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You can only post this once a year

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owch

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fun prompt->artist cant stop thinking about it->fanart

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Art by " @Kirammangoose" on Twitter

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it’s giving “sorry to say, you’ve grown a bit perdictable” ahh colors

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So…the lesbians of the last of us, hate the boat scene. For obvious Owen related reasons.

So I fixed that. Yes I’m on hiatus. Yes I needed to post this.

♡♥︎What’s Left of Us♥︎♡

Warnings: I fixed the boat scene, (hopefully it’s somewhat lore accurate (besides the fact you’re fucking Abby not Owen) I’m 85% sure I got it correct), fingering, a bit rough tbh

The boat rocks gently, the scent of salt and mildew clinging to the air. The only sound between you and Abby is the quiet lapping of water against the hull. It should be peaceful. But it’s not.

Because she’s pacing.

Because her fists are clenched.

Because the second you followed her into the cabin, the tension that had been hanging between you for months finally snapped.

“You keep looking at me like that,” Abby growls, running a hand over her face. She’s exhausted. But so are you. “Say it.”

You cross your arms over your chest, heart pounding. “You pushed me away.”

She scoffs, shaking her head, but you don’t stop.

“You fucking did, Abby,” you snap, stepping closer. “All you cared about was him. I stood by you, I tried—I begged you to see what this was doing to you. To us.”

“Don’t—”

“You shoved me out of your life,” you spit, voice cracking. “For Joel.”

Abby’s jaw tightens, muscles flexing beneath her sweat-slick skin. Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t say a word.

And that pisses you off more than anything.

“You got what you wanted, right?” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You hunted him down like a fucking animal. And now? Now you’re standing here acting like—”

Abby moves before you can finish, her hands grabbing your shoulders, shoving you back until your spine collides with the cabin door.

Your breath hitches, a gasp caught in your throat, and suddenly she’s there, pressing against you, her chest heaving, eyes wild.

“You think this is what I wanted?” she hisses, breath warm against your lips. “You think I chose to lose you?”

You swallow hard, nails digging into your palms. “You did, Abby,” you whisper. “You did.”

Something in her breaks.

And then she’s kissing you.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s punishment, all teeth and desperation, a way to pour out everything she can’t say with words. And the worst part?

You let her.

You kiss her back just as hard, just as hungry, because as much as you want to hate her, as much as you want to push her away, your body betrays you.

Your fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer, your nails raking down her back. Abby groans into your mouth, hands gripping your waist so tightly it’s almost painful.

“You were mine,” she mutters, breathless. “You are mine.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you shove her back toward the table, and she lets you. She wants you to.

You tear at her shirt, dragging it over her head, hands roaming over her sweat-slicked skin. She gasps when your nails scrape over her back, when you bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

Abby shoves her pants down, and you do the same, the sound of fabric hitting the floor lost in the rush of breath between you.

You spin her around, pushing her over the table. She braces herself, knuckles going white against the wood.

“Spread your legs,” you murmur.

She obeys.

You drag your fingers down her spine before reaching lower, running them through the wet heat between her thighs.

“Fuck, Abby,” you breathe, marveling at how drenched she is. “You wanted this.”

She doesn’t deny it. She can’t.

You slide two fingers inside her, slow and deep, savoring the way her muscles tighten around you. Abby shudders, her breath coming in sharp gasps as you set a steady rhythm, pumping your fingers in and out, curling them just right.

She grunts, her head dropping forward.

“You’re still mine,” you murmur against her skin, your thumb brushing her clit.

Abby’s legs shake, her breath hitching when you add a third finger, stretching her open, dragging out those broken, ragged moans she tries to swallow down.

“God,” she grits out, hips rocking back to meet your thrusts.

You fuck her harder, deeper, watching her break, watching her fall apart against the table.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” you whisper, teeth scraping her shoulder. “And when you do, I want you to remember—I’m the one who gets to have you like this.”

Abby moans, a desperate, raw sound, her body tensing as she spirals closer and closer to the edge.

“Say it,” you demand, fingers never slowing.

“Fuck,” she groans, hands gripping the table so hard her knuckles turn white. “I’m—I’m yours.”

And that’s all it takes.

Her body seizes, her thighs trembling, her breath shattering as she cums, slick coating your fingers, dripping down onto the wood below. You fuck her through it, refusing to let up until she begs, until her muscles twitch and her breath comes in stuttered gasps.

Then, finally, you let her go.

Later, you’re tangled together in the dark, your arm draped over her bare waist, your chest rising and falling in sync with hers.

Abby wakes with a sharp inhale.

She touches the mark on her neck, where the rope had burned her just days ago.

She turns her head, looking at you.

Her eyes are softer now.

But the damage is still there.

This changes nothing.

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You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it~

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Found this brightened version of the scene without the music here

Gotta say, it makes things much more... visible <3

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Undercity ate a Piltie alive

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that tat is such a nice touch..

art: @nikkotari

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here some caitvi fluff and kisses and vi’s tattooed back just because 🫶🏻 ( sorry I’ve been working on some personal projects so it’s been a while ) 🩷

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Cowboy Vi...

art by : mitrakats (IG)

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How it feels to be an abby defender in a room full of golf haters 💔

I love Joel but Abby’s crashout was reasonable

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Abby at the stadium

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Sketch OF CaitVi

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I can't believe these shots never made it in my feed and I had to find them by myself

Leaving them here for anyone who needs them (me, I need them)

I'll be looking at these for the foreseeable future