#Ellie if you see this I know you'll make fun of me so I'm prepared

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

So Much To Learn

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: a lot, again; Sub!Spencer and kinda mean dom reader, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader is 21), hand job/teasing, honorifics & pet names, marking a lot, p in v sex, they both talking diiiiirty, minor praise, risky sex, multiple orgasms, edging, squirting- I think I got everything??

Genre: Smut kinda fluff and like minor minor angst if you squint

Summary: You don't react well when you realize someone else is giving your professor boyfriend entirely too much of their attention

A/N: technically this is a continuation of So Much To Teach but order is arbitrary lol

Part 1< >Part 3

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The weeks after Spencer's confession in his office are- fun to say the least. Meeting in secret, teasing him in class, it's all very exciting. With finals just around the corner now though, you're not sure what it means for the two of you. Will he be interested in establishing anything solid with you once you're out of his class? Will things continue as they are? Will he toss you aside only to replace you with another student from another class next semester? The last possibility bothers you more than you'd like to admit. You'll have to find a good time to bring it up to him soon. Between preparing for final exams or papers and Spencer's near insatiable appetite for time with you there's never a moment you want to risk ruining with what will no doubt be an awkward conversation.

There's a slight knock on the door at the back of the classroom that interrupts Spencer's lecture and your wandering mind. Everyone turns to see another professor walk into the room.

"Oh shoot. I'm so sorry Spence I- I thought your class would be over by now." Professor Greene says. She has the decency to look remorseful although you've noticed her sniffing around Spencer for a little while now so you roll your eyes to yourself.

"Oh don't worry about it Professor Greene we're just wrapping up, come on in." Spencer says kindly. "Alright guys reminder, your finals are online and are due at the end of finals week- that's Friday in two weeks' time. We're not meeting on Thursday but next Tuesday for our final meeting time together I'll be having a review session. It's not mandatory but I'll be here during our class time to answer any last minute study questions you may have. I hope to see you next week but if not good luck on all your finals, if you're graduating congratulations, enjoy your holidays, and have a good day!" Spencer dismisses the class. Usually, you'd linger to drop by his office after class but with Professor Greene about to commandeer his attention, you're not sure if you should. Still, you take your time packing up your things while listening in on their conversation.

"I really am so sorry I interrupted your lecture, Spence. I just wanted to ask about the staff meeting I missed the other day." Professor Greene says.

"Oh don't worry about it, Professor Greene but I can email you my notes from the meeting real quick." Spencer says walking over to his computer.

"I've told you a thousand times Spencer call me Ellie." She says patting his shoulder. Spencer mutters something you can barely hear as you exit the classroom. You don't catch the way his eyes trail after you for a moment before he focuses back on sending this email.

"Y/n!" Matt calls pretty much as soon as you make it out of the classroom.

"Oh, hey Lewis. What's up?"

"Was wondering if you were free to meet up sometime to do some studying for the final? Ya know that way we can help each other with things that are confusing and anything we can't figure out together- we can bring up next week during the review session."

"Ya know what that's a great idea Matt. Why don't we do Thursday- since we don't have class we can just hit the library during that time." You suggest.

"Perfect. I'll meet you at the library on Thursday then." Matt smiles, rushing ahead to catch up with some friends. You make your way to Spencer's office like you do after every class although usually you walk together. Today you sit on the bench that's a few feet from his office and wait for him while reading a book.

"Sweetheart. I was wondering where you ran off to." Spencer says when he reaches his office.

"Didn't want to interrupt. She likes you, you know."

"What?" He frowns over his shoulder at you as he unlocks his office door.

"Professor Greene. She was totally flirting with you when she came in during class." You stand up and follow him into his office.

"Was she?" He hums.

"You're telling me you didn't notice?" You scoff.

"Do you want me to notice other women flirting with me?"

"I don't care, Spencer, you're not my boyfriend-"

"Hey, that's not fair." He frowns. You know it's not, Spencer told you early on the only thing stopping him from labeling your relationship was because of how risky it is to date your professor, but you're apparently facing jealousy and it's making you mean.

"I was only saying she's being really obvious. Whether you're interested or not though, is your business. I have some studying to do so I can't stick around today but I didn't want to disappear without letting you know." You say dismissively.

"Y/n," Spencer says softly.

"I'll see you next week." You tell him, turning on your heel. You need to get your feelings under control and quickly.

"I'm not interested in her. You have to know you're the only one on my mind." Spencer says before you make it out the door. You're not even sure what to say back, so you leave without a word.

You've never considered yourself a jealous or insecure person but for some reason, Professor Greene really gets under your skin when it comes to Spencer. Maybe it's because you know it would be easier for him to date her, she's close to his age and there's no taboo surrounding that pairing. That doesn't make feeling this way any less annoying. I mean- you've been ignoring her attempts at making advances at him for the past couple of months but you think the stress of exams and final papers is exacerbating a feeling you normally wouldn't even notice. Honestly, you have entirely too much else going on to be wasting time focused on staking your claim over a man that's only yours in locked offices, empty halls, and dark rooms. You don't fight over men, if Professor Greene can 'take him from you' she can absolutely have him.

By Thursday when you meet up with Matt, you've managed to knock those ugly thoughts of Spencer and Professor Greene to the back of your head, drowning yourself in studying and paper writing. You have no problems in Spencer's class, even before you were fucking him you had an A average so his final is the least of your worries but you know a review can't hurt. You spend way longer than the length of a class studying with Matt, he's a good student which appears to come with great effort on his part. He goes over things in such depth you're actually a little impressed and for a moment there you wonder what it would be like to pick the easy lover. Matt's kind, and attractive, and it would be much less complicated, no sneaking around- well maybe a bit but it would be for fun, not out of necessity. He'd walk you to class holding your hand, and kiss you on the quad, you'd probably adopt his whole friend group, they're athletes whose girlfriends always seem to be adored by all of them. It would be nice, it would be sweet. If things with Spencer do end at the end of the term you'll seriously consider falling for Matt. The version of reality where you end up with him sounds good. If only you'd realized it before Spencer caught your eye so severely. Would things be different? Would you be holding Matt's hand across the table right now? Sitting next to each other in class? Having him over to study late into the night until you'd have him just stay over because you don't want him to leave so late? It seems silly to spend so much time dwelling on a world that you gave up months ago. You blame it on the stress of the end of a semester.

When Tuesday rolls around you go to the review session knowing you don't actually have any questions but maybe someone will ask one you didn't think of that will come in handy. There are not that many people here for the review, some kids from other sections for sure, but still only maybe 20 of you in total. Spencer tries a number of times to catch your attention while he answers questions to gauge how you're feeling but you don't give anything away on your face. That is until Professor Greene walks in about halfway through the review session.

"Hi Spence! Sorry to interrupt, I know you're reviewing for finals and stuff but I ordered a sandwich for lunch and they gave me 2? I just thought I'd offer you one." She smiles as she scurries to the front of the room. Spencer catches the wry smile that just barely cracks your poker face for a moment and he's almost nervous to address Professor Greene.

"Oh- I appreciate it Professor Greene but I brought lunch, I always do. Perhaps Mike would like it if he's on campus? I know he usually buys food at the student center for lunch." He offers. Graceful rejection. Hopefully enough to keep you happy and put off his coworker at the same time. You make a point to not react outwardly but you do notice his choice to call her Professor Greene while calling another professor in the building Mike despite her giggling request last week to call her by her first name.

"Mike?" She blinks at him.

"Yeah he's- probably doing some grading in his office upstairs." Spencer smiles. "Anyone have any other questions for me?" He turns his attention back to the small group of students who mostly seem ready to leave after watching the exchange.

"The exam is a combination of multiple choice and short answer right?" A woman asks.

"Correct, just like your exams in class." He nods. "It- seems like we've covered all your questions guys so, I think it's okay for us to wrap this up a bit early yes?" Spencer asks. Professor Greene is still in the room but Spencer avoids her gaze diligently as the class murmurs affirmatives.

"Spence before you head off can I speak to you for a moment?" Professor Greene asks quietly while the rest of the room is busy packing up their things.

"Of course." He answers reluctantly. "Miss y/n, don't go far I have an assignment of yours I'd like to discuss in my office." Spencer tells you before you can even stand up.

"Sure prof." You drawl resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"Look Spencer the sandwich was- a decoy. I mean they did give me an extra that I wanted to offer you but it was really an excuse to ask you something else." Professor Greene's tone is hushed as you and a few others are still milling about the room.

"Oh- well what is it?" Spencer asks though his gaze shifts to you every so often. You who sits so seemingly unbothered waiting for him, chewing gum, tapping away on your phone, not even looking their way although your ears are definitely paying attention.

"I'm having a little faculty get-together and I wanted to invite you personally."

"What, like going out for drinks?"

"Yeah exactly! Will you be there?"

"Uh- email me the details and I'll let you know."

"Awesome! I really hope to see you there Spence." She places her hand on his arm and he quickly walks over to his satchel to escape the touch.

"I'll- see what I can do." He mutters. "Is that all? I don't want to keep y/n waiting all afternoon."

"Y/n?" She frowns.

"My student? The only person in the room. Who I asked to wait up when I dismissed everyone?" Spencer frowns at her.

"Right! I guess I forgot. One track mind sometimes." She waves off with a giggle. How unnecessarily dismissive.

"Y/n. My office. Ready to go?" He turns his attention to you without even addressing her comment.

"Whenever you're done." You shrug.

"That would be now."

"Alright. Let's go." You stand up and exit the class before him.

"I'll see you at the gathering Spencer." Professor Greene says as he follows you out. You don't say anything as you walk down the halls with Spencer trailing behind. He thinks he handled that well but he can't tell. It's like you're being hard to read on purpose. He unlocks his office door and lets you inside before him, shutting it behind him.

"Look I-"

"I think you should go." You tell him first.

"What?"

"To her little get together. I think you should go." You shrug.

"You do?" He frowns which deepens when you nod. "Why?" He asks.

"It's good for you to socialize with your coworkers." You offer noncommittally.

"You're in a better mood about her today than you were last week." He says carefully.

"Is the door locked?" You ask him.

"What?"

"To your office. Did you lock the door?"

"Oh- yes. I always lock-"

"Yes is sufficient." You say sitting in his office chair.

"Sweetheart, talk to me, what's-" He stops when you hold up one of your hands.

"Spencer, drop to your knees." You say.

"What?" He blinks at you.

"It's a very simple instruction, I would expect a man with as many degrees as you hold would be able to understand a 4-word command."

"I understood it fine I just-"

"Then why are you still standing? If you understood it Spencer do it. I want you on your knees. Now." You cross your arms. Spencer slowly, unsurely, lowers himself to his knees, still by the door to his office. "That's better. Come over to me. And just so we're clear you'll have to crawl." Spencer bends and shuffles over to you on his hands and knees, gaze pointed at the carpet in his office. You've discussed the possibility of him giving up control a number of times but this is not how he expected today to go. When he's by your side you lift his chin up to force his eyes to yours. "Finals week starts in two days Spence, I've got three papers and two exams to think about. I don't have time to worry about if you're going to behave or not." You tell him.

"I-"

"Choose your next words very carefully baby they might just ruin your day." You warn him.

"I would never misbehave darling. My loyalties are to you." He says softly.

"Are you willing to prove that?" You ask.

"However you ask me to." He says immediately.

"I like that answer." You hum. You tug your dress over your head and drop it on his desk. "You can start by removing my panties with your teeth." You tell him. "Just your teeth. I want your hands behind your back." You add. Spencer shuffles forward and tugs at your underwear with his teeth. You move only when absolutely necessary to help but he gets them off after a few moments and holds them between his lips, looking at you for further instructions. "Good boy professor." You pull them from his mouth and drop them on the desk beside your dress. "You'll need your mouth free for this next bit." You say threading your fingers into his hair. "Your loyalties are with me you said?"

"Of course princess." Spencer's reply is breathy.

"Hm- no, not princess. Today you can call me mistress or your queen. I'll let you choose but only between those two. Anything else will get you in trouble and- today is not the day to get in trouble."

"O-okay, My Queen."

"Good. And as for proving your loyalties, you can begin with your head between my thighs, let's see how loyal you are." You spread your legs and tug at his hair still in your hand hard enough to shove his face directly into your center. Spencer is quick to react, his tongue laps up your juices as eagerly as you'd expect. He will regularly spend ages between your legs when he can just because he enjoys tasting you so much. Your back arches as he thrusts his tongue into your pussy feverishly. "Yeah, oh fuck, keep going. Show me- show me your devotion." You moan out as you grind against his mouth. Spencer groans into you as you pull at his hair. His tongue curls inside you just barely brushing against that spongy patch and you have to bite your lip to keep from squealing when he does. Spencer's nose nudges at your clit as he focuses his tongue on your inner walls until your legs stiffen around his ears. When that happens he drags his tongue up to your clit and focuses his attention there, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking on it while his tongue lashes it with figure 8s. You almost scream when your orgasm crashes into you, fingers tightening in his hair and your back coming off the chair as you ride the waves of your release. "Don't- don't stop Spence. Fuck- keep sucking my clit." You pant out. Your eyes squeeze shut at the almost painful stimulation, but you want a second orgasm from him before you let him up for air and you plan to get it. You swallow your whines from those first few moments of post-orgasmic overstimulation and force Spencer further into your heat, practically smooshing his face against you. Your moan when overstimulation gives way to pure pleasure again is enough to have Spencer clenching his fists as more blood rushes to his already painfully hard dick. It fills him with a new level of determination as he sharpens the movements of his tongue against you. Your second orgasm builds quickly, and within a few minutes, you're shaking again, this orgasm covering Spencer's face and even squirting onto his shirt. You pull his hair harshly enough to move him away from you as you take a few deep breaths. Spencer sits panting, covered in your juices, pupils blown so wide there's no trace of his hazel-colored irises. "Look at what a mess you are." You hum. "You look pretty like this."

"Thank you- mistress." His voice is hoarse.

"Strip and sit on the couch. You can walk this time." You tell him. He stands, though a little unsteadily, and walks over to the loveseat, taking off his shirt and then his pants before sitting down with his gaze trained on you. You take your time standing from his chair and walking over to him, detouring to grab your jacket that you'd tossed over your backpack upon entry. You won't put the dress back on for now, having totally soaked your lover you have no interest in walking out of here in a damp dress, but your leather jacket will be fine. Spencer watches you with rapt attention as you finally approach him, his dick is an angry looking red flopped against his stomach and his whole body is tense. You drag a finger across his thigh and then up the length of his dick, slowly, reveling in the way he jolts at the contact.

"P-please." He gasps out.

"Please what Spencer?" You tilt your head at him.

"I- I need you to do something my queen I can't- it hurts."

"Do something? I'm already touching you. You need more?"

"Yes mistress, please." Spencer's head is tossed back against the couch as you trace the veins along his dick lazily.

"You're a greedy thing." You hum.

"Please mistress- please my queen I need- god please sit on my dick. Need it so bad- need you. I can't- can't help it." Spencer grips the cushions beneath him tightly, desperately trying not to squirm under your touch.

"Only because you beg very cutely." You tell him swinging your leg over to straddle him. You grip the base of his dick in your hand and lower yourself onto him with a satisfied hum while he lets out a guttural sound that makes your walls clench around him.

"Oh god thank you, my queen. thank you, thank you. You feel so good." Spencer pants out. You brace yourself using his shoulders and set your rhythm, bouncing on his dick quickly.

"Spencer, you're not allowed to cum until I say so." You tell him, grabbing his face to make sure he's listening.

"O-okay mistress. Of course mistress." He nods frantically.

"Fuck Spence this is what you're good for, this is where you belong. Filling me with your pretty little cock, covered in my squirt, you're mine aren't you baby?" You huff as you ride him furiously.

"Yes my queen yes. I'm yours. Just yours. Only you get to use me, touch me, take me. Only you make me feel so good." Spencer groans. You feel his body tense up under you and slow your pace almost to a stop.

"Not yet Spence." You mutter sweetly kissing his neck. You stay there for a few moments, grinding against him as you take some time to litter his throat with hickeys of various sizes some of which are quite dark as well. Dark enough that you're sure he'll have them through finals week. When you're satisfied with the marks covering him you pick up your pace again and his small whimpers from your lips against his skin turn to full-blown moans again. "This time Spencer you can cum, but you ask first." You tell him. He nods at your instruction and while you should scold him for not using his words you'll let it slide considering how close you know he is. He barely manages a few minutes before he's stuttering out his request.

"C-can I mistress please can I cum?" He pants out frantically.

"Good boy. Yes you can." You chuckle airily at the relief on his face when you give him permission. You keep pace until heat spills into you at which point your hips slam down harder against him even when he begins hissing from overstimulation.

"M-my queen I- too sensitive w-wait."

"I said you could cum baby but I didn't say I'd be done with you. Today you're my toy and I'll use you as long as I want. So be good and let me play." You say, letting yourself relish in the feeling of filling yourself over and over, even as his release leaks out of you and makes his thighs sticky. You moan in surprise when Spencer's dick hardens again inside you. "Oh- fuck. Well aren't you just the perfect plaything- eager to keep your queen happy."

"I- I- yes mistress." He whines. You ride him for a while longer, taking all he has to give and then some. He fills you two more times before you're satisfied and you make sure you have a couple more releases of your own by the time you're climbing off of his completely spent dick. You walk carefully over to his desk and grab his pack of wet wipes before walking back over to him, cleaning up the utter mess around his thighs. If he didn't look so exhausted you'd have him clean the mess on your thighs with his tongue, but right now you think if you asked Spencer to do anything else he'd simply collapse, so you take a few wipes to clean up yourself once you're done with him.

"You were very good today Spencer. I'd say you more than proved your devotion." You tell him with a gentle kiss.

"You're mean when you're jealous." He chuckles breathlessly.

"So are you professor." You tap his nose and stand to dress yourself. You pick his clothes up from the floor and lay them on the arm of the chair for whenever he gets the energy to stand and dress himself. You find his lunch and set it out for him on the table as well while you're at it.

"Are you leaving?" He asks, barely able to focus.

"Well- I do have some studying to do. Will you be okay? Do you want me to stay?" You ask. You won't leave him if he's going to drop but you've set up food, cleaned him up, and made sure he knows he did well.

"I- I don't want Professor Greene you know." He mumbles.

"I know, that's why I think you should go to her gathering. With all those pretty marks on your neck, she'll surely get the hint." You say. You bend over and gently brush some hair from his eyes. "You make me feel so territorial." You mutter.

"I'm sorry." He pouts.

"It's not your fault, it's unavoidable but- I don't like hiding you." You say.

"I don't like hiding you either." Spencer takes your hand in his. You pause for a moment and sigh.

"Do you want me to stay with you, Spence?" You ask brushing your thumb against the back of his hand.

"Can you spare the time?" He asks.

"Sure. But at some point, we should talk about what the end of the semester means for us." You say. Spencer sits up and you sit on the couch letting him rest his head in your lap.

"When you finish all your finals I have a question for you." He slurs a bit through his declaration.

"Why not just ask me now?"

"I want your head clear." You can barely make it out, he's obviously falling asleep, your fingers against his scalp lulling him too quickly. You're still high off adrenaline now, not quite ready to sleep but you know you'll feel the effects of this later. Good thing tomorrow is study day and you can get away with not leaving your apartment.

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A/N: I was gonna post this on Friday but I’m posting it early as a thank you for all the love on part 1 already 🖤

[valkyrieromanoff]

GUESS THE LINE: Pedro Pascal x actress! reader

Summary: You and Pedro play Guess the line.

Tags: can be read in a platonic way or not, fluff, just friends having fun together.

A/N: My college is back and it's already killing me. I should be finishing my internship report, but here I am finishing one more imagine about Pedro Pascal. 

I hope you enjoy it, and sorry for the spelling mistakes.

“Hi, I’m Pedro Pascal”

“And I’m Y/N” 

“And this is” Your co-star began, tilting his head to face you so that you could speak together. “Is this a line from Caught Eye?”

"I confess my memory is not the best, but we'll see how it goes." You said while staring at the papers on the table. 

Pedro took the first one and looked at the paper for a moment before returning to you. “Are you ready?”

“I was born ready.” You joked.

“Born ready..” Pedro repeated laughing, as if he thought the pun was very funny. He took another look at the paper. "This one's pretty easy. You'll get it right."

“I'll get this wrong, just because you said it.” You smiled.

“You stay awake, do you hear me?! Don’t you dare close your eyes! Please, come on!” Pedro read the sentence, making his tone more serious.

"It's your line, Caught Eye, Miguel." You said it, lightly tapping your head as if it were obvious. "That scene, with a lot of fake blood involved, still haunts me." You reminded.

"Really? I found it so relaxing to sit in the snow while they threw more fake blood over it." Pedro sneered, waiting for you to grab another paper.

"Come on." You muttered, after reading the sentence.

"What? You don't know where the phrase is from?" Pedro asks, tilting his head to see what's written but returning when he remembers that the point of the game was to guess. 

"I know, it's just a coincidence." You explained, reading on. “Did you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?”

"Um, I'm not sure." He muttered, scratching his beard, making an exaggerated expression of contemplation. "I'm kidding, it's Miguel, Caught Eye. Those are so easy."

"I said, better than I imagined." You agreed, tossing the paper aside.

Pedro laughed when he read the line on the paper. He straightened in his chair, preparing his southern accent to recite.

“How would you like to ride home a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie’s out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.”

You laughed, because you knew the answer. In fact, everyone with tiktok knew exactly where that audio was from.

“Agent Whiskey, Kingsman: The Golden Circle.” You said, and Pedro responded with 'ding, ding, ding'. "When you released that film, did you imagine that six years later, it would bomb again because of your character?" Pedro chuckled and shook his head.

"Surely, I knew that at some point, Whiskey would be the star." He joked. "I'm kidding, I never thought that would happen. I guess it was a nice surprise that thousands of people out of nowhere liked me."

"Who doesn't like you, Pedro?" You said, as he smiled discreetly. 

You picked up a new paper.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I’m trying to care.” You read, uncertain.

You read, uncertain.

"You don't know what movie it is?" Pedro asked, noticing your confusion.

"I have no idea." 

Pedro laughed.

“Dieter, The Bubble.”

"How did you know?" You asked curiously.

"I played him." Pedro shrugged as you blushed embarrassedly.

"Well, it must be a good movie." You retorted, waiting for him to pick up the next line.

“Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it isn't there.” Pedro read, staring at you expectantly.

"Caught eye."

"Who said that?" He asked.

"Me, I said it."

"You're right." Pedro confirmed, tossing the paper away.

"That's a good one." You commented, reading the sentence. “It’s easier when you’re a kid anyway. You don’t have anybody else relying on you. That’s the hard part.”

"It's from The Last of Us, Joel tells Henry when Sam and Ellie are playing." Peter spoke up, celebrating his answer. "I'm really good at that."

You chuckled.

Pedro stared at the paper, and shook his head thoughtfully.

"You don't know what it is?" you asked curiously.

"No, I know, I was just trying to remember when it happened." He spoke.

 “Silly girl, can’t you see the truth in front of you? You mean nothing to him, you’re just bargaining chips for his freedom.”

"I remember that one, Caught Eye, Alexander says that to me." You stated. "I remember my face getting swollen from crying so much in that scene, Mads Mikkelsen is a really great actor, he acts his part so well."

"He really is, he can convey that aura of complex and morally grey characters." Pedro agreed.

"Okay, I hope you get that one right. Otherwise we'll have problems," You played along, while Peter raised his hands in a sign of peace.

 “You give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture.”

“Oh, that’s Lost.”

"What?" you exclaimed confused.

"I'm kidding, Caught Eye, Anna." Pedro spoke up, moving his shoulders as if the answer was obvious. "Your character said that to mine, while they were hiding in a sewer tunnel."

"Yeah, it wasn't one of the best locations." You joked.

"Only two left." Pedro commented, choosing one. He cleared his throat, leaving his tone of voice low and murmuring. “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

"Oh, it's Din Djardin." You spoke, while your co-star nodded in agreement. "I'm just unsure if it's The Mandalorian or The Book of Boba Fett, because you said that in both."

"That's right, but they put The Mandalorian in here." Pedro agreed, showing the paper to you.

"Ready for the last one?" You asked, pretending to think of which paper to pick up.

"More than ever."

"This is a tricky one." You muttered. "Everybody works for somebody."

"I feel like it's something a lot of characters in different shows and contexts could have said ." Pedro spoke up, fixing his glasses. "Can I get a hint?"

"Okay, everything I think makes it very obvious." You spoke, trying to think. "Okay, pay attention."

Pedro nodded his head in agreement.

"Cocaine, wait, can I say that?" You scolded yourself, remembering that kids could watch the interview online.

Pedro laughed, tilting his head back slightly, his eyes almost closed, crinkling at the sides. 

"Narcos, Javier Penã." He said. "That was a good line."

"Those catchphrases you use before cut the scene." You agreed. 

"Well, looks like we're out of lines." Pedro commented, looking at the empty table. "I had a lot of fun guessing which ones belonged to whom."

"You were great at the game." You praised him.

"You got them all right, I think we make a good team." Pedro spoke, stretching his arms out for you to clap hands.

"Yeah, we are." You agreed, slapping his hand, a slight noise sounding. 

You both laughed.

[nsfwhiphop]

Incoming Text for J.Timberlake & Jessica Biel:

Hey, Justin & Jessica! It's me, Angelo!

I just discovered the new music video of Justin yesterday night and I was shocked, I instantly understood the message, he is being bullied by Zombies, it was unbearable to watch, it was like watching a snuff film, I couldn't watch the music video until the end.

It was as if Justin was saying: "Do you see that bro? Now you see me."

I'm so sorry bro! It was heartbreaking to see you go through these things, the way you portrayed it in your new music video, it broke my heart.

I'm a big fan of Justin and Jessica, I respect them and it hurts to see them bullied like that.

Listen, I have a solution for you though, you should seek shelter with a righteous woman like Tracee Ellis Ross and the African-American women in her gang, they will protect you and Jessica from bullies.

Seek shelter with the Diana Ross family. You'll be fine.

The Zombies can't influence the righteous men and women, so just know that Tracee Ellis Ross is a righteous woman.

Also, don't forget to join the gang of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, they're also resisting the Zombies.

The world is slowly going to get worse, so be prepared for anything, it can go side-ways at any moment. You see the Nuclear talk on the news.

So, spend your time with the righteous people and just close the door like me, I live in a safe place and I close the door to Zombies, it's that simple. When you close the door, they can't harm you.

They're coming for the faith of the Christians and the Jewish too.

Your faith is what they want. So make sure you remember that, protect your faith at all costs, they want to snatch our faiths from us.

They want this world to become a faithless planet, no more religious faiths, only dumb people with no faith that is what they are aiming for but they are dealing with rebellious souls, who refuse to give up their faiths, and this is where the revolution becomes real.

Christians around the world be like: "I refuse to give up my faith, the fuck you gonna do about it?"

Jewish people around the world be like: "I refuse to give up my faith, the fuck you gonna do about it?"

Muslim people around the world be like: "I refuse to give up my faith, the fuck you gonna do about it?"

This is what is happening on planet earth in 2024, the people with faith in these three main Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Christianity and Islam), they are being bullied and persecuted.

So watch out for your faith bro! They're coming for us using their immense wealth and their powerful media companies.

Remember that skin color is not a barrier anymore, they're also exterminating white people too, oh, yeah, you heard that right, I clearly said 'WHITE PEOPLE' are targets of other powerful white people, it's called "WHITE-ON-WHITE CRIME", they are being oppressed and persecuted too because they refuse to give up their Christian faiths, I'm talking about White people in North America and in Europe too.

I encourage you to keep in touch with Alex Jones, he has so much information about what is going on, that's why they ruined his career, he was sued for billions of dollars that he can never pay.

Here is my advice:

"It's time to take serious gym membership and parkour classes to learn to survive in this new crazy world.

What is the meaning of Parkour? It means: the activity or sport of moving rapidly through an area, typically in an urban environment, negotiating obstacles by running, jumping, and climbing.

If you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready, ya dig?

Okay, Justin and Jessica, this chat was fun!

Peace y'all, I'm out. Big hug for my brother Justin and sister Jessica.

P.S.:

Here is the new music video with Zombies, Justin - No Angels:

[dreamtydraw]

Erika x Tadashi (oc fanfic)

Well hello there.

During a random night i felt a boost of motivation that leaded me to write that story at 3 in the morning and i don't regret anything since i ended up with something fun to offer you to read in your free time.

This story take place during the events of chapters 12 to 14 and use my scholar Erika. I recommend you to go check her story if you didn't because it would help to give contexte for certains elements of this fic.

English is not my first language, i don't usually write fic and tumblr is still a mystery for me so excuse me for the possible error in texte. Hope you'll like it if you decided to read it ( psss i added a surprise at the end )

It was not a well-kept secret that Tadashi's feelings toward Erika had grown over time, it was sudden and he was not prepared or even considering confessing it. She was a really important person in his life and the idea of ruining their friendship if it was one-sided terrified him, she was open with the fact that she liked him a lot but this girl liked everyone. Plus she was also really close to her best friends and some rumors didn't help with his situation. Before the exams, they had the chance to hang out, at that time he thought it was a lucky coincidence but they spent a nice time and she was really flirty, but she was confusing, did she really mean to show signs of interest? She's an actor, after all, she could easily fake it for an unknown reason or just be too friendly, but Tadashi tried not to think about it too much and just enjoy discussing who was smarter between the two. Then appeared the topic of vacation. He was surprised to learn that she would spend her vacation alone at her house. She felt uncomfortable talking about it but before they could change the subject she asked him

"Maybe you could spend a part of your vacation keeping me company ?"

Talk about an opportunity, it was almost too good to be true. He was conflicted since Alistair already dragged him to spend the vacation with his family in Texas but he still could make it.

"Why not, I would feel bad to know you're spending your holiday alone"

"I'm not alone I have mister snowball"

"Mister who?"

"My cat!"

The exam passed and it was hard to think of something else than the two weeks that Erika prepared for them. It wouldn't be two weeks with only both of them since there were plans to visit Jemma or Sarang or other friends, but still, that gave him plenty of time to think about his feelings and maybe find for goods hers. When Ellie's weekend was announced it ruined a part of his plans.

"Oh I can't go with you guys I can't be too far from my hospital or nurses, but don't forget to face time me!"

She insisted for him to go regardless of her situation and even if this weekend was a wonderful time with friends, he couldn't be more upset about losing two days with her. When they reunited to finally spend together the big house of the young actresses felt so quiet he feared she could hear how fast his heart was panicking.

They went out together on the snowy days, Erika holding his arm as if her life depended on it, and she wasn't far from losing it when she fell on the cold ground trying to act as if jumping was something she could easily do. Something was off, although they went on walks a lot during those days she was visibly more tired of walking than usual. Rare were the times when they didn't have to stop before going back home. The day where it was too much was when she spent the evening in a wheelchair. Tadashi was surprised, but he was shocked to realize only now that yes, Erika's health wasn't good. She never hid it, but Tadashi felt guilty that it took him so long before realizing it for real and he started to question himself. "How could I thought that I liked her for who she was but didn't acknowledge something that important about her." He started to be a bit colder, she didn't do anything, he just felt like a jerk for seeing his feelings change just because she had a handicap. She obviously felt the way he tried to avoid looking at her when she would struggle to get up, so she sadly tried to find something nice to do for their last night.

"Hey, wanna watch a movie? Possibly one where my face is not in 4K"

So the night was prepared, Tadashi's plane tickets were bought, his stuff packed, and the 8 remaining hours to spend ticking on his watch. He felt a bit sad and upset that in two weeks he didn't manage to be honest like he wanted to be, it was way harder than what Alistair tried to prepare him for, and now he felt like there wasn't any reason to try at the last minute. The movie started, Erika in her pajamas not far away on the couch with a blanket, a cheesy movie on like all the ones they spent watched before, but it felt strange and as always the houses felt too silent

"Hope you don't mind but I'm freezing alone in my corner"

Before he could react she came with her blanket and a pillow and made herself comfortable under his arm. For a moment the time was frozen and an awkward silence came while she took her hand her gaze fixed on the tv. Minutes passed but none of them was looking at the film anymore and once again she took the first step for breaking the ice.

"Tadashi?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"You're- wait what? What are you sorry for?"

"Well... I was too happy to spend my vacation with you I dragged you everywhere with me without thinking of the fact that maybe you'll feel uncomfortable... I mean I may be overanalyzing and in that case, I"ll feel really stupid but did I do anything to make you feel uneasy around me?"

Her voice was so low but he managed to be stung by every single word. Tadashi was mortified, not only he ended up backing out with his plan but he managed to make her feel sad during what was supposed to be a great moment between them.

"You... I'm sorry Erika I should be the one apologizing you were only kind and supportive since we met and managed to ruin the few moments we could have together... I'm an idiot"

"You are" she chuckled letting go of his hand "I still want to apologize if any of my behavior may have made you uncomfortable. To be honest it's just.... I felt very happy and conformable with you by my side, every time then I woke up knowing we would eat lunch and be able to just know each other more you know it... It made me happy because I really like you."

"I really like you too"

"... Tadashi I can't be more direct and honest and you're really giving me a hard time being so dense but I have feelings for you, like... I don't want you to hate me... And I have to know if what I hope being feelings to exist and that you really see me the same way I do because I'll feel really stupid being in your arms right now.

Shock, confusion, doubt but also happiness and some really red cheeks, all appeared on Tadashi's face when his brain was trying to process the information and his heart not to drop. Feeling it Erika exploded in laughter

"Oh my God I'm so sorry but if you could see your face"

"Don't laugh at me I'm searching for the right words and it's harder than it sounds like"

"So is it a me-too or a sorry?"

"Me too! Hey stop laughing at me it's your fault for being so bold"

"Yeah yeah but hey if I didn't take the lead we would be watching that boring singer movie"

"Wait you managed to follow the story"

"Kinda, I was really anxious, I thought things were weird between us, and since your flight is soon it would maybe have been awkward like that until January..."

"Again I'm deeply sorry, I find it hard to talk about those feelings..."

"Yeah I kinda understood that"

Silence came by but this time the emptiness of the houses wasn't as bad as before. She made herself more comfortable and took back his hand to hold it, with no anxiety behind it, but a question remained.

"What are we now?" He asked

"Hmmm... Lovebird? In a relationship? Koibito? Something? Just... I don't think it would be good for you to be associated with me, I have a bad reputation and with the Namako corp case, the last thing I want is that our relationship is dragged by the media for either of our scandals...... So let's keep it low ok?"

"Of course, but I'm Telling Al"

"I'm definetely telling Al too, be kind and give him the strongest hug you can from me when you'll see him, he deserves it"

Time flew by and sadly there was a plane waiting. Tadashi never felt so unfairly woken up by his alarm than when he discovered that he didn't in fact dream the past events and that his new "girlfriend" was firmly gripping his arm on the couch where they both fell asleep. After a quick kiss on the forehead, he was gone from the big house. The vacation went by and when the day arrived Tadashi had now a new reason to go back quickly to Arlington. They had some difficulty talking over texted but she didn't mind and they kept in touch even when it was barely two words, except the last week. She had told him that there may be some times when she won't respond and even if he understood it, his message never being seen in 12 days felt weird. Maybe her parents came back? Maybe she's just preparing for returning to the Academy? Nevertheless, he waited for something, for a message, for seeing her on the corridor, to see her walk to the chair next to him with her cane and big boots. Lady A's announcement came out of the blue and he ended up having many stuff to do he only realized she didn't take the seat next to him in class the next day. Well... She didn't take q seat near anyone else either, simply because she wasn't here. He tries to go check on her dorm and Maya opened as anxious as he was

"None of her stuff came back since winter break, I think there is even less than before, you have any news?"

'News' He needed it, he couldn't focus he needed to know where was she? Something didn't feel right with the situation and that kept him awake. It was way too bad, when'd Saturday came he went out without hesitation to her house knocking accompanied by other people. Something was off and his gutt screamed that something must have happened but what? Why did she disappear? Why now? Why? Just why?

Few what a long text

Well if you read all of it i would love to know what you tought of my writting, it's my first time posting stuff like that and i just like to hear what people think about my work. I didn't lied there is a litlle surprise and it's riiight there :

Hope you're having a great time, lot of love this is the end of the post.

[garbagefieri]

you're a good man, mr byrde.

Chapter Two: The Hotel Pool

(also on a03)

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"I haven't smoked pot in…awhile." Ellis ceases tapping her foot on the concrete of the hotel pool area and looks at Marty sitting in the white plastic chair next to her. He's holding what remains of her joint and he looks relaxed for the first time she's seen. He gives her the last few hits of the joint and she accepts it, starting to smoke. "Yeah? Glad I could help. You're much more handsome when your face is relaxed." Marty smiles a little and notices Ellis is fidgety again, tapping her foot. He sighs before standing up from his chair and scooting it as close as possible to Ellis' chair. After he sits back down, he gently sets his hand on her thigh, his fingers flexing against her warm skin when he feels her body heat. She stops moving her leg up and down and widens her legs so his fingers just barely brush her inner thigh. Marty asks softly, "You alright? Ruth didn't tell me much about your ex, but based on your black eye, I assume he was an asshole." Ellis crushes the end of the spent joint into the ashtray on the wicker table next to her and exhales for a long second. "He expected me to stay home all day and be content with him doing cocaine off of his assistant's fake tits. And this is after I moved to that rich goddamn suburb for him. I said fuck that, he did this to my face, I called Ruth." 

Ellis sighs deeply after regaling Marty with the story of her black eye, slumping forward a bit. Marty pats her leg and clears his throat, pulling his hand away and back to his own lap. "I'm sorry, Ellis. He sounds like a prick." She nods and stands up, fanning her tanned face. "How is it still so hot? It's night time." Marty isn't feeling the heat, but his face reddens when Ellis lets her dark hair down from its ponytail, loosely braiding it over her right shoulder as Marty takes a deeper breath than he was prepared for. He watches her fingers and suddenly realizes how high he is. Ellis turns around, notices he is staring, and grins sweetly. She pulls her loose black t shirt over her head and Marty's eyes fall to her chest and stomach. Her breasts are bigger than any he's ever had the pleasure of touching, a thought that he dwells on for a second too long. He can see the solid peaks of her nipples inside the triangle fabric of her yellow suit top and his eyes widen slightly when she slips her jean shorts off. Ellis has a flat stomach, curvy hips and her ass fits perfectly in the black underwear she's wearing.  Marty's face is stop sign red at this point, and he barely catches the hotel room towel Ellis throws at him. "I'm getting in. Wanna come?" Marty sets her towel aside and shakes his head, watching her ass as she descends the white plastic ladder into the pool.

While Ellis swims, Marty heads back to his room to grab his bottle of whiskey. There are two plastic cups on the bathroom sink, and he grabs those as well. As he turns off the bathroom light, he catches sight of his reflection in the mirror. His reflection looks more relaxed than he has in a long time. Being away from Missouri looks good on him. Or, maybe he's just at ease for the first time in awhile.  On a whim he takes his shoes and socks off, grabbing a towel and leaving his room barefoot. He can hear Ruth snoring through the walls. For just a second he thinks of how mad she would be to see him checking out her former babysitter. He smirks as his eyes focus on Ellis leaning on the edge of the hotel pool. She's gazing up at him and he quickens his pace down the stairs to her.

"What are we toasting to, Marty?"  His eyes don't leave the plastic cup full of whiskey as he says, "Ladies choice." Ellis sets her wet hand atop of his and gently takes his cup from it, catching his eyes as she steals his drink. "To my new friend Marty Byrde. Thanks for the rescue." Marty takes her forgotten cup and drinks the contents down quickly, his eyes leaving hers only once. Ellis laughs and does the same, ducking underwater and tossing her empty cup at Marty once she surfaces again. He catches it and gets splashed, berating her sharply, "Damn it, Ellis! You got me fucking wet." Ellis pulls her wet hair over her shoulder and swims closer to the edge where Marty is sitting. "Come in here, Marty. I'll get you fuckin' wet." She grins and her lips look black in the low light, but Marty slides down from his chair anyway. He had to be closer to her.

Ellis is playing with something real, she feels. Or maybe it was a combination of the weed and the alcohol. Either way, her skin started tingling when she first imagined Marty in the pool with her, and it hasn't stopped. He's sitting on the edge now, his bare feet in the water and his shorts pulled up a bit so as to not get wet. "Are you going to miss Texas?" Ellis swims to the edge of the pool and grabs the whiskey bottle from the edge next to Marty. She feels his eyes on her while she takes a deep pull from the bottle before taking it into the deeper water with her. She says after a long minute of silence, "No. The only person I cared about here fucked me over. I miss Osage. I miss my grandma, god rest her soul. I'm so happy to have Ruth back, but I miss that whole town. The dive bar where I used to work, going and visiting Wyatt when he and Three were little, tourist season…" She trails off and takes another drink while Marty asks, "Why tourist season?" Ellis grins and Marty's eyes focus on her mouth again. "I got laid a lot. Everyone wants to fuck the local with the good pot. Estelle grew it behind our house. Pretty sure she paid off the cops. Anyway, I did particularly well with the college girls wanting to experiment and the stoners." Marty laughs shortly and says, "Alright, I'll be sure to point some your way." Ellis splashes him and says while laughing, "No thank you, Mr Byrde. I'm 32. I don't need to chase anyone. It's been awhile since anyone's been anywhere near my downstairs." She takes a long drink of whiskey and passes it to Marty who says quietly, "Yeah? Shame." Before Ellis really registers what he said, he finishes off the last bit of whiskey and sets the bottle aside. Ellis smiles slowly and swims a bit closer to him.

"You're really not going to come in here with me?" Marty shakes his head and grins at the exaggerated pout Ellis has on her pale face. She swims closer to him yet and he asks, "Did you expect me to just strip down and get in?" He watches Ellis grins before she says, "I didn't expect you to strip, no." Ellis squeezes some water out of her hair and shrugs, then comes to stand around a foot away from Marty in the pool. His legs are open and he glances down between his legs to see her panties under the water only an arm's reach away from his form. Marty can sense where this is going and he sighs before saying, "I shouldn't." Ellis sees the hesitation on his face and she sets her wet hand on his knee before asking, "But do you want to? You don't seem like the kinda guy who gets a chance to do whatever you want very often. It's fun. Feels good." Ellis takes her hand back from his knee and looks him in the eyes. "Come in here, with me." He doesn't even hesitate this time, pulling off his shirt and sliding into the pool. His head goes under and the world is quiet.

Marty surfaces only when he feels the need to breathe burning his lungs. Ellis is swimming nearby with a large smile on her pretty face. As he rubs the water from his eyes, Ellis swims closer to him and his own smile grows as she grasps his shoulders. He swims backwards out of her grasp and says, "It is pretty refreshing. Definitely sobering. You happy now?" Marty finds his eyes glued to her black eye for a second too long. She seems to notice and says softly, "Happier than I've been in awhile." Marty extends his hand out to her in the water, resting it on her pale shoulder. "I'm sorry that prick hurt you. Men are shitty, I know." Ellis softly sets her hand on his atop her shoulder and murmurs, "You're not."

Marty breathes in deeply and looks into Ellis' eyes as she wraps her arms around his neck and backs him into the pool wall. He winces as his back hits the concrete and Ellis kisses his cheek to soothe him, murmuring into his ear, "Sorry, Mr Byrde. I'll make it up to you if you'll let me." Before he can register what she said and what she meant with her dark eyes shining in the light, her legs wrap around his waist. She crosses her ankles behind his back as he moves closer to her, bumping into her thighs awkwardly once and closing his eyes for a second. "Ellis…" Ellis pushes her hips into his and kisses his other cheek. She says nothing, but squeezes her legs until his body is flush with hers. She's still quiet, but he can't seem to be. "Ellis. Come on, we're in a hotel pool in the middle of the night." She nods once and rests her forehead against his. Marty closes his eyes once he hears her say quietly, "You can touch me. If you want." He lets his hands come to hold onto her shapely behind, exhaling shallowly when he squeezes her ass for the first time. Of course he wants to touch her. After another firm squeeze, he lets his head fall to her shoulder and presses his lips against it once. Ellis is perfectly still as she feels his mouth on the crook of her neck. She barely hears him say into her  shoulder, "I haven't touched anyone in so fucking long. You're so damn soft."

And suddenly, it's different. What started with some smiles and extended eye contact between Ellis and him has evolved into whatever this is. She's still wrapped around him, but she's just holding him now. Marty's head is buried in the side of her neck and Ellis is breathing in and out slowly, trying to get him to relax. Once he does, she can feel him almost slump against her. She holds him a little tighter and presses her lips to his head before asking, "You alright?" Marty nods against her shoulder and squeezes her a little tighter. He's about to answer her when he hears a screen door swing open with a creak. "Hey, pool closed at 9. Have to ask y'all to get out and take your fun somewheres else," a male voice calls from the direction of the hotel's main building. Ellis slips down and out of Marty's grip before he can stop her.

Nothing is said as they get out of the pool. The man running the front desk of the hotel is watching them from the other side of the closed screen door and Ellis flips him off as she dries her body off with her towel. She silently turns and locks eyes with Marty as she rubs the towel on her chest, her nipples obvious after the scratchy hotel towel brushes over them. He doesn't look away, but he pulls his shirt over his head and sighs once the eye contact is broken. Ellis wraps the towel around her waist and finally breaks the silence between them. "I guess it's bedtime." Marty nods and rubs his towel on his head, leaving his hair messy but drier. Gesturing for Ellis to go up the stairs first, he follows her lead silently. When she's close to halfway up the stairs, Marty places his hand on the small of her back. Ellis doesn't react in a way that he can see, but a small smile crosses her face. 

They walk side by side down the hall to their rooms, Marty's hand warm against the cool skin of Ellis' lower back. She stops and turns around to face him in front of her hotel room door. Ellis just smiles and asks quietly, "Do I get a good night kiss?" Marty doesn't hesitate, but presses his lips against her forehead instead of her mouth. He leaves his mouth pressed against her warm skin for a moment and she stays still. Ellis grins and, when he pulls away, says, "I'd invite you in, but…" Marty nods and murmurs, "I understand. Goodnight, Ellis." She slips into her room quietly. Marty can hear Ruth's snores from inside the room and he smiles to himself as he unlocks his room.

He lasts half an hour before giving himself permission to palm his hard cock and imagine Ellis. It's nothing pornographic, though. Just her in her too short shorts and bikini top. She smiles at him softly, and he realizes her black eye is healed. Marty sighs deeply to himself and he comes within two minutes.

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[ververa]

“You are enough”

CHAPTER 5

For the first few days Ellie didn’t know what to do. It was strange for her – not to have to go to work. And at all, to have so much free time. She couldn’t find herself, but Ronnie came to help. The girl brought her various books or suggested some movies. And that’s what she was doing for most of her free time.

She wasn’t used to it, but after all, she was quite sure she liked it. She loved, especially, the fact that she was close to Ronnie for most of the time.

The same was that afternoon. The girl decided to prepare a dinner for both of them. Ellie wanted to help, but Ronnie insisted on doing it on her own, so that the psychiatrist could rest even more. And since the younger woman was stubborn Ellie didn’t see the point in quarrelling, so she stayed in a living room with one of the books. However, soon she could hear the girl swearing and yelling at the cookery book.

“What?! Jesus… Stupid book”

“Do you need some help, baby?” Ellie asked not moving from the couch

“No! No need! Rest!”

Staple focused on the book again, but she couldn’t help and hearing the girl’s sighing and huffing she decided to help anyway.

Ellie made her way to the kitchen only to see the girl sitting on a kitchen island and poring over the cookery book. She was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and baggy denim shirt – which Ellie adored. The psychiatrist bit her lower lip looking at the girl. She barely managed not to laugh at the sight of Ronnie shaking her head and muttering even more curses at the book.

“Let me help you” she offered coming to her

“What? No. You have vacation. And I’m a grown woman. I can do this”

“I know you can” she placed her hands on the girl’s thighs “But I want to spend some more time with you. And helping you sounds like fun” she looked at her reassuringly

Ronnie smiled sweetly and kissed the other woman.

“So, what did the poor book do to you to earn all those curses?”

“It’s fucked up. And I fucked up, because that book is more fucked up than a book can be” she rolled her eyes

“Can I taste it?” she moved towards the induction hob

“El, no! It’s…” she didn’t manage to finish as the woman already tasted the dish

Ronnie stood next to the woman examining her features and biting her thumb’s nail with anticipation for her words.

“It tastes like… You tried… It’s not that bad. Really”

“I had better order some food”

“Wait” she took the girl’s hand

“What?”

“Well, since none of us can cook, I think we can do a better use of this worktop” she said pulling the girl closer and smirking

“Is that an indecent proposal, Miss Staple?”

“Maybe” she kissed her

“I suppose it’ll be funnier than cooking” Ronnie said against the other woman’s lips

“I bet it will” she smiled helping the girl to sit on a kitchen island again

Ronney kissed the other woman deeply, while Ellie began to unbutton the girl’s shirt. However, she came to the conclusion that it’s taking too much time, so she pulled it a bit harder. The strong move destroyed the rest of the buttons, but none of them cared.

Ellie smiled with satisfaction, as the girl moved her arms to let the shirt slip down. After that the psychiatrist was fast to take off the girl's jeans

"Spread those beautiful legs" a sly smile appeared on her face

Ronnie did as told. The girl whimpered when Ellie slipped her fingers into her pants.

"Already so wet?" she smirked

"Only for my doctor" the girl blushed

The older woman took off her own blouse and moved to unhook Ronnie's bra. Her teeth grazing the girl's collarbone made Ronnie bite her lip to stop a moan or whatever was going to leave her mouth.

"Stop biting the lip. You'll cut it. You can bite me instead. Don't hold yourself back, sweet girl" she kissed her before moving to her nipples

Ellie sucked on one of them for a while, before trailing open-mouth kisses until she reached the other one. The psychiatrist slowly pulled Ronnie's pants to the side not even for a while interrupting her work. She smirked when the girl tucked her fingers in her hair – to pull her closer. Then it happened. Ellie's fingers slipped inside the girl. The first thrust was quite hard, what surprised the girl. Ronnie moved her hands looking for support and accidentally knocked the glass of water that was standing on the worktop.

"Fuck" she muttered

Ellie only looked down on the floor to see what happened without stopping to move her fingers

"We..." Ronnie began "We should clean it"

"Leave it" Ellie looked at the girl with lustful eyes

Her moves were fast and rough. And the room was soon filled with Ronnie's loud moans and whimpers.

"Oh fuck..." she let her head fall on Ellie's shoulder Her body began to tremble. The psychiatrist could tell she was close

"El... I'm gonna..."

"I know baby" Ellie speeded her thrust and didn't stop until the girl's body stop trembling.

"Oh shit" Ronnie's weak body fell on the worktop as she's breathing heavily. Ellie smiled widely

"Good girl" she said bringing her cum coated fingers to her mouth

Ronnie looked at the woman's action not moving from the top of the worktop. Ellie slowly placed her hands beneath the girl's lower back to pull her up to the sitting position. Ronnie's arms enveloped the other woman's shoulders, so as not to fall back again. She hid her face in Ellie's neck and kissed her

"I love you" she said trying to ease her breath

"I love you too, princess" she kissed the girl's sweaty forehead "Come on, let's lie down"

Ellie helped the girl to make it to the couch and then lay down and pull her by wrist, so that she could lie on her.

"You can nap if you want" she said brushing Ronnie's hair

"No... I'm good" she nestled up to the woman kissing her neck "Can we stay here tonight?"

"Of course" she reached for a blanket to cover the girl’s still naked body

"What about the food?"

"You're my cookie, remember?"

Ronnie laughed caressing Ellie's naked abdomen

"It's not fair, you know?"

"What?"

"How I am here all naked and you're still in your trousers and bra" Ellie chuckled "And you're always the one in control"

At those words Ellie shifted a little to look at the girl. She could sense something was going on. The way she said it... Her voice – it wasn't normal;

“What’s wrong with me being in control? I thought you like it”

“I do. It’s just… my brain doesn’t want to stop working”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” she asked with worry

“I don’t know where it comes from. Just sometimes there’s too much going on in my head”

“Tell me what’s bothering you” she gently brushed Ronnie's hair

“I-” she hesitated

“Yes?”

“I’m not weak” it was a mere whisper

Ellie sat up. Ronnie groaned, as she was forced to do the same.

“Oh, baby” she looked at the girl fondly “Of course not. I had never see you as a weak person. You’re a strong, independent woman, who can take over control whenever wants to”

The girl wanted to bury her blushed face in Ellie’s neck, but the woman hold her up by her forearms.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully right now” she looked in Ronnie’s eyes

The younger woman nodded slowly.

“I know you didn’t have an easy time with your mother. I know she made you feel like a shit. I know that you felt even worse after what happened with Oliver. They both almost destroyed you. They made you feel weak and worthless. But look, I’m not her. I’m nothing like your mother and I’m not Oliver. I will never do anything bad to you. When it comes to control. Letting your partner to take it for you doesn’t mean you’re weak. It’s okay. There is noting wrong with wanting me to dominate you. At first I was a bit afraid to do this…”

“W-why?”

“I’m a psychiatrist, honey. I saw it coming” she kissed the girl’s forehead “But I realized something. And now I’ll share it with you. You’re a strong woman who wants to lose control from time to time. You want your partner to take it, so you won’t have to. And there is no shame in it. I’ll gladly take it for you, as long as you want me to. But you need to remember, that being submissive doesn’t make you weak. And I want you to tell me if you feel bad with it, so that we could change it”

Ronnie wiped away a few tears that streamed down her cheek and hugged the other woman.

“Okay?” Ellie questioned wrapping her arms around the girl’s hips to pull her closer

“Yes” Ronnie whispered into her ear and kissed her cheek

“Good” she smiled pulling away to look at the other woman “I love you, baby”

“I love you too”

“So, are we going to lie down again or is there something that you want to do?”

“I-” she thought for a while “I want to cuddle” she smiled

“Okay” Ellie wanted to lie down, so they could cuddle and sleep

“No” Ronnie shook her head

The psychiatrist looked at her questioningly

“I want to cuddle naked”

Ellie smirked.

“Alright” she stood up to take off her jeans

Ronnie did the same and stopped behind the woman. She placed a few kisses on her bare shoulders and unhook her bra.

“Are you satisfied now?” asked Ellie standing in front of the girl naked

“Yes” she smiled triumphantly “There’s one more thing” she said

“What is it?”

“I want to be a big spoon”

Ellie chuckled

“Anything, my queen wants” she kissed her deeply before laying down  

[whitenutellafr]

The Last of Us Part II: the in-game hate and the community hate (1/4)

First of all spoiler alert, since I'll be mentioning some events of the story

Second I'll be dividing this mini essay in three sections: my experience with both games, the community reaction and third, a very light analysis.

Third, this is a long ass topic so I'll be dividing it in many posts

1st part: My experience

(If you don't care about it, jump to the third post)

So, I avoided this game like the plague due to Joel's death. I first played the last of us when I was 15 or something, I only knew it was a very popular game and everybody loved it, so I bought it. I barely knew anything about the mechanics, the story, the gameplay, the only thing I did know... It was that this wasn't the game I was looking for. Don't get me wrong, nowadays I aprreciate it better, but back in the day I was looking to play uncharted but I didn't even knew it (yep, never played uncharted in the ps3), so I wasn't having it with those stealth mechanics and the very story driven events. I was used to play left 4 dead and thought... hey, another zombie game, this should be fun. So... Yes... My first play through, I didn't enjoy it like most people, I remeber looking for a game mode to have infinite ammo in a ng+. I didn't really connect to Joel, as I was more interested in Ellie, she was almost my age, so I wanted to play as her. Long story short, I did enjoy the game,the first time. I replayed it a couple of times. I think maybe the last time I played was back in 2019 but none of those times I stopped to truly appreciate it, that's why I'm planing on playing it again and take my time to get immersed. The last of us 2 its a complet different history.

The last of us part II was a game I was excited about just as I heard it was announced, I remember seeing a trailer in a forest, and another with Ellie, I didn't understand anything but I was so hyped. Spoilers came and after knowing Joel died and Ellie didn't take revenge... I couldn't care less about buying it anymore. Some time passed and it was free in ps now, so I said, why not?

Righ out the bat the game blew my mind, it was gorgeous, one of the best looking games I had the opportunity to "own" and to play. Let's be honest, the game is long, and some parts felt unnecessary stretched, I can't say I enjoyed all of it, but there were some moments, some moments that caught me off guard and I loved them.

If for some reason you haven't played the game, there are some infected that are called "the clickers", these infected are blind but can find you by sound. In one scene you and other npc are hiding from some people, however there are clickers all around the place, if you throw an object you'll alert them and then make them attack the humans that are looking for you. This thing is not scripted, the game doesn't launch you into a cutscene and it doesn't pop up a message telling you to do so. You did something the game expected you to do and they prepare the scenario for you. There are some scripted events but you also feel responsible for them: In the begging, when playing as Abby, there are lot of infected in a forest, approach poorly and they'll start chasing you, but whitout knowing it, the game expects you to mess up the encounter so it starts a chasing secuence. It doesn't interrupt the gameplay by forcing you to do some dumb mistake that is scripted or via a cutscene, you felt responsible for it and then you have to run. I don't know if there are other games that also do this but this was my first time experiencing this and I enjoyed it.

Playing the game as an adult, this time I took my time to appreciate the game, knowing this isn't uncharted or tomb raider (which you should, go and play Uncharted 4 if you haven't). Instead of thinking "lol Ellie is an ass" I understood, ok she's not the same kid she was in the first game. Whenever I would be exploring an abandoned building I would expect Ellie to me amazed about something pretty normal, just like in the first game. Now... Abby...

OK, just like most people I hated Abby at the beginning, I couldn't care less about what Joel did, he was a character I liked and I didn't want him to die, even less in that very gory way. The worst part was for Ellie, to watch that happen. Here its when the revenge cycle starts (or continues), something that connected to me in a very intimate way. Something that made me like Abby was her voice actress, Laura Bailey, she's my favorite voice actress, so as soon as I discovered she was voicing Abby, once it was turn to play as her I switched the game to English. I just can't hate a character that is voiced by her. That being said, it doesn't mean I'll inmediatly like that character. I didn't want to play as Abby, I did want to quit playing since I didn't think it was even necessary. I was replaying the same days but now as her, so I knew she would be alive, Ellie would kill her dog and her friends, where she would be etc. So... The game shows you something in a... Pretty unusual manner

"OK, so we know you hate this character, how about you play as her for the next 12 hours, doesn't that sound like fun? Oh also, look she's good girl, now love her"

In the end Abby it's just another person who lost the person she loved the most, she's not a monster, I'd dare to say Joel and Ellie were more likely to do something more cruel. Just imagine if instead of Abby killing Joel it was somebody else, and Abby would be a more loved character, she's not bad written, she's a complex chacarter. I came to this conclusion only after finishing the game, she wasn't Kratos killing everyone, she left Ellie and Tommy alive, as her only target was the man who killed her dad. It's just as she said once she finds Ellie on the theater "I let you live and this is what you do?"

[astrobabee]

Sorry I saw a lot of astrology blogs doing this so I thought I would too! I'm libra sun, Capricorn moon, Sagittarius ascendant, Sagittarius Venus, Aquarius Uranus, and Virgo Lilith :)