#OC: Abraham

[boyybites]

[creative-sparx]

Day Six: Abraham

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

A-Abraham named Inferno? Abraham named Inferno???

“What did you say your name was again?” Abraham said, the creature’s ears going down. “I don’t have a name, actually. All I know is I was sent here to search for something.” The creature looked Abraham up and down, his tail wagging as he smiled. “Would you like to give me one?” Abraham’s entire face brightened, rubbing his chin. “How about…Inferno? Because you know, you’re warm.” “Inferno?” the creature said, shifting his head back and forth before nodding, “I like it, it suits me.”

Taglist: @perasperaadastrawriting, @profoundlyhauntedclaws, @verba-writing

[harrhellix]

After 12 days recovering from surgery I finally was able to draw for a bit. Hunter's time it is!.

[antares-dupont]

couple of my lil guys! abraham on the right and rue on the left, circa 1947

[mortemcatabasis]

celia & abraham human n were form comparisons from early december ft eden who is not a wereantelope but included anyway bc theyre besties

[devourable]

your first time • yanderes x reader, part one

nsfw, minors and ageless dni ;; smut (duh), virgin top x bottom gn reader, various kinks that will be tagged per character.

ft. abraham (yandere church boy), sterling (yandere prodigy), gene (yandere hacker), tobias and sebastian (yandere best friends), and mykolas (yandere monster)

this part will just be the guys (excluding the delinquents)! i wanted to put most of my polyamorous groups as well as the girls and enbies in part two. decided last minute to change it a bit and make it sort of ambiguous as to if the reader is a virgin or not. regardless!

thanks again for 2k 🫶

the church boy — abraham atkins ;; dacryphilia, elements of sizeplay, mentions of religion

abraham thought his first time would be well into the future, after he’d gotten married at his church and whisked off to start his own family like his father before him. it was just a part of life to him, not something to really care about or look forward to; but it was supposed to happen that way. but abe… he just couldn’t resist you!

he knew he shouldve stopped you the moment you had found yourself on his lap, pinning him to his bed after what was supposed to be an sleepover had gone completely off course. and he should’ve stopped you when you got your tongue in his mouth, grinded on him, getting him hard for practically the first time in his life. he should’ve stopped things before they went too far — but he couldn’t stop you. or himself, after he started to clumsily hump you back, his hands finding and delicately groping your ass in an attempt to figure out how he could fit against you best. abe has such an innocent hunger about him, he so desperately wants more — more what, exactly? he doesn't really know. you definitely end up having to take lead because he wholeheartedly doesn't know what he's doing.

but once you coax him out of his nerves and a bit of trial and error (he absolutely wouldn't have fit in you dry; and even after you taught him how to work you open and got his dick wet enough, it was still a tight fit!), you finally, finally get him inside you. and abe, poor abe didn't even know what hit him. despite the tears tumbling down his face purely from how good you felt around him, despite the deep rooted guilt of committing such a sin with the one he loved clawing at his chest, he couldn’t help how brutally he ended up fucking you. he’d pour out all of his pent up desire into you in one night, fucking you through climax after climax till you were seeing stars too.

the prodigy — sterling cygnus ;; overstimulation, risky(ish) setting/exhibitionism

it must all be a game to you, his feelings and this weird dynamic in your relationship. even when the two of you actually start dating (…sorta), he still had it in his head that you were just trying to fuck with him. what other reason could there be to explain how he felt aside from it being your fault?

it was when the two of you were in his dorm that he actually decided to push your boundaries, see what you would let him do before your ‘facade’ finally cracked. but you didn’t stop him when he pinned you against your bed, or when he started kissing you, or when the kiss transformed into an unintentionally heated makeout session. it wasn’t until you had started to pull off your shirt and palm at him through his pants that he started to think that you might’ve actually wanted him.

sterling didn’t really know how it went so far, but he stopped caring when the absolute carnal need to just feel you took over his brain. you must’ve assumed that he didn’t know how to make you feel good because he’s inexperienced, right? no? well, he doesn’t believe you. and to ensure you do, you’re not getting out of that dorm until he’s made you cum on him again, and again, and again. you’d have to think he’s playing with you at some point with how often he switches between fucking you and fingering you — he insists on making you cum both ways as many times as you can handle. he’s rattling the walls and got you sobbing his name so loud that no doubt the entire dorm can hear you (the walls were never that thick to begin with anyway). he relishes in not only knowing he’s completely claimed you, but now all of your colleagues will know too. he doesn’t care how much of a mess he’s making with your insides or how much of him spills out of you, nor does he care if you’re exhausted and sore from the waist down. you’re not done until he’s done with you — and being the overachiever he is, who knows when that’ll be? he’d hate to leave you thinking he’s anything but your number one.

the hacker — gene eliades ;; a lil dubcon-y, filming w/o reader’s knowledge

gene had waited for you to make a move on him first, he really did. he even tried enticing you in his own way, always sitting with his legs open so you could see the very clear outline of his dick through his pants, sitting you on his lap when he was working and keeping a hand on your body at all times. he’d kiss you, tell you how crazy you drove him, anything to give you an idea of what he wanted. but you never took that extra step and it left him wondering if it was because you were toying with him or if you really were that dense. either way, he had had enough, and after one particular day where the need burning in the pit of his stomach just wouldn’t go away, he decided that he wouldn’t wait anymore.

when you tried to slip off of his leg to do something, his arm curled around your waist and pulled you square into his lap, making sure you felt every inch of his erection against your ass. you were so irresponsible, constantly getting him riled up and never doing anything about it. did you even like him at all? regardless of your answer he was already sliding his hands under your clothes, groping your chest with one and working your bottoms down with the other.

it was unceremonious, the way gene bent you over his desk and buried himself up to the hilt in you before you could even voice any potential protests. but the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you made your mind go blank, unable to do anything but moan his name every time he pulled you back against him. god, he loved hearing the way you whimpered for him, feeling you stretch around him when he fucked you just a bit too hard, the way your hips fit so nicely in his hands.

it was a good thing you were too fucked out to notice the little light next to his webcam aimed down at you. you wouldn’t mind if you did, he assumed — there was nothing wrong with wanting to remember this moment later, was there?

the boys next door — tobias & sebastian ;; double penetration, threesome

the pair had fantasized about losing their virginity to you years before it actually happened. the amount of times they’d gotten each other off with your name falling from their lips was too many to count, but god knows it just wasn’t enough for the two. but they never acted on those feelings, not until they had planned out the day to ensure it would be perfect.

you did find it a bit suspicious that the first time you were all free for the weekend at the same time was on the night that toby’s parents went out for an unplanned vacation, but you easily overlooked it when the pair offered you a sleepover (for old time’s sake!), bribed with promises of your favorite snacks and whatever movies you wanted to watch. you were sandwiched between the two in your best friend’s room, oh so aware of the growing tension but unsure where it was leading to — but then toby suddenly asked to kiss you. and what you assumed would be a playful peck ended with you pinned to the bed with tobias holding your wrists while sebastian made himself comfortable between your legs.

they really like you, and they know you like them too — you wanna be their first, don’t you? be their special someone? that’s what toby’s asking between kisses while seb’s lifting your shirt and sliding a hand down the front of your pants. it wasn’t until you finally gave them the permission they’d waited so long for that the pair allowed themself to really get the night started.

toby was the first to break you in while seb held you in his lap. it was a shame the pair didn’t think to record the moment… the face you made when toby fucked into you was so cute! and the noise you made when seb slid under you to try and squeeze into you alongside toby would play in their minds over and over again. they might’ve pushed you a bit too hard, stretching you well beyond your limit without even letting you catch your breath. they just couldn’t resist! you were clamping down on them, sucking them both in like you didn’t wanna let them go. it felt so good to make you cum.

the two were still up long after you had passed out, ogling your ruined state with an undeniable urge to fuck you up even more. they saw it like a badge of honor, proof that you’d always be theirs. the two would let you rest for the time being, but don’t worry — they still had an entire weekend with you ahead, and they didn’t plan on letting you step foot outside that house till their time was up.

the beast — mykolas ;; teratophilia (duh), size difference, outercourse/thighfucking

mykolas really, really didn’t want to hurt you. he was well aware of how big he was, especially compared to you — if you got hurt because he couldn’t control himself, he wouldn’t know what to do!

all of those thoughts were completely disregarded when he started rutting, though. the poor monster couldn’t think straight with his hormones running amok, and you being you — so soft, so small, so vulnerable, it was like you were designed to torture him through the season. you’d very quickly catch on to what was happening to your monstrous partner, considering you’d often be woken up by him grinding up against your back or stomach in a desperate bid to try and relieve the borderline painfully throbbing cock that was bothering him more and more these days. and though he’d never make his needs known vocally, you could just tell — that sad, pleading look he’d give you every time you looked at his pitiful form was just begging you to take care of him.

you knew for certain that you couldn’t just fuck him in his current state. his cock practically matched the length of your torso! and with how reckless his hormones were making him, the possibility of him ‘accidentally’ making you take more than you could handle was too high, even if you did try to take control. so to work around this problem, you opted to get a bit creative with your methods.

mykolas didn’t quite understand what was going on at first when you bent over in front of him, pants pulled down to your knees. but when you guided him between your legs and clamped your thighs around his length, you could tell the switch in his brain had flipped and he completely allowed instinct to take over. you had no clue just how good it’d feel when mykolas’s hard, wet cock rutted against you relentlessly until he was gripping your waist and pulling you against him, fucking your thighs like you were his living fleshlight. but fuck, the way he managed to slide against every sensitive spot he had access to despite his carnal state was nearly driving you insane. and mykolas delighted in the way you clawed at the ground and mewled for him, your voice so pretty when you stammered out his name. it didn’t take long for either of you to cum at that rate.

despite the mess mykolas made of your thighs and stomach, though, he wouldn’t let you get off him. he’d been pent up for so long, repressing his desire to mate with you, he couldn’t just stop there! so he went again, and again, humping you in any position he could think of, pinning you down, thoroughly wrecking you as best as he could. you were gonna be in for a rough mating season now that mykie knew how to relieve himself with you — but you didn’t mind, he assumed. you were the one that showed him how to feel better, after all.

[leopardsnake-stories]

Julian: The Son Ch2 Version 1

The ride down the elevator was tense. Brienne refused to look at Abraham. She refused to speak. She knew if she did she would beg him to make this kid go away. She would beg him to just let it go and let her please just forget.

She would beg him not to leave her.

They reach the main floor. Abraham leads her to the waiting area of the lobby. A familiar kid sits in one of the stiff, overstuffed chairs. It’s the kid from the bus.

He’s not wearing his glasses now, but he is staring at them in his hands, steadfast. He’s slouched low, still wearing the oversized leather jacket and clunky boots. His feet are kicked carelessly into the walkway. His face, from what she can see, is sullen.

Brienne wants to turn around and never look back. She wants to walk out the door and leave everything. She’s only a moment from letting the shadows take her away to a place nobody could ever find her again.

The kid lifts his head as they approach. His eyes meet Brienne’s easily. They have the same blue eyes, the same black sclera. 

Oh God. She wants to puke. She wants to scream at the top of her lungs until the world ends. She wants time to reverse itself so she can undo this and just hold that baby she gave up all those years ago.

Of course he would inherit those awful eyes.

He stands. They’re of a similar height. He’s a scrawny thing under that jacket. His hair, still poorly dyed, is probably the same shade of pale blond as her own. He’s her spitting image dressed in all black.

“You’re…” He starts, face finally crumbling from its sullen mask. He looks impossibly young in the bright artificial lights of the lobby. 

“Brienne, Phobia,” she says, reaching out a hand between them. “You’re my son?”

He fumbles forward to grasp her palm. His own is sticky with sweat. “Yes.”

Terror clutches at Brienne’s ribs. A rare feeling for her to have. She chances a glimpse at Abraham. She licks her dry lips. “What’s your name, kid?”

The kid gives her a wobbly smile. “Julian, ma’am.”

Brienne had imagined meeting him thousands and thousands of times. She had wondered what his name was just as many times. A million times she had torn herself to pieces for giving him up. 

If only he could have stayed away.

Brienne eyed him closely, careful to keep her expression bland. It wouldn’t help anyone to reveal anything now. “Okay, you’ve met me.” She pulled her hand from his, fighting back a scream. “Now go home, Julian.” His name burned her mouth.

A choked noise comes from Abraham the same time Julian’s face goes gray.

“Bri-”

“Ma’am-”

Brienne silenced them with the motion of a single raised palm. Her eyes did not leave Julian’s face. “What were you hoping to accomplish here, Julian?”

Do not blink. Do not breathe. Do not-

The kid fumbled for words, eyes wide. Tears threatening the corners of his eyes. “I just-” His voice choked, he stepped closer. “ Please, I just only ever wanted to know you.”

“Kid.” Brienne braced herself. She tensed when hands gripped her shoulders, Abraham’s warmth flushing against her back.

“Why don't we head up to talk this over in private?” Abraham’s tone was not one of suggestion. Brienne knew an order when she heard one. And he was not one to be disobeyed.

Julian scrubbed at his eyes with one hand, the other reaching for his ragged duffle bag. He was nodding. His expression was so grateful.

Brienne clenched her jaw to stop herself from screaming. Ice licked up her spine. She could only just breathe. 

Abraham led them to the elevator, the lobby secretaries all watching them. Along with the rest of the rabble staring them down. Brienne wanted to rip them apart. All of them for just the idea of them knowing the truth. For judging her.

Apartment 3, her apartment. She stood in the doorway as the other two stepped inside. Pressure building in the space between her eyes.

“Bathrooms that way, kid. Take a minute.” Abraham pointed Julian to the bathroom after a moment of the kid staring at her apartment devoid of anything personal. He scurried away, the door closing with a quiet click.

Abraham was on her immediately. “What in the fucking hell were you doing,” he hissed, grabbing her arm to reel her in. He crushed her to his chest.

The ice gripping her shattered at the contact. A sob ripped from her throat in a noise beyond human comprehension. She wrapped her arms around his waist to hang onto him. She hid her face.

A hand cradled the bank of her skull as she continued to cry. The other hand rubbed her back in small circles. He shushed her. “ Brienne, it’s fine. Just talk to me, my darling.”

After a few tries, Brienne managed to reign herself in. Breathing in and out in controlled breaths until she had a handle on her emotions once more. “I gave him up for a reason, Abraham.” 

“And now he came back to you.” Abraham stood stiff under her hands. An immovable wall. “Why don’t you at least hear him out.”

Dread pounded beneath her breastbone. The Fear wriggled under her skin. And knew she was on the precipice of losing everything if she wasn’t careful. Maybe she could at least keep Abraham once this news became public. “Okay.”

Abraham tilted her head up with one finger under her chin. His expression was kind, and she knew he only had her best interest in mind. But she was no fool. Not anymore.

“Um…” The kid stood in the bathroom doorway. His cheeks were scrubbed red, most likely from crying. “Sorry.”

Abraham let Brienne go so she could compose herself. “Come on over kid, let’s talk?”

Brienne smoothed her hair and clothes back into order. She rubbed the tears and their tracks from her face. She sat at the little dining table. The other two followed her lead.

“I swear I didn’t mean to upset you ma’am.” Julian gripped the edge of the table. He stared with wide red ringed eyes. His lower lip verged on wobbling. “I just really wanted to finally meet you.”

Brienne clasped her hands in her lap until Abraham grabbed one to hold. She let the moment sink in. “Okay.”

Julian’s shoulders hunched. He chewed on his lower lip mercilessly. “Why did you give me up?”

Brienne pursed her lips, but otherwise kept her face smooth of anything. Wasn’t this the question that plagued her, kept her awake for days at a time? “I…”

“Because I can, you know, I can be useful, now,” Julian said, looking away at a space over her shoulder. He fidgeted in his seat. “I just want to know you.”

“Kid, you don’t need to be useful to stay.” Abraham met her side eye with a frown of his own. “What about your parents? Shouldn’t you be getting home?”

Julian scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t have parents. And I was being sent to a new house soon anyways.”

Brienne frowned. “Why?”

“For the same reason they all send me back,” Julian said, glaring down at the table. “I’m not what anybody wants.”

Abraham squeezed Brienne’s hand. “Well, how about this?” He grinned and she loved him desperately. “You stay here for a couple days, get to know Bri’”

Julian leaned closer, watching warily. “Okay.”

“If it’s not to your liking, we’ll get you back to your next home.” Abraham slid his right hand to the center of the little table. “Deal?”

Julian grinned, eyes shining with a light Brienne had never seen on her own. “ Yeah, deal.” He shook Abraham’s hand.

Brienne placed her hand over theirs. “Deal.”

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[welcome-to-ratterrock]

Abraham Kuznetsov (feat. Levi)

Another one of our rat gang leaders from our comic Ratterrock. Abe is a bit...unstable. But damn...he does make it look good...

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[seealandraw]

presenting Abraham Van Helsing's descendant, Abby Van Helsing! Everything she owns is bedazzled and she's a professional gay cowboy and vampire negotiator!

[muckyschmuck]

crusty eyed white dog

[minophus]

Handful

[bobbinalong]

little brother.

[askmovieslate]

Seriously, what an absolute waste of celluloid and time this was. To think they could've made two or three much better movies instead of this one.

This movie's part of that rare collection of high fantasy post-modern movies like "Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters" and "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies", where the action is a bit Matrix-y and there's perhaps too much story going on, but those are enjoyable enough.

This one though, is super annoying. It has all the worst tropes, the acting is atrocious, it's long, and worst of all it's boring as dirt. Boring dirt. The most boring kind of dirt.

Not a fan. Definitely skip this one.