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they need to invent a running away & never coming back that doesn’t affect your life

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ok the twt links are up. very nervous for some reason! i just hope it’s okay because i’m very annoyed i couldn’t find many diverse clips.

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ELLIE WILLIAMS TWT LINKS ♱

hi all. i must confess i have never made something like this before but i bookmark any video i come across that reminds me off ellie or inspires me to write something, so... + i tried my best to find clips that were inclusive of different body types and skin tones but it's frustratingly difficult to find diversity in these clips, i’m very sorry that they aren’t diverse. these videos aren’t intended to be super close to the character or viewer, more about the positions and acts and how it makes me think of the character. anyhow, abby videos next?

CONTENT WARNING ; these links lead to literal porn (on twitter). these videos include things like strap usage (r!r), tribbing, fingering (r!r), titty sucking, oral (r!r). one of my descriptions includes a light somnophilia mention (being woken up to sex). all dom!ellie.

𓂃♡ reverse cowgirl. this video is a classic and i’m sure most have seen it; the girl literally has ellie’s tattoo. not much to say, other than i do believe ellie would be that handsy. she could lie there mesmerised for hours, watching your greedy hole suck in her strap.

𓂃♡ fingering you in the middle of the night. a quick fuck to make your brain fuzzy enough to get to sleep. holding down your squirmy body, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows because she means business.

𓂃♡ grinding on her. ellie loving your weight on her lap, lips latching onto your breast as you rock against her. imagine it’s in the house you grew up in, unsuspecting family in the next room over. ellie always did take risks.

𓂃♡ and 𓂃♡. ellie loves missionary. as a tits lover, ellie prefers the positions they’re most accessible to her in. when you’re on your back, she finds it so easy to give you the best fuck possible. your tits bounce enticingly and it encourages her to go faster, deeper, and harder.

𓂃♡ fingering you agonisingly slow. ellie is in no rush at all. sure, you may be close to blubbering teary pleas for her to hurry up after a little while, but that’s part of the fun. feeling your gummy walls tightening on her finger is something to savour.

𓂃♡ again, teasing you before she finally slips her cock in, and fucking you as nice and deep and slow as she can. ellie loves to go deep. watching your eyes roll back, pretty lips parting perfectly for her to push her tongue between as she fucks you. moving her hips flush against your own with precision.

𓂃♡ fingering you before patrol. on a freezing winter morning, an awfully early five o’clock start to your day… an abrupt waking—cold, slender fingers sliding into your panties.

𓂃♡ how ellie will throw you into any position without a care in the world. she knows no matter how fucked out you are, you’ll still be a good girl and ride her if she made you. taking a break from drilling into you just to feel you grind the base of the strap against her clit—fucking up into you every so often, wrapping her arms around your waist to keep you from getting away…

𓂃♡ and 𓂃♡ she is absolutely, completely obsessed with eating pussy. sloppy and slow because she just adores your taste.

𓂃♡ bonus; how farm!ellie likes for you to sit on her lap.. nothin’ else to say, i love farm!ellie and i really need her :(

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PLEASE POST THE ELLIE TWITTER LINKS

hahahaha they're scheduled in around an hour. are you desperately trying to edge rn???

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Im a professional sweetheart

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i really want to make ellie so mad at me. pissed. off. i wanna be trying to crawl away and being pulled right back over her lap. i wanna cry and squirm and make it so much harder for her to spank me that she struggles to watch how rough she's being. big, angry marks on my ass left behind in the shape of her hand. oh my god.

i only just got here but i feel as though i've revealed myself to be a very strangely horny person, sorry i'm probably just on your feed with this stuff all the time.

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in the spur of the moment (very horny) i put together a list of ellie twt links. i’ve never posted twt links before so lmk! i’ll post it in a few hours xx

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is anyone else as tender-hearted as i am that they can't watch asmr where the person is jokingly being mean? i know they're trying to be funny but damn, i'm watching this to relax. 😭

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letting pervy!loser!ellie touch you for the first time… inspired by this post. mdni. cw  ;  inexperienced!ellie,  loser!ellie,  perv!ellie  adjacent.  tit  play.  thigh  riding. for some reason, this is longer than i intended.

subtlety was never ellie's best natural ability. no, really, it's not. walking into poles on the footpath, laughing too loud when she shouldn't—especially if it was something you said—and well, it's mainly you that voids her of subtlety. ellie isn't the wisest, and when she's crushing hard, her brain dissolves into fucking mush.

ellie's never felt so... nasty. when it comes to you, she has the most utterly insane thoughts imaginable. she's even thought about trying to steal a pair of panties out of your laundry hamper, but knew she couldn't pull it off clean enough.

when she sees something she likes, ellie can't help it. can you blame her? you had to know what you were doing to her, surely... that tank top looks like a second skin on your body, it's obvious you aren't wearing a bra either. the outlines of your nipples are prominent, the low neck of the tank revealing a fucking heavenly amount of cleavage. considering ellie's only had her imagination to go off—and she's been imagining what your body looks like naked—this is the closest she's ever got.

of course, what ellie wants to do right now is take a picture and let this last forever. but what she wants to do even more, is pin you down against the couch and take a proper look for herself. ha, as if.

this poor baby. she's been staring for so long, thinking you won't notice. of course you noticed! she's working herself up so much, shifting and squirming in her seat, trying to subtly press her hand between her thighs, and her eyes dart from the tv to your tits over and over.

it's a little tricky to decide how to act in response. she's your friend, and she just looks so worked up that you can't help feeling a little bad, almost like you owe her some for being the cause of her current issue. and she's vehemently reassured you that she's totally fine, just a little hot every time you've asked if she's alright.

"els?"

this time, when ellie looks over at you, prepared to force herself to make eye contact only, she unfortunately fails immediately. because you're holding your top up.

her face feels on fire, red filling her cheeks. she gasps upon initial reaction, but she still doesn't flinch or look away. she's practically stuck. that doesn't stop her from stammering a concerned question, though.

"how— why— would you do this?"

"oh." you tilt your head, drawing your lip between your teeth. the lip biting, your doe eyes, and your current state of indecency, it has ellie fucked over. "i just, i guess i noticed you were staring n' i felt like i owed you a look!"

"ohh." no, ellie doesn't understand you at all right now, but that doesn't make her ungrateful. she's trying not to act on pussy-whipped sentiments, but it's extremely hard. and what does she say in response? "you got.. niiiice boobs."

"thank you."

"can i..." ellie trails off, wiping her sweaty hands over her jean-clad thighs. "can i touch?"

her voice broke saying that, and she feels ridiculous. but you? you've never had a girl be genuinely nervous to touch you before.

"of course you can," you murmur, feeling warmth spread into both your face and panties. "i want you to."

"okay." you don't think you've ever heard ellie sound like this before. but she's reeling. you want her to do this. "i've never touched.. a girl before, never touched any boobs before, sorry."

"oh, reaaally?" you ask, giggling. somehow that only made your panties dampen more. "it's okay! just c'monn..."

"yeah, okay." ellie nods as if to psyche herself up, and then she moves closer to you. she makes sure, one more time, that her hands aren't clammy, before cupping your breasts.

she takes pretty firm handfuls, and her hands are shaky but so warm. ellie herself has to bite back a whimper, feeling your plushness in her palms. your skin is soft as silk. she's slow with it at first, massaging the supple flesh with slender fingers. the longer it goes on for, the more she discovers she really, really loves it.

ellie starts squeezing. she's hit gold when she brushes her thumbs over your nipples, because your entire body shivers. she lets out a shaky laugh before rolling the hardened buds beneath her callouses, watching you start to breathe a bit heavier. she experiments; pulling, tugging, pinching. she's squeezing your tits so roughly, pulling on your nipples a little too hard and yet when she does so, it makes you moan.

prettiest sound on earth. need to hear that more. ellie wants to hear that in her freaking dreams at night.

this feels like a dream altogether.

ellie doesn't really have any concept of gentle versus rough. she's plainly new to this and just a little over-excited. especially when you start to whimper. she's gone when she notices you start to rock your hips against the air, and she licks her dry lips.

"h-hey, come.. sit.. on my lap if you want..."

when you do, and ellie feels your thighs squeeze around her own, she feels her breathing speed up. she has her crush perched on her lap, grinding against her leg, and she's playing with your tits.

you drag your clothed cunt over ellie's thigh, back and forth. to hold yourself up you grab her by the shoulders and hold your top up between your teeth so ellie doesn't have to worry about a thing. you only want her to have the most perfect time manhandling your tits, so you'll be good and make sure your body is completely readily accessible to her.

"ellie, ellie!"

said girl is completely winded. she's wide-eyed, looking up at you like you aren't even real. you're squeaking out her name so sweetly, she's starting to think she won't make it. all this blood is rushing downwards and she can feel her pussy throbbing against her boxers. it feels like she's going to pass out.

"w-what's wrong?"

"nothingggggg, just keep doing that, s'feels sooo nice."

"oh! okay." honestly, ellie was also not so confident in her abilities. so to know that she is, somehow, making you feel actual pleasure? she's ecstatic. can't stop grinning so dumbly, bouncing her knee to stimulate you further.

and the way that your tits bounce right in front of her face? it's just so erotic. ellie relishes in the sounds of your weak whining, the fact that you're starting to sweat a little, and panting like a puppy.

"you're so fuckin' cute," ellie rasps, looking up at you. "you're doing so, so good."

now, ellie is no expert, her only 'training' is just the copious amounts of porn she's watched (and pretended was you and her). but she can tell you're getting close.

she also thought she'd be a little more suave with her words. she's trying so hard, yet for some reason no good dirty talk can make its way out. it's just getting stuck, as if she's really afraid to say it.

your orgasm builds up so fast. you hadn't even intended for it, but it hit you like a freight train. so hard and fast that when you cum, you pull ellie close and effectively suffocate her against your chest (by accident, of course), squeezing her tight whilst high moans and shrill gasps leave your mouth.

you slowly come down from the high, now panting into ellie's ear.

finally, she feels brave enough to speak up. that doesn't stop her voice from cracking, however, her shock evident. bless her.

"th–that's a good girl."

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me if i was living in zaun and trying to figure out if it was sevika or the enforcers knocking at my door

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Vamp!Caitlyn who is infatuated with treating captive reader like an experiment. She just hardly understands the complexity of the human experience and with you stuck in her dungeon like a pretty ornamentation, might as well put you to use! She'll ask you all sorts of strange questions to try and understand you better. "Did you enjoy your freedom? Were you ever truly free?" "Do you still trust in your faith even after all this time of being failed by it?" And beyond bizarre, impressionistic questions, she'll use your body like a physical investigation. Starving you of both food and humanity, seeing if you'd lose your sanity or if you'd beg your captor for some affection and care. Observing you on the brink of losing it was so entertaining for her. After all the time of keeping you hungered for all sorts of necessities, she'd bring you to her quarters and whisper more absurd questions, slowly coercing you into letting her take a feast from your blood. "I freed you out of those bounding chains, didn't I? Don't I deserve some sort of thank you?" Eventually, you'd comply and nod, moving your ragged hair out the way and giving her space to dig her fangs into your virgin neck for the first time but definitely not the last.

@kaykeryyy

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letting pervy!loser!ellie touch you for the first time… inspired by this post. mdni. cw  ;  inexperienced!ellie,  loser!ellie,  perv!ellie  adjacent.  tit  play.  thigh  riding. for some reason, this is longer than i intended.

subtlety was never ellie's best natural ability. no, really, it's not. walking into poles on the footpath, laughing too loud when she shouldn't—especially if it was something you said—and well, it's mainly you that voids her of subtlety. ellie isn't the wisest, and when she's crushing hard, her brain dissolves into fucking mush.

ellie's never felt so... nasty. when it comes to you, she has the most utterly insane thoughts imaginable. she's even thought about trying to steal a pair of panties out of your laundry hamper, but knew she couldn't pull it off clean enough.

when she sees something she likes, ellie can't help it. can you blame her? you had to know what you were doing to her, surely... that tank top looks like a second skin on your body, it's obvious you aren't wearing a bra either. the outlines of your nipples are prominent, the low neck of the tank revealing a fucking heavenly amount of cleavage. considering ellie's only had her imagination to go off—and she's been imagining what your body looks like naked—this is the closest she's ever got.

of course, what ellie wants to do right now is take a picture and let this last forever. but what she wants to do even more, is pin you down against the couch and take a proper look for herself. ha, as if.

this poor baby. she's been staring for so long, thinking you won't notice. of course you noticed! she's working herself up so much, shifting and squirming in her seat, trying to subtly press her hand between her thighs, and her eyes dart from the tv to your tits over and over.

it's a little tricky to decide how to act in response. she's your friend, and she just looks so worked up that you can't help feeling a little bad, almost like you owe her some for being the cause of her current issue. and she's vehemently reassured you that she's totally fine, just a little hot every time you've asked if she's alright.

"els?"

this time, when ellie looks over at you, prepared to force herself to make eye contact only, she unfortunately fails immediately. because you're holding your top up.

her face feels on fire, red filling her cheeks. she gasps upon initial reaction, but she still doesn't flinch or look away. she's practically stuck. that doesn't stop her from stammering a concerned question, though.

"how— why— would you do this?"

"oh." you tilt your head, drawing your lip between your teeth. the lip biting, your doe eyes, and your current state of indecency, it has ellie fucked over. "i just, i guess i noticed you were staring n' i felt like i owed you a look!"

"ohh." no, ellie doesn't understand you at all right now, but that doesn't make her ungrateful. she's trying not to act on pussy-whipped sentiments, but it's extremely hard. and what does she say in response? "you got.. niiiice boobs."

"thank you."

"can i..." ellie trails off, wiping her sweaty hands over her jean-clad thighs. "can i touch?"

her voice broke saying that, and she feels ridiculous. but you? you've never had a girl be genuinely nervous to touch you before.

"of course you can," you murmur, feeling warmth spread into both your face and panties. "i want you to."

"okay." you don't think you've ever heard ellie sound like this before. but she's reeling. you want her to do this. "i've never touched.. a girl before, never touched any boobs before, sorry."

"oh, reaaally?" you ask, giggling. somehow that only made your panties dampen more. "it's okay! just c'monn..."

"yeah, okay." ellie nods as if to psyche herself up, and then she moves closer to you. she makes sure, one more time, that her hands aren't clammy, before cupping your breasts.

she takes pretty firm handfuls, and her hands are shaky but so warm. ellie herself has to bite back a whimper, feeling your plushness in her palms. your skin is soft as silk. she's slow with it at first, massaging the supple flesh with slender fingers. the longer it goes on for, the more she discovers she really, really loves it.

ellie starts squeezing. she's hit gold when she brushes her thumbs over your nipples, because your entire body shivers. she lets out a shaky laugh before rolling the hardened buds beneath her callouses, watching you start to breathe a bit heavier. she experiments; pulling, tugging, pinching. she's squeezing your tits so roughly, pulling on your nipples a little too hard and yet when she does so, it makes you moan.

prettiest sound on earth. need to hear that more. ellie wants to hear that in her freaking dreams at night.

this feels like a dream altogether.

ellie doesn't really have any concept of gentle versus rough. she's plainly new to this and just a little over-excited. especially when you start to whimper. she's gone when she notices you start to rock your hips against the air, and she licks her dry lips.

"h-hey, come.. sit.. on my lap if you want..."

when you do, and ellie feels your thighs squeeze around her own, she feels her breathing speed up. she has her crush perched on her lap, grinding against her leg, and she's playing with your tits.

you drag your clothed cunt over ellie's thigh, back and forth. to hold yourself up you grab her by the shoulders and hold your top up between your teeth so ellie doesn't have to worry about a thing. you only want her to have the most perfect time manhandling your tits, so you'll be good and make sure your body is completely readily accessible to her.

"ellie, ellie!"

said girl is completely winded. she's wide-eyed, looking up at you like you aren't even real. you're squeaking out her name so sweetly, she's starting to think she won't make it. all this blood is rushing downwards and she can feel her pussy throbbing against her boxers. it feels like she's going to pass out.

"w-what's wrong?"

"nothingggggg, just keep doing that, s'feels sooo nice."

"oh! okay." honestly, ellie was also not so confident in her abilities. so to know that she is, somehow, making you feel actual pleasure? she's ecstatic. can't stop grinning so dumbly, bouncing her knee to stimulate you further.

and the way that your tits bounce right in front of her face? it's just so erotic. ellie relishes in the sounds of your weak whining, the fact that you're starting to sweat a little, and panting like a puppy.

"you're so fuckin' cute," ellie rasps, looking up at you. "you're doing so, so good."

now, ellie is no expert, her only 'training' is just the copious amounts of porn she's watched (and pretended was you and her). but she can tell you're getting close.

she also thought she'd be a little more suave with her words. she's trying so hard, yet for some reason no good dirty talk can make its way out. it's just getting stuck, as if she's really afraid to say it.

your orgasm builds up so fast. you hadn't even intended for it, but it hit you like a freight train. so hard and fast that when you cum, you pull ellie close and effectively suffocate her against your chest (by accident, of course), squeezing her tight whilst high moans and shrill gasps leave your mouth.

you slowly come down from the high, now panting into ellie's ear.

finally, she feels brave enough to speak up. that doesn't stop her voice from cracking, however, her shock evident. bless her.

"th–that's a good girl."

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i cannot stop thinking about her. expect this and more. 💀

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posting the long version of this later. much love

simply can’t stop, won’t stop thinking about poor loser!ellie being distracted by a tight tank top all day, her eyes drifting to your cleavage constantly and her cheeks turning crimson every time, as if she’s guilty for perving on you so disgracefully… then eliminating said guilt by pulling the top up and just flashing her. letting her see exactly what has been itching at her this whole time… the first time she’ll ever get to play with another girl’s tits and she’s so excited she can’t stop squeezing and tugging them a little too hard but it’s okay because you moaned anyway ♡

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I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like

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i just made this blog and it seems like a bad time. i’ve been lurking for a while in tlou/arcane communities but didn’t see lots of drama or people getting hate until now. it’s really sad. i’ve never seen this much hatred and disrespect for fic writers in any other fandom. i even remember a little while back the arcane/tlou fandoms were pretty accepting when i was only casually lurking.

we are losing fandom culture. we’re losing the specific rules that made fandom fun—don’t like, don’t read. ship and let ship. dead dove do not eat. everyone is suddenly pro-censorship. it’s.. strange. when we come across things we don’t like, we have the ability to ignore it and move on. it really is that simple. i’m confused. why is it necessary to throw hate around? it’s intimidating. this should be a fun space.

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do you ever think about dead versions of yourself that are fossilized in someone else's mind