Ellie x reader is very girly, wears a lot of dresses and pink, maryjane shoes and stufff. And she’s like the sweetest shy person in Jackson. Uhh and smut because I adore your smut fics.
──── # 1.9k ◞ ୨ৎ prettiest girl i’ve ever seen ♥︎ 🍼 ࣪ ִ jackson! ellie, sweetheart! reader, smut, praise kink, reader is relatively shy, already dating au, ellie is soft around reader only, reader is referred to as either bunny or angel, etc.
“baby,” ellie’s voice broke your concentration, mascara wand fumbling in your hand. a huff left you, a soft and cute pout coming to rest on your lips. “you don’t gotta get all dolled up just because we’re going out on patrol—“ another huff and ellie finally stopped talking. she looked up from where her hands were fiddling with her pocketknife.
cleaning it with a cloth gently. she flicked it shut as she noticed the expression written on your face. it was adorable, of course, and it made her want to kiss that makeup right off. make that mascara run down your cheeks, and smear that lipgloss right off your pretty mouth. she snorted softly, standing.
sauntering over to her girlfriend, she leaned down to look at you. squatting just beside you, she admired the side of your face as you continued applying your mascara. making sure it was the perfect amount to accentuate your lashes without looking clumpy—giving that big doe eyes affect. “i like my makeup.”
“i know sugar,” she murmured, resting her hand on your thigh; fingers grazing the edge of your white stockings. “but you take so long to get ready. some of us have got places to be.” her voice was gentle, and you knew she was right.
after all, you should have woke up earlier in order to get ready. however, you being in ellie’s warm embrace didn’t help urge your legs any more than it simply urged you to stay in bed. “can you give me just five more minutes?” you pleaded, batting your now mascara coated lashes towards her. “i just need to powder my face and then i’ll be done.”
ellie chuckled, squeezing the flesh of your thigh before standing back up fully.
“of course, bun,” she said, patting your head as she began to run her hand down in slow gentle strokes. “take your time.”
it was summer in Jackson, Wyoming. meaning that you could finally retire the thick winter jackets and pull back out your baby doll dresses—the ones you adored so much. ones that ellie always complimented you in and then completely destroyed your pussy in at night. you smirked to yourself at the thought, tugging on the dress and admiring yourself in the mirror.
your black maryjane’s matched well with it if you did say yourself. “wow, well aren’t you a sight to see?” ellie smiled, crossing her arms as she approached you from behind. her arms came to wrap around your middle, pulling you back into her as she leaned down to your neck.
“you tryna distract me or somethin’?”
“maybe.”
“well, it’s workin’,” she whispered gruffly, placing small chaste kisses to your neck, your head lolling to the side to give her further access. ellie smiled, absolutely grinning against your skin. “you shouldn’t even wear stuff like this if we’re goin’ on patrol. gotta dress protective—“ you cut her off by turning around.
wrapping your arms around her neck, you smiled softly up at your girlfriend. “you protect me,” you stated it in a mater of fact tone, “so, i don’t have to worry.”
ellie debated on your words before rolling her eyes and pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.
“you’re too cute, angel,” she said softly, “always got me agreeing with your dumb logic.”
“dumb?”
she nodded, leaning in this time to press a kiss to your lips. of course you returned it, allowing your fingers to card through her short auburn strands. “yeah, dumb,” she hummed into your mouth. “but you’re right. i’ll protect my girl, don’t worry. dress how you want. you don’t gotta worry about nothin’ with me, baby doll.”
resisting the urge to push you down onto her bed and rip your clothes off, ellie simply kissed you once more before pulling back and licking her lips.
“strawberry, yeah?”
you nodded, “mhm, my favorite.”
“i know, princess,” ellie took your hand in her’s, lacing your fingers together. “let’s go.”
ellie led you to the stables, her hand in yours the entire way. receiving stares while walking through Jackson had become normal. everyone saw ellie one way or another—either was some men devil or someone who simply just didn’t care. however, you saw her in a completely different light.
warm, soft, and gentle. like basking sunlight after swimming. she was the gentle touch of summer after a harsh winter, and the feel of rain in dry grass after a drought.
everyone saw you as shy. you didn’t talk to anyone else besides ellie and her friends—occasionally making small talk when you had to, of course. other than that, you spent almost all of your time with ellie. she was your safe space, after all. she accepted your behaviors. wanting to be dolled up 24/7, and wanting to be taken care of like a pampered princess.
despite her groans about doing so, she would show that she genuinely wanted to take care of you in the way you craved. ellie liked the feeling of owning something or someone. when she got to take care of you, it was almost like she owned you in a weird way. maybe in an obsessive way?
needless to say, she liked it.
she guided shimmer out of her stall, patting the horse on the side as she shuffled her hooves against the haw strewn floor. “c’mon, babe,” she beckoned you with a wave of her hand, and you were immediately sauntering towards her.
like a moth to a flame—like a dog to its owner. tail wagging.
“let’s get you up there.” grabbing your waist, she helped hoist you onto shimmer’s saddle before following in suit. her hips pressed against you from behind, her arms coming to wrap around your waist like they had earlier. you wished you could say you had gotten used to this after the amount of times you had been on patrol with ellie.
but, you didn’t. it was always.. spine shivering and toe curling every time. she would rest her chin on your shoulder and gently guide her horse out of the barn and towards the gates, free hand cupping a handful of your thigh.
she always did this—touching you wherever and whenever. it was her sign of ownership. like a yes, i own her. no, you can’t touch her, type of deal. “y’know, you’re too pretty to be going on patrol,” she said finally, lips brushing against your ear.
“you’ll get your dress dirty if anything happens.”
“s’okay, i wanna go with you,” you replied, leaning your back against her chest. ellie hummed in content, waving to the guards on top of the wall as they hoped down to push open the gates. “i don’t like when you go out there without me.”
your girlfriend raised a brow. “do you now? how come?” she questioned.
“you know why,” a pout graced your lips again. “what if something happened to you?”
ellie simply shrugged. “my little secret isn’t so secretive anymore, but you’re worried i might die is what you’re saying, yeah?” you nodded, knowing what she was referring to. it was like your own little private moment where she acknowledged the secret she had finally let you in on just months ago.
that she was immune. it stunned you at first, of course, but she had told you as a way to ease your worries. sure, it worked at first because now you knew that if she got bit or breathed spores, she’d okay—but, that didn’t negate the fear you felt when she talked about being surprised by raiders.
she wasn’t immune to people trying to kill her. so, despite her special circumstances, you still pressed to join her on patrol. even joel, of all people, was easily agreeable. he thought it would be better if ellie had someone who knew her in and out. even if it wasn’t him.
“els, i just wanna protect you, too.” you frowned.
ellie rolled her eyes and hugged you snuggly against her. her hand roamed your thigh, “i don’t need you protectin’ me baby,” she murmured. “just need you to sit there and look pretty for me, ‘kay?”
a shiver ran up your spine as shimmer entered the green forest. the sun began to beat down warmly, creating a nice calm and serene ambience around you two. ellie’s fingers brushed against your inner thigh, toying with the skin.
she smiled.
“it’d be nice to come home from patrol and see my sweet bunny all curled up in my sheets,” she continued, imagining you in her bed with a pillow between your bare thighs. “all naked and waiting for me.” her voice practically came out as a purr against your neck.
“yeah? you want me to be like what—? a stay at home wife?” you lifted your hand and gestured to your ring finger. “i don’t see a rock, do you?”
ellie’s eyes widened as she stared at your empty finger and then she laughed. one that made her sound younger and more full of life. “where am i supposed to get a ring in a place like this?” she joked, reaching out to grab your hand. “c’mon, you’re already my pretty wife.”
you pouted, but her words made you putty in her hands. “whatever.” you murmured, rolling your eyes sarcastically; to which ellie chuckled again.
“i’m serious,” she said again, her hand leaving yours to continue its roam of your thighs. she pushed her hand beneath you dress and cupped your cunt, pressing forward on your back. with her leaning on you a little, you felt your pussy grind on her palm. “you’ll always have been and always will be my pretty wife.”
her thumb brushed against your clit, circling gently as she toyed with you. biting your bottom lip, you closed you eyes. “we’re supposed to be paying attention to our surroundings.” you reminded her. ellie smirked, pressing harder on your most sensitive area.
“i already told you that you’re too distracting.” she kissed your neck.
a ripple of warmth passed through you as you leaned your head to the side, needy shooting up your spine sharp and hard. ellie noticed the effect she was having on you, and decided to go further.
she played with the edge of your cotton underwear before sliding her fingers beneath them. the tips of her fingers met the wetness of your cunt and gently slid through your folds.
“e-els, hey—!”
“shhh,” she cooed, steering shimmer with her free hand. another slow and torturous drag, her lips moving against your neck, and her thumb against your clit. “let me take advantage of this.”
she continued her ministrations before sticking two fingers inside, beginning to pump them in and out. you sighed, biting you bottom lip to keep your moans and whimpers contained. soon enough, your body began to move on its own as she worked you.
your hips rolled, riding her fingers like you were in desperate need for release. ellie chuckled as she watched you, riding her fingers like a little horny bunny. it was adorable.
“look at you,” she laughed lightly behind you. “riding my fingers like a pretty angel.” another chaste kiss to your cheek.
she trailed down to your jaw. “needa cum, yeah? go ahead, bunny. cum for me.”
the release is sweet and imminent. crashing over you like a warm wave that made you lean back against her chest as your thighs shook.
“i should wear this more on patrol.” you murmured, smiling softly.
ellie cocked her head to the side, “oh yeah? you wanna keep teasing me?”
“i want you to keep using me.”
“bunny, i’ll use you regardless of what you’re wearing,” she murmured, “even if it’s nothing.”
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