#abraham fanfic

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

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.

[fan-goddess]

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 (?/?)

[celtic-crossbow]

Daryl: If ya bite it n’ ya die, it's poisonous. If it bites ya and ya die, it's venomous.

Carl: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Enid: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Carl, learn to listen.

Glenn: What if it bites itself and I die?

Michonne: That's Voodoo.

Abraham: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Eugene: That's correlation, not causation.

Tara: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Y/N: That's kinky.

Daryl, throwing his hands up and walking away: Oh m’ god.

[thought--bubble]

All the things you promised

Abraham X (Best Friend Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count:2546

Abraham Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Banners and Dividers by @arcielee

Header by @zaldritzosrose

Based on THIS request

Warnings:: Cheating, Breeding Kink, unprotected PinV, virginity loss.

You stand proudly next to Andrei as your father announces your engagement in front of everyone at dinner.

You're elated. Andrei is sweet and charming, and you were hoping he would eventually ask your father for his blessing.

You had nearly given up hope when finally your father came to you to let you know of Andrei's intentions and ask your opinion on the matter to which you smiled and approved.

You realize now, though, as you stand before all of your family and friends that you missed one very important step in all of this. You did not tell your best friend before the announcement.

No, he had to find out here and now with everyone else. The look of shock on his face and the way he quickly turns and exits make it clear. That was an error.

You hop down from next to Andrei and scramble to find him.

"Abraham!?" You call out as soon as you get outside. Your head swings wildly from side to side, your eyes scanning each farmhouse, stable, and open space before you.

You huff in annoyance when you can't locate him. "Abraham?!" You yell out again. He just came out here. There is no way he can't hear you. Is he ignoring you? No he wouldn't do that.

You don't want to wander too far since it's dark, so you sigh once more before turning to go back inside where everyone is eating. Unaware of the pair of angry blue eyes that watch you from the darkness.

The blue eyes that avoid you from here on out.

The next day, you look high and low for Abraham. You go to all the spots you think he may be working at, you ask around, and no one seems to know where he is. He doesn't come around your wagon once, which is odd. He usually checks in on you at least once each day. Even on his busiest days.

This trend continues over the next few days, quickly becoming a week. You finally see him again, cutting wood and attempt to speak to him, but the moment you get close, he leaves.

Your heart sinks into your stomach as he continues walking away from you as you call his name. Even as you chase him. It's as if he is on auto pilot, and his only goal is to get as far away from you as possible.

With a bruised ego, you give up. You decide to give him some time. Obviously, he is mad that you didn't tell him about the engagement. Maybe he needs just a bit longer to cool off.

You try to be patient, but as the cooling off period stretches across another two weeks, you begin to lose hope.

You decide to search for him again. At this point, you are angry, too. Why wouldn't he just talk to you? Explain why he is so upset? Allow you to apologize? You know he isn't one to get all sensitive or in his feelings, but the least he could do is attempt to speak to you.

These thoughts swirl through your mind as you stomp angrily through the encampment, looking once again in each of the places you think he may be until you finally spot him, brushing a horse in the stables. His eyes staring off in the distance.

"There you are, you mangy mutt." You chuckle, attempting to sound light-hearted. "I've been looking for ya. As I know you are aware."

He stays silent, his eyes still trained toward the nothingness in the distance.

You sigh and pinch your nose in frustration. "Abraham. What is wrong? Is this about the engagement? I meant to tell you, really I did, but things moved quickly"

He grunts and puts the brush down, gently patting the horse on the back before turning to leave the stables.

"Do you plan to just ignore me then? Until the end of days?" Your annoyance and anger are evident in your tone

He lowers his head, his back still turned to you.

"No"

Finally, he speaks, weeks without hearing his voice have made you feel tender at the sound. The anger and annoyance start to fade, and you're left with your hurt and longing.

"Then talk to me. Look at me! Something." you take two small tentative steps toward him. Your heart beats in your chest loudly, adrenaline causing your hands to shake, yet you keep on.

"Abraham, please" You step even closer still, just about close enough to touch him.

"Stop" he near whispers, a painful edge to his voice.

You freeze in place. "I can't lose you. Not over this" Your voice is strained, your heartbreak woven into every syllable. You know he doesn't like Andrei, but you could never imagine the announcement of your engagement would push him this far away.

"Don't touch me. If... if you touch me...." He keeps his face angled away from you as his voice starts to crack.

You sigh softly, and you decide right then and there. He won't push you away anymore. You won't allow it.

You reach your hand out and touch his shoulder, and he bristles instantly before he turns around to face you. Those steely blue eyes meeting yours for the first time in weeks.

"Did you consider me?" He asks sharply. "Even once?"

You're slightly taken aback by his aggressive demeanor but swallow back your frustration so that you can answer him. "Of course I considered how you would feel about this" you start but are abruptly cut off as Abraham paces toward you.

"No. Did you ever consider ME? " he asks again. You can feel his breath on your cheek as he brings his face up to yours, whispering in your ear. "Was I ever your choice?"

Your face heats up, and your chest tightens at the question. You had always thought of Abraham as your friend. Someone you trusted and depended on.

"I....I ....." You stumble over your own tongue at a complete loss for words.

His eyes scan your face and start to darken with each passing second. "No. You didn't, " he turns from you again.

"You never gave any indication!" You desperately yell out to his back, and it's true. Never once had he let any intentions be known. You had assumed this was because he simply did not see you that way, and you had accepted that fact a very long time ago.

He again stops without turning back towards you, so you continue on.

"I heard you. Talk about Luella. Some of the others. You never did speak about me that way"

He growls, his back still turned. "I could never speak about you that way." He turns back toward you his lips pursed. "You don't speak about a wife like that."

You take in a sharp breath and avert your eyes.

"But now... you will not be my wife. " There is a mischievous glint in his eye, and he cracks a slight smile.

The presence of a smile on his face has you confused. As you arch a brow at him, he rushes toward you, pulling you tightly in his arms.

"Abe!" You push slightly against his chest, but he pays you no mind as he lifts you off of your feet and walks you further into the stables and away from prying eyes.

"He won't have what's mine," He grumbles as he places you back down on your feet in the furthest most part of the stables.

"Abraham...." You say your voice slightly trembling. From fear or anticipation, you weren't entirely sure.

His eyes lift and meet yours for just a moment before his lips crash down on yours, his large, rough hands tightly grasping at the sides of your head. He prods at your lips with his tongue begging for entry of which you against your better judgment grant him.

Abraham grunts into your mouth as he explores with his tongue all the while pushing your body further and further backwards until you feel the solid surface of the wooden wall against your back.

He starts to shuffle your dress up towards your hips, never breaking the kiss. You pull away slightly, meaning to protest. You know this is wrong, but Abraham quickly brings his mouth back down to yours and mumbles against your lips. "He won't have what's mine"

He begins to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck, gently licking and nibbling at the skin as he moves.

The heat starts to pool in your belly at his rough touch, his calloused fingertips gripping at the soft flesh of your thigh under your skirts.

"Abe......" You say breathlessly between kisses.

He only grunts and brings his hand further up your thigh before cupping your ass and playing with the hem of your knickers.

"You were always meant to be mine." He whispers with a voice that is uncharacteristically soft.

He slides his hand between your legs, applying pressure to your pearl as you gasp.

"Already sopping," he chuckles into your ear, "and I've barely touched you"

He removes his hand quickly, spinning you around to face the wall and rucks your skirt up around your hips.

"He won't have what's mine," he growls again, pulling your underwear down your legs quickly and helping you step out of them.

Your mind is in overdrive and moving on instinct. You grip the post that runs through the middle of the wall before you, as Abraham reaches one hand between your legs and grips your hip harshly with the other.

You lean your head back and close your eyes, taking in all the sensations as his rough fingertips stroke your pearl.

"You're considerin' me now," He whispers breathlessly into your ear. You clench at the sound as you feel a tightening in your lower stomach.

"Oh my...... Abe!" Your fingernails dig into the wood of the beam you're holding when Abe pulls his fingers from your pearl and instead slowly slides one into your heat.

Your eyes open wide at the intrusion, while your body quickly responds, your hips bucking lightly. You try to ignore the embarrassment you feel at the sounds emanating from your lower body as he continues his ministrations when he suddenly slips a second finger in.

"Abe too much too much." You jolt slightly at the uncomfortable stretch.

"You'll get used to it. Gotta get you ready, " he says in between husky breaths, although he slightly slows his pace.

"Ready?" You huff, he chuckles again before removing his hand.

"Think you're about as ready as you're gonna get." You can hear him moving behind you, the soft clink of his belt ringing in your ears.

Your mind tells you to stop this now before it goes too far, but your body stands still. Legs spread, back bent and hands holding the post. Exposed and vulnerable before his eyes.

You take a sharp inhale as you feel the tip of his cock sliding against your slick folds and over your clit.

"Try not to be too loud" is the last thing he says before he brings his cock back up to your entrance and slowly starts to breech your walls, the stretch slightly painful yet satisfying.

You attempt to heed his warning and pant quietly, but as he continues to push farther you can't help but whimper.

He leans down, slightly pressing his chest to your back and pushing your hair over your shoulder.

"It will pass," he coos gently before kissing down the back of your neck, the feeling soothing.

He continues pushing, the stretch and the sting becoming less and less uncomfortable until his hips are pressed tightly against your ass.

He gives you a moment, not a long moment, but a moment to acclimate to his size before he starts to move, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed as the painful stretch is replaced with a comfortable fullness, that knot in your stomach beginning to tighten once again.

"He won't marry ya. Not when you're carrying my child. " He grunts his pace, still picking up speed.

You're unable to respond to his words. The pressure between your legs, growing nearly unbearable.

You reach down between your thighs to rub your pearl, the need so strong you can feel your heart beating in your nub.

Abraham quickly pushes your hand away, instead bringing his rough fingertips back over your clit and starts rubbing in small, determined circles over the nerve.

Your body grows tense as you feel your pleasure reach its ultimate high. Your entire body shuddering and clenching.

"Ahhh!" You screech out as your orgasm moves through you in waves.

Urged on by your climax, Abraham wraps his arms around you, standing you up nearly straight as he thrusts up into you harshly.

"He won't have what's mine," he snarls again, breathing heavily into your ear. "You'll leave here just as much mine as you ever were"

Abraham continues to thrust into you, one hand on your hip, the other around your throat.

"I'm gonna fill you, right now." his thrusts grow sloppier and more desperate as he nears his own climax. "Tell me you want it, tell me to do it," he demands, pistoning himself into your heat harshly, the muscles in his thighs growing tight from the exertion.

"Do it. Please, " You whimper "fill me"

He sighs in satisfaction and thrusts only twice more before you feel the warmth of his seed spread within your womb.

He stands there holding you tight to him as he rides out his high, his body slightly twitching with the aftershocks of his heightened pleasure.

After a few minutes, he pulls out and releases you. You stumble forward, nearly falling head first into the wooden post you had been gripping so tightly earlier.

Abraham catches you and stands you upright. He wordlessly fetches for knickers, helping you to slide them back on.

You stand bewildered before him not sure what to make of the moment.

"Go tell your father and Andrei you have to end the engagement," he says sternly while pulling his suspender straps back up over his shoulders.

"It.... it's not that simple. " You stutter out the words. You know, in good conscience, you couldn't marry Andrei now, and you didn't want to. Now that you know what it's like to be with Abraham.

"It is. Tell them you're pregnant by another man. Your father will give us his blessing. He'll have no choice" he states plainly, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I'm not......." You trail off knowing that you could be after what just happened, yet you couldn't be sure for quite some time.

"Trust me." He leans in pressing his forehead to yours briefly before stepping away from you and moving to leave the stables.

"Where are you going?" You call out after him, not wanting your moment to be over.

"To do my work," he smiles back at you. "Now you go do yours!"

With that, he exits the stables, a large grin plastered across his face as he mutters one last thing under his breath.

"He won't have what's mine."

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[storywriter12]

(relationship preferences twd)

(how they felt about you)

Rick grimes:He thought you were a sweetheart. He watched you help out so many people and he fell for you. He never heard you say no to anyone if someone asked you'll be right there he loved spending time with you he would check on you chill at your house see you talk with Carl he will even ask Carl what he thought about. When he heard nothing but nice things he knew he couldn't let you go 

Daryl dixon:He liked you, you never got on his nerves like some people do.You would help him with little things, go on runs with him, hell he would even ask you to come along he would ask you to jump on his bike giving the excuse. Saying that it would be much easier to get around in.and faster to get back when really he likes feeling your hands wrapped around him tight 

Negan:after he killed your friends he couldn't get you out of his head the journey back to the sanctuary took longer than he thought it would his never felt bad for killing anybody before well anybody who deserved it Simon told him not to feel back but he couldn't help it something about seeing how upset you were  broke his heart days after he still felt shit so he had to go and see you 

Simon:He was annoyed, well mostly not at you but he felt like he had to babysit you most days because Negan put you with him but he did kinda like you the long trips you two would take on the road was comfortable he would ask you questions about everything and anything. He did make it clear that  he wouldn't  risk his life for you, but that day you hurt yourself something changed inside of him he never wanted to see you hurt again he let himself care for you but he didn't want you to know how much he did actually like you 

Glenn: you knew how he felt you two were close in the early days he would teach you how to fix the RV if ever he was about or Dale. you would know what to do as you worked away he would tell you that you are doing good and some of your friends joked that he had a crush on you he would just stutter on his words and go red you would smile at him he didn't look at you that day 

Abraham:as I said before he thought you were a badass but as the weeks turned into months he was more comfortable around you he would joke around with you talking in his very colourful language he thought a girl like you would hate how he spoke but you laughed until you cried which made him smile, he put it on his check list that once a day he would make you laugh and he did 

Paul monroe “jesus”:he was very fond of you to say the least when he was home from a run, he would only be with you, you two was two peas in a pod he thought you were clever you would teach him things like play the piano but he would make mistakes here and there because he would be watching you, sometimes you would catch him and he would just smile at you and turn away you felt your cheeks get hot but carried on teaching him to play 

Dwight:he saw you as a friend to start off with you two would just talk about how shit things were but that changed he could always count on you being there with him no matter what if he was going out for a pick up he would always stop by your room to ask if you needed anything if you did he would get it to  you. negan would always say that he was your puppy because he followed you around like one but he liked it how you always told negan to shut up you would even joke that dwight was  your puppy patting him on the head and you actually got a laugh out of him 

King ezekiel:his always liked you how you looked how you was so, kind to everyone you always tried your best to like everyone and he saw that you fitted in perfectly as time went by you two spent time together going for walks around the kingdom with Shiva you always found him interesting I mean you've never met anyone who had a pet tiger  before he would always compliment you saying that you looked beautiful that day you would thank him saying he looked nice that day to he would smile

This is also on wattpad but I thought I'll post it here to❤️😊

[luciuscaelus]

Ody Does Math

“Good morning, teacher.” sang the kids, faces radiating vitality.

Indeed, it was a good morning. You can hear the larks chanting in the forest, oak leaves whispering secrets of the wind, and see the open fields bathing in the blazing sunlight casted by Lord Helios. Every bit of this scenery was calling for your attention.

But now is not the right time for that. Commented Athena, in her mind. Now is the time for their math class, and none of them can escape this fact.

So she simply nodded to their greeting. So far so good. She gave a quick glance around the classroom. Odysseus, her favorite student, seemed rather eager for the class. He’s doing good as always, Athena thought. Eurylochus, on the other hand, seemed quite unsettled. Curious. Is it because of his homework? Athena wondered. And as she set her eyes on the next student, she called:

“What are you doing there, Mr. Polites?”

She could see his panic alright. But soon as Polites reclaimed himself she heard him say: “Sorry, Ms. Athena. I was just trying to pack this bag real quick.”

“What for?”

“Er, Ms. Athena…I don’t suppose this is the right place to say—”

“What for, Mr. Polites?”

He sighed. “It’s for a friend of mine, really. Today’s his birthday.”

As he finished, Athena caught a glimpse of the mild blush on Odysseus’s face. It wasn’t hard to figure out what exactly was happening here, but she merely said:

“Well, in that case, I might as well congratulate this friend of yours with a ‘happy birthday’. Hope he gets to be a valiant warrior, a warrior of the mind. And yes, you may sit down, Mr. Polites.”

As everybody settled on their seats, Athena quickly chalked a line of Greek on the blackboard. It reads: ΣΤΟΙΧΕΙΑ ΓΕΩΜΕΤΡΙΚΑ (Elements of Geometry). As soon as she finished, she said:

“Welcome to today’s math class, everyone. We’ll begin with a discussion on a simple problem in your textbook. Now, please turn to page 43, and evaluate the problem quickly. I’ll ask for your ideas in a few minutes.”

It’s not hard. Thought Odysseus. Just some simple geometry. You draw a perpendicular BC at point B with half the length of AB, and…

“Mr. Eurylochus, if you may?”

Eurylochus’s hesitation was all written on his face. And his silence was loud enough to speak for his cluelessness. I should help him. However, it’s not my turn. Thought Odysseus.

Athena apparently noticed something. “Mr. Odysseus, if you may?”

“Yes ma’am. You need to draw a perpendicular BC…now we have an auxiliary right triangle ABC, right? Draw an arc with center C and radius BC intersecting the hypotenuse at a point D. Then draw an arc with center A and radius AD intersecting AB at a point, say E. Now E should be the golden ratio point.”

“Good job. Now prove it.”

”Prove it?” now it was Odysseus’s turn to hesitate, but he hoped that he didn’t show it. However, Athena was quick to pick up something…else. “Well,” he started, “all I gotta do is…huh, what’s this bag for?”

A look at Polites was sufficient to explain everything.

“Mr. Polites! You seem quite eager to hand the present out, I see. Why don’t you give Mr. Odysseus a hand, by proving this point E to be the golden ratio point as he claims?”

Polites was eager, alright. He stood up swiftly, and said, “May I have a chalk, Ms. Athena?” After a moment Polites finished the proof on the chalkboard, saving the day. Then Athena complimented both Polites and Odysseus, and the class moved on.

But Eurylochus was uncomfortable with the compliment that Odysseus had received. Geometry is his strong point alright, thought Eurylochus, but let’s just wait till we get to arithmetics.

…

And soon they got to arithmetics. But there were only 10 minutes left for the class. So Athena decided to give a little quiz.

“I have a challenge, a test of skills.” said Athena, “the problem is, are you all ready for it?”

All nods. Ok. “Then let us begin by introducing a geographic fact. This is Troy, 600 miles away from us if you travel by sea. Now suppose that a ship travels at a speed of 5.755 miles per hour without the wind, and it is heading from Troy to Ithaca in full speed, and when it is 2.8 miles away from Ithaca it takes a turn to Temesa, sailing through 290 miles in total, and from there to Aeaea 158 miles away. Suppose the ship sails in a uniform speed, without any wind. How long does it take in total?”

Odysseus could see their expressions clearly. He could see Eurylochus busy doing the calculations, which wasn’t a surprise at all since he was so good at it. I could use a good right-hand man like him. Odysseus thought. And let’s see how Polites is doing. He seems to be struggling with it, which is not a good sign…

But what are you doing, Odysseus?

He had no idea. To be honest he haven’t even figured out how a decimal point works, but he’ll do it anyway, after all he’s a warrior of the mind! What do those miles add up to? 420? 420 divided by 5.755 is…730, right? Wait that 730 looks so familiar…isn’t that twice as long as 365 days? My goddess, that’s a really long time!

“Mr. Odysseus, what’s your answer?” From afar, he could hear Athena calling to him. But this time, there is no more hesitation. He had found his confidence. He knew his result to be true, though somehow he doubted the validity. But he’s gonna answer it anyway, knowing that had it been wrong, the fault was not his at all, but Athena’s. She provided the data, didn’t she? So nothing can go wrong. Just you chill, just you stand, just you answer.

”Ma’am…it’s two long years.”

[titanicnerd-blog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Carol Preston Additional Tags: Rittenhouse (Timeless), alternative episode, post-Abraham Lincoln, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Engagement, Time Travel, where flynn gets to have a real conversation with Lucy not "on the clock", maybe not realistic or exciting but it makes more sense to do it this way, he's got a time machine after all, pre-garcy Summary:

In canon, the Assassination of Abraham Lincoln mission lasted 23 hours, 48 minutes and 56 seconds.

Set in S1 Ep2: Assassination of Abraham Lincoln, near the end. Lucy returns to her mother’s house, full of people, to find out its her engagement party. She’s just had the argument (or start of one) with her mother about her “real” father, and Carol has stormed off in search of a drink.

Before Noah can come and kiss Lucy, the doorbell rings, and Lucy goes to answer it, assuming it is more partygoers.

She opens the door to find Flynn, imposing, dark, impressive in his modern clothes, filling the doorway.

For @battleshipgarcy on her birthday!

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

reader pronouns: she/her “Brace yourself.” “Huh?” Glenn looked up and followed Abraham’s gaze. You were talking to Eugene, who had his head bent and was staring determinedly at his boots, his arms stiff at his sides. “Eugene’s just finding out he’s been friend-zoned,” Abraham drawled, leaning on his shovel for a moment. Glenn wiped at the sweat on his forehead. “How is he just realizing that??” Abraham shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s been about as subtle as a brick to the balls,” he drawled. “Well,” Glenn went on, watching you doing your best to be kind as you let the mullet-ed man down gently, “I guess it isn’t exactly like Daryl and Y/N are flaunting it. They’re certainly not big PDA people...” Abraham glanced over at Glenn. “Those two are damn near inseparable. Not to mention how Daryl lost his shit when she had that bad run-in with those assholes outside the walls the other week. Or when she got all cut up from the barbed wire running from that herd and one of the cuts got infected. Daryl looked worse than she did. Any man could see he’s head-over-heels lovestruck. Ain’t goddamn rocket science.” He returned to his task, gripping the shovel and turning the soil over. Glenn sighed. “Yeah. I guess so. Man, I feel bad for him...” “After Rosita, I think he just had to go somewhere with them feelings,” Abraham said.  “Wonder who’ll be next,” Glenn said, picking up his tools again too. Eugene was walking away from you now, staring at the ground and looking like a sad Charlie Brown character. You were watching him go with a sympathetic and vaguely guilty expression. Just then, almost on cue, Daryl was heading toward you and your face absolutely lit up. And so did his. “I don’t know. I just hope it ain’t me,” Abraham joked.

[mountsmason]

England Diaries: Training

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summary: you work as a photographer for the england team when they return to camp for the nation's league fixtures.

pairing: slightly mason mount x reader

a/n: any kinda feedback would be appreciated as it keeps me motivated to write, via anon in my asks or simply in the replies/tags <33

➪ england diaries pt. 1, the arrivals

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[see-arcane]

So, I'm not quite done with this yet, but it's a scene from your fic, "The Man I Love Is Dead". This moment left a major impression on me and I think about it, like, all the time.

Thank you for this, friend, I Am Going to Pass Away

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Sweet Nothings

Pairing: Abraham (Grantchester) x f!reader Warnings: Dirty talk, smut. Word count: ~1.4k

Summary: They had agreed to call it quits when Abraham's community moved on from Grantchester, however, the urge to keep in touch is too powerful for either of them to resist.

Author's note: Day five of the Smuffmas prompts - "letters and lingerie". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

Abraham had kissed her fiercely, his lips pressed tightly to hers as though he meant to steal the very breath from her lungs. He’d kissed her like it was the last time he ever would, because the reality of it was just that - he was moving on, this would be the last time their mouths would meet with such passion.

She had always known that this was coming; six weeks prior when they had begun their little tryst, they had agreed when his time in Grantchester came to an end, so too would their relationship.

That doesn’t stop the ache in her heart when that day finally arrives though, but she does her best to hold back her tears as she watches him walk away, not wanting to make this any more difficult than it already is. She swears when he looks back she sees a hint of regret cast back at her in the blueness of his gaze. Perhaps that is just her seeing what she wants to see though.

Two weeks pass, and she does her best to carry on as normal, despite the void that Abraham has left behind in her life.

That is until the day a letter passes through the letterbox, landing softly on the doormat. It’s addressed to her, though she doesn’t recognise the handwriting. Tearing it open, a warmth spreads through her chest, recognising the sender as she reads it.

Darling,

I know we said that this is it, but I can’t stop thinking about you. The pillow on my bed that you laid your pretty head upon still smells like you. I miss the warmth of you, the way your body fits against mine. I can still picture your smile, still hear your laugh, and I think I’m going crazy without you.

I’m sorry if hearing from me is upsetting for you, I just can’t stand the idea that some other bloke will make you smile, make you laugh, make you moan like I used to. I don’t expect you to write back, but I’d be over the moon if you did. We’re camped up at a place called Yaxley, just outside of Peterborough. If you do decide to write back, address it to the Yaxley post office, and I’ll pick it up. I’ll check every day to see if you’ve written.

Yours, always,

Abraham

The penmanship is a barely legible scrawl, and the letter is riddled with spelling errors, yet she can’t deny it makes her pulse race to know that he’s missing her, so she snatches up a pen and paper and writes back straight away.

Over the following weeks they write to each other frequently, talking about their days, professing their yearning for each other, and with every exchange their words grow more heated and passionate.

She gets an idea when one of his letters states that he is “missing the pretty little pink thing” she used to wear for him, knowing exactly the lingerie set he’s hinting at.

Slipping on the satin French knickers and matching brassiere, the material feels silky soft against her skin. Butterflies flutter in her belly remembering how the last time she’d worn this, Abraham had peeled it off her, his bright eyes following the path of it as it had fallen away from her body.

Setting up the polaroid camera, she takes several photos of herself in various provocative poses - ones she knows will make his blood run hot - jutting out her hip, pushing out her chest, arching her back, accentuating her curves and all of his favourite places to touch her.

Once she is satisfied that she has an adequately arousing selection, she settles down to write.

Abe,

Enclosed are pictures of that “pretty little pink thing” you love so much. I hope it satisfies your longing, though it does little to sate mine. I ache for the feel of your big, strong hands against my body, and I’m saddened that when this comes off once more it won’t be you that’s removing it.

Remember the last time I wore this? I do. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of you on top of me, the feel of your lips against my skin, the wonderful ache between my legs as you moved against me.

I’d give anything for just one more night with you. I fear you have ruined me for all other men.

Yours forever.

The envelope she drops into the postbox the next day is thicker and heavier than usual, and she grins excitedly, imagining the smile on Abraham’s face when he eventually opens it.

For the next week, her gaze is fixed on the letterbox each morning, waiting for his reply to drop through, but nothing arrives and the disappointment she feels mounts by the day, sadness and embarrassment causing a heated feeling in her cheeks and a heaviness in her chest.

She has all but given up on the idea of him ever replying, thinking she has made a fool of herself, or worse still, that her letter has gotten lost, when one evening there’s a knock at her front door.

Strong arms wrap around her, and once more her breath is stolen away, as Abraham’s mouth descends upon hers, backing her up into the living room as he kicks the door closed behind him.

He cups her cheek, keeping her close to him when they eventually part for air, his chest heaving. “Couldn’t find the right words for what those photos made me wanna do to ya, so thought it best I just show you.”

She squeals as he throws her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the bedroom and depositing her onto the bed as though she weighs nothing. Propping herself up on her palms she looks at him in wide eyed excitement as he looms over, his darkened gaze roving over her form before moving to follow her.

He bumps her nose with his as he plants a hand either side of her head. She can feel how hard he is already through his trousers, as he presses himself against her, and it makes her core throb with want.

“First,” he whispers, “I want you naked, no flimsy underwear compares to the feel of you bare against me.”

She gasps, as he all but tears the clothes from her body, the barely audible pop of buttons and seams lost to the desperate need she feels for him as she pulls at his shirt and trousers in turn. Sighing in pleasure at the sensation of his skin against hers once more, she feels a sense of relief. Having him like this is like returning home after a prolonged absence.

He kisses her, and she whines when he pulls away, the gesture all too brief, though she is quick to giggle as his lips trail a path from her neck, all the way down her body until he’s positioned between her legs.

“Then,” he continues, eyes flitting up to meet hers. “I’m gonna taste you, see if you’re sweet as I remember.”

Her head falls back with a moan as he licks a line with the flat of his tongue from her opening to her pearl. The rumble of appreciation that growls within his throat vibrates through her, and she buries her hands in his hair, certain she is ruining the carefully waxed and styled coif, though he is making her feel too good for her to care.

His hands grip her thighs as alternates between lapping at her with quick precise movements, and fucking her with his tongue. As she feels herself on the crest of her pleasure, he pulls away, and she cries out in frustration.

He grins as he moves back up her body, his chin slick and shining with her arousal.

“Now, I wanna feel you squeeze around my cock until you peak,” he murmurs, lining the head of himself up with her and pushing slowly forward.

Her mind goes blank as he presses inwards, only able to focus on the stretch of him inside of her, causing her to arch against him.

“I want every thought to be gone from your mind, every thought but how good it feels when I fuck you,” he continues, keeping his thrusts slow and steady, “So that that’s what you’re thinking of when I leave again and ask you to come with me.” As she feels the pressure begin to build in her lower belly again, she knows there is no way she can say no to him. Letters just won’t be enough anymore after this, she needs all of him.

[fan-goddess]

Chapter Four: A new kind of promise

Catch up on the fic here!

Authors Note: After weeks of heavy research into Romani weddings traditions, I decided to use a mix of traditional events and my own versions. The questions I’ve been trying to find answers for have come up with little to nothing, so I’m mixing it all up into my own thing. I am sorry if that’s offended people, but I genuinely can’t do much about it. I have tried asking for help, but nothing came through. I’ve used mainly Christian traditions, but am making it my own with as much limited information that I found online weaved in.

Chapter Summary: The wedding day is coming up quickly, and your little conversation with your hopefully soon to be husband has made you think of things more clearly than you before

Taglist: @valeskafics, @omgbrcat @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity @anjelicawrites @lexwolfhale @helaenaluvr @scarletbedlam @tssf-imagines @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @arcielee @targaryenbarbie @ilikechocolatemilkh @tumblin-theworldaway

Warnings: Talks of arranged marriage, literal marriage, most likely incorrect portrayal of a Romani wedding, she/her pronouns mentioned, (if I miss any let me know!)

The wedding is in two days, and the memory of Abrahams body against yours is still unrelenting and clear in your mind as ever. Sticking with you with the same ferocity as a stick of Ivy that’s grown on the side of a house.

Though it were his words that clung to you most adamantly. ‘Because while she may not even be here yet, I already somehow finding myself caring for her. Just as much as I find myself already loving you.’

“What’s got you in such a state my darling?” Your mother says, making you suddenly jump in pure fright as in your thoughts you’d forgotten she was even there in the first place.

You sigh. “Nothing mum. I was just… just thinking of the wedding.”

You’d hate to say anything to inflate her ego, but your mum has been nothing short of a saint, even with her small snide comments every so often. As while you’ve been so caught up on Abraham, she’s been caught up in the making of your wedding. Making sure everything is being set up rightly for the day, and making sure your dress will be made in good time. It seems her bossiness and her attitude is good for something other than nagging you.

She scoffs in disbelief at your answer, but to your relief she seems to let the comment slide. Focusing on making herself a cup of tea, reminding you of your own that whilst you were caught up in your thoughts, turned cold in your hands. Still, you sip at it diligently anyway. Attempting to use it as a very useless distraction that of course does little to help.

The stables are now a place you can’t go to anymore. Too fearful to be put face to face with your soon-to-be husband to go anywhere near that now haunted place. From what you’ve heard from the recent girl talk you’ve been listening too with pricked up ears whenever Abrahams been mentioned, he hasn’t been going there too much recently anyway. Choosing to go either there or mainly out in the woods. He still drops off the wood and the animal carcasses, only with the recent development of the two of yours’ relationship, he only places them at the step of the door, before knocking and leaving soon as he comes. As if he was never there in the first place.

You don’t blame him for acting like this. Especially with how you acted to him after he practically told you he loved you.

You hate yourself for it. As when he uttered those words, you froze. You mumbled incoherent words even to yourself, and ran away like an absolute fucking coward. You left him standing there in that stable, leaning against the wall after he said those personal things to you, and you feel absolutely awful for it.

Your parents had asked what had you in such a rush when you all but sprinted through the door, but you couldn’t dare tell them the reason. Instead, you yelled you needed the loo, and hid in the toilets for a few minutes and cried into your hands like an idiot.

The days that went by after that had all been eerily and dreadfully similar. His words had revealed something within you that made you so fearful of it all that you now cannot do anything but hate yourself, and pray to whatever man or thing that was in the sky that Abraham would still love you, even after what you had done.

To your surprise though, praying to whoever you could seemingly worked, as each night that passed resulted in another day until your wedding. When you’d become his wife and he’d become your husband. It would have been so exhilarating if the days before hadn’t been so awful and hateful.

The anxiety has been killing you, but putting that aside, the dress itself was absolutely beautiful.

It was white, a colour insisted by your mother even though there was a very high chance it’d be dyed a mixture of green and brown by the end of night, and reached around your mid calf. There was even delicate lace hand sewn by your mother. An act you could not dare to deny brought small tears to your eyes that were quickly dried away claiming hay fever, in fear it would somehow spoil the minimal makeup that had been insisted by the other ladies who’d helped you get ready.

Yet as you found yourself walking down the laid out path towards where your fiancé stands, you cannot deny that for once, you felt truly beautiful. That it felt thrilling almost to feel actually wanted and desired by a man who you would soon share your bed with.

Abraham doesn’t turn to look at you until you’re a few steps away. Yet when he does, your heart does somersaults as you see his mouth open slightly, and his eyes quickly move to look over you fully. His eyes widening slightly as he takes you all in, though you feel the need to almost snicker when you see they linger at times specially around your cleavage. An act he stops doing so quickly you could easily blink and miss it.

His reaction calms you though. As it shows he still cares for you in his own way. It shows that he still wants to be wish you. In his own way…

When you get to him, he nods his head in his own way of a greeting, and you nervously nod your own. Your lips already sore and swollen from how much you’ve been biting them in your anxiety the last couple days. Yet when Abrahams eyes trail to look at your lips, a whole new type of ache travels through you.

“May all who are here today sit now!” Pal shouts, his voice loud and asserting as everyone quickly moves to follow his orders. You and Abraham as well moving to face him as he looks at the both of you with a kind smile you cannot help but reciprocate.

“Abraham Lee, is here today to marry this fine woman from our own clan. Her parents are here today to witness the change of her transitioning from their daughter, to Abrahams wife. I understand that Abraham, instead of using typical money, has gifted one of his prized horse to the brides parents as payment. Does the brides parents feel this is a good payment for their daughter?”

You can’t turn back at the moment to look, but you can hear your father’s grunt as he lifts himself onto his feet, and how your mother fusses at him for him to be careful.

“Yes, me and my wife believe the horse that Abraham has provided our family with was a sufficient price to pay for our daughter. We are grateful to welcome him into our home, and are grateful he has taken such a shine to our only child.” Your father chokes, almost sounding on the verge of tears at the end of his words, before another round of grunts begins, signifying he’s finished and has sat back down on his chair again with a sigh.

Pal nods his head in a silent thanks to your parents, and turns to your right to look at Abraham eye to eye.

“Okay then. Now, Abraham Lee. Do you promise to take this romni under your protection? Do you vow to look after her, and be a good husband for her? To allow herself to be shielded by you forever, until the day you die?”

He doesn’t answer straight away, you yourself only hearing him let out a single deep breath, and you quite honestly feel yourself almost die on the spot fearing the worst has happened. That he has realised his mistake and that he’d put the wedding off there and then, shaming you for your actions.

Only whilst you’re worrying, he grunts and begins speaking, and you have to slowly let out the breath you were holding previously in thanks. “Yes, I vow to do all that and more for her.”

Then Pal turns to you, and suddenly you find yourself unable to breath once more. Who knew the whole ordeal would be so friggin stressful?

“Do you, a daughter of this clan and of the Roma, take Abraham Lee as your husband? Do you understand you will be under his protection, living in his home with him and being with him until his or your last breath? Do you vow to be a good wife to him, looking after him and caring for him back to full health whenever needed? Do you vow to guide him, when it is needed too? Do you vow to do all that and more for him, in exchange for his protection?”

Your breath is shaky as you hold it, and whilst it would be improper to do so, you want so badly to hold Abrahams hand firmly in your own and use his strength for some stability. Still, it is improper, and Abraham still has every right to shove you to the dirt and shame you.

“Yes, clan leader, I vow to do all that and more for him, as he is my husband now and forever more.” The extra words aren’t necessary, but it feels nice to do and makes you feel sort of giddy to see the small smile on Abrahams face in the corner of your eye. His body shifting from side to side as the next part of the ceremony begins.

“May the husband and wife hold each others hands.”

The two of you turn to each other, and you’re pleasantly surprised to see Abraham’s cheeks are an unfamiliar shade of pink. He almost appears bashful, but that would no doubt be an unfamiliar feeling of his.

Still, his hands move to clasp your own, and your thumb begins to rub small shapes on the back of his veiny hand. His own hands though clench slightly round yours, possibly as a warning. It probably wouldn’t be a good look for him or you if he was to begin glaring at you already, not even ten minutes into the ceremony.

“Do the two do you vow to look after each other, stay true to each other, and be good to each other for the rest of yours and theirs’ lives?”

This time, there is no real hesitation from either of you, as both you and Abraham almost manage to say ‘I will’, at the same time as each other.

Though after that, Pal smiles at the two of you, and motions for the bread to be brought out. Which when it gets handed to the two of them, it’s odd, as it’s almost like the both of you don’t want to release each others hands just yet, content in providing the other with a comforting warmth. Still, the both of you split hands anyways, and move to hold your own hands and kneel before Pal who continues to stand, to allow the rest of the ceremony to continue to take place.

“I bless the both of you with this bread, in the hopes it will symbolise the fruitful future the two of you will bring to each other.” You can feel the bread being placed on your knees, and for a slight second, your body recognises that familiar feeling of warmth and comfort as you feel Abraham’s hand on your leg for a quick moment grabbing one of the two chunks of bread. Pal hands him the salt, and he adds an almost amusing amount onto it, you yourself doing the exact same, only with much less.

Abraham brings the bread to your lips, and with a surprising amount of grace you manage to take the break into your mouth, eyes widening as the sudden taste of salt hits you. Your hand moving to cover your mouth as it takes a few seconds for you to be able to swallow. But after that small moment, which you could see brought a smile to Abraham’s face, you place your own piece of bread by his lips, and with much less care for his manners he fully leans forward and places his lips over your fingers, leaving spit to cover your fingertips as you let go of the bread and it falls directly on his waiting tongue.

Pal gives the two of you a minute to swallow, but neither you nor Abraham needs it. And instead, the two of you take the time to admire each other in your respective wedding outfits. Your own eyes focused on the way his body somehow manages to look so good in the clean yet somehow still Abraham looking suit, while his almost can’t seem to focus on one thing. His eyes constantly roaming your body as if he can’t get enough of you.

“Now that that’s been done, the bride and groom, if you can continue to face each other please! It’s time for the last bit of the vows part before we can move onto dancing, which I can say for all is what we’re definitely looking forward too! Or in my case, the booze!”

A small wave of laughter is heard from the guests, and even a small giggle from yourself is heard. A doing which brings a small, barely noticeable smile from the man in front of you.

“Finally, the newly vowed couple of the rom and romni needs to do one final thing. Abraham, my friend, it’s time for you to kiss your new bride!”

Your breath feels like it’s swept away from you as Abraham steps closer to you and takes your head in his hands, before pulling you closer. Your eyes close in delight and you feel yourself so close to letting out some sort of noise of pure happiness when his lips firmly press against your own.

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat from your chest as your hands grasp around Abrahams vest and somehow try to pull him closer to you. You can feel his body heat overwhelming you, and you almost let out something akin to a sad sound when he eventually pulls away from you. Yet that quickly gets forgotten when you see Abrahams red swollen lips up close. And when you find yourself able to tear your eyes away to look properly at him, you can see his own eyes and doing just the same. Unable to look away from your lips.

The both of you are so smitten that you almost don’t hear Pal announcing how it’s time for the celebration dance. Only broken from the trance when Pal places a hand gently against the both of yours’ shoulders and murmurs the instructions to the both of you, choosing to ignore the knowing smirk on his lips as the both of you are lead to where the rest of the nights festivities are being held.

It’s beautiful, for there are various lights that are hung up all around that brighten up the space wonderfully, and many other things that are dotted around that bring a deep sense of fondness deep in your heart. Soon though, music floods the air as you giggle amusingly at the sight of your mother and father dancing wildly as if there was no one else there. As if his injury was never there in the first place.

You look at Abraham, but to your delight you find he is already looking at you with a content smile on his face. It’s strange, to see the once hard working and duty driven man that is Abraham look so soft in your presence. But you must say, it certainly begins to grow on you almost annoyingly quickly.

“Do you, do you want to dance?” You stutter, scared he’d say no to your question. Only to your surprise, he doesn’t. Abraham murmurs his own version of an agreement, and takes your hand in his own, bringing a deep flush to your surprised face.

To your delight, he brings you to the very centre of the makeshift dancing area, and he holds you close to him as he begins to move you in time with his body. His hands clasped firmly against your waist and your hand, his face tucked next to yours.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier, but you look gorgeous…” Abraham murmurs, his breath tickling your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Made me forget about everything except the fact that you’re mine now. That you belong to me, and the fact that now…” He takes such a deep breath as he pauses that he almost causes the hair tucked behind your ear to fall loose. “That now I’m yours too.”

You can’t help yourself from grinning at his confession, nor can you dare think to stop yourself from kissing his cheek lightly. Showing your own silent appreciation for his words.

The two of you dance for a while. Content in each other arms. Dancing till you’re forced to confess how much your feet are aching in your shoes. Yet even when the two of you sit down, Abraham still keeps his firm hold on you, refusing to let go of your hand from his. The only time he actually let go being when he insisted on getting you some food to eat after the long day, glaring and seemingly harsh when he practically forbade you from standing and getting it for yourself. But as little as you really know your husband, you know he means the best in his words and his actions. As he had said earlier, he protects fiercely what he loves.

You’re so wrapped up in thoughts with a smile that you can’t help but flinch slightly when you feel a hand place itself on your shoulder, yet a brighter smile when you see you father looking down on you with his own tearful smile.

“The two of you looked happy together when you were dancing. I don’t think the poor boy wanted to let go of you!” He grins, sitting down next to you in an empty chair.

“I didn’t either!” You giggle, smiling so fondly you swear you can feel your cheeks begin to hurt.

“I’m glad. I’m so happy for you darling that you’re happy. You know, I just remembered the talking too I gave that boy before this...”

“Oh dad you didn’t!” You gasp with your hands over your mouth, a horrified look on your face as you think of all the worst things as possible that couldn’t happened between them.

“Oh you bet I did! I refused to allow this man one moment of thought that he could get away with hurting my little girl! I told him clearly and firmly, that if he hurt you in any way shape or form, that he’d have me and all the lads making sure he paid for it dearly!”

“Dad!” You groan, embarrassed and horrified as you laid you head in your hands, your cheeks no doubt a bright red right now from the shame.

“It’s true! I may have weak bones, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give him one for sure!” Your father insists, much to your utter horror. It gets even worse when another voice joins in the conversation…

“I agree sir!” Abraham speaks, two plates in his hands as he places one in front of you and one in front of himself as he sits in another empty chair to your left. When you look down to see what he’s gotten you, you’re quite delighted to see a lot of your favourite foods there waiting for you to eat them.

“Thank you.” You say to him, genuinely surprised and grateful for what he’s done for you just now.

“Don’t be,” He grunts, tucking into a sausage roll on his place. “I got your mother to help me. Didn’t want to get you anything you hated or were allergic too or something…”

You don’t respond, choosing what’s best to respond with is a small hum of agreement and nod, before placing your hand on his which lays on the table. You have to try and not let out an audible noise when Abraham seems to instinctively clench his fingers around yours and firmly hold you. Ever the possessive man it seems your husband will be.

Your father looks at the both of you fondly, and he gives you a small smile and a nod of his own before he leaves to most likely go to talk to your mother or some other person.

“Did you enjoy it. Today, I mean.” Abraham grunts again, pausing his movements to look at you so intently you feel your whole body flush.

“Yeah, I really did. Think it’s the best day of my life.” You smile, genuinely feeling almost euphoric seeing his bashful face that he tries to hide with his now free hand. Though to save his embarrassment you move to eat your own food with a smile, staring at the dance floor where Pal has somehow convinced your mother to dance with him, much to your amusement as you begin to giggle at the sight.

Soon though, the night comes to an end as the parents take the little kids home, and the adults who have no children have other adults take them home after getting absolutely shit faced drunk, much to Abrahams amusement who huffs a laugh at them.

Your parents come to the both of you and wish you well, as your belonging have apparently already been moved into Abrahams caravan so you could stay there tonight. And due to them knowing of Abrahams family situation, they wish him the best of luck too. Even giving him a hug which you swear leaves him looking brighter than earlier.

The two of you are the last people to leave the party, but a couple other members of the clan offer to help bring the presents people have given the both of you, which Abraham and you accept gratefully when you see the sheer size of a few of them. Though when you see some familiar wrapping you remember seeing in your mother’s wrapping box you can’t help but laugh slightly in reminiscence of it all.

Abraham and yourself make it to his caravan relatively quickly whilst being followed by those who’d offered to help. They came in and left rather quickly, putting the gifts on a countertop before leaving, saying their own little congratulations while they do. Leaving you and Abraham alone in the room to look at each other.

A strange sort of silence overwhelms you, and it’s with a small gasp you suddenly feel Abrahams hand on your cheek caressing your skin carefully and softly.

“I think, if it’s alright with you little, we continue what you left me with at the stables…”

[celtic-crossbow]

Maggie: I put the pun in punishment.

Abraham: I put the top in unstoppable.

Glenn: I put the cute in execute.

Rosita: I put the ass in class.

Y/N: Daryl put the D in me.

Daryl, swiftly walking away: I put the go in gone.

[acelucky]

Tension Release

I've been working on this for a couple of weeks now, am I entirely happy with it? No. But am I happy enough to post it before it starts to drive me a little crazy, yes.

I absolutely love Abraham's character, he along with Eugene and Rosita have been three of my favourites throughout (and I'm still not over his death or the final episode)... So I wanted to write some smut, as you do.

Summary/Backstory: The reader (fem - afab) is sort of in a relationship with Daryl, but it's been a very slow burn over years. They live together but sleep in separate beds, are the best of friends and will hug a lot but aside from that they've kissed a few times, never slept together and keep it that way. The reasoning is Daryl and the reader not wanting to let their guard down combined with worrying what will happen if they do and both feeling like they don't deserve happiness/to have that and worrying how sleeping together would affect their relationship after all these years. But, the reader gets to a point where she's ready, she's been ready for a long time and Daryl isn't, she is understanding but after several horrific events that affect the group, she needs to release tension, she needs to be close to someone to help her heal and Daryl isn't going to be able to provide this. In the meantime she opens up to Abraham about this a few months earlier and they have this sort of on-going joke/understanding that the day may come when she comes to him for nothing more than sex. It's implied that Daryl also is aware of this arrangement and 'ok' with it - I started to write a 'the following day' with Daryl part but it made me too sad, so maybe in the future.

TLDR - Reader needs to get rid of some sexual tension, Daryl isn't the man to help with this and so they go to their close friend Abraham for some help getting off.

Warnings: Smut - P in V sex - Eating out - Slightly rough sex/rough kissing. MINORS DNI!! 18+ only Word Count: 3,500 Relationship: Abraham Ford x Fem! afab reader

It was late, you weren’t sure he would answer the door but when you saw a light from inside and heard Abraham swearing something about who knocks on this late you felt relieved. Getting caught in nothing but a silk dressing gown by anyone else was not something you’d enjoy.

When he opened the door, he looked ready to shout but when he saw you his face softened. What followed was the realisation of what you were wearing, he stepped back allowing you inside.

Once the front door was closed you undid the silk tie around your dressing gown letting it fall open and looked up as Abraham turned back around exposing your lingerie to him.

You didn’t need to explain yourself to him, you’d spoken about this several times in the past, there was an unwritten agreement that should the time come…you would come to him and now here you were.

His eyes widened as he stepped towards you, his hands already moving to open your dressing gown further before you stopped him. He had to confirm he understood before you would act, “You know I’d be using you right?”

“Oh I know.” Abraham responded, gruff and exactly how you needed him to be. He leant in a little closer and whispered into your ear, lips so close you felt the fine hairs move sending a shiver down your back. “I’ll be using you in return.”

“It’s how I want it.”

He nodded and looked over his shoulders at the stairs, “Up.”

There was something else playing on your mind something you had to say first, “Abraham, you know there’s a strong chance at the end,” you paused for a moment trying to think of how to continue. It was silly, you and Abraham were friends you needn’t have feared his reaction but still it wasn’t easy to say. “I just think when we’re done, I might cry.”

Crying after sex. What an attractive proposition.

Abraham’s expression softened, his eyes full of lust melted and relaxed. He let out a small sigh and placed a hand on your shoulder, “And if you do, I’ll hold you.”

“But we’d still just be friends with benefits,” you clarified.

“Of course darlin', who said that friends couldn’t also comfort one another?”

You smiled. Now reassured you stopped worrying about all the things that could go wrong along with the emotions that were likely to follow.

“Okay.”

You led the way up to Abraham’s bedroom, careful to tread lightly so you didn’t wake Eugene. There was no doubt he wouldn’t be able to sleep through the two of you fucking, it’s like he had a trained ear, but if you made it to Abraham’s room at least he wouldn’t know it was you.

Once the door was closed with his foot, Abraham didn’t spare a moment, pushing the robe from your shoulders and picking you up in his strong arms. Your legs wrapped round his waist as he spun you round and pushed you against the wall, pinning you against his chest. A beat passed where you stared into one another’s eyes until you could stand it no more and sent your lips crashing into his. Abraham was evidently as hungry as you had been, kissing you back with such force you found it hard to breathe. Your fingers linked together behind his neck, gaining a little purchase so you could hold your own against him.

As he stole air from you and lapped at your wounds you felt yourself grow light-headed but perfectly unafraid and safe in his arms.

When he paused you took the opportunity to kiss his neck. They weren’t the kind of kisses you gave to just anyone, they were reserved for the true lovers and moments of hopeful desperation. Abraham didn’t stop you as you trailed down his neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh when you reached his shoulders you squeezed his muscle and continued to kiss him, your lips sucking on his muscle, teeth gently digging in.

The moan Abraham gave when your teeth made contact with his flesh had your knees buckling and grateful, he was holding you. Was there any doubt that he’d be the one in charge in this situation?

One of his hands reached to unclasp your bra, which he managed with surprising ease. You took your hands away from his neck, one staying on his shoulder to hold yourself steady, the other slid the bra straps down your arms to it could fall to the floor. The moment your chest was bare Abraham pressed his nose hard against your sternum and inhaled your scent, moving then to kiss the soft flesh of your breasts.

He turned you around again and walked you slowly back to the bed, laying you down underneath him. All you could see was him and, in that moment, he was all that mattered.

Something about the silence felt wrong, felt uneasy and gave you pause to think about what you were doing, so you had to fill the silence. “It’s awful isn’t it, the end of the world and all. I just realised I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“You ain’t gotta explain to me.” Abraham replied as he knelt onto the bed, his weight sinking down into the mattress as he edged closer to you. Straddling you he took off his shirt and vest, revealing his broad, muscular chest and curly ginger hairs. Your eyes dove lower where you could see the start of a garden path leading lower, he cocked his head and grinned on catching where you were looking, unbuckling his belt, removing it and undoing the top button of his jeans to give himself a small release.

The look of adoration is what you lived for and what you longed for from Daryl, but you knew it could take years to get to that point so for now this little piece of heaven would have to do.

Abraham’s large hands explored your body little by little, taking his time with every new piece of flesh to stroke, scratch, squeeze, lick, bite…In return you reached out to gain whatever contact your fingers could make, you wanted his shoulders and to feel them in the palms of your hands spilling outwards. Abraham was safety.

Abraham rest his knees either side of your thighs and gazed down admiring you, your face, your form.

He smiled at you, that goofy smile that meant he could get away with so much. His weight pinning you down was a comfort, a safety blanket that meant just for a moment there was nothing else you could do, nothing else to focus on, you were protected and, in this space, together.

When he kissed you again any trepidation that existed melted away, he believed you wanted this as much as he does and it’s safe, there’s no risk of falling in love or relying on one another. You were both free to be as carnal and animalistic as required.

His kisses trailed down your body, small sucks at your inner thighs, his breath so hot against your underwear. Without warning he pressed a kiss right to your core, “Huh you’ve really soaked these good haven’t you baby girl?” He kissed you again and pulled a little material in-between his teeth, you heard him suck, “Fuck Abraham, please.”

He let go and tapped the side of your hips, his command for you to lift so he could slide your underwear off.

With his face between your legs, you held onto his red locks as if your life depended on it. Although every part of your body craved him and the sweet release he would soon bring, Abraham was in no rush. He took his time exploring you, making you feel all kinds of sensations you hadn’t in years. His moustache tickled your sensitive skin, his …breath making you quiver, the way his hands held onto your hips so firmly. Him, only him.

When he slipped a finger inside you, his name escaped your lips. You’d promised to be quiet, but damn if he wasn’t so incredibly talented and thick, no wonder Rosita missed him.

Your hips raised and bucked into his face, unable to control your own actions as the animal in you took hold. Your body moved with him, desperate to generate any further friction, chasing your own orgasm as you heard Abraham chuckle into you, clearly amused with the show you were putting on and just how much you were enjoying him, how could you not? And why hadn’t you done this sooner, Daryl, Daryl…His name nearly escaped your lips but you swallowed it along with your pride.

You knew your orgasm was close when your body started to twitch and you found yourself struggling for breath, the fingers of one hand clutched the sheets, the other gripped Abraham’s hair tighter, he responded by slipping a second finger inside you curling upwards towards your g-spot. One of his hands slid underneath you, scooping your bum up a little higher, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh.

Your heart pounded in your chest and a voice inside your head said, “Just let go, just let go…”

“Abe, I’m gonna…”

The speed at which he fucked you with his fingers increased, his tongue flicking over your clit with varying intensity to help push you over the edge. Every second was the sweetest torture as you grew closer, afraid that at any second he may pull away and deny you, but Abraham couldn’t have been that cruel, at least not for tonight.

As you came you watched Abraham at work, not wanting to miss a moment of what he was doing to you, seeing his determination and just how tightly he held onto you only increased the intensity of your orgasm. All your efforts to try and stay quiet went out the window as you let out a loud, guttural moan.

Your body shook in waves, Abraham didn’t stop, not until it became unbearable and even then you had to beg. So long, it had been so long since you’d reached climax by the hands of another and now all the tension you’d been carrying simply melted away. He licked you one last time and slowly withdrew his fingers, his grip on your butt softened and slowly he slid his hand from under you. You propped yourself up with his hands behind your head for a moment and watched as he licked each finger clean, “Why would I let this sweetness to go to waste darlin’?” as he spoke you felt another knot in your stomach, almost as if he could feel your body and thoughts he placed a hand on your stomach resting it there a moment.

When he’d finished licking your juices from his fingers, he got off the bed to remove his jeans, you remained entranced watching him as he did so. Once down to his boxers he knelt back where he was before.

He took his time as you recovered from your high, kissing the inside of your thighs and massaging your muscles with the pads of his thumbs, tender, tender…You were sure you heard him whisper, “Tender, tender, there, there…” repeating it several times – some mantra to make both of you feel better. It said, this is okay, you’re okay, I’m okay, we’re okay. You came for me and bared your soul though your heart belong to another, “Tender Tender,” he repeated.

You blinked fighting back the tears, here it came, the inevitable only it was now you realised just how much you’d come to care for Abraham also. He rest his cheek against your leg, just breathing you in as your heart rate fell slowly. You knew it wouldn’t be like this for long, you were only just getting started but Abraham’s actions offered you a small moment of intimacy that had been lacking in your life for years. If only…if only this was with Daryl and not Abraham.

You cursed yourself silently, feeling guilty for both parties even though they both knew the truth. There was no room for lies in the new world you found yourselves in.

Abraham raised his head and slowly kissed up your hip bone, your stomach, in between your breasts. His tongue trailed across to one of your nipples making you shiver at the sensation. Then his lips were on yours, passionate kisses were not something you’d expected to experience with him. Wasn’t that kind of the deal, nothing too romantic they’d said and yet here they were. With every kiss he gave you found yourself chasing another, trailing along his lips, tasting the cigars on him like they were home.

You hadn’t realised just how much you’d needed this until now, just how much you’d need to feel close to another, to have them inside of you and to completely surrender.

With Abraham’s weight on top of you it was almost hard to breathe, at least you could feel the pressure in your chest, the way he pinned you so tightly to the mattress. Mostly he was propped up on his elbows, but those few moments where he let himself go were when you moaned the loudest, when your fingers curled to scratch down his back and he wasn’t even inside you yet. That was bliss.

His kisses and massaging of your flesh with rough and calloused fingers were unrelenting, Abraham careful to ensure you were stimulated throughout.

The thin material of his boxers was the only thing separating your flesh from his hard member, the glances you had seen when looking down had you gasping in anticipation – he was big, really big. You licked your lips hungrily as Abraham knelt up above you and you watched as his thumbs went under the hem of his boxers.

He looked up catching you gazing so brazenly at him, you wanted to say you were unashamed, but the red of your cheeks suggested a different story. Abraham smirked, “Like what you see doll?” He asked.

“So far,” you replied, a little too nonchalantly, it was cocky and you knew you’d pay for it in time.

“Well, let’s see how you like this,” his chest was puffed out as he spoke, Abraham was a man who took pride in his appearance and pride in his ability – there was no doubt he exaggerated. He pulled down his boxer shorts so they were just above his knees, his cock springing free as he let out a slight moan that came with the feeling of release.

You stared, mouth open a little as you watched it fall heavy, head red and swollen, cock twitching, cum leaking. There was only one word, “Fuck.” You spoke hoarsely, your mouth going dry in that instance.

“Yeah, that’s about the sum of it Babydoll.” Abraham moved off you and stood up for a moment so he could remove his boxers entirely. You sat up, clutching the sheets to your chest, when he looked down at you he looked at the sheets and your hand clutching them, “Hey, what you covering up for? After all I’ve seen,” he whispered as he placed a hand on yours. His tone was kind though, concerned perhaps that this was what you wanted.

“Hey,” Abraham speaks softly. You look up at him, his other hand catching your jaw – his thumb gently traces across your chin, “You still want this?”

You nod, “Yes, yes I know I need you,” he took your lips in his own in response to your confirmation, your confession, your desire, and then pushed you back onto the bed, the sheets dropping from your fists, Abraham straddling you.

You heard him tear open a condom, looking down as you watched him place it on his cock letting out a slow moan as he rolled the plastic down.

Then it was back to business, he placed himself at your entrance and gently rubbed himself up and down you, making you quiver when his head brushed your clit. Teasing gently he let out small moans, ensuring you were thoroughly prepared and wet before he slid into you.

“How’d you want it, want me to put it in slow or fast?” He asked.

Your stomach felt like it dropped from under you, “Slow…just at first,” you clarified.

He nodded and then you felt him pushing to gain access, in response you let yourself relax, fully and completely. Then…oh then you felt Abraham move little by little as he pushed himself into you, your walls contracting and squeezing around his length, the air that you’d been holding in your lungs slowly came up as you wanted to sing. A long almost inaudible moan left your lips as he bottomed out. Fully sheathed inside you he pressed his forehead against yours, “This okay?”

You nodded, your face flushed, “Ah yeah it’s good.”

Abraham rolled his hips, you closed your eyes as he sped up, your teeth biting into your lower lip. Abraham kissed you there a moment later, unable to take seeing you in such pleasure without tasting you again.

“Faster,” you begged as you clenched yourself around him, the small groan Abraham gave every time you squeezed spurred you on, clenching tighter and raising your hips to meet his with every thrust.

“Good girl,” he mumbled in between sharp in takes of breath.

Oh to be praised! The smile was one you were unable to conceal, even if you’d tried he knew exactly how good this felt for you.

“Don’t think I’m gonna last long darlin’,” he confessed.

“S’ok,” was all you could manage.

He picked up the pace again, fully removing himself from you before fully sheathing his member deep within you a split second later. The sound of flesh on flesh, his balls hitting against your butt was the most erotic thing you’d heard in years.

As he got closer, he removed one of his hands from your side, placing it in between your legs, “I want you to come with me,” he ordered as he pressed his thumb against your clit causing you to mewl.

You never could have imagined how gentle his fingers would be, brushing and tickling, moving in small, graceful circles as he helped you get closer.

“Abraham, you feel so good – you are everything.”

Everything, was that the right word? Your brain didn’t have time to process this however as a moment later you felt Abraham tense.

Despite the intensity of his orgasm he didn’t stop pleasuring you and as the first wave of his orgasm hit and you felt his cock spasm, he rest his forehead on yours and you too felt your second climax hit, this time you cried out Abraham’s name, no shame left in you.

Abraham moved slowly in and out of you several times, hissing as he did at the sensation as he milked himself inside your clenching walls. Panting, sweating, he collapsed on top of you, muttering praised and kissing your cheeks, your lips and only after his heart rate had started to settle did he unsheathe himself and silence filled the room.  

Afterwards the tears came as you knew they would, and Abraham he was true to his word. He scooped you up into his arms, still naked before you went to the bathroom to clean up there was nothing you could do to stop the emotion spilling over.

Laying naked in his arms, your cheek pressed to his broad and hairy chest you at least felt safe and loved. Isn’t that all anyone really wants anyway?

Abraham stroked your hair; he didn’t speak but his small gestures showed he cared.

When he got up you returned with tissue from the bathroom and helped you to clean up, despite the flush of red on your cheeks, “What you got to be embarrassed about huh?”

You shrugged, pursing your lips you thought, “I don’t, I guess”.

“Exactly darlin’,” Abraham replied as he got up and sat next to you. His thumb traced your lips, his other hand brushed hair from your of your face and pulled you in for a tender kiss.

It was hard to end it, hard to pull away from him, “No feelings we said.” Was all you could say.

But you stayed the night anyway, cradled safely in Abraham’s arms, though the two of you didn’t speak again that evening and were asleep fast enough you were grateful he let you stay. Tomorrow you’d have to work out your true feelings about this situation, between Daryl and Abraham, what the hell were you going to do?

Abraham sorted to snore, but it wasn’t annoying, rather there was comfort in it and you cuddled tighter by his side, resting your head on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. Fuck, what were you going to do? Was Daryl okay, in bed alone… What would come next… for now you welcomed sleep and the escape it brought with it.

[storywriter12]

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How would they ask you out

Rick grimes: He would just knock on your door one morning bright and early as the door opened he saw you in a towel he would blush but greet you a good morning, you smile at him asking why is he here you let him in and he would talk to you about how he felt about you, you was shocked at first but knew he did like you so he asked you out and you said yes  

“let me get dressed and we can go for breakfast “ you said and he nodding smiling 

Daryl dixon:he's not good with words so he spoke to Rick asking him how to ask you out, he walked to your house and knocked on the door you opened the door,  greeting him with a smile 

(daryl) um hi you wanna go hunting with me? 

(you) oh yeah sure for everyone else? What does everyone want fish? Deer? I asked he just started at me 

(Daryl) DINNER WITH ME!!!! I shouted….. Would you like to have dinner with me? 

(you) I smiled I would love to 

Negan:he went to Alexanderia this morning being let in who ever was on watch he walked to your house he knocked in the door and when you opened it he smiled down at you giving you a smaller than him you smiled back greeting him a good morning he said morning to you and the realised that you were half dressed he smiled even more licking his bottom lip 

(you) negan what do you want? im kinda getting dressed

(Negan) oh don't let me stop you I said licking my lips she blushed shaking her head, I was just going to ask if you wanted to have breakfast with me and spend the day together 

(you) sure I've not nothing better to do let me get dressed first you wanna come in, “I ment as a date”what? 

(negan) Do you wanna go on a date with me? 

(you) I smiled OK sure! “EVERYONE I'VE GOT A DATE!!! “ he shouted shhh negan everyones still in bed just get inside “mmm to the bedroom? “NO TO THE KITCHEN!!! 

Simon:you were around the sanctuary it was your kinda day off when you bumped into Simon who looked tired he greeted you with a faint smile you smiled back  you grabbed him by his hand and walked  him to your room he must of been tired he just went with you no questions asked you opened the door and told him to take his boots off and sit on your bed he did so, you climbed behind him massaging his shoulders he groans

(Simon) mm your hands feels nice she giggled by the way I like that dress you have on I smiled 

(you) I bit my lip. My dress was flowy and red. It did bring out my figure. It was a sunny day today, after I got all the knots out of his shoulders and back he lay down  on my bed smiling up at me “want ice cream? “he asked I smiled nodding he shot up 

(Simon) allow me I stuck my arm out for her and she laughed but took it I walked   her out into the long halls to the lady who makes the ice cream I got two scoops and gave her a bowl she took it. Taking a bite licking her lips after, 

(you) thank you Simon he smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek I blushed “do you wanna have dinner with me tomorrow night? “ my eyes shot up you mean like a…. Date? 

(Simon) I smiled and nodded yes a date wear  that dress I winked at her and she smiled, after ice cream I went to negan's room walking in “SIMON! “ GUESS WHO'S GOT A DATE!!! 

Glenn:he came back from a supply run covered in blood which wasn't his thankfully but when you saw all the blood over him your heart dropped he went to go and clean up and you bought him clean. Clothes he was stood in front of you with no top on and you just ran up to him and hugged him which didn't shock him at all he was used of  you two hugging at random moments or when one of you was sad, or hurt 

(glenn) I'm OK it's. Not my blood 

You) I pulled away I don't care I thought you were  hurt, you looked at him with sad eyes he huffs  don't go out for a while OK? Please I'll tell rick that I will go instead of you he shook his head 

(glenn) I can't let you do that you have your job this is mine anyway I don't want you to get hurt 

(you) I don't want you to get hurt, you're worth more than this… I hugged him again I can't lose you glenn you kissed his cheek 

Glenn) you won't. You'll have to keep hold of me then 

(you) always I locked eyes with him and kissed his cheek  softly he pulled with a little blush “you wanna go out with me? “I smiled and nodded 

Abraham:you two was on watch together it was late at night the stars were in the sky and the moon was bright you took a deep breath and let it out, you were glad that it seemed quite tonight as you watched the moon you hear a lighter being clicked down and a puff of smoke blowing your way you rolled your eyes looking at him,. He smiled at you 

(you) your smoke. Just ruined my thoughts  he laughed 

(Abraham) and what were they? 

(you) I was thinking about how life was before. My sister and dad used to go camping back in the summer and used to watch the stars and tell Stories I smiled to myself. You looked back at him and he smiled at you and never said anything which surprised you. He was quiet tonight which wasn't like him. Usually he can't stop talking and telling jokes. OK what's up? 

(Abraham) I've been thinking alot lately, about you 

(You) you  turn to him. in a good way or bad way? I mean I know that I can be annoying. He smiled at you looking at you, what? 

(Abraham) I don't find you annoying. I like you, why don't  me. And you  get a drink one night? She looked at me shocked then smiled with a little nod 

Paul monroe “jesus “ it took him a while to ask you out. He didn't want to mess it up. One day he saw you just standing. He walked to you but by the time  he got there he couldn't say anything, he waited until the next day you were talking to some of the people from.  Hilltop he spoke, hay (your name) you turned around and smiled at him. ”Hey Jesus, how can I help? “ I don't know how to say this but I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me? …..

(you) I looked into his blue eyes I could feel myself going red, I.. Well…, I laugh. I would love to. I looked up at him and he smiled back at me with a little nod “great! “

Dwight:Ok so, how he asked you out. It was kind of a dare. It was late at night you two were playing cards and drinking you was loesing 4-2, he was winning he looked at you as you drank another shot, you know you have to do a dare right if you lose, he said 

(you) you rolled your eyes at him uhh fine! You turn the cards over and he laughed clearly you lost the game “AHHHH BUSTED!! “ uhh FINE! What's the dare? You asked he smiled 

(Dwight) OK so the dare is you have to kiss the next person who comes in this room orrr you have to go on a date with me! 

(you) before you could even say anything you hear him talk “looks like the lucky guy is here “you turn your head and the person who walked in was fat joey, you turn back to him and he smiled knowing you would never kiss him “well? “he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, where are we going? 

(Dwight) what? “our date “I smiled. Your going on a date with me? She nodded, oh well that was easy 

King ezekiel:he asked you out in a cute way it was early in the morning when you heard a knock on your door he stood there nervous as you opened the door seeing him there he smiled, ah good morning (your name) fine morning it is 

(you) you smiled at him brightly good morning Ezekiel he gave you a small nod as he pulled his hand out from his back he was holding a bunch of flowers, deep red roses you smiled “would you have dinner with me? “you smiled up at him and nodded inviting him inside as you two ate breakfast and went on a walk around the kingdom 

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), Dracula & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Seward/Abraham Van Helsing Characters: John Seward, Abraham Van Helsing Additional Tags: Christmas, Age Difference, period typical classism, updating tags and rating with new chapters, Alcohol, Drunkenness, Repression, Seward has a cold/distant father Summary:

Professor Abraham Van Helsing is expecting to be alone at Christmas; medical student John Seward is struggling to answer his father's letter inviting him home for the holiday. So the professor invites his favourite student to spend Christmas at his home.

Alone together in such a different environment, both men have to confront feelings that have been simmering under the surface for some time now...

* I will update the rating once I have a better idea of how explicit this is going to be. Current chapters are Teen and Up (maybe even General?), but it will get Mature or Explicit later. Tags will also be updated as I write.