing was frenzied, like he couldn't get enough air. Not that he was helping that case with all his whining and pleading.
His head hitting back against the pillows as he trembled, biting his lip hard. Abel was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead in little curls. So cute. Bare except for the entire cause of this excursion. Your underwear.
A favorite piece of yours that had mysteriously gone missing as soon as Abel had moved in. You had worn it a couple of times around him, usually with his shaking fingers peeling them off of you, but it seemed that that wasn't enough for the poor boy. He didn't try to deny it either, he felt too guilty and came up to you a week later, looking like a kicked puppy. You had forgiven him for it, but that did NOT mean he was off the hook.
Which led you to now, pressing your go-to toy on the highest setting against the fabric, against him. The caveat that you wouldn't touch him or let him come until you gave the go ahead. You were surpised that he had lasted this long.
Maybe a part of him knew that he deserved this. Or maybe he just REALLY liked being put in his place. Who could say?
He whimpered at you, his eyes dazed and unfocused, blush spread down his chest, heaving with the effort of just breathing. Pleading.
"Aw, now don't give me that look"
you chastised sweetly, fingers tracing up his thigh, the part you KNEW was sensitive, causing his to buck his hips weakly.
"You can hold out can't you baby? I mean I'm being nice here, I could not let you cum for a week, s'long as you had these."
You snapped the band of the elastic, causing him to shudder. He was leaking, HAD been leaking for the past 10 minutes, completely soaking your underwear in no time at all. A pretty sight. Causing the toy to slip up the fabric with ease as you teased him relentlessly. His hands were gripping the sheet, white knuckled, muscles tense and strained.
"M'sorry!"
His voice was cracked and drawn out.
"M'so...so so-rry...pleeease.."
he panted, straining.
You switched off the toy, a kind but stern expression as he whined.
"Use your words, baby, please what?"
You slid your hand up the front of the underwear, him keening.
"Please more? Please let you cum, hm? What is it?
" Your demeaning, soft tone only made him buck his hips pathetically, causing you to hold him down by his hip. He got the jist.
Through his mewls and panting breaths he managed a lopsided smile.
"You're...you're good at that"
You smiled rolling your eyes.
"Abel, come on I'm being serious."
You couldn't hide the chuckle in your voice. He nodded his head, mouth parted.
"I..know..I'm- I'm just letting..hah..you know..that you're doing..doing so good, jesus."
You bit your cheek. You couldn't take it anymore. Fuck it. You knew you didn't have to touch him to make him cum. Not in this state anyway.
You leaned back on your knees, eyeing him.
"Mm, I think.."
you trailed your fingers up his thigh, over his hip, never touching where he needed you to.
"That this is a good look for you."
His eyes never left yours, breath shuttering.
"Yeah?"
You nodded your head.
"Makes you look, so very pretty for me."
You took the time to enunciate each syllable, drawing the sentence out. You kept a hand firm against his hip, as he squirmed.
"F-or..you"
he mimicked, brainless again at this point.
"You ARE mine, aren't you baby?"
Pressing your thumb into the soft flesh of his hip, leaning in close, just shy of his face. His eyes on your lips, trembling.
"My good boy?"
His eyes screwed shut at this as he jerked his head back.
his body jolted into you, feeling him break, felt his cock jump against the already soaked fabric, spraying onto his stomach and yours. Sticky and thick.
You hummed at him, stroking his face as he babbled between catching his breath. Apologies mixed with "i didn't mean to"s and "i'm so sorry"s as you shushed him, calming him down as he rode through the after shocks.
"S'alright, s'alright, mm? I'm right here."
He clung onto you, breathing you in, something that ALWAYS calmed him down. Made him feel close to you, as you played with his hair.
He blinked up at you before his eyes trailed down your stomach. Seeing the mess he made of both of you as he let out a sharp chuckle.
"My...bad? I mean it looks good on you, really good, but uh, I'll- I'll clean it up, promise I...just..need a minute."
You cocked a brow at him. Gathering the spend onto your fingers before placing them in your mouth. Licking them clean.
