Alex

A/n: I just finished watching Arance for like the 20th time, so I thought Vi could use some attention. I'm also trying to get as much writing as I can because I won't be able to for a little while. Enjoy my loveys!

Summary: Being the daughter of one of Piltover's most powerful councilors is never easy. You're a prime target for the criminals from the Undercity, so your parents assign you a personal bodyguard: Vi. She's tough, intimidating, and especially good at her job, but you don't want a bodyguard. A bodyguard means being watched every day, all day. So, you make her job impossible. Sneaking out at night, slipping away in crowded markets, and breaking every rule Vi wants you to follow. Even though you're the main reason her hair is turning grey, you can't deny there is still an appeal to her. Those arms... and that back. You could watch that movie on repeat.

Warnings: eventally there will be stuff ;)

Word Count: 1.6k

"Come on, Mom, I don't need a stupid bodyguard. I can handle myself." You protest in the living room of your family's mansion, which has been passed down for almost five generations. You plop yourself dramatically on the couch in front of your parents, who are already sitting on the other couch.

"Yes, you do." Your mom replies, still opening and skimming through the mail from that morning.

"But-" You're interrupted by the loud opening of the mansion's grand doors. You avert your gaze towards the doorway, only to be met with the sight of a muscular woman. She's not too tall but not too short. Her pink hair is short but looks just the right amount of messy and tamed, with some black ends. Her boots fall heavily onto the hardwood floor, each step echoing in the room. Her arms look as if they want to escape from her fitted compression shirt. And honestly, you wouldn't be complaining if they did. Her tattoos are in all the right places, but they disappear underneath her clothing. You want to trace every place they lead to. She has that "undercity" look to her. So why did she take a job in Piltover?

"Perfect timing!" Your mom puts down the mail, stands from her couch, and walks over towards the woman. "This is Violet. She will be your personal bodyguard from now on." You look away from the two of them, but in the corner of your eye you can see Violet reaching out to give your mom a handshake. Your dad follows after.

"I said I don't need one." You huff, while slumping further into the couch and crossing your arms. Even though you don't want it, your mom's mind is already made, and it can't be changed.

"We will leave you guys alone to talk. Your father and I have duties to attend to." Your mom directs her gaze to your slumped posture. "Straighten your back." She retorts before whispering something in Violet's ear and leaving with your dad.

You mumble something under your breath. Something bratty and sarcastic, but there's no way you could say it to your mom's face. Vi's footsteps get close until you hear the cushion on the couch in front of you deflate. She's staring at you.

"I'm Violet." She leans back into the couch. Her legs naturally spread, and she leans into the back of the chair.

"Yeah, I know that already." You won't make eye contact with her. Partly because you didn't agree to any of this, and partly because she is so beautiful.

Your family already knows you're out, but they've never seen you with a girl. Let alone how you act with one. You normally don't start the conversations; all the guys and girls make their move first. Then once you see it's worth it, you may buy them a drink, or better yet, sneak them into your bedroom at the end of the night.

"Alright so-"

"Look, I don't need a babysitter. I've been fine alone this whole time." You straighten up and look her directly in the eyes. They're a nice pale blue. It almost makes your stomach flutter. But no. You have to focus. You don't need her help. "I know how to handle myself, and I don't need you watching everything I do."

"Is that so?" Violet asks lifting an eyebrow sounding unconvinced.

"That's correct." You nod. "So this is what we're gonna do. I do what I want, when I want to do it. And you go off and do whatever you want. But at the end of the day, you tell my parents you were with me, and that everything went perfectly." You talk with your hands, pointing when you mention her.

"Yeahh, that's not gonna work, cupcake." Violet scoffs at your idea. The nickname feels like a slap to the face. You've only known her a couple of minutes, and she's already on pet names? You've only known her a couple of minutes, and you want her on top of you.

"Yes it will!"

"It won't"

"It will! Believe me!" You protest.

"I'm not interested in these back and forth games." Violet leaves the back of the couch and leans forward onto her legs, propping her body up using her arms. "I already have your schedule for the rest of the week. Starting Monday, I'll accompany you to meetings and charity events, if you wanna go shopping with your friends."

"So you'll be my stalker. Fun!" You flash her a sarcastic smile. You start to get up until Violet breaks the silence.

"I do have a couple of rules." She points out.

"Of course you do." You throw your hands up in the air with a dramatic slap to your legs. You're looking her in the eyes. You can't figure out if she actually wants to keep you safe or is just doing this for a pretty hefty paycheck. It honestly might be both.

"First, no drinking or smoking." She pauses to wait for a sharp reaction, but all she gets is a huff.

"Second, no crowded street markets. If you need something, I'll send someone." Violet lifts her eyebrow, still maintaining eye contact with you. If you broke it now, that means you lose the imaginary game you're playing in your mind.

"And?" You're visibly annoyed at these rules, but you're already calculating every possible way to slip out of her hands. Make her job impossible.

"And third, no going into the undercity under any circumstances."

"Absolutely not!" You shoot up into your legs and start to storm out of the room. Now this gets a reaction out of you. The undercity is the only place where people don't take advantage of you. Even though it might seem like they would. People don't know what you're worth. They don't care about Piltover's counselors, let alone their daughters. They just want their freedom. They have more things to worry about when living paycheck to paycheck. Plus, that's where all the street fighting and the best food come from. There's no way she's gonna take away that fried octopus with the homemade sauce away from you.

A/n: This was a draft since last year, and then I realized I haven't posted since last year. Anyways... This year is going to be busy for me, so I'll try to write as much as I can, but I can't make promises. Enjoy my loves!

Summary: You work in Jackson's only gun repair workshop. It would mean nothing if it weren't for Ellie Williams always coming in with broken guns and knives that are weirdly easy to fix. Turns out, she’s been breaking them on purpose just to see you. But why does it feel so wrong?

Warnings: Cursing, slight internalized homophobia

Word count: 1.7k

CLINK!

A loud sound hitting the table behind where you're standing startles the shit out of you, almost making you do one of those cringy cartoon jumps. You turn around with your eyebrows knitted together and the nastiest look on your face. Since these people aren't paying for your top-tier service, it doesn't really matter how you treat them. So who cares what expression is plastered on your face?

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't expecting that to be so loud." It was Ellie. She even scared herself with the noise without even trying. Her cheeks are now a flushed pink, making her soft freckles appear clearer. She has a half-smile, trying to seem cool and collected, but really, she is dying of embarrassment inside.

"Oh, I thought you were Seth. He always comes in doing that. But since it’s just you, it’s ok." You give her a faint wink while reaching to pick up her gun and start turning it in different directions without pointing the top at either of you. "What's wrong with your gun now?"

"Right. It's just not loading properly. I tried taking it apart, but I almost shot my eye out.” She laughs slightly, as if she’s embarrassed even mentioning that part. “So I thought ‘maybe I should take it to the professional instead’" She laughs to herself while playing with the rings she’s wearing. It’s funny; she only wears them on her middle and ring finger. Is she giving you a hint?

You give a little smirk with your eyebrows raised, slightly judging her. But hey. It’s Ellie. Ellie Williams is basically immune to literally everything, but of course she would almost die by accidentally shooting herself.

"Well, thank God you did, because I don't think Jackson could survive without their number one shooter." You give her an upward nod, then look back down at the gun. Ellie laughs quietly at the comment.

"You said it wasn't loading properly?"

"Mhm."

You glare at the gun from every angle. Ellie has made carvings on the side: a moth. There's also a half-done fern, but those have been there forever. What's new is a little heart tucked away in a corner but still visible. The thought of Ellie being the lovey dovey type almost makes you laugh out loud. There’s no way.

"Soo” She interrupts your examination. “Are you going to Maria’s thing tonight?" She sounds nervous, but also like she rehearsed that simple line over and over in her mirror to make it sound just right.

You put down the gun and look up at her. "Sadly. Maria is making me go. Says, 'You need to get out more.'" You turn around, looking for a part that might be able to fix her gun.

Ellie tilts her head. "Well, maybe if I went, it'll be worth your while." She shrugs her shoulders, then puts them back in their already tense position.

"I thought you would be going with Cat, or Dina, or one of your other girlfriends." Those words come out sour. They surprise you. You wouldn’t be jealous of Ellie going with someone else, right? Maybe that’s why you never go. The thought of her being with someone else. Them touching and flirting, and going home together to spend a night. No. That’s crazy; it’s only Ellie. There are hundreds of men begging to take you out after work. So why are you feeling like this towards Ellie? A girl?

"Oh, come on. I think everyone knows that Cat and I aren't a thing anymore, and Dina and Jesse are basically married at this point." She huffs with some annoyance masked behind her words.

"I don’t know." You turn back around with your tool and pick up the gun again. You don’t want to make eye contact with her, but you can feel her eyes watching your expression intensely. She’s trying to read you.

"We can drink and smoke and even gossip if that’s what you want.” She tightly bites her bottom lip like anything she’s going to say is going to be wrong.

"I dunno." You shrug and look at her. Your eyes flash to her lips but quick meet her gaze.

Her voice deepens into a more flirtatious manner. "I can make it worth your while”

Her eyes are sensing your avoidance, but that only makes her want to find out why. The tension between you guys is growing even heavier, and the air is getting thinner, making it hard to breathe. As if you just went through a long, windy tunnel of spores with no mask, corrupting every breath. Not that Ellie would know how that would feel. You don’t want to break the eye contact, and so she doesn’t either. Is this one of her games? Why is she so fucking tempting? Fuck.

“I guess I’ll go. But just this time.” You break the silence and look back down at the gun.

While opening up the barrel, you finally find the culprit. "There's a broken bullet stuck in the barrel. That's why it's not loading properly." You tilt the gun forward to show her. "Kinda like someone stuffed it in there." You raise one eyebrow and give her a 'you're busted' look.

"Whattt. That must've been Jesse trying to pull a prank on me or something." She rolls her eyes playfully and leans down to look closer at the gun to see.

"Uh huh.” You place the gun down and look under the counter for a clipboard and pen. “It’ll take me a little bit to fix and I don’t want you bored here, so do you mind leaving it with me?” You stand back up straight with the paperwork for her to sign her gun away and slide it over to her.

“I’m fine staying.” She slides the clipboard back to you. Her eyes are not leaving yours once again.

“I think it’ll be better to come back later.” You slide it back to her. Her eyes look slightly hurt, but there’s no way you can have her here. She’s making you question everything. Girls??

She signs her name on the paper and flips the clipboard around. “You can give it back tonight when I pick you up.”

Before you could even plead your “I can bring myself” case, because she’s already out the door. So I guess now you have to go with her.

You don’t know what you’re feeling. Regret? Happiness? You have butterflies in your stomach, but your heart also feels heavy. You’ve always felt her glances at you, but today felt so different. You can’t tell if it’s a rebound to whoever she just got with, or if it's only good intentions. Does she actually like you? No right? You guys are only friends. Right? Fuck what is going to happen tonight?

You turn around and head towards the back with her gun. Your thumb caresses the tiny engraved heart near the trigger.

Pt1

a/n: School is about to start again and I've been so stressed, so I wrote this all in one night to help me stop thinking about it. It's short but stay invested bc I have something alr planned for chapter 3. Enjoy, loves!!

summary: After an accidental bump in one morning. Abby and you are trying to chase each other down in your own awkward ways. Until, your paths collide and you both start to feel something unspoken brewing between you two.

warnings: kinda smut??, reader!receiving, top!abby, bottom!reader, fingering (reader!receiving), horny!abby.

word count: 1.7k.

It's been four mornings of Abby waking up early to hit the gym, just in case she might bump into you again. Even though the hate for herself grows more with every alarm that rings in her ear. Even though she wants to rip out every strand of her hair when she's braiding it. Even though her pant leg gets stuck around her when she gets dressed, making her fall to the ground. Every. Fucking. Morning. Besides that, the thought of seeing you pushes all those struggles aside.

It's now morning five of you hoping these lazy shits don't do their work. It's also morning five of the same lazy shits doing all of their work, for some odd reason. Are they plotting against you? God forbid a girl has a fat lesbian crush.

You're walking down from your stadium room to ground level, where all the dog pens are. Once you open the door, you're greeted with the smell of fresh autumn air and dog shit. Wonderful!

"Hey Y/N!" You hear a high-pitched voice coming from a few pens in front of you. You walk over to the sound and see a girl in black skinny jeans and a cream hoodie. One of your co-workers. "Please tell me someone didn't do their job today." You cross your fingers.

"What's up, Lily?" You walk over to the pen where she's feeding one of the dogs.

"Something came up, and I have no one to cover my next shift. Do you mind helping the patrollers get ready to go out? Someone already covered yours." She walked toward the pen door and unlocked the hook keeping her inside. She's giving these pleading eyes that you can't say no to, and she knows this.

"Do you know if Abby is going out today?" You shot back without even thinking about the words coming out of your mouth.

"Um, I think so? Why?" She questions like she wants you to spill whatever you're scheming in that moment. The second you got that confirmation, you felt your body straighten and the hairs on the back of your neck perk up.

"No reason!" You quickly leave with a bright pep in your step before she could grab your arm for more questioning. You smooth down your clothes and use one of the windows to fix your messy bun into a high pony. There are so many thoughts going through your head. Too many.

Just be yourself chill.

You're looking down the list of patrollers and where they need to cover for that day that Issac gave you. There is the name you were looking for. Abby Anderson. You peer up from the paper to the line of benches start to fill as people get dressed, double check their guns, and load up the dogs. You scan down the line with hope of seeing the only person you really care about here. "Where is she?" You ask yourself.

You brush it off and start to head over to the different groups to check everything off one last time and tell them their mission. Maybe she woke up late, right? Maybe she's sick? As your mind wanders, overflowing with unanswered questions and thousands of possibilities, you hear a familiar bark and faint laughing.

You turn your head, and the questions all drain from your mind. Matter of fact, it's completely blank. Abby is crouched by her dog Alice, petting her until she rolls on her back and begs for her belly to be scratched. Her sleeves are messily rolled up to her elbows, exposing her toned forearms while tightening around her sculpted biceps. Her braid is slightly messy, like she just came back from a workout. The eye bags under her eyes are darker now, making her blue eyes more prominent. And now the butterflies in your stomach are crying to be let out.

Abby slowly gets up with a faint smile still lingering on her face while she tightens the hold on Alice's leash. She doesn't notice you at first. Mainly because she knew you don't work this shift, and second, she already got a talk from Issac about what to do and how she's the "Only one he can count on," so she normally doesn't pay attention to the speech you give every day. But once she makes eye contact with you, her eyes widen and her face goes from shades of pale white to a light blue, like she is struggling to breathe, to finally a light pink. The tingling pain in her stomach has returned, and when Alice spots you, she's dragging Abby's body on her leash with her.

"Alice looks like she's walking you instead," you point out. Abby's knuckles turn white and look like they are about to be cut off from the force. You bend down, giving Alice a final pet before she has to go.

Abby chuckles, taking herself out of the trance she's in, and breaks eye contact. "She goes wherever she wants. She makes the rules."

"Lucky girl then." You reply.

Her eyes flick to yours for a split second, searching for something to say. Her smile twitches, but gets caught between saying something bold and holding back a snarky comment. Her mouth open a third time, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

"How did you get wrapped up in doing this job? I thought Lily does it." Abby breathlessly says, like that was the hardest thing she's ever done.

"She normally does, but she came up to me this morning and asked if I could cover. So here I am." You pick a strand of hair from your ponytail and start twirling it with your middle and ring fingers.

You almost miss the way Abby is slowly nodding her head, trying to act cool. In reality, she's mentally writing and rewriting everything she was going to say next. Even though once there's a pause in your words, she's going to forget everything.

"Huh," she mutters, adjusting the grip of the leash like it suddenly needs all of her attention. "Convenient."

You raise a brow. "For who?"

Her gaze shoots to meet yours again, a little calmer this time. "I haven't decided yet."

Your fingers pause, and your breath catches. Before you could think of something clever to say back, a member of Abby's group yells out her name. She looks over your shoulder, jaw tightening, and sighs. The timing couldn't be worse.

Abby looks back at you, her eyes lingering a second too long, like she wanted to remember every feature of your face.

"I should start going. Have you given my group the details?"

"Not yet."

You walk side by side. While Abby is lifting herself into the truck, you help Alice.

"So, Issac assigned you guys the west region-..." Your voice starts to trail off into the speech, and even though Abby has already heard the directions, she pays extra attention. Not much to the speech, but more to the way your tinted lips move with every word. How those soft lips making the prettiest noises while she is pounding knuckles deep into your pussy. Desperately trying to find friction on her throbbing clit, but your pleasure comes first. She shakes her head in an attempt to steer away the thoughts.

Once you're done talking, you grab the truck door and try to make an effort to close it, only to fight Abby's strength trying to stop you. You let go immediately. Maybe she forgot something?

"What are you doing later tonight?" She bluntly asks.

"Um, just lock up the dogs? Why?" You scratch the back of your neck.

"When you're done, meet me at the food court. We can get dinner."

Your heart is beat is running a race in your body right now. "Yeah, sure." You answer a little too excitedly.

Abby shuts the door with a loud bang, making you jump. "Perfect." She replies, while another person gives the truck driver the signal to start moving toward the gate.

As you're walking away, you spot a person next to Abby nudge her in the shoulder, then both slowly look back over to you.

"God, I've got it bad." You whisper to yourself.

summary: You're just a flag girl, full of confidence and curves, determined to draw every eye to the starting line. Abby’s a legend in street racing. Fast, focused, and untouchable. Tonight, at one of the most confidential and top secret race clubs in the world, your paths collide. Abby notices your walk, your outfit, and the irresistible look in your eyes. And just like that, at the worst time possible, and without ever interacting, you threaten to make her lose one of the most ego boosting races ever.

a/n: I keep hearing people talk about race cars and F1 and whatever, so i was thinking how much i would fuck up some abby street racing. Sooo here we are!! Enjoy, my darlings!!

warnings: Owen (sorry!), smut eventually.

Street racer!Abby x Flag girl!reader

TEASERRR!! 😛

Everyone's hanging out at the high-end bar next to the private race track. It's a typical get together. One of the racers is buying shots for their flag girl; they decide to focus all their attention on for one night. Then forget they exist the next. The girl only reciprocating the attention for some free drinks and a fun time that night. Other racers are talking about how their car is better than everyone else's. But one conversation stands out from the rest. It's slightly louder than the rest, like things are starting to get heated.

"That set up won't get past the first straight on the track. You know that, right?" Owen's voice is cocky and ego-filled while he gestures to Abby's brand new pimped up race car that's parked right outside the window.

"Yeah, ok." She leans back further into her seat, spreading her built legs further apart. "You're nothing without that traction control already built into the car. That doesn't mean you have real skill." Abby huffs back. "You know that, right?" She mocks.

"Ha. Try me. Let's race right now. Then we can see who can actually talk shit." He slams down his whisky, making the table shake and the voices around slow diminish.

You lean in to another flag girl. "Damn things are about to get ugly." You whisper while looking Abby up and down, trying to see how she will react to Owen's suggestion.

"I know. I've never seen them so tense together before." Your friend whispers back.

"Do you think she'll say yes to the proposal?" You stare at her muscular arms peaking through her black long sleeved compression shirt. She sets her hands dramatically fall onto the table and uses the momentum to stand up while not taking her hands off the table making her lean into Owen's face.

"You're so on." She grows taller than what you remember and straightens her shoulders, then leaves her right hand out for a shake of approval from Owen in which he eagerly shakes.

a/n: I've been writing so many Abby fics saved in my drafts that I figured Ellie could use some attention. Enjoy, my loves!!

summary: Ellie finds your nude polaroids underneath your bed and what happened next was so long awaited.

warnings: explicit photo description, fingering (reader!receiving), umm that’s really it ig!

word count: 1.6k

You're in the shower in need of a pair of pants. Ellie is waiting outside on your bed, reading a random comic. You yell for her to get a pair for you. You keep everything under your bed to keep your room neat. She spots a box titled "Y/N's eyes ONLY". With that title, of course, she is going to look into it. She opens it to find the Polaroid camera you two found on patrol together, along with some pairs of lace bralettes and thongs. But also, very explicit Polaroid photos of you in said underwear.

All in different positions. Some with your face, some without. Others have you touching yourself, and others have you sprawled out on your bed awaiting someone's touch.

Oh, how this turns Ellie so fucking on.

You're still waiting for your pants, but you turn off the shower and wrap yourself in a towel. "Ellie! I need my pants!" you yell, totally unaware of what she found on the other side of that door. "I'm coming," She says unironically.

Instead of cracking the door open, covering her eyes, and sliding you the pants, she slides one of the Polaroids upside-down under the door. You pick it up and loudly gasp. It's you in a red lacy matching set that leaves absolutely nothing up to the imagination.

"Ellie!" You unlock the door and try to open it, but Ellie's using all her body weight to keep you hidden in there. She slides another one under the door. This one is of you leaning over the bathroom sink, facing the mirror, and you're trying to cover your exposed chest in a black lacy thong with a huge pout on your lips.

"Ellie! I'm going to kill you!" You bang on the door, making Ellie shake with the vibrations, but she doesn't budge. This is fun for her. She slides one of your white thongs along with a photo of you in it, without a bra, on your bed.

"Ellieee pleaseee." You plead. She doesn't listen. Her boxers are already absolutely soaking, even without being touched. Just the thought of you dressing up in these outfits. Can they even be called outfits? Then, you setting the camera up and posing for the right photo is flashing through her mind. These photos HAD to be for someone. Right? With that thought, she slides a couple under the door along with a light pink bralette. Some close ups of your fingers deep in your cunt, and some of just your face with your mouth agape, eyes rolling, and eyebrows cinched together.

"Oh my god!" You don't even know what to say anymore. She's already seen everything. Ellie decides to slip one last photo under the door. You're wearing nothing except a t-shirt and lying on your bed, with your legs spread apart and fingers hovering over your pussy. But the cherry on top is that she recognizes that shirt. It's one of hers that she lent you when you guys had a sleepover at her place, but you forgot your pajamas. Ellie takes this chance to slip one of the photos into her back pocket along with a white lacy thong that she will definitely be using on a late night that week.

You're absolutely stunned and scared to even move from the seat you've taken on the cold tile floor. You then can hear Ellie's hard footsteps slowly walk away into a different room, but there's still a small shadow left behind. You open the door only to see the pair of pants you have been begging for, and around it are other miscellaneous Polaroids and lacy underwear.

"Fuck me," You groan while picking up the pants and shutting the bathroom door to change. You don't even have to anymore; she has already seen everything.

"Ellie, I'm so sorry you had to see that-" You swing the door to your bedroom wide open and walk in to see her facing the other way on your bed, frantically shuffling on your bed once she hears your voice. She took her hand out of her pants and tucked the photo she saved of you into her pocket.

"-No, no, it's ok." She replies

"What were you just doing..?" You narrow your eyes and tilt your head.

"Nothing. This isn't about me. This is about those photos." She says panically, then turns and fixes her shirt. "What's up with those?" She questions, and before you could reply, she interrupts, "Actually, better question. Who were those for, huh?" She's now giving you the same suspicious look you were just giving her, but it's darker, more daring, more intense. Her green eyes became a dark brown with the dim light in your bedroom. Her body language is inviting, like she wants you near her. All over her.

"No one. But I'm glad you're the one who found it." Your voice deepens slightly, taking off from your stance in the door frame to the edge of the bed, looking down at her lying on your bed. Your eyes lock, and that speaks a million times louder than actual words coming out of either of your mouths.

"It's kinda like you planned for me to find them." She leans in, looking up at you. "Those slutty lace bralettes and tiny thongs. Gosh, you look so pretty wearing them. Kinda wish you left with only that."

You lean down onto the bed with your upper body shrinking the space between you two. "Who said I wasn't wearing some right now?" You tilt your head to the right, and Ellie does the same. Heavy breathing and the sound of crickets outside fill the room.

It was only a matter of seconds before one of you closed the gap between. Who would do it first? You've never been this close to her, never this flirtatious, and definitely never had these thoughts of fucking until the sun rises. You've only been friends. Yes, maybe you guys flirted, but those were only jokes, right? I mean, sometimes when your hands brushed slightly, your stomach grew so many butterflies it hurt. But that was only because it startled you, right? And while you guys had late night movie nights and she would fall asleep first, all you would want was to cuddle and hold her all night. But that was only because you were lonely, right?

Ellie finally grabs the back of your head, tangling her fingers in your freshly cleaned, wet hair, and pulling you in for a lustful kiss. It is sloppy and desperate. Like the years of fake flirting were not as fake as you thought. Like she meant every word she has ever said to you.

You begin to passionately kiss her back, forcing your tongue down her throat and exploring every crevice in her mouth. The room is now filled with the sound of crickets, heavy breathing, and some whimpers that escape both of your mouths, trying to find air but not wanting to break the kiss at any cost.

Ellie pushes you onto the bed, not parting with your lips. She cradles you with her legs while her slender fingers start creeping into your soaking panties. She hums at the fact that she didn't need to do much to get you so turned on. She could literally just stand in front of you, and your legs would be trembling at the thought of her. She leans to her left to pick up the Polaroid camera she left on the nightstand. Something tells you this was her plan all along. She puts the camera to her eye, and a bright flash comes from it.

“I gotta add to the collection.” Then places the camera next to her and uses both of her hands to take your pants off in one smooth motion. She picks up the camera again and aligns it with her eye, then puts her right hand on your cheek.

“Just so everyone knows who did this to you.” That comment alone forces a small moan from your lips.

a/n: For this i wanted to include an image but idk if people r into that. I lowkey like when fics have texts or photos so lmk if it’s fun. Also if anything is misspelled no it’s not 🫶. Also lowkey might make a pt2. Enjoy!!

summary: Abby wakes up earlier than expected, and you're once again left to do someone else’s slack. The last thing you expected was a chaotic morning with a dog you take care of, Alice, which makes chance bump you two into each other.

warnings: Reader is mentioned as being shorter than abby (5’11) (sorry i’m short so it wrote easier like that), kinda smut??, reader!receiving, top!abby, bottom!reader, oral (reader!receiving), fingering (reader!receiving), horny!abby, I think that’s it bc it is short.

word count: 2.2k

On a normal day, Abby does her gym routine after patrols as a cool down from any problems that might’ve happened that day. It helps her forget. Allows her to push them away and focus on herself. Then once she’s done pushing her body to its limits, she can address them without the adrenaline rushing through her.

But today was different. She woke up wayy before her normal time and struggled to fall back asleep. So instead of wasting the morning, Abby decided to do her arm day before patrol started.

As of you, you’re an early bird, big on organizing and making sure everyone’s doing their job. You’re always double checking everything is in tact with the dogs and their pens. Every morning you go down the same to do list that the shifts before you complete and checks off.

“Hey Louis, why hasn’t Alice gone on her walk?” You look up from the clipboard that’s holding the to do list.

“I dunno.” He shrugs. “I thought Trish was supposed to walk her.” He looks up at you briefly then continues to pack his bag because once you’re there it’s not his job to be there anymore and now he can finally sleep off his hang over from the night before.

“Why didn’t you do it? Patrols start soon.” You hug the clipboard, put all your weight to your right leg and raise one eyebrow giving him a scolding look. He knew the look because you give it to him almost every morning. He’s gotten used to it so he never takes it seriously. Actually matter of fact, he doesn’t take anything seriously. Someone could be bleeding out buckets right next to him and he would ask “Yo, you good buddy?” Then walk the other way.

“It’s not my problem.” He reply’s while picking up his backpack and a half eaten breakfast sandwich. Then turns to walk the other way before you had even a second to lecture him.

“ughh. Why do I have to do everything around here.” You huff and mumble to yourself.

The morning late morning air is starting to hit and you know you only have 15 minutes to walk Alice around the base that takes at least 20 minutes. You grab her leash, buckle it into her collar, and speed walk. No. Slow run to the start of the walk

You speed past closed bedroom doors, the multiple bathrooms that already have a huge line filled of morning patrollers, and the food court.

It’s nice seeing all the different lives people live in the base. The cook looks happy to be awake and serving half awake people. Partly because he knows no one complain about any cooking mistake because they are too groggy to care and they have much worse things to worry about, and the other part is because he loves what he does. Not having to put his like in seriously danger, being fed, and having a warm place to sleep is enough for most in this infected world.

Just as you thought this short run would go by just fine, Alice’s leash gets caught off her leg mid run and is struggling to get out. “Oh Alice baby, let me get that.” You squat down focused on trying to untangle the rope that’s almost engulfed her entire body from her constant excited movement.

You hear in front of you a faint but close “Bye guys! See you tomorrow!” and a trail of differently pitched ‘byes!’. You think nothing of it.

After a few seconds of wrestling with her leash you finally let Alice free. But not the free you meant. You only notice once she’s already half way down the hallway. She bolts so fast like her only purpose was to complete the unknown mission in her mind.

“Wait! Alice!” You yell out almost completely eating shit while getting up from the floor. You try to use it as leverage to make you faster but after the 10 minutes of a constant fast jog you’re pretty winded. Maybe this is why you’re never asked to do patrols…

As you’re trying to keep up you notice that Alice finished her expedition and she’s vigorously wagging her tail at someone’s feet.

You’ve seen her walking around base and you’ve heard of her but have never been up close. She has always intimidated you.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. She got loose from her leash.” You breathlessly say, half from the exercise and from awe. Her tall frame towers over you even while leaning over a bit to pet Alice. Her grey tank top clings tightly on her muscular build with patchy dark spots on her chest from sweat, which would normally gross you out if it was a man but you’re gay, so it didn’t. You could see her sports bra peaking through the tank and that alone did things to your body you would never admit. “Holy shit i’m so fucking gay” you remind yourself in your head. Her sweatpants hung low on her hips revealing the band of her boxers. And what made it even worse was her angelic arms petting that frustrating dog. They are the type of things poets dream about. What authors could dedicate a whole book to. And what you’re absolutely drooling over as of right now.

She lifts up her head and opens her mouth ready to respond. Her slight smile catch your eyes and you think your knees almost gave in right there.

“It’s totally fine, Alice just loves me too much. We go on patrols all the time together.” She leans back up and tilts her head down to maintain eye contact. Your mind is blank. How do you even respond to such a beautiful face. Her eyes glistening to the rectangular ceiling light and her skin has a slight shine from her work out. Her hair clings to her forehead and some fly aways frame her face in most perfect way possible. She’s even more gorgeous up close and personal. And before you know it, her smile dropped slightly and she’s blinking a little too much to be considered normal. You’re staring.

“Sorry! Thanks for catching Alice. I don’t know what got into her.” You try to catch yourself from the awkward situation. But abby takes a little longer than usual to respond.

She never knew something so pretty could be awake so early. She would typically only see pretty girls when she’s out late drinking with Manny. Or at least once the alcohol hit and her vision is blurry she hopes they are attractive. But since she wasnt drunk and wide awake, you were the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Your beauty caught her attention in a way those other girls could never. The way your messy bun has a few dangling hairs that fell in front of your face. Your pink cheeks from your jog gave your face a nice youthful and warm glow. Your sloppy put together outfit seemed perfect in her mind. The way each inch of fabric traced all the curves of your body. Oh his she wishes she could do the same. But before she knew it. You’re giving her doe eyes trying to figure out what she’s thinking.

That’s the breaking point for her. Her mind is now in the dirtiest places way too early in the morning. She’s thinking about how many times she could roll those eyes into the back of your mind while she’s putting you in different positions you didn’t think would feel so good. One being her unreligiously eating away at your puffy cunt. Your arms tied up above your head yearning to get out and pull her away because you’re now on your fourth orgasm that night. Your whines and moans merge together into gibberish while you buck your hips up to guide her fingers deeper into you. Her tongue now getting sore so she brings out her other hand to rub tiny, fast circles into your clit. “oh gosh, working out does make you insanely horny” She thinks while trying to recollect herself and respond to you.

“Um, yeah.” Her voice cracks. “Ahem. Yeah. She likes likes to get curious sometimes. Especially on patrols and when I play fetch with her.” She brushes her sticky hair off her forehead and brings her right arm to nervously scratch the back of her neck.

You squat to hook Alice’s leash to her collar but not breaking the eye contact. “Oh right! That’s where i’ve seen you. You always take her favorite toy. The squid right?”

She looks up breaking the gaze. The butterflies in her stomach were getting painful. “Yeah, she loves it. It’s a great way to start the day.”

“Well, technically doesn’t going to the gym the start of your day?” You try to correct her while standing back up and holding extra hard onto Alice’s leash.

“Well not normally. I just got up early today.” She chuckles slightly and fixes her posture. The tension between you grow more and more with every second that passes.

“Ohh I see.” You scratch an invisible inch on your lip and look back down at the dog separating you two. “I should probably get back patrols start soon and I need to get her back.” You take a deep breath trying to break the tension.

“Right. Yeah, I need to get ready for those patrols actually.” She smiles and looks down at the sweat that covers her whole body.

You chuckle then ask “I actually never got your name.” You tilt your head slightly.

“Abby, and you?” She replys

“Y/N. I’ll see you around Abby.”

“Yeah see you around,”

It takes a few seconds before you both start to move but accidentally taking the same turn and are now walking beside each other. The silence grew and with that so did the tension you tried breaking earlier. Thankfully Abby’s room is the second one after the gym.

You both say a muffled goodbye once she’s in front of her door and you keep walking.

“Damn even her walk is pretty. Manny is gonna make fun of me so bad.” She mumbles to herself while watching you walk down the hallway until you pass a corner and she loses sight of you.

“I don’t think I would be thanking you for misbehaving but thank you so much Alice.” You whisper to her while unhooking the leash and giving her a little pet. She barks and runs to her water bowl.

You can’t get her out of your mind. And neither can she.

I’m writing something that involves this so gimme ideas!!

about: Studying with Ellie Williams heaconnons

college!au??

a/n: I wrote this in one go at 2 am so if anything repeats or doesn’t make sense, well... just pretend it didn’t and it does make sense!!

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would take both of your phones and put it at the end of the table saying “we have to lock in or we won’t get anything done”. But, once she hears one of the phones buzz she is itching to turn it over and see what it was.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would contemplate turning the phones over just to see who was “more popular”. Just to found out it wasn’t her who got the notification.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would squint at her computer screen or hard cover book but would say “I can see perfectly fine” when you ask.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would give up her “too cool” attitude and take out the neediest pair of glasses out her bag. When she notices you staring she would hide more behind her computer screen or life up her book

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would fight with you over putting the screen or book down just so you could see her face with cute nerdy classes.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would give in under one circumstance. No. Photos.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would set a 30 minute timer and say “at the end of the 30 minutes we are going to take a 10 minute break. But no longer than 10 minutes because we need to study.” You would joke and saying she wouldn’t make it to the 10 minute break let alone take an actual 10 minute break without making it longer than it should.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would ignore your jokes and act like she’s studying but she’s really just spacing out thinking about some random space fact that she’s going to annoy you with once the study sesh is done.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would shut her computer, wasting no time on her study break. She would shut your book or computer too and tell you the fact that she was thinking about for the past 30 mins.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would get caught off guard when you sit up from your chair, sit on her lap, and start making out with her because you were only thinking about her soft lips the whole 30 mins.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would try to shove you off but once she saw your burnt out face and pouty lips she was quick to turn off the 10 minute timer and have you all to herself.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Once the make out sesh was done, Ellie would try to convince herself that studying will actually happen after that.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would complain about being tired but when you ask she would deny, deny, deny. That is until she takes her studying to the floor and you see her passed out on her computer keyboard typing endless ‘x’s into her shared google doc.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Ellie would get annoyed with you waking her up and moving her to the bed even though she knows she won’t rem anything for the rest of the night.

summary: You’re a struggling vocalist looking to join a band for a steady paycheck. You stumble across the band “No Save Zone” and think maybe it’s worth a shot. You applied and was happily accepted, although one grumpy guitarist, wasn’t too welcoming.

about: enemies to lovers, singer!reader x guitarist!ellie, drummer!jesse x pianist!dina, bestie!dina, ex-girlfriend!cat,

I really want to start writing fics but I don’t know where to start. I can do a series, headcannons, and short fics. If you have specifics please lmk because I have a 13 hour road trip coming up and need to be busy or I’ll go crazy!! I’m willing to do sfw and nsfw content. I mainly want to write about women but if still ask about me writing men because depending on what it is i can try! If there is anything else I missed just add it! Please be as specific as you can so I can write the story to its fullest potential!!!

Rules:

- No incest, aging up young characters, pedo stuff, etc

- No kinks about cutting, age or race play, beastiality, older characters are fine but no minors (ex: 30 with 40, NO 17 and 30!!), feet, etc

- No non consensual sex, 🍇, or others forms of non consent

- If something isn’t on here i’ll lyk if i’m comfortable with writing about it

Characters:

- Ellie Williams (tlou)

- Abby Anderson (tlou)

- Tess (tlou)

- Dina (tlou)

- Vi (arcane)

- Caitlyn Kiramman (arcane)

- Sevika (arcane)

- Mel (arcane)

- Jinx (arcane)