Elizabeth Woolridge Grant

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could you please write a scenario where Ellie is a tattoo artist? The reader books a thigh tattoo appointment expecting a male artist, but upon arriving at the studio, realizes it’s actually Ellie 😭 Ellie is older and confident, and she immediately starts teasing and flirting with the reader. \:

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ellie x fem reader

cw: ellie’s super flirty and throws pet names around left and right (baby, angel, princess, sweetheart), reader’s kinda shy but not really js kinda awkward, kissing!!!!!! yay!!!!!!

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yayyy thank u for the ask! i didn’t plan for this to be this long but :P i do plan on making a part 2 tho!!! i js wanted to get this out first, sry if the end feels rushed :c

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you’ve been seeing so many tik toks over the last few weeks about garter tattoos. ones with a lace design, some with bows, others with musical notes. it’s all you can think about! they’re so so cute but also very sexy.

so obviously you make an impulsive decision to do a walk-in at a nearby tattoo shop. you don’t exactly feel nervous when you first walk in, but you definitely take notice of the intricate designs posted along the walls in the dim lighting. they’re pictures of past clients’ finished product. there’s some of skulls on arms, roses on shoulders, tramp stamps; and you feel relief at the fact they look amazing.

you’ve never gotten a tattoo before — well, that stick and poke of a small smiley face near your ankle from your sophomore year of college doesn’t really count, so getting your tat done here feels reassuring.

at the front desk, there’s your typical buff, motorcycle-gang-looking man. it racks up your nerves until he speaks.

“hey little lady, what’s got u in here today?” he seems kind, he has a little southern drawl to his voice.

“uh i wanted to get a thigh tat.”

“thigh tat huh?” he takes a quick up and down glance at you. “this your first time?” he says, noticing no bold piercings or other tattoos.

“yea. ‘m feeling kinda reckless today.” you joke, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“ah, i see. we get a lot of those from you college kids. i’ll need a name, a signature on this form, and id.”

you tell him your name before passing over your drivers license. “alright, you’re all good. sign this right here, it’s just a liability and consent form.”

after signing, you pass the waiver back and he motions over to the couches that are the waiting area. “i’ll call you up when our artist is ready.”

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while waiting, you find the tattoo reference that you’ve been dreaming of in your camera roll.

now that you’re actually about to do this, anxiety sets in and you realize that this’ll be on you for the rest of your life.

is this really what you want? should you find a backup that’s less intricate so it’ll hurt less and be done faster? what about-

“hey little miss, she’s ready for ya.” she? you think. you only ever expect guys to be working at these kinds of places. but at least there’s some familiarity by being in the same room as a girl, laying in all kinds of positions while getting the tattoo done. “room’s down the hall and second door on your right.”

you thank the man and warily start walking down the hall. the previous guy that was in her room walks out. he’s seemingly happy with the finished product. and he should be. it’s an incredibly highly detailed sleeve tat.

you’re unsure of whether you’re supposed to knock or just walk in, but you take the safe option anyway, knocking twice.

you hear some shuffling behind the door before it opens. and oh my god. this girl is fucking hot. you quickly take note of her beautiful green eyes, the eyebrow slit, the small cut on her lip, and most of all, the prettily scattered freckles along her cheeks.

unbeknownst to you, she’s as equally entranced by you as you are to her. she immediately notices your long eyelashes framing your eyes, your plush pink lips, and your cute nose. judging by how cute you are, she can tell this’ll be a very interesting session.

“hey. you didn’t have to knock y’know.” she chuckles, opening the door wider for you to come inside.

you let out a breathy laugh yourself before stepping inside. “sorry, i’ve never done this before, i wasn’t sure.”

“‘s no problem, angel. you can have a seat right here.” you feel your face burn at the nickname, and apparently she notices the blush across your cheeks, because she smirks to herself before putting on her gloves.

as you sit you can hear the paper crinkle under you and place your bag on the floor. “what’s your name?” you tell her and she repeats it under her breath while keeping her eyes focused on you. “pretty name for a pretty girl. i’m ellie.”

you offer a shy smile before thanking her. this has to be flirting, right? you’ve barely been in here for 3 minutes and she’s already throwing pet names and compliments at you. “so what’re we doing today?” she keeps looking at you, fully enamored by you. never would she expect to see such a cutie come in on a random thursday.

you can tell that eye contact is going to be a hard thing for you in the next hour or so. her gaze is so alluring that it raises a different kind of nervousness in you. you press your legs together. “um i wanted a thigh tattoo. like a garter tattoo to be more exact.”

pulling out your phone to show her the picture you saved, she whistles before speaking. god she keeps getting hotter by the second. “garter tat for a girl like you? that’s a dangerous combo.”

“a girl like you?” “dangerous combo?” yeah. she’s definitely flirting.

“yeah? n why’s that?” looking back up at her and tilting your head, hoping to get some sort of reaction from her.

she seems amused by your question. she knows exactly what you’re doing. “i’m sure you’re aware, angel.” there it is again with that damn nickname. if you had to come from the sound of someone’s voice, you’d choose ellies a million times over.

but you’re a little disappointed by her answer, you wish she gave you a straight answer. however you’re here for a reason, so you show her the inspiration before she nods and gets her ink colors ready.

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“you said you’ve never gotten a tattoo before? the outter part of your leg won’t hurt as bad as the inside. just a heads up.”

the inside part of your leg. now you remember you’re going to have to open your legs for an unknown amount of time for her to work on the inside of your thigh. “yeah, first time. i got a stick and poke a couple years ago, but i don’t think that counts.” you chuckle out of nervousness.

“oh yeah? tell me about it, sweetheart. it’ll take your mind off the pain.” her voice is low and sultry. you wonder what else could take your mind off the pain. like her mouth on yours in between sections.

“i went to this party my friend was hosting and we were drunk off our asses. she got a stick and poke kit off amazon a couple weeks before and started offering one to everyone.” ellie laughs at that. it’s a beautiful sound. she grabs her pen and dips it in the ink. “i’m gonna start okay?” she says quickly, wanting to get back to your story.

you take a deep breath and nod. you’re sitting upright against the chair as she starts working on the front of your thigh. you immediately giggle at the prickling sensation.

“something funny?” she laughs herself at your antics but fully focused. you’re a little tense while trying to calm yourself. “it tickles.” she smiles at that, you’re so goddamn cute.

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you continue your story, explaining how the only design you could think of for your stick and poke was a smiley face. she briefly stops her drawing on your leg to glance over at your ankle. “y’know it’s kinda cute actually.” she teases.

“oh shut up. it’s a reminder of my stupidity.”

“you got a nice memory out of it though, no? i’d call that a win.” she swipes some ink off with a paper towel before gripping your thigh again.

every time she re-grips your thigh it’s like a new surge of energy flows through you. you can’t help but stare her long and slender fingers. you wonder what else they can do. her sleeve tat doesn’t help either. she’s so sexy it hurts.

you take a deep breath at the thought of her fingers in your mouth. her last remark doesn’t even register in your brain, but “angel.” does.

“hm?” you look back at her, praying to whatever god is out there that she didn’t catch you shamelessly staring at her hands.

a knowing smirk plastered on her face. “nothing, never mind it, sweetheart.”

she definitely noticed, but it only makes your body grow hotter. “i’m gonna start on your inner thigh. i need you to turn your leg over for me, baby.”

the moment you’ve been anticipating this whole time is finally here. she can feel how tense you are and starts rubbing the lower part of your thigh. “you’re doing good baby. you can hold onto me if you want to, just breath.”

you take a breath and nod. the moment the pen presses against your inner thigh you take a sharp inhale and squeeze your eyes shut. and fuck, if she wasn’t already so entranced by you before, she definitely is now.

as she glides the pen over your thigh you can’t help but let little whimpers slip out of your mouth. “you still with me, angel?” she sneaks a quick glance at your precious face, all scrunched up.

a simple “mhm” is all you can let out and it’s so close to a moan that now she can’t help but squeeze her lugs shut for a second. “you’re doing so good for me. we’re almost done, just this last part.” her voice is so soft. so reassuring. the mix of pain and her voice makes your head spin.

she hits a certain nerve of your thigh and let out a sharp whine. you instinctively clutch onto her bicep and glance down to your leg. ellie’s boxers feel tighter and tighter around her clothed cunt the more you make these sounds. she wonders if you’d grasp onto her and make the same noises if she was pounding into your pussy with her strap. she hopes she can find out.

she glances at you again to find you already staring at her with your eyebrows furrowed and eyes pleading for her. pleading for what exactly? she’s not entirely sure, but she does know it’s an adorably fuckable expression.

you grip her bicep tighter, “ellie, please. please tell me you’re almost done.” you sound so out of breath. so desperate for this to be over. but all she can think about is how much more she can milk the fuck out of this. “almost done, sweetheart. i promise. just a little longer, you can take it.”

was ellie purposely adding in sexual innuendos into her choice of words? maybe. but you can’t blame her! you sound so cute all dumb and desperate.

you whine again and tilt your head up, cute nose pointed to the ceiling. your mind is empty besides thinking about her talking you through something else. you nearly cum at the thought before you hear the buzzing of the pen click off.

“see? i told you, sweetheart, it was over in no time. you did so good for me.” she gives a reassuring squeeze to your hand that’s on her bicep. it’s so cold compared to yours.

you glance down at the fresh tattoo on your thigh and all you can say is, “oh my god. it’s so pretty ellie.” you look over to her as your hand loosens on her bicep, suddenly feeling too aware of yourself.

“not as pretty as you are, baby.” her voice is back to that low and sultry tone and it’s obvious she’s sincere as she looks at you.

you gulp and suddenly the boldness you felt earlier to flirt back is gone. all you want is for ellie to have her way with you. she simply smiles at the fact you have no rebuttal. she takes off her gloves and goes to wrap your thigh.

you bite your lip as she wraps it. before you can overthink your next words, it slips out of you, shy. “ellie?” she looks up at you.

your lips are parted for a second as you glance from her beautiful green eyes to her lips, and back up. “will you kiss m-“ she cuts you off with her lips hurriedly on yours. it makes you slip out a noise of surprise and all ellie can do is groan back as her hands fly to your waist.

it makes you sit up and push your face impossibly closer to hers as your hands find the side of her face and slipping into her hair, tugging on it.

she whines at the fact and it makes you whine also, in turn.

you’re unsure of how long your lips were moving against hers. it could’ve been a few seconds, it could’ve been a couple minutes. but you can takeaway that she is an amazing kisser. her tongue slips into your mouth and you let a moan slip out of you.

as much as ellie would like to have sex with you right now, she’d much rather not have the first time be in her workspace and would definitely like to take you out first.

“wait-“ she pulls away and you whine. “you’re so beautiful angel, and i’d really like to fuck you right now…” she takes in your needy expression and she wants to give you everything she has to offer. “but i also really want to take you out and get to know you more first.” she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheeks, her thumbs smoothing over the warmth of them.

“can we do that, princess?” she asks in a soft tone. you nod in turn, speechless and slightly surprised she was so straight forward with what she wants from you.

“words, baby. i want to hear you say it.”

“yes, ellie. i wanna go out with you. i want you.”

“good girl.” she presses a longer kiss to your plush and buzzing lips before giving you a sheet of instructions for how to take care of your tattoo.

and before you leave, you give her your number and press once last chaste kiss to her lips.

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ellie saves your contact in her phone as “my angel” and texts you later that day.

###-###-####: hi princess, this is ellie

my angel: oh hi ellie !!

ellie baby: i was thinking tomorrow night we could go out? i know a place, it’s nice.

my angel: okay :)) what time?

ellie baby: be ready by 8 pm. i’ll come pick u up then.

*my angel hearted the message*

my angel: kk my address is xxxxxx

my angel: i’ll be waiting ;)

*ellie baby hearted the message*

ellie immediately feels her stomach clench at your last text. she feels stupid about it but it’s easy to ignore the fact while she’s jumping around in her room in excitement.

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tomorrow comes quicker than expected and you started getting ready at 2 out of giddiness.

and honestly it’s a good thing you did. because you can’t figure out what the fuck to wear. you’ve done everything else already; your makeup, simple but eye-catching, your hair’s in princess curls, and every single inch of your body is shaved.

you’ve practically gone through your whole closet and when you check the time, suddenly it’s already 7:15. “what the fuck!” you exclaim in panic.

you’re mumbling to yourself at this point, frantic to find something fast. you finally settle on a pair of flared jeans, a nice, white blouse, and a pair of white ballet flats. simple but undoubtedly cute.

you’ve finished just in time because now it’s 7:47 and ellie sends a simple text saying omw. you contemplate having a glass of wine to calm yourself. and who are you kidding, the answer was always going to be yes.

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you hear a knock on your door and you quickly put your glass in the sink and the bottle back to its rightful place.

you take a deep breath before opening the door. holy shit, is what you say mentally as you take in ellie’s appearance. she’s in a black button up, black baggy jeans, and her dumb, beat up converse.

“wow, you look…really nice.” you say, clearly dazed.

she smiles at the compliment. “you don’t look too bad yourself, angel.”

she leads you to her car, an old chevy pick up truck. it suits her. she opens the car door for you and it smells like fresh pine inside. “thank you.” “course, princess.”

on the way over, she learns you also take an interest in alternative rock when the radio station plays a pearl jam song and you immediately jump in your seat and turn to ellie and say, “oh my god i love this song!”

she swears what she feels for you is love already.

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honestly the argument was bound to happen. ellie’s been stressed at work, having a new trainee because she had the most seniority. it doesn’t help that the trainee is a completely incompetent dick head. according to her at least. that’s all you’ve been hearing about from her as soon as she gets home, late at night while you’re already in bed, waiting.

as she was talking your ear off for the few nights before, you entered a state of disassociation that you thought was only stress and tiredness.

one night, you come home earlier than usual. it’s truly a blessing. but all you can think about are the house chores that still need to be done. you look over at the dirty, piling dishes in the sink, and then over to the overflowing laundry basket mixed with both yours and ellie’s clothes.

you miss ellie. she’s so close but yet so, so far away. you glumly walk over to the laundry basket and take out the first hoodie of ellie’s you see. it was black. but now it’s grey and has a hole-count that grows with each wash. it smells exactly like her.

this is probably the closest you’ve felt to her in weeks.

you do the dishes robotically and while you’re putting away the last dish, the door creaks open and ellie’s immediately talking about her insufferable day with her insufferable co-worker.

god, now it feels like she’s the insufferable one.

“ellie.” you neutrally call her name to stop her rambling. she’s not listening though. she keeps going and goes to grab a beer from the fridge. a newer edition to her night routine.

“-i swear to god he can’t do a damn thing right. he doesn’t even know how to…”

and that’s when you tune her out. but it doesn’t matter to you, nor her. she’s already marching over to the bathroom to take a shower and you swear you’re sitting on the couch with your thoughts for 5 minutes. until you wake up a few hours later to a quiet house, pitch black sky, and to your surprise, a blanket that you both bought together at a dumb yard sale months ago because she said it’d make a nice blanket fort, is now over your body.

you’re still in work clothes, and the only thing connecting you and ellie right now is her hoodie over your frame.

you walk over to the bedroom and see ellie facing the wall, curled into a ball like usual. her soft breathing and bangs falling over her eyes make her look so soft. so young and stress free.

it makes you want to cry. because when did the sweet moments late at night with ellie turn into something so quick and emotionless? but you have no tears to give. they won’t come out.

you reach for an empty backpack in the closet as quietly as possible and pack a few clothes for the next couple days. you need space.

you reach some cheap hotel and while youre laying in that bed, all you can think about is how cold you are. the silence is deafening. and all you can fucking smell is ellie.

a tear slips out of your eye. another one. and another.

you reach for your phone and text ellie, “i’m sorry, this isnt permanent. i just need some space.” and with that, you fall asleep.

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ellie wakes up early as usual, expecting to hear you up in the bathroom as well. but she doesn’t. she’s met with silence. she checks her phone and sees your message. she’s torn. because why would you want space without telling her? leaving in the middle of the night and leaving her a text message at 4:33 am?

she’s panicking now. what has she done? are u stressed out? is the workload too much for you? if it were, why didn’t you just tell her? do you feel safe enough to tell her? comfortable enough? or is it that you’re seeing someone else?

do you still love her?

she calls you. not once, not twice. six fucking times. and each time she let it ring till it went to your voicemail. your sweet voice that was part of what made her first fall in love with you.

and now that she thinks about it, she cant remember the last time she’s had a real conversation with you.

that’s when she gets up, puts on the first pair of jeans she sees and leaves her and immediately goes to your work place.

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you arrive at work, and tiredness is evident on your face judging by the eye bags and the mascara from yesterday smudged.

you’ve seen your phone ring the whole morning and watched it ring. every. single. time.

it’s funny how she notices your presence, only now that you’re gone.

suddenly one of your co-workers tell you someone’s waiting for you downstairs, and you know exactly who it is. you tell them thanks, but ultimately make no move to go downstairs.

you feel your phone vibrate on your desk and when it lights up, it’s from ellie.

“please come downstairs. i really need to see you.”

taking in a deep breath, you let out a shaky exhale.

fuck it.

as soon as you enter the lobby of your workplace, you see her back first, and when she hears the familiar clicks of your heels, she turns around.

she’s carrying a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. she looks equally as beat up as you. eye bags, ruffled hair, posture a little slouchy yet shy, and then shes walking towards you.

“hi…” she doesn’t fail to notice the way your face is expressionless. and it scares her.

“hey.” you say simply and put your hands in ellie’s hoodie, that yes, you are still wearing. you put it on again after changing your clothes this morning.

“is that mine?”

“why are you here ellie?”

ouch. that hurts her a little. “why am i here? why weren’t you at home this morning? why did you leave in the middle of the night? do i get to know that?” ellie’s voice gradually increases, laced in confusion, hurt, and most of all, concern.

“ellie,” you sigh and look away. “can we talk about this later? i’m pretty busy right now and i-“

“that’s bullshit and we both know it. i’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

“there’s nothing to talk about.”

“please. we both know that’s a lie.”

and she’s right. because suddenly your body is flaring up in warmth and you’re spilling words that you can’t even think about before speaking.

you finally look at her and rip off the bandaid that’s gotten cotton fuzz on it from how long it’s been there. “ellie it’s like i’m living with a ghost. the only time we talk is never and you started drinking yourself to sleep. mornings with you are like living with a fucking mad hatter. i can’t say anything around you without feeling like im about to set off a bomb. all you talk about is work and your fucking trainee and i’m so tired of it ellie. i miss you.” a shaky exhale from you. “i miss us so fucking bad.” your hands are shaking and ellie’s clutching the bouquet like it’s a lifeline.

“but you make it so difficult for me to try mend things.” are you crying now? it’s hard to tell because your face feels so hot and your tears feel the same. judging by ellie’s face: lips parted, furrowed brows, and eyes that say “i’m guilty,” you can tell that the feelings you’ve bottled up for weeks and spewing to her now is finally getting through to her.

her mouth opens a couple times and all she can mutter at first is “im sorry.” a tear falls from her eye.

“i’m so, so fucking sorry baby.” another tear. “i know ive been talking your damn ear off and my stress because of work isn’t something i should ever put on you and yet i did it- and im…i don’t even know how else to say im sorry because truthfully i know that sorry won’t fix all those nights i spent practically ignoring you.” she takes a step closer, and you’re barely keeping yourself together. “and when i saw you sleeping on the couch yesterday, i realized what i had- who i have in my life and i can’t believe i blinded myself and started mistreating you.”

“ellie-“ you sob and take a step closer.

“please let me finish, baby.” and she wipes a tear from your face.

“i’m sorry for the drinking, i’m sorry for not talking to you, i’m sorry that all i’ve been fucking talking about is work when i have such a beautiful, sweet girl right there in my home that makes me forget everything just by looking at you and hearing about your day. i love you, and i can’t say it enough but im so incredibly sorry, angel.”

her admittance to her poor behavior towards you and the sound of devotion she has for you makes your heart melt. so of course, you throw yourself into her arms and continue to sob into her neck.

the bouquet she’s holding is crushed between you before she immediately wraps her own strong arms around your waist.

“i love you so much baby. im so sorry that i ever made you doubt it.”

“ellie,” you choke out before pressing your forehead to hers. “i never doubted you, i just missed you. us.”

a hand reaches for the baby hairs stuck to your cheeks and tucks them behind your ears before looking into your eyes like it’s her true home, and kisses you.

it felt like the first kiss all over again. so much passion, so much love, and so much devotion.

she pulls away first and rests her forehead back on yours again. “please let me take you out tonight.” she whispers.

you notice the tear streaks along the constellation of freckles framing her cheekbones and your heart breaks. your sweet, sweet girl.

you nod once and kiss her again. arms around her neck and chests pressed tightly.