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valeskafics · 5 months

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"For So Long" - Abraham x Reader

a/n: a request from the lovely @fan-goddess for abraham x best friend's little sis reader + breeding kink. hope you enjoy, my love!!! 💕

Summary: Abraham finally makes a move on you, his best friend's little sister, who he's wanted for so long.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, fingering, handjob, loss of virginity, p in v sex, breeding kink, spit kink, finger sucking, corruption kink if you squint, unprotected sex, daddy kink

Word Count: 2,250 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Grantchester characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Abraham remembers the first time he saw you, a shy little thing hiding behind your brother. He’d be lying if he said you had nothing to do with him befriending Shipton. It gave him an excuse to always come round to your family’s wagon, offering a helping hand, a charming smile. It was cute, the way you would avert your gaze and run from him the moment the two of you were left alone. You were seven back then, and he was nine. And as Abraham and you grew with every passing year, so too did his longing for you.

By the time you are both grown adults, it’s nearly too much for him to handle, especially when Riley Cooper starts sniffing around you, being all sweet to you and bringing you flowers every day. Abraham despises the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you. But even worse than that is the fact that, from his point of view, you allow and even encourage it. You with that stupid, sweet smile of yours, lashes fluttering as you gaze up at Riley and thank him. He knows Riley has designs on marrying you, that he’s going to ask your father for his blessing any day now.

And Abraham has no intention of letting that happen.

It’s a hot summer day and both of your families have gone into town, along with the Coopers. You offered to stay behind and do some chores, ever the perfect daughter. Abraham tells Shipton he’s going to stay behind as well, saying that he feels under the weather. Shipton gives him a quizzical look but shrugs and walks off with Riley. He leans against a tree nearby, watching you hang up your family’s sheets to dry, listening as you hum to yourself, oblivious to his presence. The way the sun shines down on you, the peaceful expression on your face… You are so beautiful, Abraham thinks to himself, and you don’t even know it. The most beautiful woman he’s seen in his life.

As if sensing his heavy gaze on you, you glance over in his direction, immediately looking away when the two of you lock eyes. He chuckles under his breath, walking over to you, slowly and purposefully. Your breath audibly catches in your throat when he rests a hand on your hip.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear in a way that makes you shiver.

“Hi, Abraham,” you say in that soft voice of yours, “I didn’t realize you stayed behind too… Shipton left with the others.”

He leans in closer to you, his voice a low rumble in his chest, “Oh, I’m aware.”

You look at him, entirely confused, brows knitted together in a way that makes his chest tighten as you ask, “Oh, okay. Would you like to sit?”

He nods, taking a seat on one of the stools you’ve set out, patting the one beside him, gesturing for you to sit close to him. You do just that, crossing your legs and turning your face away, unable to meet those piercing blue eyes of his. Abraham smiles ruefully at your shyness, leaning in to bump his shoulder against yours.

“You know you’re the most beautiful girl in this whole camp, don’t you?”

You look at him, lips parted in surprise before you shake your head, “No, that’s kind of you to say, but I think that would be Luella…”

Abraham sits up straight, shocked at your words before letting out a laugh, “Luella? No way, not compared to you.”

You look at him, tilting your head to the side in confusion, something you’ve always done which he finds entirely adorable, “I thought you were sweet on her?”

He hesitates for a moment before whispering, “It’s always been you. Since the day I met you. I pretended I liked Luella because I was scared you’d reject me.” Abraham moves to brush a strand of hair off your face, his touch lingering on your cheek, “Luella’s great, sure. But compared to you? Anyone compared to you? They’re nothing.”

“But I’m just your best friend’s little sister,” you say, voice hesitant and unsure.

“Yeah, that’s why I never made a move when we were younger,” he explains, moving to cup your face in his hands, loving the way your eyes flutter shut as his thumbs caress your cheekbones, your skin so soft under his calloused hands, “You’re a woman now, and I’m a man. A man who wants you. So badly.”

Abraham leans in slowly to kiss you, lips moving closer and closer to yours, but at the last moment? You turn your face so that they make contact with your cheek. He grins at your shyness before moving his hand to the back of your head and pulling you into him, lips crashing down on yours in a passionate kiss. You gasp, hands moving to cling to the fabric of his shirt as he bites your lower lip gently, pleading for you to part your lips, which you do willingly. You let out a noise of surprise as he deepens the kiss and pulls you onto his lap.

You manage to whisper against his lips between kisses, “Abraham, we shouldn’t…”

He shushes you gently, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at your soft skin, “We should. I want you and you want me. Why fight this anymore?”

You moan softly, hands moving to his perfectly coiffed hair, no doubt ruining it with how you tug at it, feeling him grow harder against your thigh.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs against your skin, moving his lips to press them against yours once again, hands squeezing at your thighs eagerly, wanting to touch you anywhere and everywhere, “Since the day I saw you. I need you. Need you to be mine. Let me show you how much I need you.” His hands move up to cup your breasts, squeezing gently, grinning at the little whimper you let out at his touch, “Do you like that, pretty girl?”

You let out a tremulous breath and nod before speaking, “We should go somewhere more private. My father will shoot you if he sees us like this… And that’s if Shipton doesn’t catch us first…”

He gives you a smirk that sends a thrill of excitement through you before heaving you over his shoulder, giving your bum a cheeky smack, “Let’s go to my wagon then, love.”

You let out a playful gasp before giggling, “You can’t just toss me over your shoulder like I’m a potato sack!”

“I can if I want,” Abraham replies with a devilish grin, carrying you over to his wagon, setting you down on his bed. He crawls over you, removing his shirt, revealing his lean, taut muscles; your mouth nearly waters at the sight, “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”

You pull him back to you, arms wrapping around his neck as you press yourself against him, sighing softly, “Oh, Abraham…”

He smiles against your lips, pulling back to gaze into your eyes, his voice a low rasp, “Do you know how long this has been brewing between us, pretty girl? I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

Abraham looks at you, your wide eyes, your slightly mussed hair, your lips swollen from his kiss… The way your chest heaves with every breath… And he can’t help but think how badly he wants to marry you, to share his life with you, and more than anything? To watch your belly swell with his child. The thought drives him to the brink of madness, how beautiful and radiant you’ll look when expecting, how everyone will know that it’s him who got you pregnant, that it’s his baby growing inside of you.

You gaze up at him, a bit bashful and altogether beautiful, and it awakens something in him. Something deep and primal. His hands move to your hips and his voice grows more husky as he whispers in your ear.

“I’m going to have you right now, sweetheart. Going to fuck you so hard you can remember nothing except my name. Going to fill your pretty little pussy up. Do you want that?”

You nod wordlessly as he all but tears your dress from your body, your hands flying to his trousers, wanting to see him bare as well. Your need for him matches his for you in every conceivable way. When the two of you are naked before each other, laid completely bare, he stares at you with those baby blue eyes, taking in the fullness of your breasts, the curve of your hips, your soft thighs, everything. You are everything he ever dreamed of. He pulls you to him in a passionate, almost aggressive kiss, as if he seeks to devour you, as if he’ll never get to touch you again. You kiss back with just as much fervor, pouting slightly when he pulls away, cradling your jaw in his hand.

“Open your mouth for Daddy.”

Daddy… That shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but nevertheless, you obey, parting your lips, gasping as his spit lands on your tongue. He raises a brow, a silent demand for you to swallow, which you do, feeling the heat rise to your face when he tells you to show him that you’ve listened, a pleasant chill going through you at his praise.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for your daddy.” Abraham gives you a cocky grin, running his nose along your cheek, whispering, “This is just the beginning. I’m gonna do things to you that will have you begging for more.”

You gasp softly as he takes your hand and brings it to his cock, urging you to grip it, moaning at how soft your palm feels against his sensitive skin. His length is hard and heavy in your hands and you stroke it, curious and timid, smiling to yourself at the low groan of your name he lets out, continuing your ministrations as you work him to full hardness. Abraham’s fingers move to your cunt, smirking to himself as he feels how wet you already are for him, his digits slowly pumping in and out of you, stretching you out, preparing you to take his cock. You squeeze around him, eyes screwing shut, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your grip on his cock falters at the feeling of his fingers. Abraham keeps going, rubbing against that rough patch inside you that has you mewling like a kitten, squirming in his grip. He feels you shudder around him with a cry of his name as you reach your peak, soaking his fingers. Abraham gazes down at you, bringing his fingers to your lips, pushing them inside your mouth, grinning at the feeling of your tongue licking the digits clean.

He moves to rest between your thighs, brushing the head of his cock along your entrance, watching the way your entire body shivers before he pushes the tip inside you. You feel so warm and wet and so fucking tight that he can hardly bear it. Abraham slowly sheathes himself inside you, reveling at the quiet whimper you let out as he joins your bodies. He lays there atop you for a long moment, gazing into your eyes, peppering kisses all over your face to allow you to grow accustomed to the new sensation.

But when you give him that subtle nod, all his restraint fails him and he begins moving in and out of you, pounding into you like a feral beast, like a starved man who has just found the only drop of water in the desert. His forehead rests against yours as he fucks you without mercy, filling you up so perfectly, the head of his cock brushing against that spot inside you that has you all but screaming his name. You moan as he pushes your knees to your chest, allowing him to fuck you harder and deeper, his sole intent to spill himself inside of you, watch his cum drip from between your thighs. He feels you squeezing around him tighter and tighter, so that it’s almost impossible for him to move. You squeal his name as you reach your peak, your body going lax as he fucks you through it, spilling himself inside you with a near growl of your name, body collapsing beside yours. You shiver at the feeling of his fingers pushing his spend back inside you, his cheeky mumble of not wanting to waste any of it.

“That was incredible,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, “I’ve dreamed of this so long. I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you too, Abraham,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his softly, “I love you.”

He holds you tight against his chest, pecking the tip of your nose, “You were amazing. And you’re all mine. I’ve claimed you. Not so innocent anymore, hm? I’ve made a woman out of you.”

You giggle as he kisses your neck, “You don’t have to say it like that…” His hand moves to rest against your stomach, “What’re you doing?”

“Thinking about the future, how you’ll look with a little bump. Belly full of my babies. We should get right to work on that, don’t you agree?”

You let out a surprised yelp followed by a laugh as he pulls you on top of him, already wanting to have you again.

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penguicorns-are-cool · 7 months

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I'm pretty sure Avraham failed the test

like if I was given a test and the person giving the test very obviously told me that I was wrong and not to actually do the thing, I would assume I failed the test

also, that's about where the torah switches focus from Avraham to Yitzchak. There were no more tests after that, his story just kind of ends. His next big task is to just marry off his son and that's it he's done.

Like, I really don't think he passed that test I think he failed for refusing to question God for giving him a very unreasonable task.

And it's not like others haven't been rewarded for questioning or even fighting authority

like Yaakov is very definitely rewarding for tricking his Dad cause like right after it says he has a dream where God basically told him good job you will have many descendents. Then later on he literally fights an angel and it's a good thing cause he got renamed Israel as part of a blessing and now we're B'nei Israel

And Moshe definitely questioned authority that was like his whole thing. And even beyond Pharoah, he also had to reason with God to get them to not kill everyone.

Even Avraham that time he convinces God to not kill everyone in Sodom and Gomorrah if there are ten good people. There aren't but Avraham's questioning and reasoning with God is portrayed as a good thing.

Also, Judaism is generally very supportive of questioning authority and child sacrifices are very specifically banned in the torah, so It makes no sense that Avraham passed the test because he would've obeyed God even to kill his child. Like that moral is pretty inconsistent with the rest of the Torah.

so I definitely think Avraham failed that test.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 7 months

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Hi I’d like to request Abraham with a breeding kink. They’ve already got twin boys and another boy but Abraham wants a girl like her mother, so he puts reader in a mating press and fucks her stupid till his cums taken root

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Semi-arranged marriage. Ideals that might seem sexist but are quite typical for Romani communities, especially in a 1950s setting. Mention of loss of virginity. Breeding kink. Smut. Word count: ~2k

Author's note: I did a lot of research into Romani culture to ensure I got this right, but if there's anything that is incorrect or handled insensitively, please let me know. Abraham doesn't have a surname, a he's such a minor character, for the purpose of this fic I've given him one - it's Lee - quite a common Romani surname in the UK. I don't have a tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She has spent her whole life dreaming of her wedding day, her thoughts filled with what her husband will be like and how many children they’ll have.

She idolises her mother. Growing up, she helps her to care for her siblings and to keep a clean home. She learns how to cook, how to sew, all of the skills that will shape her into the perfect Romani wife.

She hopes for a union that will strengthen her and her future husband’s familial ties and contribute towards their small community of travellers.

It’s with excitement when she turns eighteen that she learns that a man within their community wishes to marry her, but she is nervous when she finally gets to meet him.

Abraham; she knows of him, though they have never properly spoken. She finds him intimidating. He’s tall, has sharply chiseled features, slicked back hair and piercing blue eyes, tattoos litter his forearms. He is undeniably handsome, but there’s something about his smirk that suggests an element of danger. She’s uncertain of whether it frightens or excites her, the feeling that flutters in her lower belly when she looks at him is unfamiliar to her.

Her fate is sealed when Abraham gifts one of his prized thoroughbreds to her parents as his bride price. It’s a massive horse, with a shiny chestnut coat that he has clearly cared well for. He could sell it into racing and earn thousands, so the fact that he is prepared to part ways with it in exchange for her hand in marriage is more than enough to convince her mother and father. She cannot deny the way her heart flutters at the gesture either, it’s exciting to know that a man of his reputation is so eager to be wed to her.

Their wedding day feels like a dream come true, with both their families coming together to celebrate the happy couple. Yet despite the jubilant atmosphere and effort everyone has gone to to ensure the day is perfect, nerves swirl like butterflies within her. Their courtship has never allowed them any real time alone together and she is anxious for what will happen on their wedding night when it’s finally just the two of them.

As they join hands, Abraham’s blue eyes gazing deeply into hers with a tenderness she didn’t know he was capable of, her stomach does flips, but this time anxiety is not the cause.

When his lips press against hers for their first kiss, she is taken aback by their remarkable softness. He treats her with such reverence and care, as though he is handling something precious and fragile.

She trembles like a leaf as his steady hands help her out of her wedding dress to lay her down upon their marital bed. His calloused palms stroke across her skin, soothing her and she is once more surprised at his gentleness, a stark juxtaposition to his rugged appearance.

He takes his time with her, his kisses and caresses are unhurried, causing her to melt with pleasure, so that when he does push inside of her for the first time she feels only the faintest of stings.

As soon as she relaxes, her breathing growing heavier, her hips chasing the movement of his, it’s as though a switch is flipped inside of him.

He slings one of her legs over his shoulder, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, his forehead pressed against hers against as his eyes stare into hers.

“Been fuckin’ obsessed wi’ ya since I first laid eyes on ya,” he rasps, “Knew I had to have ya. You’re gonna look so pretty when I knock you up.”

She gasps at his words, tightening involuntarily around him, and it’s not long before he’s spilling inside of her as her own climax sends her sensitive inner walls into spasms.

Abraham’s appetite for her is insatiable and he has her on every available surface of their shared caravan, at every opportunity. She grows to love him. He has a mean streak, though it is never directed towards her; he treats her with utter adoration and is fiercely protective of her. It is only when they are intimate that his temperament towards her darkens, becoming possessive, spilling forth confessions of his desires for her to fall pregnant. She doesn't mind this, however; on the contrary, it excites her. When they aren’t together, he works hard with the horses, while she takes care of their home, and their married life is a happy one.

When she learns she’s expecting, he’s ecstatic, his large hand cradling her abdomen as he smiles down at her. She gives birth to healthy twin boys, Noah and Elijah, and six months later she discovers she’s pregnant again.

She is overjoyed when her third baby boy, Logan, is placed into her arms, though there is a small part of her that feels disappointment that he’s not a girl.

Over the next five years, their home is filled with love and laughter as the boys grow and Abraham dotes on all of them. The male energy within their home can feel stifling at times for her, and when their sons excitedly accompany Abraham to the stables each day, she feels lonely, missing the connection she had with her mother.

She longs for a daughter, someone she can teach to cook and look after a home, much like her mother did for her. But with three noisy boys keeping them occupied, there is rarely time for them to try again.

Wistfully, she thinks back on the days of when Abraham thrust into her on every surface, a memory that now seems unrealistic when they’re battling against endless shouts of “I’m hungry!” and “he’s hitting me!”

The sun has barely begun to rise as she slips out of bed, unable to sleep. Her hands cup around the steaming mug of tea as she stares out of the caravan window at the horizon, a sense of longing settling into her as she thinks about how soon her husband and the boys would be awake, leaving her alone again for the day.

She is startled out of her thoughts when she feels Abraham’s sturdy arms wrap around her waist, his chest against her back as he leans over her shoulder. The cleft of his nose presses into her hair, inhaling deeply before dragging lightly across her cheekbone.

“You’re up early, Mrs. Lee,” he whispers.

She hums in acknowledgement, leaning back against him. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“You alright, love?” Concern tinges his voice, his hand raising to cup her jaw, tilting her face to look at him.

“It’s stupid, don’t worry,” she says, moving away to place her mug in the washing up bowl on the kitchenette side.

“Oi,” he chides, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to him. “Less of that. Tell me.”

She sighs, pressing her palms flat against the solid expanse of his chest, before sliding them upwards to rest on his shoulders. “I just…I get lonely with you and the boys gone all day. I’ve just always wanted–”

“A girl?” Abraham cuts her off with a smirk.

“Yeah…” She says, lowering her gaze, feeling her skin heat up with embarrassment.

“What’s to stop us trying?” He asks, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Fat chance of that when we’ve got a caravan full of screaming kids already.”

He nods his head, pursing his lips thoughtfully. “Well, how about we send the boys to Cora’s for a bit tonight? Once I’m finished with the horses today, it’ll be just you and me for the evening.”

Her eyes light up and she grins excitedly, the thought of some alone time with her husband for the first time in five years making her feel giddy. “Oh, I’d love that!”

When Abraham and the boys are ready to leave for the stables later that morning, he leans in to whisper to her as he kisses her cheek. “Hope you’re ready for all the things I’m gonna do to you later.”

A shiver of excitement shoots up her spine and she spends the rest of the day filled with nervous energy, unable to concentrate properly on anything.

In spite of her restless excitement, she ensures the caravan is spotless and bakes Abraham his favourite steak and kidney pie for dinner.

When he steps through the door later that evening, he’s unaccompanied by their sons, and is holding a bunch of wildflowers, which she recognises from the fields that surround his walk to and from the stables. She smiles at the thought that he’d gone to the effort to pick them for her, taking them from him with a peck on the lips as thanks.

“Made your favourite for dinner,” she tells him, as he backs her up towards the bedroom with a predatory glint in his eye.

“Smells good,” he tells her, hands moving to encircle her waist, “but maybe we can start with pudding?”

He dips his head, capturing her lips with his own and kisses her slowly, yet the hand that moves to cradle the back of her head serves as a quiet reminder that he’s in control.

“Clothes off, Mrs. Lee”, he instructs quietly, pushing her gently back on to the bed.

Her breathing comes in quick, shallow pants of eagerness, as she works to unbutton her blouse with shaky fingers.

Abraham watches her intently, his hands slowly unbuckling his belt as she bares herself to him. He makes quick work of the rest of his clothes once she’s completely undressed, and covers her body with his own, all lithe, lean muscle and tattoos.

“You gonna let me taste you?” He murmurs against the shell of her ear.

She shivers, her voice coming out in a whine. “Please, I’ve waited for you all day, I don’t need that, just want you.”

“So desperate,” he chuckles, dipping a hand between her legs.

She gasps as he swipes his fingers through her folds, collecting the arousal that’s gathered there.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re soaked.”

She lets out a quiet mewl in response, her body arching against his.

He smirks, gripping the base of his cock and sliding the head through her wetness, causing her to emit a needy sigh.

“Abe, please…”

He answers by sheathing himself fully inside of her in one fluid thrust, causing her to cry out.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commands quietly, “wanna make sure I’m nice and deep.”

She does as she’s told, tipping her head back at the sensation of how far inside the change in angle pulls him.

Abraham grunts, pulling his hips back before slamming them forward once more. The pace he sets is relentless, fucking her into the mattress with urgency.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs to her, “you look so fuckin’ good when you’re pregnant, love, can’t wait to see it again.”

She moans, walls fluttering around him at his filthy words, every drag of him inside of her pushes and pulls against a spot that has her toes curling and her voice raising an octave.

His brow furrows with exertion, full lips parted as he pants for breath, his grip on her thighs near bruising. He releases one of them, pressing his palm flat against her lower belly.

“Wanna make sure it goes all the way in here, love” he grits out, pace never faltering.

The combination of what he’s telling her and the way he uses her so forcefully nudges her closer to the edge and she tenses, feeling her peak begin to build inside of her.

Abraham’s gaze darkens as he senses this. “Nearly there, aren’t ya? Come on, give it to me.”

He slides the hand on her belly downwards, stopping when he reaches her pearl and circles pressured strokes against it with his thumb.

The added stimulus causes the already near unbearable pressure to build, until finally it reaches its boiling point, and she falls apart as waves of white hot pleasure roll through her body.

Abraham stills with a grunt, pushing himself as deep as he can possibly go, pulsating as he spills inside of her.

He collapses against her, breathless and sweaty, and she wraps her arms around him, breathing in the comforting scent of him.

“When’s Cora dropping the boys back off?” She asks quietly, after a few moments of satisfied silence.

“Not until tomorrow morning,” he says with a grin, “we’ve got all night.”

Nine months later, when little Esme is placed into her arms, she’s glad that they did.

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aegonx · 1 month

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“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

Happy birthday, Ewan!

#bymiranda #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #dailyhotdgifs #usersili #hotdedit #ewan mitchell #blackandwhiteedit #billy washington #billy taylor #osferth #abraham #tom bennett

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fan-goddess · 2 months

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Girlish Daydreams

A/N: I am not a member of the Romani people, nor do I know anyone who is. This whole thing is based off limited research and other fics I’ve read about his character and his culture, which I have tried to keep as accurate as I possibly could. Google is known to be misleading in searches, so If I for instance get a name wrong or use a phrase incorrectly and I offend someone, tell me what it was so I can apologise and hopefully correct it as best as I can do. I want this to be a place where someone isn’t afraid of reaching out when I have made a mistake

Pairing: Abraham x reader

Summary: You’ve never seen Abraham as a husband, let alone a person worth thinking of. Yet his sudden new involvement in your life may have you thinking differently not just about him, but about everything you’ve ever thought about

The story Taglist: @valeskafics, @omgbrcat @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity @anjelicawrites @lexwolfhale

Chapter One: A child’s dream

Chapter Two: A change of heart

Chapter Three: Before and now

Chapter Four: A new kind of promise

Chapter Five: Loving your husband

The Epilogue: This is a happy house (?/?)

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tomicscomics · 2 months

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02/23/2024

Oh, God, you incorrigible goofball!

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: In this Bible story, God asks Abraham to kill his beloved son as a sacrifice. Abraham is surely mortified, but does as he's told, bringing Isaac to a mountaintop and setting up an altar. However, just as he's about to slaughter his son, a goat appears, and God says Abraham can sacrifice that instead of his son. For Christians, this story is both a test of Abraham's faith in God, as well as a foreshadowing of Jesus's sacrifice on the cross. While mankind deserves death for their sins, a Lamb appears -- Jesus -- and is sacrificed in our stead. While Abraham's son was spared, God's own Son faces death and triumphs. Anywho, this cartoon reimagines the moment God asks Abraham to slaughter his son, in stunning technicolor!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 'Tis the season, it seems, for yet ANOTHER "Tomics Resurrections," where I've redrawn one of my older comics. Much like most of my original comics, the old one is very desaturated with lots of grays and browns, and while the same essential tone is kept in the new one, I've altered the dialogue to give it a little extra zing. The only part I regret having to change is "burn him alive." It's such a jarring phrase, but it's not quite correct, as God's asking for a "burnt offering," and as the custom goes, a sacrificial burnt offering would be killed before being burned, not burned alive.

So how does the new compare to the old? In this case, the old version is truly ancient (cartoon #29 according to my filing system), which I think makes it about... 10 years old...? That can't be. I still remember writing "2014" on stuff. Oh my gosh... This is a lot to process... I, uh... um... Where was I...? Oh, yeah... "Tomics Resurrection"! Woohoo! Haha...! Yeah, so the funny thing about the old version is that even IT was technically a resurrection, 'cause it was based on a cartoon I drew in a notebook back in college... before Tomics was a thing... in 2012... oy... Sorry, I have to sit down for a second...

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i-am-aprl · 5 months

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targs-on-zorses · 7 months

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#abraham #ewan mitchell #abraham grantchester #grantchester #mine: ps #ttp-eligifs

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a-path-by-the-moon · 1 day

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hoosbandewan · 6 months

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EWAN MITCHELL MANNERISMS IN DIFFERENT ROLES

The Angry Stomp™ Grantchester (2017) and House of the Dragon (2022)

#y'all coloring is hard #but he's so cute!!! mister mitchell!#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #abraham #grantchester #ewan mitchell #ewan mannerisms #hoosbandewangifs

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barbieaemond · 2 months

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Ewan Mitchell as Abraham in Grantchester

#ewan mitchell #abraham #grantchester #barbieaemondgifs

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valeskafics · 4 months

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"Lovely Weather For A Sleigh Ride Together" - Abraham x Reader

a/n: combined a request from @tallemajas-scriptorium and one from @hoosbandewan enjoy my babies!!! 💕

Summary: Abraham treats you to a sleigh ride, hot chocolate, and a bit more...

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, tiddy succin, oral f receiving, loss of virginity, p in v sex, breeding kink, fluff

Word Count: 2,050 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Grantchester characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Winter is your favorite time of the year for a plethora of reasons. You love the snow, the crisp morning air, how happy everyone around you seems to be because of the holiday season. But more than anything? You love when your family gets to meet with travelers from different communities at the annual winter gathering.

Because when that time rolls around, it means that sooner or later you’re going to run into him.

Abraham Lee.

The first time you met him was when you were fourteen years old. He walked over to you, chest puffed out, an air of arrogance surrounding him as he introduced himself. But you could see it in his eyes. The insecurity, the hidden vulnerability. And that’s what made you want to get to know him more, which is exactly what you’ve done these last six winters. You heard he was sweet on a girl from his group, Luella. But you’re not sure if you believe those rumors, because when all of you spend time together in the winter? It seems like Luella doesn’t even exist for him, because he’s solely focused on you.

Abraham finds you at the pub nearby with a few of the other young adults from your group. He sees some local boy bothering you and decides to race in, seeing the perfect opportunity to be your knight in shining armor. You try to protest when he comes to stand beside you, giving the boy a menacing look. You turn to him, resting a hand on his chest, but he continues glaring until the boy scurries off. That’s when he finally turns to you. You sigh, shaking your head before smiling up at him.

“Hello, Abraham.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “How’s it going, beautiful?”

You giggle, dodging the kiss he tries to plant on your lips, letting it land on your cheek, “It’s nice to see you again.”

Abraham, however, is not so easily deterred. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you flush up against him and pulls you into a quick kiss, one that if you blinked, you might just have missed it. He gives you a mischievous grin, prompting you to laugh softly.

“Same old Abraham, I see.”

“Can’t change these colors,” he replies, not letting go of you, hands still set firmly on your hips as he gazes into your eyes.

The intensity of his stare would frighten you if it was anyone else. But not him. Not those sweet blue eyes that hide so much behind them. Others may think of him as brash or rude, but you’ve seen a side of him that most haven’t. A gentle, caring side. One that’s made you fall for him over the years. He gestures toward the door of the pub.

“They’re giving horse drawn sleigh rides. Would you like to go with me?”

You nod, grabbing your coat, letting him rest a hand on your lower back as he leads you out the door, “There’s no one else I’d rather go with.”

After paying the coachman running the entire operation, Abraham helps you into the carriage, playing the part of a perfect gentleman. Though you know he only let you get in first so he could get a look at your backside. Not that you mind it at all. He settles in, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close to him as the sleigh begins to move, snowflakes falling from the sky all around you, his nose slightly red from the cold air, making him look all the more adorable. You rest your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth.

“I wish we didn’t have to wait so long to see each other,” you admit, “I missed you something awful.”

He turns to press a kiss to your forehead, allowing his lips to linger for a moment before murmuring your name, his voice a low rumble in his chest, “I have something to ask you. Something serious.”

You nod, speaking softly, “Okay. Sure.”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, “You know I love you. I think it’s plenty clear to anyone who sees us together.”

You can’t help but smile like a giddy fool at his words. Yes, the two of you have flirted for years now, but this is the first time he’s ever said those three little words. “I love you”.

You kiss his cheek, your lips soft and warm against his wind-bitten skin, “I love you too.”

He shivers at your touch, voice dropping an octave as he asks, “Will you marry me?”

You stare at him, lips parted in surprise before whispering, almost too quiet for him to hear, “Am I dreaming?”

Abraham cups your face between his hands, smiling at you, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes with how nervous he is as he waits for your answer, “If it’s a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up. Will you marry me?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you throw your arms around him, peppering kisses all over his face - his cheeks, his forehead, his nose - exclaiming, “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Abraham smiles brightly pulling you into his lap, wanting to feel your warmth, your love as close as he can, soaking up every second with you. The snow continues to fall over you both as the coachman begins to head back toward the pub, the magical sleigh ride nearly at its end. But neither of you is keen on ending the night so soon. So, after you get out of the sleigh, Abraham turns to you, hands still holding yours.

“Would you like to…”

You nod, linking your arm with his, realizing he means to ask you to come back to his wagon, but words seem to be failing him, “Yes. Maybe we can have some hot chocolate?”

Abraham nods happily and the two of you begin trudging through the snow, shivering but ecstatic.

You sit side by side on his bed, mugs of hot chocolate in hand as you warm yourselves. Abraham’s free hand rests on your knee, a content smile on both of your faces. Though it’s comfortable, there’s a tension building between the two of you as you keep sneaking glances at each other, his fingers drawing shapes along your legs.

You pause before asking, “I might have had things on my mind other than hot chocolate.”

Abraham chuckles, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he nips at your neck, “Oh yeah? Like what, pretty one?”

You pout at him, in a way that he can’t help but find completely adorable, “Don’t be mean.”

His voice is even lower as he replies, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “I think you like it when I’m mean.”

Abraham grabs your mug and sets it on the floor along with his before pulling you into a searing kiss, his lips moving against yours almost ravenously as he pushes you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you. His hands move to your hair, the slight tug at your scalp making you moan into his mouth as he kisses you hungrily. He wastes no time unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side to reveal the broad planes of his chest and his toned stomach. You shimmy out of your own dress, smiling up at him, the two of you making quick work of the rest of your garments until you’re as bare as the day you were born. His eyes are hungry as he stares at you, lips pressed to your neck as he nibbles at your soft skin.

You wrap your arms around him, running a hand through his hair before murmuring, “You… You feel like home to me. Is that stupid?”

He shakes his head, a lump in his throat as he struggles to hold back his emotions, peppering kisses all over your face, his desire for you running through him to the very marrow of his bones, “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

You rest your hands on his face, smiling as he kisses you, “I love you so much.”

“Say it again,” Abraham pleads, his grasp desperate as he holds you close to him, “Please.”

“I love you,” you whisper between kisses as he presses his body against yours, his length rubbing against your bare core, his lips moving to your breasts, taking one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple, making you shiver ever so slightly as you whisper again, “I love you, I love you.”

He kisses a trail down your stomach, his large, calloused hands groping at your chest, teeth grazing against your skin as he demands, “Say it again.”

He relishes in the way you squirm against him, feeling light-headed from how giddy he is as you repeat, “I love you.”

You giggle as he nips at one of your thighs, “You’re supposed to wait until the wedding night for all of that, you know.”

Abraham blanches at your words, looking up at you, “You don’t mean that.”

You’re silent for a moment before you burst into laughter, “No. Course not.”

He grabs his chest dramatically, shaking his head at you, “Don’t mess with a man’s heart like that, you cheeky thing!”

You continue laughing, only to let out a long moan as he presses his lips against your cunt. Your hands fly to his hair as he begins lapping at your folds, his teeth grazing against your sensitive skin as he buries his tongue inside you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, nails brushing against his scalp as he continues to move his lips against you, finding your sensitive pearl. He feels the way you tremble around him when he brushes his nose against it and so, Abraham smirks to himself and moves to warp his lips around your clit. You whimper, grinding your hips against his face, chasing your peak, loving the way his hands squeeze at your thighs, not enough to be painful but enough to let you know who’s in charge. You cry out his name, white hot pleasure shooting through every part of your body as you reach your peak, gazing at him as he moves to press his lips to yours.

You mewl his name as his cock presses against your folds, pouting when he smacks the head of it against your clit, clinging to him as he pushes inside of you. Abraham kisses you to soothe you, the sting being uncomfortable at first before dulling into a feeling like you’ve never known before. As he rolls his hips against yours, he continues kissing you, his lips hot against yours as the feeling of him filling you up with his cock begins to bring you closer to the edge once more.

Abraham moves to kiss your jaw, whispering against your skin, “So perfect for me. Dreamed about having you for so long. My pretty little wife.”

He fucks into you harder, deeper than ever before, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. Abraham buries his face in the crook of your neck, loving the way you cling to him, like you need him, like he’s the only thing tethering you to this world, the only thing that matters.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, almost too quiet to hear, but he knows you did judging by the radiant smile on your face. Abraham feels himself getting closer and closer, landing a playful smack against your ass before moving his thumb to rub at your clit, “Come with me, pretty one. Let me fill you up.”

Your body squeezes around him as you moan his name, both of you reaching your peak together before relaxing in each other’s arms.

“You’re still gonna have to at least pretend to ask my father for his blessing.”

“Might’ve already done that,” Abraham teases, grabbing a ring from his discarded pant pocket and sliding it on your finger, “That looks perfect on you, Mrs. Lee.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” you say, resting your hand against his cheek, foreheads pressed together.

Abraham’s eyes flutter shut as he whispers, “You drive me crazy. In the best way. Now, how about round two?”

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