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I can’t thank Naughty Dog enough for giving us such a developed, nuanced, lesbian MAIN character.
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Abby Anderson - Seattle Day Two - Ground Zero
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Dina is so pretty and lovely.
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vampire ellie but with the trope that vampire bites get u high and feel good…
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snow baby abby :) - photos by me
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dina in joel’s house - photo by meeee
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Pretty please ---
Summary: taking things slow isn't as easy as Abby thought it would be.
cw: pure horniness, a single mention of owen (ew, wtf, why? I apologize; I needed to prove a point), making out, hands on necks, hands in hair, whatever this is = I'm a sult for strong, submission, desperate woman and you probably are too.
wc: 567 (it's literally a baby)
it was never this way with Owen, never this hot, never this slow, never this good. Abby was losing her fucking mind, and you haven't even touched her yet.
your hands haven't went lower then her shoulders and she was moaning and squirming like she's on the edge.
maybe she was; she really hoped she wasn't...
your touch was gentle, yet so firm. every graze on her skin had her gasping and fighting the urge to buck her hips.
she was so helplessly desperate for your touch, she needed to know what it felt like, she needed to feel you.
your fingers somewhere that wasn't warped in her hair or around neck, your warm mouth somewhere that wasn't hers.
taking it slow...
Abby repeated in her mind over and over, it was a thought left on loop. you had an agreement, taking it slow. Abby didn't expect to be so eager when it was actually happening, she would have never agreed to go slow.
and it was all for her sake, how ironic. her first time with a woman and she was on the verge of begging for more. holding her words back as they climbed up her throat, threating to spill.
her hands gripped the front of your shirt, wishing it wasn't there. she couldn't think straight. she wanted you closer.
her back against the headboard, you straddling her hips, she could feel the small smrik on your lips and it was driving her crazy.
you knew, you had to know; how could you not know?
you wanted her to say it, you wanted to hear her beg. was this your plan all along? Abbys thoughts were racing a thousand miles per hour. none making much sense.
she told herself she wasn't going to give in first, she was going to tough it out and take what you gave her, but fuck... you were patient.
a part of her that was still thinking right was screaming that all she had to do was ask, that you were going slow for her, you didn't mean to tease her like this.
don't say it... don't do it...
Abby was trying not to whine and buck her hips, trying not to ask for more, trying not to beg and grip your arms and back to tightly.
she felt like she could cry, she felt like she would if you didn't touch her soon. this wasn't worth her dignity.
she mumbled it against your lips, a desperate plea for more, one word that became her entire being, all her thoughts compressed into one word.
if she wasn't in this state she would have found it funny that so much meaning could hide behind one word.
"please" it was barely a whisper, if you weren't right there you wouldn't have heard it.
she lost one more battle when you slowly pulled your mouth away from hers and a whine left her bitten lips.
her mouth chased after yours, your hand on her neck sent her back to the headboard and forced the word out of her mouth again.
she couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed anymore, not when her body felt like it was vibrating. not when she felt her heart faintly thrumming in her ears.
she wanted this; she needed more and she was going to ask for it, she was willing to beg for it like a fucking dog.
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#why do i have to listen to this first thing in the morning on the way to work like a heathen#have a good day 😋 ✌️
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vampire!ellie who sits you on her lap when she feeds, jus so she can buck up into you, high off the taste and the way your heart beat is right against her, your little gasps and mmph noises only egging her on more. she licks at the beading blood, tugs at your shirt when you whine from the stinging pain, pawing at you in a physical manifestation of her utter neediness.
vampire!ellie who pulls away with red stained lips that tug into a little sedated smile. who presses her thumb to the still leaking mark, drags it down your pretty neck and licks the salty skin free of any leftovers with a little hum as she mumbles a plethora of constant ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you’re so good to me’s’
mhmhmhmhm
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We should hustle. We’re leaving now?
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quite the tlou2 take today
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