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[jensensfanfic]

can you do prompt 71 with ellie williams 💘

WHISKEY FOR A SONG

pairing: ellie x fem!reader

prompt: “God, I love you.”

warnings: reader is a potty mouth and a ho*ny b, homophobia – just one person being a dickhead :), also a nice lil makeout sesh,

a/n: so, this is one of those fics that got away from me. it was meant to go one way but kept drifting. anyway, i hope you like it. ++ reblogs are so helpful 💖

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Ellie finishes her song with a final strum of the guitar and a shy smile. She blows out a breath and then rests her chin on the wooden instrument, staring at nothing in particular on the ground. She then turns to look at you, her fingernails tapping in staccato on the body of the guitar, and she tilts her head a little. "So?"

"It was gorgeous." You whisper, eyes sparkling with admiration. "You're gorgeous."

"Yeah, right." She snorts, turning away and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. When she turns back, you can still see a hint of the blush she was clearly trying to hide from you. "You have to say that, you're my..."

"Girlfriend?" You grin. "I wouldn't lie to you, you know. Besides, we made that deal like a month ago, before we were even dating."

"Right. You share the biscuits and whiskey you found, and I play you a song." She chuckles.

"That was it."

"Well, the deal is done." Ellie picks up her guitar and rests it against the wall of the house. Facing you again, she asks, "So what now? Should we go have dinner?"

"Hm, nah. I have a better idea. Since you played for me so beautifully..." You push her back by the shoulders so that she's fully resting in against the bench. Swinging one leg over both of hers, you sit so that you're straddling her.

"Oh?" Ellie's surprised brow quirk last mere seconds, immediately replaced by intrigue and need as she grasps your waist. "Maybe I'll play for you more then."

"Please do." You take her face in your hands and rest your forehead against hers. "I mean it, Els. You're so good."

"Sure." Her eyes fall shut as she smiles to herself, her hands running up and down your back slowly, sending goosebumps along your skin. "Anything for you."

You smirk and then force Ellie's eyes to meet yours for a moment before crashing your lips together. Your fingers find their way into her hair as you try to get as close as you possibly can, wanting to feel all of her against you.

Ellie's own hands travel down to your demin-clad butt, giving each cheek a squeeze. You moan and gasp at the delicious feeling of her groping hands that cause a stirring in your stomach. Your mouth is slightly open as she palms you, and she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

"El..." You sigh.

You kiss Ellie back with just as much - if not more enthusiasm, your body starting to heat up and writhe against her. You pull back from her lips, eyes flashing as you voice your eagerness via a husky, "Mm! You're so..."

"What?"

"Fuckin' hot. Just..." You slap your hands over hers on your ass and move them around, adding more pressure. "Keep doing that."

"Whatever you want." Ellie laughs, amused and a little smug, but it is cut off when you dive back in, kissing her again. You leave a few gentle nips on your path along her jaw to her neck, where you start working a bruise into her skin.

A little whimper escapes as Ellie's hands cease their fondling. You are about to protest when you feel her hands slide around to the front of your jeans. She pulls away enough to be able to nudge your cheek with her nose, grabbing your attention.

"Can I?" She asks, her eyes flicking down to where her fingertips are ghosting along the slither of exposed skin above your pants.

"Yeah... fuck, yes, do it."

Ellie smiles, and you expect to hear the familiar sound of your zippper being opened, but instead, an unfamilar voice dampens the passionate moment between you.

"Get a goddamn room! Fuckin' disgusting." The man yells.

Startled, your head snaps in the direction of the voice, finding it easily and frowning. You've never seen this man before. He's standing stockstill watching the both of you, a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. He takes a pull of it and then blows out the smoke before continuing his abuse.

"You gotta be all gross right out here, make us watch."

"Hey." Ellie, knowing you all too well, grips your arms when you move to stand up. "Babe, don't. Just ignore the asshole."

"Fuck, no." You push her hands away and stand up, facing the guy. "What is this prick even doing here? Huh?"

"Listen, bitch, I came out for a smoke, not a fuckin' show."

"Dude." You shoot him a menacing smile. "You need to fuck the fuck off, and when you get there fuck off again."

The man spits on the ground and then heads off, muttering something inaudible under his breath.

"Okay, Els, don't go giving me any shit about ignoring fuckers like that. I didn't go over there and break his nose, so, I'd say I was pretty..." You slowly turn around and find Ellie sitting with her legs wide, a hungry look in her eyes. "...chill."

"I can't lie, that was hot." Ellie pats her legs and juts her chin. "God, I love you."

"Oh, yeah?" Your anger is completely forgotten. You saunter back over to your girlfriend, straddling her once more, and link your hands against the back of her neck. "Does me yelling at ignorant twats..." You press your groin into hers, forcing a little 'ah' from Ellie. "turn you on?" You finish.

"Hm, maybe." Ellie grips your hips and ruts up against you again and again. Your lips meet in a frenzy of teeth, tongues, and gentle nips, as once more, her fingertips brush your stomach and then fall to your zip. "Now, where were we before that rude interruption."

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#my writing #mine #millerswritings #millerswritings/millerstation #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #(sort of) #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tw homophobia

[jensensfanfic]

omg hi can you do prompt #137 with ellie williams’s ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥your writing is sooooo good

TRULY DISTRACTING

pairing: ellie williams x popular!fem!reader

prompt: “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

word count: 800+

warnings: smut, minors dni! - kisses, hickies, needy ellie, jealous ellie, teasing, strap-on, this isn't like full smut jsyk

a/n: thank you so much for the compliment, it means the world. i rarely actually post the smut i write, so i hope y'all like this!

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Ellie is all over you when you arrive home this evening. You were planning on inviting her in any way, but before you have the chance to offer - or even put your keys away - she is rounding on you. She uses your body to slam the door shut as your back collides with it, forcing a sharp gasp from you. Then her lips are on yours, messy and urgent.

It takes a while for you both to leave that space, pressed against the hard surface, Ellie reaching up to unbutton your blouse. Your bag drops unceremoniously onto the floor with a thud, and you kick off your heels, hands sliding around to hold her waist.

You weren't exactly counting the minutes, but it felt like forever before you finally stumbled your way to your room. It was always hard for Ellie to tear herself away from your lips, your arms, or–

A little while later, your back is against silk sheets, your hands striving to latch onto the slippery material. Your breasts have been decorated with love bites. The small, darkening bruises are dotted around, creating what looks like some sort of constellation over your skin. You're sure that if you had a pen, you could link the marks together and match them with some of the stars outside.

Two gentle puffs of air hit each of your nipples in turn, drying the saliva that made them glisten seconds ago. Ellie laps over them once again, then repeats both actions several more times, causing you to drag your bottom lip between your teeth.

Once satisfied, she looks up at you through her lashes and waits for your hooded eyes to meet hers. You then watch her tongue begin the journey from your abdomen, trailing down until they hit your underwear.

Her index and middle fingers hook around both sides of your lacy panties, but she doesn't pull them down yet. Her head moves lower: to the wet spot that has formed on the fabric. She draws her tongue over it, one long stripe over the thin barrier, and then she's gone. Leaning up, she revels in the way you whine and writhe.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."

"Huh?" You glance down, confusion showing in the way the space between your brows is creased.

"I have a test coming up." She whispers, matter-of-factly. "And in class today, you were just sitting there all innocent while the guys were gawking at you. I couldn't focus."

"What?"

"I see the way they look at you." Ellie leans over you, face hovering above yours. "They all want you."

"I–" You try to think of a response, but one of Ellie's hands suddenly tugs at your panties, causing them to bunch up against your weeping hole. "Fuck."

"One flick of your perfect hair, and they all run." She tugs again, and you throw your head back, groaning. "Fuck, seeing them flock to you today, eyeing your perfect tits, your ass... it made me wanna fuck you senseless, right there and then."

Her words are leaving you breathless, and you rub your legs together, needing some friction. "Ellie, please..."

She hadn't noticed the movement before, and when she does, she pins your legs with strong arms. "Look at you. So needy for me." She smirks.

Your eyes pop open, and you whimper when Ellie finally pulls down your panties, drawing them past her nose before throwing them someplace. "Gonna make you scream, baby. Make tonight all you can think about in class from now on. Seems fair since you distracted me today."

"Yesyesyes, please." You try to buck your hips, but her hold is too strong. "I wanna."

"But, what shall I do to you first, hm?" Ellie's eyes don't leave yours for a second, as she glides her tongue through your folds, then flicks your clit, making your back arch. "Use my tongue?" You want to protest when she pulls away, but she quickly swaps her mouth for her thumb. She sucks it into her mouth a little, then slowly pushes into your tight, sloppy wet hole. "My fingers?"

She pulls away again. You're beyond desperate, and you think you could probably come with very minimal effort at this point.

But Ellie continues to tease you with her dirty words. "Actually, I think I want you dripping all over my cock first."

You pause, then prop yourself up on your elbows, eyes searching. You meet Ellie's eyes first, then follow them as she looks down between her legs. She's wearing a strap-on. The fake cock is attached to a harness, underneath her jeans which are opened at the fly. The sight makes you want to drool, and from the way Ellie's lips twitch, you think you probably already are.

"Mmmm." You whine and then let yourself flop back down. "Els, fuck-"

"I know. I know." She runs a hand down your cheek, and then slaps the head of the toy against your clit a few times, enjoying the little 'ah''s that spill from your lips.

"It's okay. I'm gonna take good care of you."

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#mine #my writing #millerswritings #millerswritings/millerstation #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #i am... so nervous to post this ah #honestly the word count is crazy considering how long this took me to write #jfc while i was writing it felt like thousands #i wanted to use a gif of the lil smirk she does in that scene. imagine the lights aren't there lmao

[jensensfanfic]

thinking about ellie x cam girl!reader again.

tiny, tiny drabble thing under the cut. like, really short. warnings too!

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warnings: mentions of a lot of smutty things— paid sex work, latex, tit/pussy worship, strap, oral, creampie, ass play

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thinking about ellie helping the reader film her personal paid content. oiling you up, helping you get dressed, or setting up the background to look all pretty. drawing fake tattoos over your arms for that one viewer who is obsessed with them. laughing with you as you struggle to get into your latex body suit for the dom stuff. and what about when a viewer requests tits or pussy worship. she'd suckle on your nipples, getting them all wet and perky. or, she would help by fucking you with her strap or eating you out beforehand, zooming in on her work after. she'd set up the perfect shot of your weeping cunt, proud of the mess she had made, how sated and relaxed you looked through the viewfinder. her mouth would water as she hit record for your creampie requester, watching as your legs lifted in the air and you clenched your hole before pushing out. she'd be desperate to dive in and lap up the cum that dripped down, down and between your cheeks, your ass twitching as it ran over the untouched hole she so wanted to play with someday. and of course, you always were more than happy to let her clean you up with her tongue after you thanked the buyer, and she switched off the camera.

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more cam girl here ->

CAM GIRL (original/part 1)

CAM GIRL: SPECIAL GUEST (part 2)

#should i write some of this into a full fic idk #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #millerswritings #millerswritings/millerstation

[jensensfanfic]

could you do a protective ellie one shot? like maybe the reader gets hurt and ellie loses her shit on whoever hurt her? thank for considering !

DRAW YOU, DEFEND YOU, OH, AND I LIKE YOU

pairing: student!ellie x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fighting (not much), bullying, mentions of a few minor injuries, reader wears glasses, reader has anxiety

a/n: i'm gonna say you're both around 16/17 in this. school systems confuse me everywhere, so just apply that to whatever year group you'd be in. reader is written as being quite shy and quiet in this one! also, i name the a-hole liam :). hope you like it!

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Unsurprisingly, the news that you were the new kid in class had already travelled well, making it through the entire school within a day. The thing that made this bad news was that everyone's eyes were on you. They were probably waiting to see if you were going to be a spitfire, loud mouth who took nobody's crap, or one of the quiet kids: an easy target.

You were the latter. Quiet, introverted, not used to having more than one friend, but very accustomed to eating alone every lunch.

Nobody bothered you much for the first month or so, but then one guy had seen you eating lunch with a teacher, and now you were the subject of nerd jokes.

You had sat with your Maths professor one time to go over some homework. It had taken longer than expected, and you decided to grab a cereal bar from your bag, your tummy begging for it through growls. This tiny choice had deemed you nerd, teacher's pet, and a plethora of other jokes relating to the fact that you wore glasses.

Then, one day, it escalated. One of the self entitled 'popular' guys had taken a seat in front of you at lunch. He started blabbing on, tossing around the nerd jokes, clearly looking for some kind of response that you refused to give. Even if you wanted to tell him to piss off, you never would because the thought of doing so made your heart race.

You were caught up in your own thoughts, his voice sounding as though he were underwater, when he suddenly bangs his hands down onto the table. You flinch, glancing around, seeing that the movement had caused your drink to spill.

"Crap." You mutter, picking it up before it could get onto your clothes.

"Oh, so you have a voice." The guy says, mockingly as he looks over to his friends, who are all laughing. "The freak actually talks."

"I—" Before you can speak, you see a shadow move over the dining table. Looking up, you're surprised to see that it's Ellie Williams.

Ellie wasn't a quiet kid like you, but she also wasn't a nobody either. You'd seen her with a couple of friends, but you'd also seen her alone, smoking on her way to and from school, or sitting in windows with her guitar or a notepad. Ellie was that girl that no one knew too much about, but they were all curious – mostly about her tattoo since she didn't even attempt to hide it on most days.

Ellie was in a few of your classes, one of which she was seated in front of you. You would sometimes find yourself trying to peek over and look at her sketches she doodled during lessons. She was incredibly talented, once or twice you wanted to compliment her, but then your pounding heart would stop you.

She was also really, really hot, but that was a thought you pushed away, for fear that if someone found out, that would be the next thing you'd be singled out for. Plus, it's not like you would ever tell her.

"Hey, Liam." Now, she was standing next to you, notepad tucked under her arm, one hand pressed against the table. "Back off, okay?"

"Williams? The fuck do you want?"

"I want you to leave the girl alone." She glances at you, and you immediately cast your eyes down. "Go fuck with someone else."

Liam scoffs and then goes back to his friends, flipping Ellie off as he walks away.

"Jesus." Ellie refills his seat, plopping down with a grunt. "Sorry about him. He's a dick. Hard to believe he used to be kinda cool. Anyway... Are you good?"

"Uh..." She waits patiently for your answer, and you gather quickly that she's not planning on leaving until she gets one. "Yeah... thanks."

"Cool." She stands again. "See you around."

You mutter a 'bye', but she is already halfway across the dining hall, shooting a glare at Liam's table as she goes.

Over the next few weeks, Ellie comes to your defence several more times. She tells you how sick she is getting hearing Liam and his friends torment you.

"I just... don't really care. If I react, it'll just make it worse. I can handle it." You momentarily realise that Ellie has gotten more words out of you than anyone else since you'd transferred here to Jackson Academy.

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have to deal with it. Tell 'em to fuck off." Ellie sighs then, loudly. "Hey, you wanna get lunch together today?"

"What, so you can sit there like a bodyguard or something?"

"Maybe." Ellie laughs, grabbing her things, along with your own bag. "Come on."

"Uh, okay..."

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After you've eaten everything, Ellie pulls out her sketchbook while you tap away at a game on your phone. You watch her squint and twist her head, concentrated on whatever it is she's drawing.

"You know..." You remind yourself that Ellie has called you her friend many times, and she defended you, so she's not going to lash out or anything... you decide to bat the anxiety away for a second. "You're really talented. I've seen a little of what you've drawn here and there and... it's really good."

Ellie's pencil stops, and she looks up at you through her lashes. "Really?" She smiles and then looks up fully. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You feel the spread of heat on your cheeks and rest your head in your hands in an attempt to hide it. "So, uh, what're you drawing?"

"You." Ellie answers instantly.

You blanch. "What?"

"That's okay?"

"No, it's fine. Just, uh– why me?"

"Your face." Ellie pauses again and drops a pencil into her case, swapping it for a slightly thinner one. "It's interesting."

"Interesting?" You feel a drop in your stomach, you anxiety ridden brain immediately thinking of the worst case scenario - that maybe this was an elaborate plan to mock you and—

"Pretty." Ellie sees the panic and diminishes in a word.

"Huh?"

"I meant you have a pretty face, and I wanted to draw it. Okay?" She chuckles softly, pushing her pencil into her hair bun and then reaching over to touch your arm. "Chill."

"Right... uh–"

"What's going on here, ladies?" You are once again met with the sight of Liam's annoying face. He stands inches away, obnoxiously smacking his lips as he chews on some gum. "Aw, you two pals now? Or..." He wiggles his brows, and then you realise that Ellie's hand is still on yours, and he's looking right at them.

Years of pent-up frustration fill your chest, and you stand suddenly, your chair scraping along the floor and creating an ugly sound that makes you cringe. "Liam, for fuck sake, can you just... leave me the hell alone."

"Ooh, the kitten has claws. Did Williams tell you to–"

"Shut up!" You yell, gaining the attention of a few more students as they look on and listen in. "Just fuck off. Go smoke a joint or jack off with you buddies, whatever the fuck. Just get lost."

You tap Ellie on the shoulder, who raises her brows in question. "Wanna go?"

"Uh, yeah." She gathers her pad and pencils and stands with you, looking a little impressed. "Let's go."

Before you can make even a couple of steps, you trip over something and go tumbling to the ground. Unfortunately, your elbow and chin take most of the fall, but you ignore it for a moment to twist and find the source of what happened.

Liam is standing above you, his foot still frozen mid-air, and he actually looks surprised. For a second, you think maybe he regrets tripping you, but then his friends are all cheering. He looks back and forth between them and then echoes their laughter, but it sounds forced - and you should know, he'd laughed around or in front of you a lot by this point.

"Are you okay?" You hadn't even noticed Ellie kneeling at your side.

You look up at her and nod, but upon seeing your face fully, she switches from concerned to pissed off. She abruptly stands, and you follow her movement until she is nearing Liam. You notice her fist is clenched, and before you can scramble up to stop her, it connects with Liam's face.

She shakes her hand after, flexing her fingers and looking down at where he now sits on the floor. "Asshole."

The next day, you meet Ellie on the bleachers before school. "So, what's the damage? Detention?"

"Yeah, every day for a couple of weeks. But it was worth it."

"Not really. Haven't you had like a perfect record before this."

Ellie nods, and you sigh. "Ellie..."

"What? It's done, I can't take it back."

"Why did you have to hit him?" You gently prod your bruised chin, the dull ache less painful and more annoying.

"Literally, you ask me that question as you flinch and poke around your fat bruise. I fucking hit him because he hurt you."

"Ugh, it's not that bad."

Ellie rolls her eyes. "That's not the point. I don't know if you've noticed, but over the past few weeks, I've gotten kind of attached to you."

"Um..." You frown, not quite believing what you just heard, but something blooms in your stomach, sends a wave of tingles up your arms and legs. "Okay. I... don't know what to say to that."

"It's pretty simple, my oblivious friend. I've had my eye on you since you enrolled in this crappy fuckin' school. Everytime that stupid fuck said something to you I wanted to hit him. And then when you were on the floor and I saw you were hurt... I wanted to rip his face off."

"Jesus, Ellie."

"What can I say? Maybe I have some anger issues. The point is... I finished your drawing."

"What? I-" You're so confused that you laugh. "How does a drawing conclude your point in this conversation?"

"Take a look." Ellie smiles, smug, but with a hint of nervousness. She points to her notebook between you, and you take it. Flipping through the pages, you search for your drawing, and when you find it, you blush right away. "So?"

Your hand glides down the page. Ellie has drawn you with your head resting on your hand during lunch, one hand on your phone. She has even drawn the name of the game you were playing in that moment. Underneath, your name, followed by your name.

'I always thought it was kinda weird to gift someone a drawing of their own face... anyway I like you. Can I buy you dinner sometime? —Ellie :)'

You pluck the pencil from her ear and find a new page. You scribble for a minute or so, and Ellie is impatient, tapping her foot on the metal seats.

When you're done, you turn the sketchbook around. Ellie quickly reads it and then grins.

In big letters you had written, 'YES'.

Then, underneath, in much smaller writing:

'(Also, I think you're really, really hot.)'

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#jackson academy.... just came out #but i kinda like it #anyways it's almost 6am as i post this #so pls be kind even it turned out shit haha #but i really hope it's not and that you like it! #my writing #mine #millerswritings/millerstation #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #protective!ellie #tw fighting #tw bullying #((i'm very bad at title)) #lmk what you think #reblogs help!!