#howdoesellie

[beanlot]

okay hear me out- cowboy!ellie x fem!reader having *cough* raunchy sex uhm i just. i needed to share these art (not by me btw!) to u aka my all time fav au! writer and yes u can do whatever u want with that prompt ;) i'm just sharing cuz i don't wanna be alone on this 🤭

rdr!ellie?

if red dead was a lesbian porn game, it would have its perks - discrete and secretive sex, if you’re into that. but i’m gonna try and maintain some realism and sadly declare that it’s the 1890s and homophobia is lividly prevalent, hence said discrete and secretive sex. and with ellie’s.. not so ladylike shenanigans, she’s gonna raise a few eyebrows.

you’ll meet on a tuesday night shift at the bar, and at first, it’ll be just another evening frothing root beer and artificial laughter to camouflage snide remarks on why you aren’t married yet. ellie blends with the maelstrom, you won’t notice her until she’s directly infront of you, jagged scars that slice through her eyebrow.

just some whiskey.

and she’s gonna be pretty reserved, tactical with her eyes when she clocks what a god damn showpiece you are. there’s some moments where ellie maintains her jagged character, dry and insensitive - but there’s some moments, like these, where maintaining that character leaves her stomach curdling.

so she’ll pay extra than what’s needed, sliding over two quarters.

oh, it’s only one o-

i know. one for the whiskey and one for you.

and maybe it’s not essentially unorthodox for you to get tipped, but being tipped by a woman? what was usually plain sailing and rather satisfactory as sliding an extra coin into your palm becomes dithering, a dilemma of whether or not to accept - which solves itself when she walks off without a thank you.

you’re wondering where does the raunchy sex start; it kinda starts when you realise she isn’t just some hallucinogenic succubus bandit waiting to claw at you when you’re most vulnerable, although rationally, that’s what it’s gonna fucking feel like. she’ll be sat down, creased maps against the oak and eyes that should be thinking logically.. but just can’t resist the temptations of looking at you, but in particular, your left hand.

it kinda starts when you realise she’s checking if you’re married.

to abbreviate an extensive romance story,

you’ll subtly invite her in during a snowstorm. and let me just say that this ellie has a thing for thigh-riding, the kind where you’ll be kissing at eachother’s lips as you sit on her lap, losing rhythm because her salacious fingers are guiding your hips back and forth into her. but in terms of vulgarity, i don’t think this ellie would be super experimental just yet; she wants to appreciate you for the fine woman you are, and if that means warming up to the burliness of her thigh against your clit gets that message across, then so be it.

but despite that, this ellie wouldn’t particularly be so vanilla either - she’s still a little bit of a lovemaker, it’s just that this is one of the au’s where i could see her being more dominant presenting. fingers not so timid to part your legs against her thigh, gliding so silkily through your slit, a tone of velvet that whispers what a beauty you are against your cheek. her firewood scent whisking with the kerosine of your bedside lantern as she’ll undress you bare.. and sorta just, lay back and enjoy the show.

gorgeous girl, letting me see you like this.

that’s it, very pretty.

you’ll go to slide the beige suspenders off her shoulders, and you want to do more - but shit’s getting super sensitive as you rock against her waist, your hands quivering against her breasts. she’ll whisper that she knows, her fingers doing the dirty work that you’d seemingly been anticipating for too long; manipulating the fabric so teasingly that your thighs can’t help but start to tremble - clit scorching with agonising vim when you see her abdomen, pearly scars faintly residing against the muscle.

does this excite you?

another undone.

you won’t be able to answer, the sweltering so damn near that it paralyses your body, only instinctive thrusts against her skin that leave you pathetic and nodding breathlessly.

and then another undone.

the precise line of her breasts only slightly visible - she knows you’re close by how impulsively you grind against her, with dilated pupils dazed and so gravely out of character.

but the night’s just starting.

[beanlot]

hiiii i love your writing and your interpretation of ellie!! in your post about what fighting with her you mentioned make up sex, if your requests are open could you talk more about it? i would really like to know what you think it'd be like :)

she’s essentially your servant.

so i mentioned ellie doesn’t fall victim to sexual impulse after an argument, that the only way she’s would happen would be dealt on your say-so. ellie does present herself as very vanilla and reluctant to delve into vulgarity - so a fresh argument, one that she’s trying to bury under the soil, is most likely gonna catalyse that timidity. make-up sex with ellie wouldn’t embellish any rough bdsm, barbaric biting into the skin or the torment on your scalp from such splenetic hair-pulling, but merely a whole act of service through giving you the orgasms you deserve and asking what you want her to do to you. the spotlight is on you tonight, unless y’know.. you want to do more to her.

you’d have to sow the seeds to let her know what you want; this could be through moving her hand up to your breasts, grating your ass against her thighs when she’s cuddled up against you. but of course, she’s one to dither - constructing excuses that maybe you’re just shuffling to get comfy; i think ellie would be more concerned that it would only fan the flames if she insinuated through the lines, she needs your say-so.

but ellie’s irresolution doesn’t necessarily mean there isn’t gonna be dirty talk, yet it’s not exactly gonna be dirty talk:

what is it, princess?

my sweet girl, what can i do for you?

it’ll be sentimental with the intent of flattery through soppy words, a tone of tenderness oozing off the same tongue that was cursing you out a few hours before - its moments like these where ellie knows how to marshmallow you up inside, make a point of providing for you.

ambition.

and on the point of providing, ellie’s an overachiever in the field of affection; you could ask her to make you cum using her fingers, and she’ll bust a gut to ensure that you cum twice with only a forefinger. slewing herself into you knuckle-deep, twining her fingertips upwards and massaging your walls so dotingly; relishing the way your breath deteriorates when she finds herself caressing against that god forsaken spot.

ellie’s cunning with her fingers, dexterous on how they operate on your sensitive nerves. she’s disciplined with how to make your body erupt for her, masterly to rock her fingers into you with acceleration until she’ll need an extra hand to keep you still against her. bonus points for having a praise kink because she’s sure as shit gonna be adhesive to your body, lashes peppering your shoulders whilst she whispers what a good girl you are - ellie’s very vocal when it comes to being appreciative in bed, and this might amplify her potential to even degrade herself.

how dare i speak to you like that.

i’m nothing without you, sweet girl.

please forgive me, darling.

and ellie understands that it turns you on, tongue flicking at your clit the way she knows you like it, the way that gets your hips quivering against her face and psychedelic latchstring on your thighs. she’s gratified to be used as nothing but a mere sex toy to get what you want, and her plumose essence really accentuates itself where she craves your forgiveness.

and when you cum into her mouth, lips dewy with your slick as she pulls away, you just have to forgive her.

[beanlot]

Imagine amab! Ellie trying to teach an inexperienced reader how to give her a blowjob 😳🥺, she wants to be careful and delicate, but reader's soft lips and doe eyes are testing her patience on not destroying reader's throat

this whole amab!au has really shed light that you’re all cumsluts.

but anyway, let me set the scene. imagine ellie is quite experienced in this scenario, she’d had her fair share, she knows what she likes and what she doesn’t - but in terms of your sexual experiences, you’ve got nothing more than relying on what porn you’re into. and ellie is highkey the biggest, most consensual softie ever; she’s gonna be vigilant on how to touch you, and even the most vanilla elements of your relationship like what cuddles are your favourite or how you like your hand being held.

but eventually, you’ll get curious; you’d felt what ellie had waiting for you when your thighs would brush against hers. hell, you’d fucking seen the imprint when she’d wear those grey joggers she knows you like and start manspreading as she’d play video games - so it’s reasonable why you can’t help feeling just a little tempted when she’s led back in her chair, controller in hand and thighs parted.

she won’t think anything of it at first, because ellie isn’t exactly a sex machine. she’s just gonna think you need a little loving, a little of her sentimental attention since she’d been adhesive to her screen for hours now. she’ll ask if you’re okay when you sit between her legs, fingers delicate to shrewd around your palm and sensual enough to slew some hair behind your ear.

but it’s when you look up at her, stroking her abdomen innocently that she’ll look at you funny. and honestly, this might be a me thing, i’m under the impression ellie would get hard easily in this circumstance. think about it, she’s never even felt an inkling of the warmth of your hand below her waist, just the mere anticipatory thought is gonna be enough to get her lewd.

babe.

what’s up with you?

but ellie’s not stupid, she knows what’s up with you. and she’s more than compliant to give you a helping hand, joggers finding themselves clinging to her knees and cock recoiling from her boxers.

and she’s considerate, at first.

but let me just - ellie’s dick would be veiny as hell, and particularly fucking intimidating to look at considering she’ll be all thick and aroused by how you look up at her like this. but she’s selfless, asking you if you want to touch it, that you don’t have to continue - but you insist, with those pristine doe eyes that she just can’t say no to.

ellie..

hm?

i don’t.. know..

and she’s always been your let me show you person, enshrouding your hand delicately with her streaked knuckles and cloaking the base of her cock with your fingers. of course, you might flinch, you didn’t expect her to be scorching hot from what you do to her; her hand guiding you up and down her erection, warmth of her palm leaving your hand when you’d gotten the hang of it.

she’s a breathy moaner, for sure. humming, sighing, jagged breaths - all that good shit to let you know you’re doing just fine whilst she strokes your cheek, occasionally dragging your bottom lip down. she won’t admit it, but she wants your opulent lips enveloped around her; when you look up at her, she can tell through the unimpeachable globes that you want just the same.

tongue out, baby.

that’s it, that’s a good girl.

you’ll start with the tip, letting her instruct you how to twirl your tongue so divinely around her - but fuck, she can’t help but daydream about what a showpiece you look like right now. on your knees, tongue caressing the head of her cock, eyes that flicker up with purity when she tells you to look at her. she’ll be satin against your tongue, a velvety smoothness that you just can’t help but wrap your lips around the tip and gently suck.

you’re made for this, i can fucking tell.

she’ll chuckle at how godly your mouth feels against her, encouraging you to take her just a little deeper when her fingers push your head down slightly, and you’ll taste the creaminess of her precum from how eager she’s getting. but realistically, it’s not gonna go super silky at first - you’re gonna make a few mistakes.

teeth, baby.

’m sorry.

that’s okay, you’re doing so good.

mmm praise kink things. ellie’s been your sweetheart, considerate and patient, up until now. she can’t help but just give in the primitive instinct when she sees her cock glisten with your spit and the little whines you emit when your head dips into her, her fingers cunning to grip at the roots of your hair when she feels her heartbeat catalysing and the throbbing of her cock.

and before you fucking know it, tears are blinding your vision when she starts to thrust into your mouth; the back of your throat assaulted with her tip along with the indecency of being used as her fleshlight. you won’t be able to move, only staying still to serve her personal needs - and after all, it’s kinda hot, tears glossing your cheeks and her hips tensing up at the mercy of cavernous pressure.

fuck, baby girl.

i’d like to think ellie’s messy as hell when she comes, eyes fluttering dreamily and forcing your head down into her with such animalism when she feels her seed spurt into your mouth. it’s bitter, whipping against your tongue as you whimper, trying to fucking swallow through how strenuous it is to breathe.

and when she looks down, her cum on your lips and your eyes glassy, she’ll apologise.

she just couldn’t help it.

[beanlot]

oh em gee just saw that ur reqs are open so may i please request for ellie:

what would she be like when you argue with her? or when she’s jeslous? angst ( + comfort PLS, HOW ELSE WILL WE SURVIVE) / or maybe a modern au 🫣 could be nsfw could not yk what im SAYINGGGG

you don’t have to but god if u do, i think i might just go out like a light

love u, take care <3

just a little childish.

not to find fault with ellie, but she’s someone who isn’t emotionally disciplined when there’s hollows in your relationship. no matter what the argument surrounds, it’ll feel very one-sided in terms of communication and trying to plaster the holes in the walls - ellie is passive aggression, and it could be through maintaining bitter eye contact or not looking at you at all, unpredictability that has you treading on thin ice. she’ll wait for you to cotton on that something just isn’t right, and when you do, it’s not weight being taken off your shoulders.

i’m not saying it’s a howling match between you, but ellie’s warlike on a verbal level - she gets comfortable with hectoring at people whether it makes a scene or not, and this will only fuel her potential to hiss insult after insult at you. and it’ll probably go something like:

your voice is pissing me off right now, so shut it.

you think you’re the shit, don’t you?

you just walk around thinking you’re some fucking angel, but i see through it, don’t you fucking worry.

and again, not to rub the salt in the wound, but ellie has a tendency to abuse talking over you.

she isn’t much of a mumbler in arguments, which is ironic since she exhibits a very vanilla tone ordinarily - but in her peak of hostility, she’s not resistant to get her point across and really drill it into you no matter how callous it is. she likes to be heard, and if that’s through amplifying the vocal chords just a tad, so be it. and she’s an angry crier, no doubt. ellie gets indulged in the superfluity of emotion, too much that she doesn’t notice the tears streamlining her cheeks until she’s done, well, yelling at you and clarifying her outrage.

but she’ll miss you.

ellie would prefer to have such disharmony resolved by the end of the day - she doesn’t like to go nights without alleviating the conflict between you, and its insufferable to breathe through the ripped bandage. she lives in the moment without realising it bites her in the ass later, and when she’s fanned out all of the wrath, she’ll come to you.

with ellie, her usual assertiveness during disputes plummets to submission with apologies; she knows she’s shy with talking things through, globes of fern planted on her fingers as she’ll fidget with them. she wants to be good at this, good to you, and it starts with a sorry once you’re both situated under the covers as she stiffly lays beside you:

hey..

earlier was stupid..

i wanna say i’m sorry, and i have no right to be upset..

i understand if you’re mad at me or you wanna, y’know, stop everything..

i didn’t mean anything, was just tryna dig at you..

please say something..

and if that didn’t work out, she’d shuffle closer, fingers on your waist. and depending whether or not you take her hand off, she’ll earth into you more, lips brushing against your neck and lashes butterflying your nape.

however, the only way make-up sex would happen with ellie is if you initiated it. realistically, she’d be too intervened with ameliorating the dissension between you and plastering all the little apertures she’d left - sex wouldn’t be on ellie’s cards unless you’d roll around and tell her that you’re horny.

and she’d do as you please.

[beanlot]

How does Ellie and Abby differ in bed? Love ur fics, ur always bringing something new to the table 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

ellie is hands on.

she understands how much you relish just the mere stroke on your hip, just as much as she savours how your skin reacts under the sanctification that was her fingertips - she’d unearth every fragile nerve in your body, nerves you hadn’t known existed, and only would amplify their sensitivity with just her fingers. sometimes, you’d underestimate the true divinity of them; you’d forget how saintly they’d slew inside of you, only to be reminded of what promised land she’d send you to when she’d twine them inside your pussy so skilfully. being rewarded with your whines and whimpers in her ear was nothing more than narcotic utopia, only using her tongue on your neck and collarbone - potentially your breasts every now and then when her fingers were short of vigour.

personally, i don’t think ellie is much of a dirty talker. she presents herself as very reserved and vanilla, but that’s only skimming the surface on a superficial level - in her lewd temper, ellie might not be afraid to delve into such pornographic words about how perfect your cunt looks from here, or if you like what she’s doing to you.

but in terms of kinks, ellie would like to regard herself as experimental with you - but after spitting in your mouth or having her hands bound by rope, she prefers things being raw and.. simple. generally, ellie is more of a make love to you and let me appreciate your body person rather than having her wrists torrent with irritation from such harsh bondage or seeing the decimation of your skin with her bite marks, which she feared would disappoint you.

and of course, she’s a switch - orchestrating herself with such duality that sometimes, she was serene enough to ask you to eat her out, have you tongue-deep inside her. sometimes it was 50/50, other times it was 30/70, or even 80/20. but on the days where you had done most of the work and hadn’t came, she’d remain persistent in making it up to you through the boiling guilt in her chest; this could be from giving you more orgasms than intended, guzzling at your clit under the dinner table, or joining your showers with her strap - which was as much of a reward for her as it was for you.

finally, ellie’s aftercare is nothing short of heavenly. she’s your sweetheart, even on the days she’d be blighted after a session - it was always you that she insisted be overindulged. whether it was her washing the bed with scents of ocean fervour and citrus; having you lay on her lap whilst she’d spray cucumber serum on your skin, or stimulating ticklish patterns on your waist and admiring how godly seraphic you look in the dusk, all whilst contemplating what animation to watch.

now this is where shit gets rough, because..

abby’s a biter.

honestly, i see abby the complete antithesis to ellie in bed. maybe it’s the brawny figure, the callous irises bleached with such ascendancy that she strikes me as someone who likes to hunt you. where ellie likes to use her hands, abby is one to know that her mouth is her paramount - her tongue is superlatively impulsive on your body, inviting itself wherever it wished: your mouth, your breasts, your hips, your clit. and eventually, her primal instincts became axiomatic, because her teeth were as entitled as her tongue. she’d bite at your shoulders, your lips, your nipples, thighs - and if her urges desired, she’d test the waters with her teeth sampling your clit. which was rather detrimentally agonising on your end and often resulted in establishing timeouts for her, but some days, it was your cup of tea.

i mean put it this way, the only time abby would use her hands had to be necessary, whether this was through stripping you or keeping your legs still to finish slurping at your folds; this usually meant a lot of your sex was facesitting in the gym whilst she used weights, calibrating to being perched upon the dresser before a night out with your leg on her shoulder, adjusting to the tremor in your thighs when you’d cum on her lips.

and abby knows she’s freaky - i’d say she prefers to keep the sex between you dynamic, the adrenaline of exploring kinks like no other refreshment. you’d cottoned on that abby already acknowledged herself to be a sadist, and decided to serrate the blunt edges with conversations on your personal fantasies; some you regret talking about, such as abby’s fantasy to fuck you whilst you slept, or the ongoing discussions about if she could whip you so you could get a taste of the disciplinary raw strength behind her arms. because she liked reprimanding you, and this was often the case when you’d nosedived into the rabbit hole of disharmony and conflict - because you learnt (and so did owen) that abby was one for hate sex. she likes to broadcast her barbarity on your body, and personally, i think this fuels abby’s potential to dirty talk - often resulting in belligerent hisses in your ear about what a fucking whore everyone thinks you are, and how fucking dare you speak to her like that.

and although the sex between the both of you seemed toxic and violent, it was your love language - because you know in the complex roots that abby is, she maintains so much love towards you; it’s safe to say that abby is a shatterproof top.

finally, abby’s aftercare is the antipode to ellie’s. whilst ellie would typically be giving herself up to you through acts of service - abby is in the simplest of words, a bellyacher. and it goes a little something like:

my muscles ache, babe.

fuck, my hip.

think i pulled something.

you’d be the one picking up the fragments she’d left of you, susceptible to the irony of her complaints; sometimes it would be through bathing in the puddle of sweat that you both were whilst her face would burrow itself between your breasts, which sometimes only activated another hour long session when her tongue would stroke against your nipple. other times, it could be ambling yourself to the kitchen to make her a hot brew and massaging muscle cream into the most delicately sculptured parts of her body. and it was these moments where, although she treasured you, it was just mere realisation that she was so grateful

that out of the billions of people on this planet, you were the one she met.

[beanlot]

ellie and abby in bed

ellie during an argument

make-up sex with ellie

sex with cowboy!ellie