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[rainy-day-gracie]

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JOEL MILLER (The Last of Us)

plaything 💖📖

jealous & mine💖📚

the babysitter (more chapters to come!) 💖❤️📚

lay me down tonight

taking care

turn me to ashes

begging for it

GENERAL ACACIUS (Gladiator II)

wedding day & wedding night 💖❤️📚

bloodlust 💖📖

[deedala]

#perspective

[bugslibraryy]

Ok walk with me?

Shane is accidentally fuck drunk on the plane home with all the cens post a swing of away matches.

Like it’s not really Shane and Ilya’s fault. Not really. Ilya wakes up before Shane’s alarm, and Shane is sprawled on his tummy asleep underneath ilya, who is half laid over him, his arm around Shane’s waist and face smushed into Shane’s warm shoulder. They’d won last night and the two games before that and the heavy thrill of it was settling into Ilya’s veins, how right this year felt, how good it felt being on the same team as Shane, seeing this thing all start to work.

Anyway- blah blah blah, Ilya is kissing up over the back of Shane’s neck, his short hairline, over his ears and shoulders, lazy nuzzles of his nose because they have time. It’s just early light in the room and Shane’s alarm hasn’t gone off yet, meaning they have time. They’d fucked last night, frantic and hot against the door of the hotel, still half sweaty from rushed showers at the rink. Adrenaline thundering through the pair of them. It had been desperate and rushed, spit instead of lube and grabbing hands.

They’d showered after and curled up in bed and kissed sweet and slow and passed out hard. And now, now Ilya wants him again, needs him again, dizzy proud of Shane, dizzy happy of waking up to his pretty boy in his bed. His husband, his teammate. Fuck it makes Ilya feel crazy. Shane wakes up to the lube slick of Ilya’s fingers petting over his hole, sighing happily and rolling his hips back once, twice. “Mmm sore” Shane exhales and Ilya hums, presses his nose behind Shane’s ear, and Ilya’s fingers are soft and sweet and he’s making a sad little sound. “Sorry sweetheart” he exhales, knowing they’d been rough last night. “Let’s kiss is all better baby” Ilya had used his mouth on Shane’s dripping wet with saliva and slow, made him cum like that and then got him open on his fingers because Shane had softly whimpered and asked for “more please” then they’d snoozed Shane’s alarm a few times because then they’d both wanted Ilya’s cock inside him after that. They fucked deep, slow and heavy.

Ilya had been laid over Shane’s body, pressed skin to shin, Ilya’s neck tucked into Shane’s neck, kissing and licking and nuzzling into the soft skin. Ilya’s arms had been wrapped around Shane, one around his chest the other under his head, Shane’s face in the crook of his elbow, panting wet and hot into the skin.

His fifth thrust inside Shane had whimpered, turned his face into Ilya’s bicep and kissed at the warm skin and sighed “can still feel you from last night, feels good. Feels, like a lot, you already feel big in the morning but it’s even more” he’d whispered, soft and true and Ilya had gripped his face and licked into his mouth, kissed him hot and needy and then told him him how fucking good he felt, how good he was, his boy. And it’s so dizzy good like that, in the dark quiet early morning of the hotel room, under thick soft hotel bedding, just the pair of them whispers and heavy touches, slick messy kisses. Then Shane’s sucking Ilya’s fingers and they are moving slow, sore from the night before, the pleasure is stretched out and lazy and hot and good good good.

Shane gets fuzzy, so fucking hard and so fucking open and full of Ilya and the sheets are so soft and feel so nice under his cheek, and Ilya is holding him so tight and is so big over him and the ache of his muscles from last night feels sore and good and he just kinda softly slips into another space, that warm lightheaded fuzz that Ilya can send him into. He’s sucking on Ilya’s tongue, his fingers, nuzzling into Ilya’s face and then he’s just he only exists in the hot aching place he and Ilya connect, he needs. He needs. They come with whimpering I love yous, Ilya’s hand gripping Shane’s jaw, face with such force it makes his cheeks smush and Shane’s lashes flutter at the force of his orgasm. Shane nuzzles and kisses and mouths at Ilya’s forearm as Ilya cums all over his back, his ass.

Ilya doesn’t realise till Shane is so far gone until he reached down to ease himself out and Shane whines, whines, reaches back and grips at Ilya’s body, “stay” he exhales, and Ilya is leaning back down over him, finding Shane’s face and his palm and tilting him up to his gaze and Shane’s eyes are half lidded and cheeks red and he’s leaning in to try and find Ilya’s mouth like it’s the only thing that exists.

“Ohhh bunny” Ilya cooes, and kisses over Shane’s flushed cheeks, knocks their noses other. “You are gone yes?” Ilya asks, low voice, and Shane just turns his face further into Ilya’s, like he’s trying to burrow into his skin.

“Was goooood” Shane exhales, and his and hand goes up into Ilya’s curls, tugging and fidgeting with them. Ilya can’t help but beam, and he’s kissing all over Shane’s face, arm warm around him to keep him close.

Ilya smooths his hand down to grip at Shane’s ass, cooing a low “always good, you’re always good” and then- then Ilya’s alarm goes off which fuck. Means they have like half an hour to be downstairs ready to go- and Shane just huffs and rubs his face into Ilya’s neck and says “turn it off” and Ilya lets out a low laugh and then ten seconds later he’s pulling back- “oh fuck Ilya. We’ve gotta go” he says, wide eyed and Ilya sucks his teeth and rubs his thumb over Shane’s cheek and she’s like “da bunny, we do, I’m sorry- we got. Hm carried away” Ilya says low, kisses Shane’s nose and chin and squeezes him to his chest with a firm cuddle.

“we need to go, but is okay” Ilya reassured him and it is. Ilya gets Shane into the shower and kisses him deep till Shane’s toes curl against the tiles and then he’s slipped out to let Shane finish in the shower while quickly packs them up- gets them clothes, raids the mini bar for an apple juice. He makes Shane sip at the juice and Ilya gets them dressed, loose sweats, a hoodie of Ilya’s that’s too big for either of them pulled onto Shane, hood up over his wet hair. He’s more himself by the time they get out of the room, but it’s rushed and not how Ilya likes, he likes to kiss Shane back to being warm eyed and snarky and calling Ilya an asshole. Likes to touch and hold him close, tease him and maybe make him cum again, make him squirm like it’s too much. Then bring him back with a bath and kisses and talking.

Shane looks spacey, likes he’s come off three hard shifts on the ice, cheeks still flushed and eyes so dark and long slow blinks. Loose limbed and unsteady.

Shane sinks into Ilya’s side in the lift, yawning heavily and he’s pressing his face to Ilya’s throat and his hand is shoving into Ilya’s pocket. Ilya puts a hand up under his sweatshirt and rubs at Shane’s warm hip, lower back.

They get to the lobby just as the coach is pulling up outside to take them to the airport. The boy don’t pay them much mind, soft mutters of “cap” “hollzy” “morning” early enough for most of the team to be half asleep or hungover still.

On the short ride to the hotel Shane falls asleep curled into Ilya’s side, hood still up, his hand under Ilya’s sweatshirt, resting on the low of his stomach, pink finger tucked into the waistband of Ilya’s sweats. Fabric covered the quiet needy affection. Ilya’s hand rubs up and down Shane’s back, squeezes the back of his neck when he fusses.

It’s only once they get to the airport that the guys realise Shane is off. “Hollzy you get hit last night” Bood asks, rubs the top of his head in passing as they settle into seats by the gate. Shane shakes his head, blinks heavy and says “oh um no. Just uh feel a bit” Shane shrugs and waves his hand and Bood nods, starts talking about his sister having the flu and these immunity supplements he thinks are “bomb”. Ilya pulls Shane’s leg over his once they are sat, tugs him to rest his head on his shoulder.

Troy offers Shane like six different snacks he keeps producing from his bag. Shane’s just all slow shakes of his head and he only accepts the coffee Ilya had asked bood to get for him. Shane smiles against the cup when it’s a Mocca, chocolate sweet and heavy and comforting on his tongues. Keeps one hand in Ilyas as they sit together, heavy and all yawns. Hass and Hayes both talk about how “cute” they look, cuddled up- far more than their usual affection. It’s sweet Ilya thinks, that the boys notice the change in Shane but Ilya feels like a frustrated guard dog, protective of this soft lovely Shane that is only his. Ilya aches to kiss him, to draw love hearts with his fingertips over Shane’s hips till he gets too shiver and shoves his hands away. To feed him grapes and oranges by hand and have a far too long shower and curl up in bed together again, maybe doze a while.

When they finally get on the plane, Ilya cant help himself, pushes up the arm between the seats as soon as he can and pulls Shane into his chest. Shane doesn’t even try to protest, shoves his face into the warm skin between Ilya’s shoulder and jaw, with a weighted exhale. “Baby” Shane whispers and Ilya nods, nods, tucks a hand to Shane’s cheek, under the fabric of his hoodie and his fingers find his earlobe to rub rub at it. “I know” Ilya mutters, squeezes Shane in a warm hard hug. “I know, you did good” he praises, honest, because Shane had done good, so good getting here. Ilya rubs his cheek against the top of Shane’s head. The fabric of the hood soft.

“Everyone get to see you so pretty, lucky them, but now you’re just for me” Ilya grumbles, smooths his hand from the back of shanes head to the low of his back over and over, until Shane goes heavy, asleep in Ilya’s arms.

[russianblush]

#when the fic says "his eyes roll back in pleasure"

[millermouth]

That House in Nebraska

Masterlist | AO3

Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours

Summary: In the time between when he took you to now, something changed. His hands grew gentler. Your fear turned quiet. And somewhere in the stillness, love kindled. || angst & fluff, some eventual smut, Pre-Boston QZ, Stockholm Syndrome, slow burn, raider!joel, captor!joel, a little bit of dark!joel, homestead, kidnapping, dark themes, morally gray comfort, kinda enemies to lovers?, mentions of violence and death, referenced abusive family, major character death, canon compliant, animal death || Inspired by Ethel Cain's A House in Nebraska

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Epilogue

all my love and admiration to @cavillscurls for letting me throw every chaotic, filthy thought at you while I figure this story out. Couldn’t have wrangled my brain without you 🫶🏻

[picascribit]

There are 2 types of fanfic:

fanfic that I like

fanfic that is none of my business

[rainy-day-gracie]

lay me down tonight

joel miller x babysitter!reader

c/w: smut of course who do you take me for (unprotected rough sex, oral (m!recieving), face fucking, D/s dynamics, discussions of consent because consent is sexy MANDATORY, discussion of safewords, light choking, light anal play, dirty talk, praise kink, sexy pet names, probably more tbh), discussion of anxiety, pre-established relationship, imbalance of power (babysitter x employer), fluffy aftercare!!

it's joel miller x babysitter!reader again!! chronologically in this series, this is the first exchange of power they have in their sexual relationship, so no need to read the first few parts if you don't want to (although they are sexy as hell)

catch up on the other chapters here!

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By the time Joel got home, only the soft lighting of a table lamp illuminated the quiet house, Sarah having long gone to bed.

He looked for you on the sofa, your usual spot, the moment he came through the front door.

Nothing. A red flag waved in Joel's head, and then he caught sight of the kitchen.

That's where he found you. Hunched over the kitchen table, pouring over a bulky textbook labeled with long scientific words he couldn't hope to pronounce. The only light in the home came from a warm table lamp, illuminating you in a soft gold.

He recognized the tightness in your shoulders, a heaviness that weighed on your frame. You didn't even glance at him as he shut the front door, locked on whatever that textbook was telling you. The red flag waved again.

"Doin' alright, honey?" he called, kicking off his boots and pulling off his wet rain jacket at the front door.

It took a moment for you to answer, a beat of silence filled only by downpour of rain sweeping over the house.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you replied. God, even your voice was different, laden with a wistfulness he'd never heard come from you before.

He moved closer, until he stood at your shoulder. Softly, he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

You keened into the touch, a shallow breath parting your lips as he grazed a fingertip against your cheek.

"Look at me, baby," Joel breathed, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt.

You obeyed immediately, and Joel could've sworn your tight shoulders loosened a little as you tilted your head up to him.

As he'd suspected, shadows sunk below your beautiful eyes, the curve of your lips bitten from anxious tics.

"I know somethin' is wrong," he said, his fingers tracing the curve of your ear. "What is it?"

You stiffened, pulling away from his touch and looking back towards the damn textbook. "Nothing, it's nothing. I just need to finish this chapter, then we can fuck-"

Your name escaped his lips in a manner he didn't recognize. Dark, and deep. Commanding.

He nearly apologized, until he noticed how you turned to face him again, shoulders loosening a bit more.

Your eyes looked so wide, and needy. Like you were desperate to hear you name fall from his lips again. Craving it.

"Tell me what's wrong." Joel kept the same tone as before, and cocked his head to peer at you more closely.

You clenched your jaw, and when you spoke, it was timid, and shy. Unlike you.

“Been spiraling, recently. Work and school and friends and babysitting... it all gets... loud."

Your eyes filled with tears, but you seemed to relax into the chair a bit as you spoke.

"What else, baby?"

You swallowed, and a solitary tear fell down your cheek. Neither of you moved to wipe it away. "I’m constantly thinking about what I’ve done wrong, what I could do wrong, how I can do better, what I should have done better, on and on and on and… I just need it to quiet. I just… I need to stop thinking so much."

Joel peered at you, bringing his hand to your face gently, wiping the stray tear from your cheekbone. “I can make it quiet."

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat. “You can?”

Joel nodded, his hand migrating downward, until he held the crook of your jaw. "How do you want me to make it quiet, honey?” he whispered, studying your parted lips, your widened eyes, the slight heat he felt on your cheeks.

"I... I want to do exactly as I'm told. I want..."

Joel pressed his thumb lightly into your pulse point. Your lips parted a bit more, giving away your neediness for him. "You want me to think for you for a bit? Empty that pretty little head of yours?"

Your heartbeat quickened under his hand. "Yes, yes."

A beat passed. Joel titled his head. “What's your safeword?”

You didn’t even blink. “Spiraling.”

“Good girl.” Your eyelashes fluttered at the name. “Anything you need, to slow down, to stop, to pause, say spiraling. I won’t stop unless you use your safeword, understood? If you can't speak, pinch me twice, and don't be gentle about it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, that was new. It sent blood rushing to Joel's cock.

He leaned down, giving you a faint kiss on the lips, before letting go.

A slight whimper escaped you as he moved away, sitting in the kitchen chair opposite you.

He smirked at your confused expression, having no doubt you were dripping in your shorts.

He kept that same commanding tone from before. "Get on your knees."

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Joel's eyes darkened as he peered at you, sending shivers down your spine. God, he hadn't even touched you, yet your cunt was beating with every thrum of your heart.

His voice was that same rough grit as before when he spoke again. "Get on your knees."

That one order, so simple, so direct, cut any anxious noise down to size in an instant. You obeyed without hesitation, driven by an innate desire to do exact as you were told.

You knelt between his spread legs instantly, licking your lips as you held his burning gaze.

He cocked his head, studying your expression. "Right now, baby, you ain't gotta be nothin' but a mouth. How does that sound?"

A shudder trembled through you, a soft moan leaving your lips. "That sounds... perfect."

Joel smiled lightly, such an odd expression when combined with dark, lusting eyes. "Well, take it out then. I don't wanna hear a peep from you, unless it's gaggin' or your safeword, got it?"

You opened your mouth to answer, then closed it. Nodded instead. Joel huffed a laugh at your obedience to the letter.

Your fingertips fumbled with his fly, desperately pulling down the denim, then the boxers. A groan escaped Joel's mouth as you put your mouth on him, small licks up his hardening base.

"So sweet, baby," he drawled, his eyes fixed on your lips kissing along his cock. His hands cupped around your ears, guiding you towards the tip. Not rough, but steady.

The tip went past your lips easily, fully hard, your mouth wet and waiting for it. You held his gaze as he guided you down his length, holding lightly to the backs of his spread knees.

He hit the back of your throat quickly, your gag reflex flooding your mouth with saliva. You stiffened, but he held you close, his fingertips threaded in your hair.

"Breathe through your nose, baby, through your nose," he gritted, holding you in place. "You wanna do as I say? Breathe through your damn nose."

In that moment, there was nothing more important than following his instructions. As you breathed, your mouth relaxed, allowing another inch to slip down your throat.

"Atta girl, so good for me," Joel praised, raising your head slightly before pushing you down, getting deeper into your mouth with each thrust.

All anxiety fled your mind as he used you, allowing you to just... be. To be pliant and obedient, following directions as he talked you through each moment. Absorbing his praise, allowing it to fill you up like helium in a balloon.

Such a good girl.

Takin' it so well.

Doin' just as I told you.

All the way down.

That's it, baby.

As you sank down on his length, your nose buried in the hair at his base, he reached underneath your chin. His fingertips trailed down your throat, until he could feel the bulge of his cock in your neck.

The sound that left him was the only loss of control, a raw grunt trailing off into a low moan. It made you hum with satisfaction, vibrations from your mouth rolling down his erection.

You didn't notice the tears streaming down your cheeks until you felt his calloused thumb brushing them away.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat now, baby, just relax. I know you can take it."

It was your only warning before he pulled his cock roughly from your throat, letting the tip linger on the edge of your tongue before forcing it deep into you again. And again. And again.

You thought you were crying, but you weren't sure. He laced his fingers so gently through your hair, a sharp contrast to the roughness he handled your throat with.

The praise he gave was more guttural, less restrained, and you moaned around his cock at every bit of it, cut off only by your occasional gagging.

That's so fuckin' perfect, baby.

Takin' my cock so deep, poor thing can't even breathe.

Cryin', you want it so bad.

Suckin' me dry.

You make me so proud, just a little bit more, honey.

He pulled you off of him suddenly, a whine leaving your lips as his cock left your mouth.

Joel stood firmly, wrapping a rough palm around his wet cock. His eyes were dark, but his cheeks were flushed with desire. You imagined yours looked similarly.

"Stand up," he commanded, and you hastily obeyed, your knees nearly buckling as you rose from the floor. You gazed up at him with teary eyes, breathing heavily.

Still palming himself, Joel smiled at your obedience, stepping closer to you, closer, closer, until the backs of your thighs hit the kitchen table. His chest pressed against yours, nearly nose to nose, his eyes fixed on your wet lips.

He brought his free hand up to your face gently, thumb pulling down on your bottom lip. You wrapped your lips around the tip, eyes fluttering shut.

"You'd let me do anythin', wouldn't you?" Joel wondered quietly, and you nodded, his thumb sliding further into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

Whimpering, you suckled on his thumb. Your body was loose and pliant, needy for Joel's commands and touches.

Anything he could do, you'd welcome.

The thought should've scared you, but instead it just made you moan again, desperate to show him your obedience. Desperate to hear that soft praise fall from his lips again.

"Good girl," he drawled, kissing your tear-streaked face delicately. "Turn around and bend over, baby."

You moaned as he pulled his thumb from your mouth, a string of spit hitting your chin. Neither of you bothered to wipe it away.

Vision hazy, you turned, bracing your hands against the kitchen table as you bent at the waist. You dipped lower, and lower, until your chest and face pressed into the hard wood.

"Remember your safeword? Say it." Joel ordered, though his tone was soft.

You took a deep breath. "Spiraling."

"And if you can't speak?"

"I pinch you twice."

You might've been shaking, and Joel made you wait as he looked his fill at you.

"Good. You are so beautiful, honey."

Air left your lungs as his words registered.

A finger traced around the wet stain marking your flimsy cotton shorts, his dark chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

You must have squirmed, because a second hand came down against your hip, pinning you to the table. The fingertip against your shorts turned into two, peeling the damp fabric of your shorts and panties away from your soaked cunt.

You tensed as cool air hit your warmth, earning a soft shhhhhhh from Joel, who seemed transfixed on your body. The fingertips digging into the curve of your hip were strong, and held your ass firmly in place as he began to play with you.

Two fingers stroked up and down your soaked slit, the light touch nearly torture against your sensitivity. You tried to brace yourself with your hands, nails digging into the wood as Joel teased at your entrance.

"Please, Joel," you whispered, fresh tears welling in your eyes. "Give me your fingers, please..."

He hummed with satisfaction. "Begging already?"

You nearly sobbed aloud. "Yes, yes, please, please, Joel..."

Joel kept his fingers still, right at the opening to your slick, but his hand against your hip moved.

It threaded through your hair, pulling, forcing an arch in your back, and bringing your head closer to his lips.

His breath was hot in your ear, seductive, and sure.

"I know you want my fingers, baby. Does it hurt, how much you want it?"

You whimpered, tears rolling freshly down your face. "Yes."

"Hmm. That's too bad." His tone was mean, and made your empty cunt clench around nothing. "You don't get to be stretched out on my fingers."

"What? Joel, please-"

His fingers against you disappeared, and the hand in your hair shifted, until it covered your entire mouth, muffling your pathetic begging about to spill from your lips.

"I know you can take it without, honey."

Without warning, his hard cock split you open, driving a near scream from your throat. It was muffled by Joel's hand, as were the frantic moans that followed.

His pace was brutal from the jump, his weight at your back overwhelming. The pain from the lack of foreplay stung, but in a way that had your pussy flooding as the pleasure rushed in. His thrusts sent your hips hard into the edge of the wooden table, again and again, sure to leave purpled bruises behind.

The hand that wasn't covering your mouth groped and pawed at your ass and lovehandles, trying to reach every inch of your ample backside.

Despite the rough handling, guttural praise spilled from his lips.

Your cunt feels like heaven, baby.

So wet and warm for me.

What a tough little cookie you are, huh?

Bet I could wear you down, give you my worst.

You'd take it all, just like you're doin' now.

That's what makes you so fuckin' perfect.

Doin' exactly what I say, when I say it.

Sweet, sweet baby for me.

Such a good fuckin' girl.

Your orgasm was fast, rushing through you like a free-flowing river. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, cries of pleasure barely contained by Joel's calloused palm on your mouth. One of your knees buckled, and your face felt tingly.

Joel fucked you all the way through it, chuckling darkly as your body locked, then shuddered with pleasure. "Oh, you fuckin' love this. So, so good," he drawled, not slowing his pace as you clenched around him. "And guess what? You're gonna give me another one, honey."

You sobbed with overstimulation as your orgasm faded, leaving you shaking your head against his firm hold. Another one would surely put you six feet under.

"Nuh uh, unless you're pinchin' me, I ain't quittin'," Joel gruffed. "I know you can give me another, baby. I bet you can feel it already, buildin' up in your belly."

You moaned once more at his words, always speaking the truth. The coil of an orgasm was already starting to tighten in your stomach, your pussy fluttered around Joel in anticipation and overstimulation.

The hand that had been groping your hips stilled, as if he were distracted by something else.

You nearly shrieked as his free thumb traced the edge of your wet hole where his cock drove in and out, gathering your slick on the fingertip.

When he pressed the same thumb up against your tightest hole, your cunt clenched even tighter, your second orgasm barreling faster and faster.

"Never played back here before, have we, baby?" Joel's tone was so sweet, and innocent, like he didn't have a thumb pressed against your asshole as he fucked your cunt. "Bet it would feel so good, like all your holes. Warm, and tight..."

He circled your asshole lightly, teasing his wet thumb against the muscle.

Your entire body tensed and shook, wetness gushing from your cunt as you came a second time. Near-screams ripped from your mouth, barely muffled by Joel's rough hand. Pulses from your pussy sent slick running down your legs, your back involuntarily arching up from the wooden table.

Joel came with a loud grunt, spilling deep into your cervix as your shuddering slowed.

For a moment, you both lingered there, joined.

Joel moved his hand from your mouth with an urgency, like he had almost forgotten it was there.

You felt him stand above you again, his fingertips pulling loose locks of hair from your sweaty forehead and eyes.

"Honey, I'm gonna pull out. It might hurt, but it's only for a second."

It did hurt, and you winced slightly, but the immediate gentle touches against your legs and hips made any discomfort disappear. At once, a simple fact hit you.

He hadn't even bothered to take your shorts or panties off. All that time, they had been shoved to the side as he had his way with you.

You started giggling against the wooden table, eyes fluttering open and shut as he gently pulled your shorts and panties down to your ankles, off your feet.

"What's so funny, pretty girl?" he asked, pulling your shoulders upwards to help you stand.

"You didn't even take my clothes off, and we did all... that," you explained, lifting yourself from the table. His hands held your waist carefully, turning you until your chest leaned into his.

Joel's eyes were dark, though not with heat like usual. More like... care. Tenderness. He cocked his head, glancing down at your legs. "You feel like you can walk?"

Your legs shook slightly, but you nodded.

He brushed a hand over your hair and furrowed his brows. "Upstairs?"

You laughed out loud at the thought. "Definitely not."

He huffed, like he was trying not to laugh with you. In an easy swoop of his arms under your knees and waist, he lifted you.

You hummed with delight at the pressure taken off your shaky legs, and Joel carried you up the stairs with as little effort it takes to carry an empty laundry basket.

He laid you down in his bed, quickly digging around in his clean clothes to find something for you to change into.

"Are you fussing over me?" You wondered aloud, watching him pull out an enormous Longhorns t-shirt, boxers, and thick rolled socks from his drawers.

He paused, as if realizing what he was doing. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. Feels right, given I was hard on you."

God, he looked so sweet. He held the assortment of comfy clothes like an offering, looking back at you with wide, heartfelt eyes. He was disheveled, his brow still a bit shiny with sweat. His jeans were still undone, hastily pulled up to his hips, no belt, no zip.

You smiled, ear to ear. At your grin, he mirrored the sentiment.

"I could definitely get used to this."

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if you want way more where that came from xoxoxo

comments are always appreciated if you liked it :)

[rainy-day-gracie]

upcoming joel miller x babysitter!reader...

Joel peered at you, bringing his hand to your face gently, wiping the stray tear from your cheekbone. “I can make it quiet."

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat. “You can?”

Joel nodded, his hand migrating downward, until he held the crook of your jaw. "How do you want me to make it quiet, honey?” he whispered, studying your parted lips, your widened eyes, the slight heat he felt on your cheeks.

"I... I want to do exactly as I'm told. I want..."

Joel pressed his thumb lightly into your pulse point. Your lips parted a bit more, giving away your neediness for him. "You want me to think for you for a bit? Empty that pretty little head of yours?"

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this chapter will be their first exchange of sexual power, exploring D/s dynamics. hoping to have this out in a day or two!! happy smutty spring everybody xoxoxo

catch up on these two here!

[anistarrose]

(visibly shaking, clenching my fists as i speak) i enjoy characters who are lying to their friends about everything

[brownsoblueedits]

Part 2: Ilya's POV - ...Ready For It by Taylor Swift?

See my other Heated Rivalry edits here

[omgshesblowinbubbles]

What Ilya saw through that peephole 😭

[fractally]

I am a fan of the dynamic where there's no leak and Shane moves to the Cens of his own accord and then Shane and Ilya never come out exactly but they just live openly and all these dumbass hockey players are just like

"Oh yeah they're just like that. They live together and room together and vacation together and get mad if they're separated on the bench. And they kiss in the locker room sometimes but it's you know. They're joking around. Good guys. Gay? Well---no I don't think so. I mean that's weird. Roz is a pussy hound. I mean I've never seen him with a woman but you know he is. Anyway Hollander had that whole thing with Rose Landry and he still talks about her, I think he's still hung up on her. Poor guy. I did walk in on Hollander sleeping on Roz's lap the other day but they were just getting in sync for power play you know? You reporters always want to make everything gay it's so weird. What do you mean 'why do they kiss so much' they're the top goal scoring duo in the league"

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

Discussions of trans women in sports often focus on elite/professional sports which honestly I find it hard to care about but the more common scenario of “we’re going to legally ban a high school girl from playing sports with her friends because she’s trans” is just profoundly evil

[zzzucker]

i remember when utah's (republican) governor ended up vetoing a law banning transgender students from playing high school sports when he looked at the numbers, and there were only four trans students in the state playing sports at all. he released a clumsily worded but surprisingly compassionate statement about the decision.

I must admit, I am not an expert on transgenderism. I struggle to understand so much of it, and the science is conflicting. When in doubt, however, I always try to err on the side of kindness, mercy, and compassion. I also try to get proximate, and I am learning so much from our transgender community. They are great kids who face enormous struggles. Here are the numbers that have most impacted my decision: 75,000, 4, 1, 86 and 56. 75,000 high school kids participating in high school sports in Utah. 4 transgender kids playing high school sports in Utah. 1 transgender student playing girls sports. 86% of trans youth reporting suicidality. 56% of trans youth having attempted suicide. Four kids and only one of them playing girls sports. That’s what all of this is about. Four kids who aren’t dominating or winning trophies or taking scholarships. Four kids who are just trying to find some friends and feel like they are a part of something. Four kids trying to get through each day. Rarely has so much fear and anger been directed at so few. I don’t understand what they are going through or why they feel the way they do. But I want them to live.

of course, it didn't amount to much. they overrode his veto. it's just so cartoonishly evil. an entire state's political body so desperate to terrorize this one little trans girl.

[ily-a]

Heated Rivalry 1.02 | Olympians

[folie-a-louis]

the pitt makes such interesting commentary on overt and covert discrimination and the abuse that arises from it, but when it comes to the sexism and misogyny that has been exhibited since the first season by the white men in this show all of sudden some of you are incapable of seeing it bc you’re so far up their fucking asses

after the drug diversion was revealed to dr. al hashimi she suddenly was able to see a fuller picture of the hierarchal abuse from the white male doctors to their subordinates (of the doctors, majority of which are women of color) that has been allowed to thrive under robby’s supervison

while robby was berating mohan about her panic attack he looked towards langdon bc he’s seeking validation from his fellow white man; langdon does the same thing when dr. al hashimi disagrees with him over the treatment of care, langdon looks toward robby in hopes that he’ll side with him—they feel comfortable doing this even though their personal relationship with each other has been damaged, bc they are both white men

i will stop talking about this when everyone stops babying grown men, and downplaying the severity of their actions especially when it comes to the abuse they committed and their treatment towards "annoying" women

[noahwhyle]

BOY HAS HE EVER

[da-pitt]

The Pitt | Season 2 Episode 11

[rainy-day-gracie]

oh noah wyle and the Pitt writers you’re sick for this