Headcannons: Professor!ellie Williams X Reader

When the Quiet Breaks - ellie williams x reader

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me songs or your silly ideas:)

HUGE WARNIGS: Graphic emotional distress, PTSD symptoms, hallucinations, disturbing imagery, grief, memory loss/confusion, trauma-related violence.

Summary: Ellie Williams is living a peaceful life on the farmhouse with you—the woman who convinced her not to chase revenge. For a while, things feel almost perfect. But the past never stays buried.

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This story contains dark and emotionally intense themes—please read with care.

The quiet of the farmhouse wrapped around you and Ellie like a warm blanket. Days passed slowly, wrapped in soft sunlight and the creak of old wooden floors. You’d wake up to the sound of the chickens outside or the wind humming through the trees. JJ’s toys were still in a chest near the fireplace—leftover memories from when the place belonged to someone else—but now, it was just the two of you.

Ellie had changed. The hard, vengeful edge she’d carried back from Seattle was softened—still there in her eyes sometimes, but she laughed more now. She played guitar on the porch. She rested her head on your lap while you read aloud. She touched you like she never thought she’d be allowed to again—tenderly, like you might disappear if she blinked.

“I’m glad I stayed,” she said once, lying next to you in bed. “You’re the only reason I still know how to breathe.”

You smiled and kissed her jaw. “Then breathe with me.” And she did.

But nights were harder.

She would jerk awake, drenched in sweat, whispering things she couldn’t say aloud. You’d hold her. Sometimes she’d cry. Other nights, she wouldn’t sleep at all—just sat at the window, cigarette trembling in her hand, staring at nothing.

You didn’t push. You just loved her harder. Calmer mornings, softer kisses. You’d hum to her while she braided your hair or stood behind her while she strummed, your hand on her back. You reminded her that she was here—that she was safe.

But Ellie was never really safe. Not from what was already inside her.

It started slowly—the confusion.

She’d zone out mid-conversation. You’d find her staring at the barn wall for minutes on end. One night, you came into the living room and found her kneeling in front of the fireplace, mumbling Joel’s name over and over.

You called her name. She didn’t hear you.

“Ellie,” you whispered, kneeling beside her. “Baby, I’m here.”

She flinched. “Don’t touch me.”

You pulled your hand back. “It’s me. It’s okay.”

She blinked. Then recognition bloomed across her face—and shame.

“I thought you were her,” she whispered. “I thought you were Abby.”

You swallowed hard and reached for her again. “You know I’m not. I’m here. I love you.”

“I know,” she rasped. “But she’s always in my head. Every time I close my eyes… Joel’s there. And she’s there. And I can't—I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”

You held her through the night. That was the first time you were scared.

The day it happened, the air was thick and still.

Ellie had barely slept. She’d been pacing the house, eyes sunken and wild. You made her tea, cooked her breakfast, tried to hold her hand. She pulled away. Her eyes kept darting to your face, then away. Like she didn’t trust what she saw.

You were standing in the hallway when it happened.

She stepped toward you, slow, trembling. “Abby…”

Your smile faltered. “Ellie, no—it’s me. Look at me.”

But she didn’t hear you.

Her pupils shrank. Her hand reached for the hunting knife on her belt.

“Ellie, please,” you begged. “It’s me. Baby, it’s me.”

You took a step forward—and she lunged.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t have time.

You tried to grab her wrist, tried to pull her back to you, but she was crying and snarling and whispering Joel’s name in broken pieces.

The pain was sudden. Hot. Blinding.

She drove the knife into your abdomen, then again—once in the side of your chest.

You collapsed, gasping, your fingers trembling against her forearm.

And then… it stopped.

She stood over you, breathing heavy. Her knife clattered to the ground.

You reached for her. She backed away. Your lips moved—one last attempt to say her name. To pull her out. But everything went still.

Ellie walked into the kitchen. Her mouth was dry, her chest heaving. She poured a glass of water and stared out the window. The sun was starting to set. The cows needed feeding. You were always reminding her.

“Babe?” she called, voice hoarse. “Hey… where’d you go?”

She checked the porch. The barn. The bedroom. The bathroom.

“Y/N?” Her voice cracked. “Where are you?”

She went outside, looked toward the trees, called again. Nothing.

Frustration twisted into worry. She began searching harder—every room, under every blanket, behind every door. Her breath quickened.

And then, slowly, she turned the corner of the hallway.

There you were.

The floor was stained. Your body lay still. The blood had stopped pooling. Her knife was inches away, still slick.

“No,” she breathed.

Her knees hit the floor. Her hands shook as she reached out—but stopped inches from your face.

“No. No. No, no—what did I… what did I—”

Her breath came out in gasps. Then sobs. Then wails.

She rocked back on her heels, knuckles pressed into her temples. Her guitar sat quietly in the corner of the living room, untouched. A song she wrote for you once still hung in the air, a ghost without a voice.

Ellie stayed there until nightfall. Curled beside you, whispering apologies that would never reach your ears.

And the house—once filled with light—fell into a silence that would never lift.

The night dragged on in pieces.

At some point, Ellie couldn’t feel her body anymore. Her knees were numb. Her hands were stained. She’d sat there for so long, staring at you, whispering things into the silence that didn’t make sense. Begging. Pleading. Bargaining with no one.

“I didn’t mean to,” she mumbled, over and over. “It wasn’t you… it wasn’t you…”

She crawled across the floor, trembling, curling her fingers into your shirt, trying to pull you close—but your body was already cold. Stiff. Heavy in a way that made her sob until her throat gave out.

“No… no, baby, come back. You’re not gone. You can’t be gone. I’ll fix it—I’ll fix it, I promise, just—please—”

She kissed your forehead like it would wake you up. She wiped at your blood like it could undo the stain. She whispered your name like it was a spell. But nothing happened.

Ellie didn’t sleep. She didn’t move.

When the morning light crept in through the windows, it touched her face—pale, swollen, dried tear tracks on her cheeks. Her lips were cracked. Her eyes were bloodshot. She hadn’t drunk the water she’d poured. The glass was still sitting on the counter, untouched. Forgotten.

She stood eventually. Only because her legs forced her to. The floor swayed under her.

She stumbled toward the mirror in the bathroom.

Her reflection stared back—wild-eyed, sunken, stained with grief. Her shirt was soaked in red. Her hands trembled as she looked at herself like she didn’t recognize the person there.

“Who are you,” she whispered. “What the fuck did you do?”

She punched the mirror. It cracked down the center.

Her knuckles split open. She didn’t flinch.

Later that day, she buried you under the tree behind the barn.

You loved that tree. You used to read beneath it, braid wildflowers into Ellie’s hair, kiss her with the sun pouring through the branches.

Now it was a grave.

She dug the hole with her bare hands, the shovel discarded after the first few strikes. She needed to feel the dirt. Needed the punishment. Her skin tore. Her nails broke. Her arms ached. She didn't stop.

When she placed you in the ground, she wrapped you in the blanket you both used to curl up in together during winter. She kissed your forehead one more time.

And then she screamed.

A sound so broken, so animal, it startled the birds from the trees.

It didn’t bring you back.

Inside the house, everything remained untouched.

Your favorite mug on the table. Your guitar pick beside hers. Your pillow still held the shape of your head.

Ellie crawled into bed that night with the same blood-stained clothes. She curled around your absence like it was still warm. She couldn’t tell where her hallucinations ended and reality began anymore.

Sometimes, she heard your voice. Sometimes, she saw your silhouette in the hallway. Sometimes, she dreamed you were still alive—and that she was dead instead.

But every time she woke up, the farmhouse was silent.

And the silence… was louder than any scream.

I hardly seen any love for Dina can you maybe do one her shy x popular trope

One chance - (popular!dina x shy!reader)

hi anon, firstly real! we need more Dina fics! I'm sorry if this sucks I struggle with writing fluff lmao, but i hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: dina x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: In which the popular girl asked you out

authors note: on a serious note we need more dina fics, she's sooooo fine but so underrated and it's so sad

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"Earth to Dina"

"huh?"

"Dina are you ok?" Ellie asked concerned at her friends spaced out expression.

"I'm fine"

no she wasn't.

Dina was not fine.

She was fucking fuming. Why? Because you were giving someone else attention.

Dina had always wanted to be a cheerleader. Ever since she was a little girl, she watched countless videos on YouTube for cheer routines, and she memorized them all.

As soon as she became a freshman in high-school she immediately auditioned, and as if god was on her side she became the caption and she stayed the caption up until her senior year.

She fucking loved to cheer.

The makeup, the routines, the crowd screaming for them.

For her.

God she loved it all the attention. She loved all the people around her, people praising her, and telling her that she did a good job.

Dina was the classic popular girl and as cliché as it was, this was who she was and she loved every fucking second of it.

It was like no other day.

She stood at the entrance of the field, watching the football teams run out.

She observed the other cheer teams standing next to hers, they were pretty, but surely they weren't as talented.

The whistle blew and a grin spread on to Dina's face, as she jogged out the massive doors, her squad running behind her.

The crowd cheered as the girls came out, and Dina proudly raised her pompoms, shaking them slightly.

Her gaze fell onto the crowd, as she tried spotting people wearing the schools colors but her eyes fell on you.

woah.

She's never seen you before.

Holy fucking shit.

For the rest of the night, Dina's eyes lingered on you.

Every time they had to perform, she always kept and eye on you, hoping you'd make eye contact.

You never looked her way.

You wanted to but you were scared.

You'd only join the school a month ago and you remembered on your first day of school, you saw her.

The pretty girl with the dark hair.

That's what you called her until you were told her name was Dina.

Dina. Dina. Dina. Dina Dina.

She was all you could think about.

Everywhere you went there was a reminder of Dina.

You saw a bow? Dina wears bows.

You saw someone wearing blue? Dina always wears blue converse.

You wanted to talk to her so fucking bad, but you couldn't. Every time you got close to her it felt like you were going to piss yourself.

You made her a paper flower one day, hoping you'd be able to give it to her. You'd hype up yourself in the mirror but as soon as you saw her, the confidence you once felt fell away.

"C'mon lets go" your friend Abby begged. She'd been asking you to the football game all week but you weren't in the mood for the loud crowds and all the screaming.

"let me stay home dude" you replied

"Dina will be there"

That's all you needed to hear. You raced to get ready, and you put on a orange jumper hoping the bright color might catch Dina's attention.

You sat on the field with hundreds of other people, you anxiously waited for her, you realized that her seeing you would be unlikely due to the amount of people that filled the seats.

All you remember was the crowd cheering and Dina jogging out, wearing her blue converse. There was a grin on her face as her team followed her and she looked fucking perfect.

As hard as you tried not to look at her you couldn't help it.

She stood in front so obviously you were gonna look at her.

She performed with so much confidence, with so much grace. You could truly look at her forever.

When the game came to an end her squad asked if she wanted to go out with them, but Dina kindly declined because she had other plans.

She had to talk to this pretty girl that distracted her throughout the whole game.

Dina walked through the crowd, trying to avoid all the people who were trying to talk to her.

She was growing frustrated. Where the fuck were you?

Just as she was about to lose hope, she spotted your orange jumper. You stood on the side of the road talking on your phone. Dina slowly walked towards you and she didn't mean to listen to your conversation but she did.

"Abby i swear to god if you don't come pick me up in 5 minutes I'm going to kill you"

Dina softly giggled at how overdramatic you were. You put your phone into your pocket on you sighed.

Dina could walk away right now, she could turn away and you would never have to know about this.

Fuck it. Dina wasn't a pussy.

She tapped you on shoulder, and you turned around. Your eyes met with the girl you've been silently in love with for the last month.

Fuck.

"Hi" Dina started, giving you her charming smile.

Your mouth went dry and you felt so fucking nervous. She could probably see how you were shaking.

"Hi" you replied meeting her gaze shyly.

"Well I'm Dina and i just wanted to say you're really pretty and i was wondering if i could have your number?"

You wanted to pinch yourself. Is this even real? Was this a prank?

"yeah" was all you said without looking at her. You watched Dina reach into her bag to pull out her phone, and she silently watched as you put in your number.

"You don't talk much do you?" She laughed awkwardly as she took her phone from your hand.

"Yeah" was all you said.

Dina didn't text you. Its been 2 weeks.

Its not that she didn't want to, but she was terrified.

You barely spoke to her that night, who says you'll even text her back?

You on the other hand saw the situation differently. You thought she was taking you for a fool. Someone like Dina would never just ask for your number.

As the weeks went by you and Dina make eye contact, she would give you a small smile and you would just walk away with a nod. You'd make no effort to talk to her because she made you so fucking nervous.

Dina hated this. She hated that she wanted someone that can barley look at her. But here she was getting mad at you for talking to someone else.

Some blonde bitch sat with you and you acted so differently. You laughed, you fucking smiled and showed emotion, but when Dina was around you barely uttered a word to her.

You drove her insane.

"Dude why are you fucking lying?"

"what?" Dina asked.

She actually forgot Ellie was sitting here.

"You keep looking at her and Abby"

so that's what her name was.

"What's your deal with them?" Ellie persisted.

She might as well admit it.

"She isn't the problem, Abby is"

Ellies gaze fell to you and Abby for a while before it all clicked.

"Dude are you jealous? do you have a fucking crush on her or something?"

"Yeah" Dina admitted "but I don't know anything about her, i tried talking to her, but she doesn't say much"

Dina quickly glazed to you before she groaned in frustration

"she doesn't" Ellie confirmed.

"She only talks to Abby, she's quite shy in my opinion"

shy is an understatement.

Dina was losing her mind. Every time she sees you and Abby together she feels sick. But at the same time she's too pussy to talk to you or to even text you.

Dina could perform in front of thousands of people without batting an eye but she could barley say hi to you.

You were fucking breaking her.

Dina went to an empty classroom to let off some steam and to her surprise you sat there.

"Hi" Dina said in amazement.

"Hi" you responded looking everywhere in the room but her.

'just fucking look at me' Dina thought to herself.

"What are you doing here?" She asked you.

"Abby isn't here today, i didn't feel like sitting alone"

Dina's fist clenched tightly at the mention of Abby.

"Can i ask you something?" Dina randomly asked, after staring at you for a while.

"yeah"

"why don't you want me?"

"What?"

Dina dropped her backpack and she made her way towards you: "like you- fuck- why don't you look at me? I always look at you"

You wanted to run out the room, this was all happening too fast. "Dina-"

"no listen, i know nothing about you but you seem like a really sweet girl, please just one chance" she begged.

You would give her a million chances.

"Yeah..." you started, you looked around the room one last time before you finally made eye contact with Dina.

"so are you gonna take me on a date?" You smiled at her shyly.

Dina chucked and she responded with one word: "yeah"

them having a baby was sososososo cute 😭😭 i would like to know what their daughter would be like entering elementary school

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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☆ Aurora’s first word is “Mama,” but she says it while looking at you—Ellie is fake-offended for weeks.

☆ She has Ellie’s intense green eyes and habit of staring too long when she’s curious.

☆ Aurora clings to you constantly; even as a toddler, she whines when someone else holds her.

☆ Ellie builds her a mini bookcase for baby board books—and Aurora immediately organizes them alphabetically (with help).

☆ Aurora is the kind of baby who needs a strict routine—if you’re even five minutes late for nap or cuddle time, she notices.

☆ She hates when you leave the room. Ellie jokes that you’ve got two wives now.

☆ She calls Ellie “Mama” and you “Mommy,” but if you’re upset or sick, she calls both of you “Mommy” in solidarity.

☆ Aurora shows signs of hyper-intelligence early: solving puzzles meant for kids twice her age.

☆ She loves bedtime stories but gets frustrated when you skip a word—she’s memorized the entire book.

☆ Ellie reads her scientific journals out loud like bedtime stories, and Aurora actually listens.

☆ She mimics Ellie’s mannerisms—crossing her arms, frowning when she concentrates, pacing.

☆ You catch her “lecturing” her stuffed animals in Ellie’s exact voice.

☆ Aurora draws family portraits every week—and you’re always in the center.

☆ She panics if you’re not there to drop her off or pick her up.

☆ Ellie tries to be logical about it but secretly loves how attached Aurora is to you.

☆ Aurora shows early signs of perfectionism—she erases drawings over and over if they’re “not good enough.”

☆ When she throws tantrums, only your voice calms her down. Ellie has to tag you in.

☆ Aurora is incredibly picky about her routine—she wants the same food in the same bowl with the same spoon.

☆ Her favorite word is “actually,” and she uses it to correct adults constantly.

☆ She collects facts like trophies—Ellie makes her flashcards and they study together for fun.

☆ Aurora tests into the gifted program in her first year of school.

☆ She doesn’t like group projects—she prefers doing everything herself because “no one gets it right.”

☆ Teachers say she’s “brilliant, but intense.”

☆ Aurora only talks about two things at school: science and you.

☆ She makes laminated labels for her school supplies like Ellie does with her stationary.

☆ Every art project is somehow about you—she brings home a clay mug with “Mommy #1” carved into it.

☆ She corrects her teacher once in class and becomes slightly feared. Ellie is so proud but warns her to “maybe chill a little next time, baby.”

☆ Aurora wants to skip recess so she can stay in and read.

☆ She keeps a picture of you in her backpack—pulls it out when she gets anxious.

☆ Ellie and Aurora have “study nights” where they work quietly side by side—same posture, same concentration.

☆ Aurora watches you cook and scribbles notes like it’s a culinary lecture.

☆ She insists on helping you clean the house but gets mad if things aren’t organized to her standard.

☆ You call her your “tiny professor” and she beams every time.

☆ Aurora and Ellie both hover when you’re tired or sick—like you’re the sun and they’ve lost orbit.

☆ They fight over who gets to sit next to you on the couch.

☆ Ellie gets petty when Aurora gets more cuddles. Aurora gets smug.

☆ Aurora likes brushing your hair—she does it methodically, like a ritual.

☆ She sleeps best when curled up beside you, even at age 7.

☆ She draws up “mom schedules” to divide your attention fairly—Ellie cheats her way into extra time.

☆ Aurora reads scientific textbooks for fun.

☆ Ellie teaches her how to use a microscope at age 6.

☆ She becomes obsessed with astronomy after you buy her a star chart.

☆ Aurora cries when she gets a 98 instead of 100.

☆ Ellie talks her down using logic. You soothe her with affection.

☆ She keeps a journal with facts about her “favorite person” (you).

☆ Aurora can’t stand when someone is wrong—she has a meltdown if the teacher mispronounces a word.

☆ She gives book reports like she’s defending a thesis.

☆ Her handwriting is meticulous, just like Ellie’s.

☆ She wins her school’s spelling bee and dedicates the win “to my mommies.”

☆ Aurora doesn’t handle change well—moving a couch makes her cry.

☆ You’re the only one who can help her calm down when she spirals.

☆ She leaves sticky notes with “I love you” on your bathroom mirror.

☆ Ellie keeps a stash of emergency snacks and plushies for when Aurora gets overstimulated.

☆ Aurora talks to you about everything—even stuff she hides from Ellie.

☆ She always wants to know where you are—calls you if you’re late home.

☆ If you travel, she leaves voice memos asking when you’re coming back.

☆ Aurora once stayed up crying because she thought you wouldn’t love her if she failed at something. You reassure her constantly, even years later.

☆ Ellie hugs you tighter at night after watching how much both of you mean to each other.

☆ Aurora and Ellie gang up on you in debates—but it’s always playful.

☆ They both get quiet when they think you’re upset—like they can’t stand disappointing you.

☆ Aurora wears a matching lab coat on Ellie’s “bring your kid to work” day.

☆ She calls the three of you “the brain squad.”

☆ Your fridge is full of Aurora’s detailed school projects—Ellie annotates them like a proud academic.

☆ Aurora copies how Ellie kisses your temple when you’re working.

☆ They both wait up for you if you’re late—even if it’s past bedtime.

☆ When Aurora gets awards, you’re the first person she looks for in the crowd.

☆ Family movie night has to be educational and cozy or she gets annoyed.

☆ You are the center of their universe—both of them would burn the world for you without hesitation.

ur the best😭😭 love your fics so much

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this has me giggling and shii... thank you sm😭

Everything I do is for you guys!! If you are happy I'm happy:)

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This story is based off the song, Moonlight by Kali Uchis! If you can, listen to the song as you're reading:)

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jackson!Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Requests are open!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mentions of weed, swearing, mentions of clothes being ripped off, and sexual themes

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Ellie getting high with her "lover"

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐞𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮ñ𝐞𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐣𝐨

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Ellie sat across you, as you took the blunt between your fingers. You brought it up to your lips, as you took a deep breathe. As you breathed in, you closed your eyes as the smoke filled your lungs. Slowly breathing out, you already started to feel fuzzy.

It was Ellie's favorite time of the day. It was night time. There was barley any light in the room where you and Ellie sat- it was only the moonlight shining in from the windows.

Ellie couldn't help but to stare at you in awe. Your lips slightly swollen, you eyes closed, head thrown back- and the moonlight shining across your features made it 10 times better.

You were dressed up. Wearing a blue flowy summer dress. You had planned on going out that night, but then Ellie showed up and begged you to go smoking with her, and you said yes because who wouldn't? its Ellie fucking Williams.

You being dressed up, and under the moonlight, had Ellie going feral. She wanted nothing more but to get up and rip your clothes off of you. But she didn't. She couldn't. Because you weren't hers.

You suddenly opened your eyes, and Ellie started blushing- in fear that you might have caught her staring. You sat up slightly giving her the blunt.

"here" you said softly and Ellie just knew by the sound of your voice you were higher than a kite.

It was moments like these where Ellie fell more and more in love with you. The two of you, alone. Doing one of her favorite activities- smoking.

Ellie loved getting high with you. Hell, you were a drug to her, so you and weed together fucked her up even more. She wished you were hers. Her girl. Her lover. She wished she could get high with you all the time.

She wished she could get high with her lover, who isn't her lover. Yet.

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

𝐏𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡

You laid on the sofa across from Ellie, you legs sprawled out in front of you. Your dress was riding up your thighs as you kept moving and Ellie felt like she was going to explode by the sight. Your eyes were still closed, your head still thrown back.

'fuck me' me ellie said out loud.

'mhm' you questioned, opening one eye to look at her. You were so fucking high. It felt like you were floating. You heard Ellie mumble something and it brought you back to earth.

'n-n-nothing' Ellie said quickly.

Ellie never stutters you thought to yourself, but you assumed because she was just as fucking high as you were.

'c'mon hurry up' you said motioning at the blunt Ellie was holding.

'oh yeah' she said as if she forgot that she was smoking.

Truth be told she did. You fuck up her mind. You make her nervous. You make her forget things.

She quickly gave you the blunt and once again you took it between your lips and closed your eyes in pleasure. Ellie wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Teasing her. Taunting her.

Smoke filled the room as you breathed out and Ellie was staring once again. eyes trailing your body. She took the blunt from your hand, your fingers brushing slightly and she felt a jolt of electricity go up her spine at the touch. Before she could put the blunt into her mouth, to try and shake off these thoughts she was having of you, you reached down into your bag to grab a tube of lip gloss. Ellie watched you carefully, as you laid back down. You opened the lip gloss, and applied it to your lips.

Ellie wanted nothing more but to lean over and kiss you. You felt her eyes burning holes into your head, you turned to her she looked away immediately. You put the lip gloss down, closed your eyes and you let out a soft 'hurry up'.

Ellie was fucked. She was turned on. She was in love. She was obsessed. She was high. She didn't know what to do.

There you were laying across from her. Exposed thighs, glossed lips, eyes closed, head thrown back. 'Fuckmefuckmefuckme' she thought over and over again.

She decided there and then she was never getting high with you again. (she knew she would invite you again)

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

She could already imagine it. Coming home after patrol you being there waiting for her. Maybe in the kitchen cooking for her, wearing no panties. Maybe shed walk in on you waiting for her on the bed. She imagines coming home to you already licking the sides of the blunt, handing one to her as the two of you smoked in your home.

Her dreams could become a reality if she wasn't such a fucking pussy. Ellie would never admit it to anyone but you were her safe heaven. Over the years of knowing you, you somehow became her comfort. After hard days of patrol she'd always go visit you and her mood changes instantly. Apart from all her dirty thoughts Ellie wanted nothing more but to come home to you, and to comforted by you. To be held. To be babied.

The world you lived in was hell. It was darkness, but you were her light and you didn't even know. She felt free with you. She felt safe. If she could she would escape from this world. And she would take you with her.

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫?

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐨-𝐧𝐨-𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨

As the night went on the two of you got higher and higher.

You were asleep. The moonlight looming over your features and Ellie just admired you. She loved the moon. She loved you. She loved you to the moon and back. She always wanted to be an astronaut when she was younger. She wanted to go to the moon and she wanted to take you with her. (She assumed there would be no infected on the moon) She laid on her side watching you as you slept. She silently thanked the moonlight from making you look even more angelic than you already were. She took one last puff before the blunt was finished and when she was done with it she discarded it somewhere on the table and she looked at you. There was nothing she wouldn't do for you. Getting high with you was the best decision she ever made.

She watched as you were sleeping, your chest rising slowly, your thighs still on display. You were going to be hers. She will make sure of it. Nothing and no one was going to stop her. She was going to make you her lover.

And she just did just that. A few days later the two of you were in the room cuddling and getting fucked up together.

Ellies dreams finally became a reality. She was getting high with her lover.

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! Remember to always spread love and to be kind to one another! Feel free to request or message me or anything! Let me know if i made any mistakes....

Yours truly, Zia:)

Therefore you and me - Part 1/3 (elllie williams x reader)

This short series was inspired by the song "Therefore You and Me [故にユーエンミー]" Truthfully I don't know the meaning to the song so this story is literlly my theory to what it could be about :)

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one!

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and toxic relationships

Summary: All you needed was Ellie.

Ellie was 3 when he hit her for the first time. She remembers the incident as if it was yesterday.

She remembered running around in the house when she tripped and dropped her sippy cup, her orange juice dripping onto the carpet. She remembers her father’s footsteps, she remembers him yelling, taking off his belt and hitting her till she couldn’t sit. And it was like that her entire life. Every small mistake she made, no matter how young she was. She was hit.

Growing up with a man as cold as the winter nights in Jackson wasn’t easy for Ellie. She never experienced the love, the warmth many girls her age spoke about, when asked about their fathers. All she knew was the sound of her dad’s footsteps, the yelling and the sound of his belt.

Even though the beating traumatized Ellie and she knew this was wrong. He was hurting her. But this is the only way her father gave her attention. This was the only way he looked at her. Touched her.

As messed up as it sounds Ellie started acting out. Doing stupid shit on purpose just to feel her father’s love, just to feel wanted by him. This form of love Ellie grew up with. This is all she knew.

His love language wasn’t words of affirmation; it wasn’t quality time it was hitting.

Ellie started hitting people as form of affection because that’s what her father did to her growing up.  That’s all she knew. That’s all she craved.

That’s when Ellie met you and she immediately fell in love. You were soft gentle, kind nothing like her father.

You weren’t like him. You actually showed her true love. But she couldn’t give you that affection back. She couldn’t hug you, she couldn’t comfort you. All she could do was give you the love her father gave her.

The first time Ellie hit you was 3 months into your relationship. You dropped a glass, it made a loud noise as the glass shattered onto the cold white tiles. And all you heard was Ellie’s footsteps, yelling and you felt your body hit the floor. You knew Ellie was violent. You knew she had a short temper but you never thought Ellie would hit you.

But you loved her, you forgave her. And you let her hit you. Over and over again.

Some nights you ended up bloody, bruised for weeks that you couldn’t even leave the house. You lied to people. You had to keep Ellie safe. You could fix her. You loved her.

Love conquers all they said.

Ellie watches you clean your wounds over and over again. She heard the way you’d cry yourself to sleep. How you’d whimper when you tried walking down the stairs. She watched how you flinched every time she came close to you. And every time Ellie would comfort you. Whispering sweet nothings into your ears telling you she would change:

“I won’t do it again”

“Forgive me baby”

“I love you more than anything”

“I’m doing this for you”

You believed that she’d stop. But the months went on. The abuse got worse. But yet you stayed.

“You only need me baby. Its only me and you” she whispered into your ear one night after she gave you a black eye.

you and me

you and me

you and me

love, love

Your family begged you to leave her. Many people have stopped talking to you. But you didn’t care. You don’t need anyone, only Ellie.

Only her

Ellie wondered why you didn’t leave her. You were losing people. Your family stopped talking to you. You cried. Begged her to stop. You’ve bled because of her. But you never left.

Ellie knew she was hurting you. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She can’t blame her father for hitting her forever, she can’t blame your abuse on her dad. But this was love. It was love in Ellie’s eyes.

She won’t stop. You knew she wouldn’t. She knew she wouldn’t.

You don’t need anyone. Anyone but Ellie. Even through all the abuse you’ll continue to love her because at the end of the day it’s you and Ellie.

“You and I will be together forever” Ellie whispered.

you and me

 you and me

you and me

love, love

Part 2

Authors note: Sorry if this one was short! I just had to post something. But I’m currently working on another series because of a very interesting request I got so just know something big is coming in the next two weeks… remember you are loved and to always be kind… requests are always open feel free to leave one!

Yours truly,

Zia <3

Will u please made a cute date in the planetarium with Ellie!!✨

Planets - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! i hope you like it:) this story made me feel so single wtf.

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

Warning: none

Summary: in which you went on a date

authors note: im spamming yall

masterlist

“Are we even going in the right direction?” you ask, out of breath as you follow behind Ellie.

She lets out a laugh. “You’re just tired of walking,” she comments.

The two of you are walking through a damp forest. The air smells like wet moss and the forest floor squishes under your boots. The sky is overcast, an endless sheet of grey, and the only light filtering through the trees is cold and muted. You flinch at the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet. You're not supposed to be outside of Jackson without a group.

But here you are. You snuck out. With Ellie. And now you feel the weight of your actions—the thrill of being away, the fear of getting caught—and the pressure in your chest grows heavier with every step.

Your heart pounds loudly in your ears as you try to keep up. Ellie’s walking ahead, effortlessly, as usual, her pace slow but determined. She’s been quiet, her face lit only by the faintest spark of mischief.

She asked you on a date. You didn’t expect it. Ellie never seemed interested in anything serious. She always kept things light, kept people at arm’s length. So when she showed up one random morning with a single flower in her hand, the words she said next felt like they came out of nowhere.

“Go on a date with me,” she demanded.

You blinked, taken aback. You didn’t think she even saw you like that. The glances, the small smiles she would shoot your way—maybe you’d been reading them all wrong. Maybe she’d just been being herself.

But you said yes. And now here you are, walking with her in the cold, not knowing where she’s taking you.

“We’re here,” she says suddenly.

You blink at her, confused. "What?"

“Close your eyes,” Ellie orders.

You hesitate, but she’s already behind you, covering your eyes with her hands. Her touch is warm, but there’s a rush of heat that spreads through your chest as her fingers brush over your skin. You feel the pulse of her touch radiate down your spine, making your body respond in ways you don't know how to explain.

“Don’t peek,” she warns softly, her voice teasing, yet with an edge of something else, something you can’t quite place.

You take a step forward, the ground beneath you soft and uneven. She guides you carefully, making sure you don’t stumble. You wonder for a second what she’s up to, where she’s leading you, but then you forget all of it the moment she removes her hands from your eyes.

“Holy shit,” you mutter.

You’re standing in front of an old planetarium. It’s overgrown with vines and moss, and parts of the building are crumbling, but it still holds an eerie beauty—something untouched, even after everything. The roof is cracked, and broken glass twinkles on the ground in the dim light, but the dome remains mostly intact.

“How did you find this?” you ask in awe. You look around, scanning every corner, trying to take it all in.

“Joel…” Ellie starts. Then she clears her throat. “Joel brought me here,” she says quietly, and for a second, you don’t know what to say. You hadn’t expected that. "It’s a special place for me," she continues, her gaze flicking to the side. "And… you’re special, so..." she shrugs, looking away, her cheeks turning a little pink.

You stare at her for a moment, processing what she just said. Her words hang in the air, and for once, she’s not trying to mask anything. She’s vulnerable.

You smile, your heart beating faster than before, and you reach out to take her hand. "Thank you," you say softly, unsure of what else to add. You don’t need to say anything more, though. She’s already looking at you, her eyes soft and sincere.

Inside the planetarium, the air smells faintly of dust and decay. The floor is cracked in places, but the projection system still works, though faintly. You can make out a few dim constellations on the ceiling, and what might’ve been a comet streaking through the sky.

Ellie moves toward the projector, crouching down to fiddle with the controls. She looks back at you, her smile a little more mischievous.

"Wanna try something?"

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like what?”

Ellie presses a few buttons and the stars shift. She leans back against the projector, arms folded. “Pick a constellation. Anyone.”

You stand up, looking up at the sky projected on the ceiling, and pick out the first star you can find. “That one.”

Ellie grins. “Good choice. Watch this.” She flips a switch, and suddenly, the star bursts into a radiant spiral of light, trailing behind it like a comet’s tail. It’s beautiful, even if it flickers a little.

“That’s amazing,” you say, awestruck. “How do you—”

“I’ve been messing with this thing for a while,” she interrupts, clearly proud of herself. “I can make the stars do whatever I want.”

She slides over to sit next to you. “Wanna make one wish?”

You nod. “Yeah. Just one?”

“Just one.”

Ellie glances at you, her face softening, and for a moment, you both stay silent, the hum of the projector the only sound around you.

Then she’s standing again, brushing dirt from her jeans. “Okay. Now, for something a little less… romantic.” She gives you a wink. “Ever played a game in a planetarium?”

You laugh, not sure what she’s getting at. “I mean, I’ve never been to one until now.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat.” She grabs a couple of old pieces of debris, some discarded glass, and arranges them into a makeshift bowling setup. She stands back and gives you a look, raising an eyebrow. “You ready for this?”

“I guess?” you reply, amused but a little confused.

Ellie rolls the first “ball”—a smooth stone—and it hits the glass “pins” with a satisfying crash. You laugh and take your turn, rolling the stone with as much drama as you can muster.

The two of you take turns, joking, laughing, and trying to knock over as many pins as possible. The competition is ridiculous—completely pointless, but you’re both grinning, caught up in the moment.

After a while, you both collapse onto the floor, still laughing. Ellie lays her head on your lap. You freeze for a second, feeling your pulse spike, but then you let yourself relax, your fingers gently brushing through her hair.

She looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with something soft. “Thank you, for… this. For being here. For today.”

You smile, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. “No problem,” you say quietly. “It’s... perfect.”

“You know,” she says, her voice teasing but sincere, “you can’t get this kind of date just anywhere.”

You laugh, nodding. “Yeah, I think I’ll remember it for a long time.”

You both lie back down, staring at the broken planets above. The stars are flickering slowly, and in that moment, everything feels peaceful, like the weight of the world is just a little bit lighter.

“Thank you, Ellie,” you murmur again, your voice barely above a whisper.

She sits up, brushing off her pants, and her face softens. “No, thank you... for making me come back here. I miss him so much.”

Your heart aches as you sit up and take her hand. You squeeze it gently. “It’s okay,” you say softly, looking into her eyes.

She lies back down on your lap, her breath steady as you run your fingers through her hair. The moment feels quiet and timeless. The outside world doesn’t matter anymore. It’s just the two of you here, in this forgotten place, under the stars that don’t shine like they used to but are still beautiful.

“I like planets,” Ellie says, her voice quiet and content.

“I know,” you reply. “I think after today i like them too”

She turns her head to look at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Do you want to be my world?” she asks, her voice teasing, but there’s something in her eyes that says it’s not just a joke.

You blink, and then you laugh softly, warmth spreading through you. “Sure, Ellie. I’d like that.”

She smiles wide, and for once, everything feels just right.

<3

Therefore you and me - part 3/3 (ellie williams x reader)

This series was inspired by the song "Therefore You and Me [故にユーエンミー]

this is the final part! I will not be writing anymore parts to this story, thank you for reading and being patient with me:)

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one!

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, toxic relationships and body mutilation

Summary: In which, Ellie realized that she needed to work on herself.

wc: 700+

part 1 part 2

“You want me to do what?” Ellie’s dad practically screamed. She slightly flinched at the tone of her father’s voice before talking: “it’s the least you could do after fucking abusing me”

“I wasn’t abusing you”

“then what were you doing? showing me love?”

He stayed silent as he stared at Ellie. Surprised she even had the guts to talk back to him. If she was younger, he would’ve grabbed her and thrown her across the room.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ellie asked. “Either you help me” she started, and she made her way over to where he sat. Ellie grabbed the collar of his shirt brining him closer to her face “or I’m going to fucking kill you” she spoke through gritted teeth

And for the first time in his entire life he was terrified of his daughter.

“Ellie” you said softly seeing she was back from wherever she went. You woke up in the middle of the night, feeling the bed was cold. You searched for her, called out to her but she didn’t show up, you went to bed with a heavy heart wondering where she had gone.

Did you make her mad? Maybe you said something? Maybe she’s finally sick of you.

But here she was lying next to you with her back towards you.

“Ellie” you said her name again.

You reached out gently grabbing her arm, her skin was cold to the touch. Colder than it normally was. You sat up immediately grabbing her and turning her over in fear that something happened. As soon as you turned Ellie’s body to face you, her torso was full of a dark red substance.

Your eyes fell down to her hands. Or at least where her hands would’ve been.

Her hands were gone.

The only thing left was a small piece of her wrist bone on either side. You stared down at the scene in shock, you reached out slightly, grabbing Ellie’s arm.

 “Ellie” you breathed out again, trying not to cry. Your vision blurred with tears, your ears were ringing, it felt like you couldn’t breathe.

 “Hi “you heard her voice weakly say. 

“oh Ellie” you breathed out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You reached down to bring Ellie to your chest hugging her. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you cried with Ellie in your arms.

You knew this was the end for her. She was already cold to the touch and the amount of blood she’s lost, was a sign that her time on this earth was coming to an end.

 “what the fuck were you thinking Ellie” you cried into her autumn brown hair. She shuffled slightly under you before she spoke up: “now I can’t hurt you”

You pulled away to stare at her, and she weakly brought up her handless arms to proudly show you what she had done.

 “see I can’t hurt you anymore”

“I didn’t mind Ellie”

“But what I was doing was wrong”

“Ellie- “

 “Love isn’t supposed to hurt” she repeated her words from earlier that day.

Another stream of tears ran down your cheeks when you realized she did this for you.

“Ellie who did this?” you asked

“my dad” she responded with a small smile. “I asked him to help me, and look its working I can’t hit you anymore” she said with a small laugh. You brought Ellie back to your chest holding her as your loud sobs filled the room.

 You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, holding her. It must’ve been hours because the sun had already risen. Ellie had stopped breathing a while ago her last words being I love you. But you couldn’t seem to let her go. Her blood covered the bed, and your hands. And her words repeated in your head again: “I can’t hurt you anymore”

 She did this for you.

She willingly risked her life for you.

She cut her hands off to keep you safe.

Ellie truly did love you. All the times you doubted that she loved you, all the promises she made and that you thought were fake, were real.

 Ellie died for you. For your safety.

You didn’t care if people called her as an abuser, because you knew the truth. You loved her and she loved you. You knew she died for you. Her death wasn’t in vain, because you were safe and living a life free from abuse.

As you stood in front of Ellie’s dad, hands tied together in front of you, you were waiting for him to do the same thing he did to Ellie.

“Are you sure?”  he asked as he raised the knife above his head.

“Yes” you breathed “this is for Ellie, now cut them off”

Authors note: i hope you enjoyed! Remember to always be kind and that my requests are always open:)

yours truly,

Zia <3

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hey... *nervous laugh*

I am so so sorry that I disappeared for almost 4 months. I was overwhelmed with life at that time and I deleted the app because I needed a breather.

I'm so thankful for each and everyone of you who messaged and requested even though I was gone.

I'm back, with a clean mind and fresh ideas. Life has been good recently and I feel like I've been a better place to post again...

So in conclusion,

Daddy's home and she's back with her gore:)

I need her so bad

MILF ABBY WITH READER WHO HATES KIDS HC — abby anderson

description — milf!abby, reader who isnt that great with kids, age gap, reader is around mid twenties and abby is late thirties going on forty, smut, mdi !!,

authors note — literally all my creds and inspo goes to @elliespassagerprincess i literally love their milf abby series pls go read it !!

— You and your friends know that you do not have a single motherly instinct in your bones, you and kids do not mix well together.

— This one time you were just strolling while shopping and a toddler came up to say hi to you and you just stared at it wondering what to do.

— If there’s a child screaming at the top of their little lungs you literally give it a death glare.

— You also call children “it” and make everyone laugh every time you talk about a kid.

— But if it wasn’t for Abby’s six-year-old daughter Melanie who came up to you one day at a your local grocery store crying like snot bubbling at her nose and she looked sticky trying to hold your hand you wouldn’t have met your future milf wife.

“Oh, uh hi— why are you crying?” You let the little child grab your pointer finger as you tried to hard to fight your inner demons from the stickiness of her little hand.

“I— I can’t find my mommy.” She used her other hand to wipe the snot off her face, you could feel every nerve in your body cringe. You felt bad for the thing but jesus why are kids so fucking sticky.

You and the kid sat on one of the benches inside the store, you bought her some candy to make it stop crying and it worked. You did inform an employee that there was a lost kid, they spoke on the intercom after telling you that if the parent isn’t here in a certain amount of time they would call law enforcement.

“So, what’s your name?” You pinched your eyebrows together looking at the small being next to you devouring the ring pop like her life depended on it.

“Melanie but all my friends call me Melly.” She gave you a toothy smile well … she was missing majority of her teeth so half toothy smile?

“That’s … nice? You have friends?” She shook her head, her two little braids looked like she got into a street fight.

“Yeah, a lot like a lot of friends, what’s your na—“ She was cut off by a woman’s voice calling out for her.

“Melanie!” Both of your eyes shot up at the… holy fucking fuck she was breath taking.

— You found out that her name is Abby and she has a little escape artist for a child, she hugged you tightly with those giant arms thanking you for keeping her baby safe.

— Abby was truly taken back by how beautiful you are, she was quick to tell you she’ll repay you and managed to get your number while doing so.

— You guys ended up bonding really fast, even though you two were almost complete opposites she was so fascinated by you.

— She invited you over to dinner at her house and fuck was she loaded, not like you were in it for the money but damn must be nice.

— She genuinely found it so amusing how you would interact with Melanie, treating her like a little adult. You weren’t the type to use baby words towards kids you just spoke to them.

— Melanie really resembled Abby to the T, she had her mom’s blue eyes, freckles, the cutest nose but she had blonder hair, you just assumed it was from the dad.

— After months of basically hanging out with them you guys felt so inseparable, you still would give concerning expressions whenever Melanie would do something weird.

— Abby was falling in love you, whenever all three of you would watch a movie that Melanie always picked out and yes you did argue with a six year old about picking movies she would just have the urge to grab your face and kiss you.

— For halloween you bought Melanie an inflatable dinosaur costume with a pink tutu, you literally were crying from how silly she looked holding Abby’s hand.

— Abby was so reluctant to make the first move, scared that she was too old for you but little did she know how much it turned you on that she was older.

— You decided to ask Abby out on a date, you called her up while you were at home, heart beating out of your chest when she said yes.

— The date was at the arcade, cheesy but Abby always won you prizes every time you guys went with Melly. She beat at you literally every single game and being competitive you just glared at her.

— Melanie was at a sleepover at her friend’s home so you and Abby had the place to yourselves, after the date you guys were chilling in her kitchen Abby finally had the courage to kiss you.

“Can I please kiss you?” She looked at you with those pleading eyes, a slight whine to her words.

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— She pinned your back against the counter, her hand cupping the side of your face, the kiss felt so warm but soon became greedy.

— She carried you to her room, your legs wrapped around her waist, arms around her neck as you drove her fucking crazy kissing on her neck like that.

— Abby has a Daddy kink, she had her strap settled deep in your drooling cunt, legs on her shoulder, thrusting so fucking deliciously making you claw at her arms.

“Mmmgh— oh fuck Abby..” Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, knuckles white from the grip you had on her arms.

“Daddy, call me fucking Abby again and I wont let you cum.” She slapped your face, grabbing it with her hands squeezing your cheeks together.

God this wasn’t the sweet, motherly Abby you knew but some sex god who would fuck you so stupid it left you an incoherent mess.

— She had crazy stamina, had you in every position, face down with your ass up, riding her cock, your back pressed against her front as she spread your legs open drilling your bruised and aching pussy.

— She was so mean, she mocked your moans, bit your skin, slapped your tearful face every time you stopped looking at her. You couldn’t get enough of this side of her.

— She over stimulated you so much you were sobbing, trembling every time she would touch you, your legs shook violently.

Abby had her arms wrapped securely around your thighs, spreading them open so wide. Her tongue lapping you up, sucking on your puffing clit, sliding her tongue inside your sore cunt.

“Daddy please! Too much, s’too much, too much” You squealed, crying out trying to push her head off of you.

— After long hours of her using you, she was so quick to turn her motherly instincts back on. Kissing your face so sweetly, her eyes filled with worry that she pushed you over the edge.

— You reassured her that it was the best fucking sex you’ve ever had. She started a bath for you, sitting right behind you as she massaged your aching body, running her fingers over the love bites she left scattered on your body.

— She held you so tightly as you both had fallen asleep on her amazing bed.