#greedy williams

[luvingsolace]

Nico di Angelo arrived at Gaea battle looking like a rat in a Hawaiian shirt who just fell in a pool and immediately pulled one of the baddest bitches there, then acted all GREEDY and jealous over William, constantly touching him, scooting closer to him, “oh why are you looking at Paulo’s biceps😒”, batting his eyelashes at him and whatever other gay shit they had going on, he’s so GREEDY he’s a GREEDY and NASTY boy

[videodrme]

So, in a sense, you choose who lives and who dies. No. I, uh... No, I'd say I decide which people have the potential to live long healthy lives.

Peter Outerbridge as William Easton in Saw VI (2009) dir. Kevin Greutert

[bueckershaven]

all i want is a girlfriend like paige bueckers, kate martin, aubrey griffin, caitlin clark, jewell loyd, natasha cloud, kelsey plum or gabby williams. is that TOO much to ask for😔

[catdets]

Purple Hand Polycule

[florang]

This is how this scenario played out in my head

Reference: Horrid Henry's New Teacher + this page of Mob

[kinda-ok]

Watching starsky and hutch just thinking that I wish Danny Williams unbuttoned his shirt as much as hutch does after he stopped wearing ties 😂

[ellabism]

why does no one dive deeply into people finding out about ellie's immunity?

in the games they say all the time that ellie needs to keep her immunity a secret because they'll kill her, but i don't think people would kill her. i think that if people saw hardcore proof of her immunity (through surviving a bite or, most likely, breathing spores and surviving) i think people would be more inclined to want to kidnap her and experiment on her, no?

i think if people or groups were to see solid proof of ellie's immunity, it would be very dangerous to her as an individual, but they wouldn't just kill her in my opinion. they'd turn her more into a lab rat to be honest.

basically, i think someone should write a fic where the seraphites or WLF (mostly the seraphites, i think they'd be more intrigued) find out about ellie's immunity and capture her for testing and experiments.

and abby, now apart of the firefly group again, is ordered to go find the immune girl and bring her back to camp to finally create a cure, but unknowing to abby, it would be more difficult to retrieve her than she thought.

[eternal-learner]

Peter Outerbridge as William Easton Saw VI

[samijey]

how does nxt expect me to survive a whole TWO weeks without seeing ilja or trick this is inhuman

[ask-elland-n-will]

I'm greedy and want to know everything, but:

4) in a modern au, would your mc use social media? what would their preferred platform be? why is if their preferred one?

23) when designing your mc, why did you choose the appearance you did? has it changed at all since you first made them? would you change anything now?

🤓💜

[4. 🦊 Oh, you just know Will would be all over it! Everything! TikTok, Insta, Twitter... Perhaps not as much Facebook but he'd have an official William Abbott page, along with LinkedIn. Of course he had a MySpace back in the day and is secretly running a Tumblr blog with all his fandom obsessions. Well, not secretly from friends cause it's not like he's ashamed. I see him using Twitter the most since he always has so much to say!

🌙 Elland is more reserved, he doesn't really have any interest in sharing his life online. Most of the pictures of him probably are on Will's Instagram anyway, he always finds the best angles. He is prone to doomscrolling late at night when he cannon sleep. I can't decide one the platform. Let's say Will got him addicted to TikTok.

🌸 Lilith, being an exchange student, still uses a lot of Russian media. She doesn't really care for Instagram and influencers, she's into really niche communities. Probably is the kind of person to still go to forums (she likes the vibe) and can spend hours of Reddit and Discord.

🔥 Cyrus is into pretty things, so Instagram + Pinterest moodboards (Will probably does that, too). Goes to Reddit for firework related stuff, probably created a few popular threads with how obsessed he is. Not a TikTok person but can casually scroll through Twitter and absolutely has some NSFW tumblr somewhere. The Female-Presenting Nipple Ban back in 2018 hurt him deep.

5. 🦊 William was fully created in HL. I needed slick hair that a good boy would wear. And I love gingers. Freckles — a must. Eyes — usually I would've gone for green-green but it felt like some variety this time, so it's a warm kind of green, close to hazel at the center. Basically I was creating a stereotypical cute redhead I've always wanted to see. His appearance didn't change, apart from me drawing him a bit differently now. And I'm not opposed to him letting his hair fall freely in the mornings and before bed, as well as making it a bit naturally curlier when he doesn't style his hair for classes.

🌙 Elland suffered due to how meh HL hairstyles were, nothing fit his DnD version. I think the style I have for him now is somewhat in the middle, I don't make it as straight as in the game but he still isn't slicking them back as in DnD. But he was in his 20s in DnD and needed to look presentable. Him in HL is more relaxed and casual.

Another thing that changed were his moles. I still like his og design with moles more, but HL didn't have them in the right spots... So I went with light freckles. Now when I draw, I try to out his moles back on: 2 on the right side of his chin, 1 above his left eyebrow, 1 below his right eye, and one on his left cheek not too far from the mouth.

🌸 Lilith was somewhat based on me: I had pink hair at some point, and even this haircut, same with eyes. She has a mole, like I do (although I have way more beauty marks). She is strong because I wanted to be strong. Nothing really changed in her appearance.

🔥 Cyrus was a fire genasi in DnD, his skin was unnatural pink, eyes had red/orange iris and even the black at the center wasn't black but had a bright halo-like outline, and his hair looked a bit like the firecrackers are playing in it. I had to tone is down for HL, of course, but that's why making him a metamorphmagus was important to me in rp: I could explain his really bright hair and red eyes.]

[williamsolaire]

You know what would be the bestest surprise ever?

Your assassin.

He belongs in my greedy hands.

Give pretty please.

-✨💎👑

No

[cyarskaren52]

And we were so quick to dismiss Jennifer when she took out the restraining order on him 💁🏾‍♂️🙄

Never doubt a Cassandra

Cassandra: black womenfolk

[cozyfaee]

how does Al know who been f cking?🤔🤔🤔 Guess if anyone would know it would be him I guess...

All Nine Congratulatory Letters for Dating Ellis

The default name for the MC is used. For those who weren’t able to meet the deadline 💜 Cybird owns everything.

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[morganlism]

★ wild horses couldn't drag me away. | farmer!ellie williams headcannons.

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎she feeds the animals at dawn, fucks you raw by dusk. ︎ ︎ ︎| ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ellie williams. ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

warnings: 18+ content, farmer!ellie au,soft dom ellie, fem!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, strap-on use, praise kink, possessive ellie, jealousy kink, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, aftercare, marking, dom/sub dynamics, obsessive behavior, consent implied, reader is whipped, ellie is feral.

farmer!ellie who's up with the sun. Always. And even if you beg her to stay in bed, mumbling and pulling at her shirt while her skin’s still warm from sleep, she’ll just grin, press her rough palm against your belly, and mutter, "Someone’s gotta feed the goddamn chickens". But if you pout just right? She might give in. Just for five more minutes. Just long enough to slide her hand down and make you gasp.

farmer!ellie who smells like cedar shavings, hay, sweat. It’s in her clothes, her neck, her mouth when she kisses you hard after a long day outside. You get addicted to it, to her. To how she tastes when she’s worked all day and lets you lick the salt off her collarbones like you were starving.

farmer!ellie who doesn’t say a lot. But you know when she wants you, because she backs you up against the barn wall, one hand holding both your wrists like it’s nothing. The other slides between your legs, her voice husky as she says, "You’re dripping already, huh? You missed me that bad?"

farmer!ellie who will come in from the field all sweaty and flushed, grab you by the hips, and drag you onto the porch bench, doesn’t matter if the sun’s still up or if anyone’s around. You ride her with your hands buried in her shirt, her hands gripping your thighs so tight it bruises, she loves when you leave marks. Says she wants to feel them the next morning when she’s milking the goats.

farmer!ellie who fucks like she’s got something to prove. Like you’re the only soft thing in a hard world and she’s gonna ruin you if you let her, and you always let her.

farmer!ellie who but afterwards, she’s a total sap. She pulls you into her lap, noses your hair, murmurs sleepy things against your skin like "Should just marry you already" and "Y'look better than anything I’ve ever grown out there".

farmer!ellie who in the evenings, when her work’s done and her hands are finally clean, she reads to you under the yellow glow of a single lamp. Dirty hands, soft heart. You never stood a chance.

farmer!ellie who sometimes, comes home too tired to talk. She’ll toss her hat on the hook, kick off her boots, and just stand there in the doorway, eyes fixed on you like she’s starving. Doesn’t say a word. Just walks straight to you, picks you up like you're nothing, and carries you to the kitchen table, still covered in mail and a jar of honey you forgot to put away. She bends you over it. "Been thinking about this all damn day", she groans against your neck as she pulls your underwear down with dirt-stained fingers.

farmer!ellie who always smells like the earth. Like sex and summer and the heat off a storm. You swear her skin soaks up sunlight, and when she touches you at night, you feel it. Like she’s warming you from the inside. Like you’re something she planted and now she gets to reap.

farmer!ellie who's got a filthy mouth when she gets going. Not loud. Not theatrical. Just these deep, low-spoken praises that ruin you. "That’s it, baby. Ride it just like that", or "You need it deeper, huh? Of course you do, always so greedy for it".

farmer!ellie favorite thing? getting you off with her thigh. After a long day baling hay, arms streaked with sweat, she'll just sit back in the old wooden chair, shirt unbuttoned halfway, and say, "Come sit on my lap, pretty girl". And you do, grinding on that thick, flexed muscle while she smokes a joint and watches you lose your goddamn mind, hands behind her head, cocky smirk, lazy and low "Good girl. You're fuckin' perfect like this".

farmer!ellie when you once tried helping her fix the fence. Said you wanted to "pull your weight". Ellie looked at you in your little shorts, holding a hammer wrong, and grinned like the devil, she didn’t let you finish. Bent you over the fence post and took you right there in the golden light, pulled your panties to the side, fucked you slow and said, "I'll do the hard work. You just stay right here and make those pretty sounds".

farmer!ellie who after she comes inside and washes up, she'll lie back on the bed, pull you on top of her, kiss you until your lips hurt, and whisper "I never needed no city, no lights, no noise... just you".

farmer!ellie who her hands might be calloused, but her touch is scripture. And every night, she writes a psalm into your body like she’s trying to save your soul with her mouth.

farmer!ellie who keeps a photo of you in her back pocket. Not some cute selfie, no. One she took after you begged her not to stop. Eyes glazed, thighs shaking, face all fucked-out and ruined. She looks at it when she’s alone on the tractor, lip between her teeth, hand drifting under her waistband, "Gotta get home, she needs me, I fuckin' need her".

farmer!ellie who always makes you come first. Even if it takes forever, even if her cock is hard and twitching under her boxers, she’ll edge herself just to hear you gasp her name again. Rub your clit with slow, practiced circles, lean in and say, "You’re not done yet, baby, I just want all of it, every last drop".

farmer!ellie who strap stays under the bed, always ready, and when she uses it? she uses it, holds your face, watches your mouth fall open while she ruins your hole slow and deep, moans low and mean, "Look at you takin’ me so good. My perfect fuckin' girl".

farmer!ellie when she’s jealous, she doesn’t talk about it — she shows you. Drags you into the hayloft after someone stares at your ass at the farmer’s market, pulls your skirt up, panties to the side, fucks you until your voice cracks, and leaves you stuffed and sore, dripping down your thighs, whispering, "Mine. Say it".

farmer!ellie who's obsessed with your thighs. Squeezing ‘em, biting them, laying between them for hours like it’s church — she eats you slow, real slow, arms around your hips, tongue fucking you lazy while you cry her name into the pillow, then again — fast. Until you’re begging her to stop and she just hums against your clit like she likes hearing you break.

farmer!ellie who teaches you how to ride. And not just the horse. Says she wants you in control — hands on her shoulders, bouncing on her cock until she’s breathless underneath you, watches you from below, pupils blown wide, voice all gravel: "You like being on top of me, huh? Gettin' off like a good little wife?"

farmer!ellie when afternoon showers turn into rituals, she washes you like you’re made of glass, suds your hair, kisses the soap off your shoulder, fingers you slow under the water while whispering things like "Goddamn, you feel like home", and then goes down on you with one knee on the tile, water dripping off her freckled face.

farmer!ellie who aftercare is sacred, she tucks you in with trembling fingers, presses kisses into your back while your thighs are still twitching, brings you tea, tells you you’re perfect, wraps herself around you and mumbles, "I'll never let you go, y’know that?" while her heart thumps against your spine.

farmer!ellie who sometimes she needs it rough. She’ll push you up against the barn wall, hands everywhere, muttering "Need you now, can’t wait, need to feel you come around me" and you let her, every time, cry her name while she fucks you through the ache. But most nights... she just holds you. Stares at your sleeping face like it’s the only thing worth waking up for. Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, smiles to herself and whispers, "Fuck the harvest. You’re the only thing I’ve ever done right".

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