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do not understand why ada is such a controversial character, if rookie leon looked at me like that id manipulate him too. just look at him, he's practically begging for it
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE MASC4MASC ELLIE
inked in quiet places .āā±
ā± cw: tattoo!artist!ellie, masc!reader, tension, grungy kinda, flirting.
ā± a/n: my comeback fic
ā± part two
the bell above the tattoo shop door chimed softly when you pushed it open.
the sound brief and delicate compared to the steady mechanical buzzing that hummed deeper inside the studio.
a sound that carried through the space like a low electric heartbeat and immediately told you that someone was already working.
you stepped inside and let the door fall closed behind you, rainwater still clinging to the shoulders of your dark denim jacket and dripping faintly from the ends of your hair.
the shop smelled like antiseptic and ink and faintly burnt metal, the kind of smell that most people associated with pain but that, strangely enough, felt grounding to you.
like stepping into a place where things were deliberate and permanent instead of temporary and disposable.
the walls were covered in flash sheets, rows of traditional designs inked onto thick paper and framed behind glass:
panthers with their teeth bared, roses wrapped around daggers, skeleton hands holding cigarettes, delicate moths and swallows and small linework constellations that looked surprisingly similar to the one saved in your phone.
you hovered near the entrance for a moment, hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket and shoulders slightly hunched in the way that people sometimes mistook for confidence when it was really just a comfortable kind of awkwardness.
youād been thinking about this tattoo for a long time.
not in the impulsive way people sometimes talked about tattoos, no drunken ideas scribbled on napkins or blurry midnight decisions, but in the slow, quiet way where something lived in the back of your mind for months until it started to feel like it belonged on your body already.
the buzzing from the back room stopped for a moment.
then a voice called out, casual and slightly rough around the edges.
āhey, gimme like two minutes.ā
you leaned your shoulder against the wall beside the flash sheets, glancing around the shop while you waited, your shoes squeaking faintly against the polished floor when you shifted your weight.
through the open divider you could see part of the tattoo station.
and the person sitting there.
she was leaning forward in a rolling stool beside the chair, auburn hair pulled back loosely so that a few strands kept falling into her face every time she tilted her head down to focus on the skin beneath her hands.
the sleeves of her faded black shirt were rolled up to her elbows, revealing forearms scattered with tattoos that looked like they had been built over time rather than planned all at once.
little pieces tucked between older ones, lines that overlapped slightly, the kind of patchwork collection that told a story about a person rather than trying to present a perfect aesthetic.
even from a distance you could see how steady her hands were.
the buzzing started again for a few seconds before stopping completely.
āalright,ā she said to the client sitting in the chair, wiping the tattoo gently with a paper towel before spraying it with green soap and cleaning it again.
āthatās it for today, let it breathe tonight, wash it tomorrow morning, and donāt scratch it even if it feels like your skinās trying to crawl off your arm.ā
the client laughed, thanked her, and stepped out past you toward the door.
when the bell chimed again, the girl at the station peeled off her gloves and tossed them into the trash before finally glancing up.
her eyes landed on you immediately.
you were taller than her by a few inches, wearing a beat-up jacket over a loose black hoodie and dark jeans that had clearly seen better days, the fabric worn slightly at the knees and cuffs.
your hair was messy in a deliberate sort of way, the kind of cut that looked like you trimmed it yourself sometimes.
you didnāt move.
she studied you for a second, her head tilting slightly like she was trying to figure something out.
then she wiped her hands with a paper towel and leaned back against the counter behind her.
āyou here for a consult,ā she asked, āor are you walking in?ā
āwalk-in,ā you said.
your voice came out low and calm, the kind of tone that suggested you didnāt feel any particular need to rush through the interaction.
she nodded once.
ācool.ā
she grabbed a sketch pad and pen from the counter and stepped a little closer, stopping just far enough away that there was still space between you but close enough that you could see the freckles scattered across her nose and the faint green tint in her eyes.
āiām ellie,ā she said.
you told her your name.
she repeated it once under her breath like she was testing how it sounded.
then she tapped the pen lightly against the sketch pad.
āso,ā she said, glancing up at you again, āwhatāre we doing today?ā
you pulled your phone from your pocket and unlocked it, scrolling briefly before holding the screen out toward her.
ellie stepped closer to look.
your shoulders were almost level with hers now, and when she leaned in slightly you could smell the faint scent of disinfectant soap mixed with something warmer, maybe the ink itself, or maybe just the lingering smell of the shop.
she studied the design on your phone in silence for a few seconds.
it was simple.
a small constellation, drawn in thin clean lines with the stars connected by delicate geometric spacing.
ellie hummed softly.
ānice,ā she said. āfine-line stuff like this can look really good if itās placed right.ā
she rotated the phone slightly, looking at the spacing again before handing it back.
āyou want it exactly like that,ā she asked, āor are you cool if i adjust it a little so it fits your arm better?ā
āwhatever works best.ā
her mouth curved slightly.
āgood answer.ā
she gestured toward the chair behind her.
āsit.ā
you shrugged off your jacket and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down, pushing the sleeve of your hoodie up past your elbow.
your forearm was solid with muscle built from everyday work rather than workouts, veins faintly visible beneath your skin.
ellie noticed immediately.
ānot bad placement,ā she said, stepping closer and gently taking your arm to turn it under the light. āinner forearmās good for linework, skinās usually smooth enough that the lines heal clean.ā
ellieās hands were warm, steady, as she turned your wrist slightly, examining the space.
the faint scent of antiseptic and something subtly floral hung in the air of the tattoo studio, a low hum from a distant machine a constant backdrop.
āyou got any tattoos already?ā she asked, her voice a low murmur.
you shook your head.
she glanced up at you with a raised eyebrow. āseriously?ā
āyeah.ā
her grin widened. āyou look like someone who definitely has at least one dumb tattoo.ā
āthanks.ā
āi mean that in a good way,ā she said, a playful glint in her green eyes.
ānot sure there is a good way.ā
she laughed quietly, a soft, husky sound, and reached for the stencil paper.
āyou nervous?ā
you leaned back slightly in the chair, shoulders relaxing. ānot really.ā
ellie pressed the stencil against your skin, holding it there carefully before peeling the paper away. the cool, damp sensation lingered.
āyou donāt seem nervous,ā she observed.
āis that a problem?ā
she tilted her head, a few stray strands of dark hair framing her face. āmost people are a little jumpy the first time.ā
you shrugged. āguess i trust you.ā
for a moment she didnāt say anything. then she looked up at you again, her eyes meeting yours.
āyou just met me.ā
āyeah,ā you said calmly. ābut your linework looks solid. i checked out your instagram.ā
ellie stared at you for a second before snorting quietly. āthat might be the smoothest compliment anyoneās ever tried to sneak into a tattoo appointment.ā
āi wasnāt trying to be smooth.ā
āsure you werenāt.ā she handed you a small mirror.
ācheck the stencil.ā
you leaned forward slightly. the constellation sat perfectly along the inside of your forearm, a delicate scattering of stars. it looked exactly right.
āyeah,ā you said. āthat works.ā
ellie pulled on a fresh pair of black gloves, the material snapping taut. she snapped a sterile needle cartridge into her machine, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room.
āalright,ā she said, adjusting the voltage slightly. āthis is gonna feel like a very angry cat scratching you repeatedly.ā
āgood to know.ā
āyouāll survive.ā
the machine buzzed to life, a steady, high-pitched whine.
she stretched the skin on your forearm gently with her fingers before guiding the needle into the first line.
the sensation was sharp but manageable, a vibrating scratch that made your muscles tense slightly before relaxing again.
ellie noticed immediately. ābreathe,ā she said without looking up, her voice calm.
āi am breathing.ā
āyou were holding it.ā
you exhaled slowly.
āthere we go,ā she murmured. the buzzing continued steadily.
after a few minutes she glanced up at you again. āyouāre weirdly calm about this.ā
āshould i be screaming?ā
āi mean,ā she said casually, a playful glint in her eyes, āit would make the day more interesting.ā
you smiled faintly. āiāll keep that in mind.ā
ellie wiped the tattoo with a paper towel and leaned closer to inspect the line.
up close, you could see the small scar cutting through her eyebrow and the faint smudge of ink on her thumb where the glove didnāt quite cover.
āwhy this design?ā she asked after a moment, her fingers continuing their work.
you watched her work for a second before answering. āmy mom used to show me these stars. orion.ā
ellieās hand slowed slightly. āshe into astronomy?ā
āyeah.ā your voice softened without you meaning it to. āwhen i was a kid i couldnāt sleep much, so sheād take me outside and point them out. said the sky looked different depending on how you felt.ā
ellie nodded slowly while continuing the line. āthatās a good mom thing.ā
you swallowed. āshe died a couple years ago. cancer.ā the words were quiet, almost a whisper.
for a moment the only sound in the room was the steady buzzing of the machine.
then ellie wiped the tattoo again and said quietly, her voice imbued with empathy, āthen itās a good tattoo. a beautiful way to remember her.ā
you looked at her. she glanced up briefly, your eyes meeting for half a second before she looked back down at your arm. the buzzing continued.
āyou know,ā ellie said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence, āmy first tattoo was awful.ā
āoh yeah?ā
āyeah.ā she leaned back slightly to switch needle cartridges.
āgot it when i was sixteen. a stick-and-poke in a friendās garage.ā
āthat tracks.ā
āitās a moth.ā
āthatās not bad.ā
āit looks like dog shit,ā she deadpanned, a wry grin on her face.
you laughed, a genuine burst of mirth.
ellie smiled faintly. āsee,ā she said, āi knew you were gonna laugh at that.ā
āyou set yourself up.ā
āyeah well.ā she leaned closer again, finishing the last star with careful precision. after another minute she wiped the tattoo clean and sat back.
āalright.ā she angled the lamp toward your arm. ātake a look.ā
the constellation looked perfect. thin. clean. exactly like the sky you remembered, now etched onto your skin.
you stared at it for a moment, a profound sense of peace settling over you.
ellie watched your face instead of the tattoo. āyou like it?ā she asked quietly, a hint of vulnerability in her tone.
āyeah.ā your voice came out softer now, thick with emotion. āi really like it. itās⦠perfect.ā
her expression softened slightly. āgood.ā
she wrapped the tattoo carefully with protective film before peeling off her gloves.
āyouāll probably want a touch-up in a few weeks,ā she said, leaning back against the counter, a casual confidence in her stance.
āoh yeah?ā
āyeah.ā her eyes flicked up to yours again, a direct, lingering gaze. āyou can book with me.ā
you stood and pulled your sleeve down carefully. āstrictly professional?ā you teased.
ellie scratched the back of her neck, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
āor,ā she said casually, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again, āyou could come back even if you donāt need a tattoo. just to, you know, hang out.ā
you grabbed your jacket from the chair. ājust to hang out with my tattoo artist?ā
āexactly.ā
you headed toward the door. then paused.
āhey ellie?ā
āyeah?ā
you lifted your arm slightly. āthis might not be my last tattoo.ā
she leaned against the counter, a small, knowing grin pulling at the corner of her mouth.
her eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. āgood,ā she said, her voice soft. āi was hoping youād come back.ā
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Me when I see "(r!receiving)" in the fic tags for the 1000th time
LIKE PLEASE JUST LET ME FUCK ELLIE WHERE ARE ALL THE SUB ELLIE FANFICS IM LOSING MY MIND
So valid op
single mom grace x emilyās teacher readerā¦

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i need fourteen grace ashcroft fics on my desk by the end of the week
Why are there so many incest and literal r&pe posts for leon... THATS NOT MY LEON HES NOT LIKE THAT
Theyre all the same two people as well š
not one of the bros
ellie williams x masc!reader
cw: party hookup, banter, awkward oblivious ellie, smooth flirty reader, smut, oral sex (e!receiving), dominant!reader, top!reader, bottom!reader.
a/n: wrote this for all my masc baddies (myself included) because where are all of the masc!reader x ellie fics??!!
the house smelled like sweat, vodka, and someoneās cheap cologne that hadnāt been updated since 2014. you were halfway through your second drink and already debating if it was time to ghost through the side gate and pretend you never came.
it wasnāt the partyās fault, necessarily. the music was okay, some underground house mix you vaguely recognised from someoneās tiktok set, and the crowd was exactly what youād expect in east la: too cool to care and too high to notice anyone who wasnāt already verified online. but you werenāt here for the ambiance.
you were here because cat invited you. which in retrospect, was mistake number one.
you leaned against the grimy counter in the kitchen, fingers curled around your red cup, while cat talked at you. she had that lean-in thing going on, fingers just barely grazing your forearm, head tilted like you were in the middle of an intimate confession instead of her oversharing about some girl she matched with and never messaged back.
her knee brushed yours.
you shifted away slightly, but she didnāt seem to notice. āyou look good tonight,ā she said, licking at her straw like it owed her rent. āmissed seeing this face.ā
you raised a brow. āyou ghosted me the second you came.ā
she laughed, unbothered. āi was busy.ā
āwith what, haunting other girlsā lives?ā
that earned a smirk. āyou love it.ā
you didnāt. not anymore.
before you could respond, a ripple in the energy of the room made your eyes flick toward the hallway. and there she was.
ellie fucking williams.
messy auburn hair. gray tank top. one arm tucked into the pocket of her jeans while the other held a solo cup like she was auditioning for a leviās ad. her expression was unreadable as she stood half-listening to some tall guy with a beanie, nodding vaguely while her eyes wandered.
and then they landed on you.
there was a pause, just long enough for your pulse to skip, before she lifted her cup slightly in acknowledgment.
you grinned. not because she waved. because she looked again.
āellieās here,ā cat said beside you, suddenly cooler. her voice took on a casual sharpness. ādidnāt think sheād show.ā
āellie?ā you echoed, not looking away.
āmy ex,ā cat said, and then like it was some cautionary label: āsheās intense.ā
you tilted your head, letting your smile grow a little. āyeah?ā
āshe draws stuff. real quiet. weird in relationships. canāt read her.ā
you hummed, taking another sip. āsounds hot.ā
cat blinked. āwhat?ā
you finally turned to face her. āsheās your ex, right? so hands off?ā
cat scoffed. āsheās not even your type.ā
āsure about that?ā
before cat could formulate another territorial rebuttal, you were already moving - slipping through the crowd, drink in hand, heartbeat thumping a little faster for reasons that had nothing to do with the bassline.
ellie clocked you a few seconds before you reached her. her eyes darted over your outfit; loose button-up, rings, baggy jeans, that cocky half-lidded smirk you always wore when you were feeling yourself.
āhey,ā you said smoothly, leaning against the wall beside her. āyou look like youāre two eye-rolls away from leaving.ā
ellie huffed. āi hate parties.ā
you sipped your drink, tilting your head. āyeah, you seem like the brooding type.ā
she turned slightly toward you. āyou were talking to cat earlier?ā
ātrying to,ā you muttered. ādidnāt realise i signed up for a monologue.ā
that earned a smile. not full, but real. āyeah, she does that.ā
you looked her over, slower this time. āyouāre ellie, right?ā
āhow do you-ā
āiāve been warned about you.ā you grinned.
ellie raised an eyebrow. āoh yeah? what was the verdict?ā
āthat youāre emotionally unavailable and intense.ā
she shrugged. ānot inaccurate.ā
you chuckled, sipping your drink again. āi like intense.ā
there was a pause. ellie blinked. then gave you a polite, tight-lipped smile. āright on.ā
you blinked back.
oh my god, she thinks iām just being friendly.
there was a beat of silence, and you decided to double down.
āyou dating anyone right now?ā you asked casually.
ellie shrugged. ānah.ā
ādamn,ā you muttered. āwhatās it like to have people leave you alone at parties?ā
that made her laugh - a short, surprised one. āi wouldnāt know. youāve got cat following you around like she wants her name tattooed on your thigh.ā
you rolled your eyes. āyeah, iāve been turning her down.ā
ellie glanced at you. āwhy? thought you two had a thing.ā
you tilted your head, letting the silence stretch just long enough. then, you sighed - loudly, dramatically, eyes cast upward like you were asking the ceiling for strength.
āi havenāt been laid in, like, weeks, ellie.ā
she blinked.
you gave her a deadpan look. ādo you think iād be out here suffering if cat was doing it for me?ā
ellie stared at you, jaw slightly slack.
your mouth twitched upward. ājesus, do i need to spell it out for you?ā
there was a full beat before her eyes widened.
āoh,ā she said slowly.
you didnāt move. just looked at her; calm, amused, and deliberately not saying anything more.
her lips parted again. then pressed together. then opened a third time. āā¦oh.ā
you gave her a smug little nod. āthere it is.ā
āyou were flirting with me?ā
you raised both eyebrows. āellie.ā
āi thought we were likeā¦yāknow. bros.ā
you deadpanned. ādo you flirt with all your bros like this?ā
she flushed. āno, i-fuck, okay.ā
you laughed softly. āyouāre cute when you realise things three drinks later.ā
ellie took a long sip from her cup. āyouāre dangerous.ā
āonly if you let me be.ā
she licked her lips, glanced down the hall, then back at you. her gaze dipped to your mouth. you didnāt miss it.
āiām not gonna lie,ā she said. āi kinda wanna kiss you.ā
you smirked. āwhatās stopping you?ā
ellie glanced around, then tilted her head toward the hallway. ābathroom. two doors down.ā
you were already reaching for her hand.
the bathroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the party to a dull throb. it smelled like someoneās vanilla hand soap and weed. you didnāt care.
the second the lock turned, ellie was on you; hands gripping your open flannel, mouth slanted over yours like sheād been waiting weeks. you pushed her gently back against the sink, kissing her deeper, slower, just to savour the way her hands trembled when she touched your waist.
āyou still think i wanted to be your bro?ā you murmured against her lips.
ellie huffed, breathless. āokay, okay. i get it.ā
āsay it.ā
she rolled her eyes. āyou were flirting.ā
you grinned. āthere we go.ā
your hands slipped beneath her tank, fingers brushing soft skin. her breath hitched.
ellie pulled back, pupils blown wide. āyou gonna let me top?ā
you leaned in, lips grazing her ear. ādo you really think youāre gonna top right now?ā
ellie exhaled. āi could.ā
you stepped back, dropping to your knees in one slow, deliberate motion. ānot tonight, baby.ā
she cursed under her breath, her voice gone rough as you tugged her jeans down, boxers sliding with them. your hands gripped her thighs, thumbs brushing goosebumps along her skin. ellie leaned back against the sink, biting her lip like she might explode just from being seen like this.
you kissed the inside of her thigh, slow and warm. ātell me what you want.ā
ellie shuddered. āfuck-just⦠touch me.ā
you didnāt waste time. you licked a slow stripe up her pussy, then circled her clit with your tongue, steady and focused. she let out a choked moan, hips stuttering forward. you sucked, gentle but insistent, and slid two fingers inside her at the same time.
āoh-fuck-ā she gasped, clutching the counter. āyou-jesusā¦ā
you curled your fingers just right, lips never leaving her clit, building a rhythm that made her thighs shake around your shoulders.
ellieās breath hitched. ādonāt stop, donāt-fuck, donāt-ā
you didnāt. you held her through it, mouth and fingers working in sync, until she broke with a gasp and a trembling moan, legs buckling as she came hard against your mouth.
you stood slowly, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, and kissed her again. ellie grabbed your face, kissing you like she needed to recover through you, breathing hard and laughing softly into your mouth.
āi hate how smug you look right now,ā she muttered.
you grinned. āstill think iām your bro?ā
she groaned. āshut the fuck up.ā
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has ANYONE seen an ellie x masc reader out there? if so, lmk cause a girl be bored!! it would def be nice to see some masc4masc representation
When I'm trying to find leon smut and I scroll past some dumb ahh incest slop

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ellie x male!reader headcannons ??
yes ofcc
ellie x male!reader hcs
ā° 1. sheād leave you for a woman
-xoxo khloe
shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers
TW.
can we all agree people who enjoy writing and reading incest are fucking weirdos.
example:
one of the many sick people who write incest for a living and enjoy it and thinks its hot. What they write is unfortunately some peopleās reality. getting r4p3d by family members on a daily basis and having no choice but to live with it. They donāt understand how triggering it is to scroll on tumblr and see stupid shit like this and quite frankly itās embarrassing for them as they think ts is genuinely ok. Please, seek help. Itās not normal and @tojincest and all the other weirdos that support you are fucking disgusting. Knowing damn well thereās kids on this app and promoting weird thoughts to them is crazy. How would you feel if your dad āfvcked you to bedā. Like genuinely how does it even come to mind. You and any other person promoting this are horrible people.
GIVE ME MORE NERDY CLARK KENT. GIVE ME THE AWKWARD, SHY, DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HES DOING AND EXTREMELY HEAD OVER HEELS CLARK. NOT SUPERMAN. CLARK. KENT.
Clark Kent would never curse. Stop putting that in the fanfictions
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i canāt believe jimmy olsen getting bitches was a crucial part of the movie
i know this might be controversial, but enough is enough.
as someone who grew up in the rigidityāand, at times, oppressive natureāof roman catholicism, i am so tired of the religious!reader trope where theyāre portrayed as so innocent theyāre practically a child. we were not innocent. we knew the names of our bodies, the weight of shame, and the crushing complexity of guilt. i knew that my vagina was a vagina.
the sheer amount of extremely innocent!religious!reader fics is unsettling. they turn the reader into this caricatureāwide-eyed, naive, almost infantilized, complete with pigtails and an oversized cross necklace perfect for a porn video thumbnail.
for meāand for a lot of other lesbians iāve bonded with over religious traumaāit was never about innocence. it was about guilt. guilt over pleasure, guilt over sin, and all the ways we punished ourselves for being human.
we werenāt these overgrown children teetering around in purity. we were messy, complicated, and burdened by shame in ways that were far more nuanced than these portrayals ever capture. enough, please.