God, Ellie has so much anger inside of her. Ever since she saw Joel kill that soldier, there’s been this little spark of revenge that’s slowly been growing bigger and bigger. It comes out in ways that could seem like just her being a kid, like asking for a gun, or the “you get him?” comment when she asks about Joel’s scar. And then comes the scene with the infected trapped under the rubble. You think she’s afraid at first, with the way she freezes.
Then she realizes it’s trapped, and she gets closer. And you’re like, “what? what is she doing?”
And then you see her face.
That is not the face of somebody who’s afraid.
Ellie is furious. She lost Riley to these things, and now Tess as well, and she wants it dead. And personally I can’t wait to see where they take it, because this is only the beginning of Ellie’s warpath, and she’s got a long, long road ahead of her.
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hi there !! i saw you were in need of requests so i was wondering if i could request ellie x reader with a hand kink? maybe with a splurge of choking in there as well? i’m so obsessed with ellie’s hands omfg they’re just so pretty and i just KNOW her hands would make for the best necklace ever <3
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader.
warnings: smut! choking kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, praising, dom/top!ellie, sub/bottom!reader, overstimulation, use of feminine nicknames, a few hints of degradation if you squint.
note: you’re so so right omg hello!! i could just kiss your genius genius brain right this nanosecond! the hippocampus section of my brain is filled with just images of ellie’s tattoo and her veiny hands alone!!! (´ω`*)
“Ellie, s’too much!”
Already sensitive from completing two orgasms, Ellie continued to rock your exposed pussy against her jean-clad thigh. Electric shockwaves traveled through the coarse of your nervous system as you writhed beneath her strong grip, only causing her to tighten her grasp on your hips.
“Poor baby,” Ellie tsked in a fake sympathetic tone, one of her hands coming up to grasp your chin as she continued her assault on your puffy clit; your dizzy head involuntarily leaving the crevice of Ellie’s neck and instead meeting her pair of haunting green irises. “weren’t you just begging me to take care of your achy cunt? Now you’re whining about how you can’t take it.”
All you could do was release an incoherent mewl from the depths of your shaky throat, your eyelids becoming severely heavy from the familiar feeling of euphoric bliss on the near horizon bubbling inside you yet again.
Ellie’s hand advanced to the span of your neck, wrapping her  digits around the extent of it. “Come on, honey. Always so good f’me, aren’t you? Give me one more. Please. Just one more. Make a mess all over my thigh, know you can do it.”
The slight pressure Ellie was putting on your windpipe mixed with her words was enough to send you over the edge and stars to cloud your vision; sensitive bundle of nerves rocking against the seam of her pants perfectly.
A string of moans and incomprehensible babbling left your bitten raw lips, body shaking uncontrollably as Ellie guided you through your mind-numbing feeling of ecstasy.
“That’s it. Look at you.” She cooed, her veiny hand still wrapped around the expand of your neck as she scooped her other middle and ring fingers beneath you to collect your juices; the contact making you twitch in her clutch with a gasp.
Shoving her digits into your awaiting mouth to clean up the mess you had made, your tongue caressed and traveled the length of her mesmerizing fingers as Ellie gazed at you in utter admiration and awe. “My good fucking girl.”
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