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v6quewrlds · 3 months ago

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GOOD DAYS, JOE BURROW.

pairing⠀⁎⠀joe burrow x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀2.8k.

summary⠀⁎⠀what gift do you get for a man who has the world at his fingertips? a really, really good day.

author's note⠀⁎⠀fluff to celebrate joey's 28th. warnings⠀⁎⠀crying, mentions of the jake paul mike tyson fight.

In the early morning light, the Cincinnati suburbs were habitually quiet. The calming silence was only broken by the occasional chirp of a bird or the distant sound of a neighbor's lawnmower. Inside Joe's sprawling home, he lay on his stomach in your plush, king-sized bed, his broad shoulders moving up and down in a steady rhythm as he quietly snored.

Your brown skin shuffled against the eggshell white comforter as you tried to slide away without disturbing him. But as soon as you moved, Joe's hand reached for your wrist, dragging you back into his grasp as you shrieked in response. Despite being a heavy sleeper, Joe always had a strange sixth sense that woke him up whenever you attempted to leave his warmth.

“Where do you think you're goin'?” he mumbled groggily, his blue eyes peeking open to find you pouting at him from underneath his arm.

You leaned in and kissed Joe's cheek, your voice soft with morning sweetness, “Happy Birthday, baby.”

Joe's sleepy smile grew as he rolled over and pulled you closer, his hands feeling the fabric of your hoodie from your alma mater. “It’s too early for you to be sneakin' away from me. What are you up to?”

You chuckled and kissed him again, your face nestling into the crook of his neck as you whispered, “Just a little something for your birthday.”

Joe’s eyes narrowed playfully as he felt you trying to squirm out of his embrace. He tightened his grip and hummed skeptically, “Is that so?”

“I wanted to pamper you a little bit. Breakfast in bed, maybe?” you offered with a small smile, hoping to distract Joe with morning kisses and the promise of food.

“Mm, or you could stay here? Pamper me where it's warm and comfortable?” Joe's voice was a low rumble as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly.

You rolled your eyes, picking up on the hidden innuendo in Joe's suggestion, but you were determined to stick to your plan. You shifted your weight, allowing Joe's head to rest on your chest as you ran your fingers through the soft strands of his messy hair. You whispered, “Later, maybe. Right now, I need to know how your knee's doing.”

Joe grunted, his hand reflexively moving to rub his left knee. “It's fine, just a little sore. Nothing too bad,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Your eyes searched his, knowing he was downplaying it. you had watched the game the night before, your heart in your throat every time he took a hit. “Joseph,” you warned, using the name that always made him squirm. “You need to be honest with me about these things. If it's bad, you need to tell me so I can take care of you properly."

Joe sighed, his hand moving from his knee to squeeze your thigh. “It's just a bruise, sweetheart. The trainer said I’ll be good to go in a few days.”

You nodded, not entirely convinced but deciding to let it go for now. You leaned over him to grab the bottle of painkillers and a water bottle from the nightstand. “Take these for now, and I'll get breakfast started. Try to get some sleep, Joey.”

Joe took the offered pills with a grateful smile, watching as you slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to the kitchen. You had insisted on cooking him breakfast yourself, despite his suggestion to order in from your favorite brunch place when he got in from his flight last night.

Joe settled back into the pillows, watching your retreating figure. The aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs began to waft into the bedroom, and his stomach rumbled in anticipation. Despite the pain in his knee, a sense of comfort washed over him knowing you were there to take care of him.

Meanwhile, you hummed to yourself in the kitchen, juggling pans and plates with an ease that belied the complexity of Joe's breakfast order. You had been planning this for weeks, eager to show your appreciation for his hard work and the sacrifices he made for his dreams. As you flipped the french toast just right, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement for the main surprise you had in store for him.

Once the breakfast was ready, you returned to the bedroom with a tray laden with food. You found Joe propped up against the headboard, his phone in hand as the sound of his parents' voices filled the room. You set the tray down gently on his lap, the aroma of cinnamon and butter floating through the air.

He looked up at you, reaching for you to return to bed, frowning slightly when you simply pressed a kiss to his temple and turned to leave the room again. He didn't dwell on it for too long, turning his attention back to his parents on FaceTime.

You retreated to the bathroom, your thoughts racing with excitement. You had been planning the next part of Joe's birthday surprise since the moment you had decided to put on this low-key, home-based celebration. You turned the tap on the bathtub, pouring in a generous amount of Epsom salts and bubble bath. The water began to froth and steam, filling the air with a calming scent of peppermint.

You knew Joe took his recovery days seriously, especially after a rough game, so you figured a warm bath would be perfect for his knee and aching muscles. You waited for Joe to finish his conversation with his parents, your smile growing wider as you listened to their laughter and shared stories. When the call ended, you poked your head into the room.

“Alright, birthday boy,” you called out, your voice bouncing off the walls with excitement. “Your bath's ready. No complaints.”

Joe groaned but obeyed, heading towards the bathroom with a grin he failed to suppress. You watched him carefully, your eyes tracking the movement of his injured knee. You knew he was in more pain than he let on, but you also knew that Joe was never one to make a fuss. Once Joe was undressed, you turned off the lights, allowing the natural light to flood in before leaving the door slightly ajar.

“Ja'Marr and Sam will be here in about an hour. I've got some errands to run, so just rest up, okay?” You called out as you left the bathroom.

Joe's voice echoed through the space, “You're the boss,” he joked, his smile fading into a grimace as he eased into the hot water. You knew he'd protest if you hovered too much, so you left him to soak while you started to clean up the kitchen.

Your mind raced with the final details of the surprise. The video montage you had been working on for the past two months had to be perfect. You had collected messages from everyone Joe cared about—from members of the Bengals organization to high school friends and family members—a testament to the love and support surrounding him. You hoped it would serve as a reminder that even on his toughest days, he wasn’t alone.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Sam, confirming his arrival. Ja'Marr, on the other hand, was running a few minutes "fashionably" late. You knew Joe would be thrilled to see two of his closest friends, especially on his birthday. You hoped that by inviting them over, they could keep Joe occupied while you set up your home theater for the nearly 30-minute-long video tribute you had painstakingly edited over the course of two months.

Ja'Marr, with his broad smile and infectious laugh, barged through the door a few minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand. “Happy birthday, Joey B!” he bellowed, the sound echoing through the hallways.

You emerged from the kitchen, pulling your hair into a ponytail as you gathered your purse and wallet to head out. “He should be down in a bit. I'm ordering from Jeff Ruby's, you guys want anything?”

As Ja'Marr and Sam took turns typing their orders into your notes, Joe emerged from his bath. He was now dressed in a comfortable pink hoodie and his Seinfeld sweats, thundering down the stairs, his face breaking into a wide smile when he saw his friends. You noted the slight limp in his step but pushed aside your concern as he greeted them with enthusiastic handshakes and daps. You knew he was in good spirits, which was all that mattered for today.

“We still watching the fight?” Sam asked as you grabbed your keys from the counter.

Joe nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up at the mention of the Jake Paul v. Tyson fight they’d been dying to watch together. You couldn't help the scoff that left your lips, shaking your head in amusement. The fight had taken place nearly a month ago, but they had agreed to watch it again in greater detail as if there was much to miss the first time. But, you knew better than to stick around for the rewatch, knowing they'd be arguing over every jab, pausing and rewinding to analyze every hit.

“Alright, I'll be back in a few. You three behave yourselves,” you warned playfully, pointing a finger at them. “Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.”

Ja'Marr held up his hands in mock surrender, “I don't know what you're talkin' about, we're the perfect angels.”

you ignored him, simply calling out, “Sam, I'm trusting you.”

When you returned with the food, you found Joe and his friends engrossed in the fight, shouting at the TV as if they were ringside. You couldn't help but laugh at their passionate commentary and insistence they knew better than the professional boxers.

You quietly slipped upstairs to set up the final part of Joe’s birthday surprise. The video montage was ready to play on your home theater, and you had the room set with your favorite snacks and drinks, the ambiance perfect for a heartfelt moment. The anticipation grew as you thought about his reaction—how his face would light up when he saw the messages from his loved ones.

As you finished putting every thing in place, you heard Joe send Sam and Ja'Marr on their way, the fight having wrapped about an hour ago. You could feel your heart racing as you descended the stairs. Joe was waiting for you in the living room, his head bowed as he read through his texts, probably catching up on missed messages from his friends and family.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, your voice low and concerned as you approached him.

Joe looked up, his expression unreadable. “Just some birthday messages,” he said, his thumb scrolling through his phone. “Everyone's asking about my knee.”

Your eyes softened as you took in the weight of his words. He was always so private about his injuries, not wanting to be a burden on anyone. You knew he was trying to be strong, but you also knew that he needed this day to be about him, not football. You took a deep breath and announced, “You can respond tomorrow. I have one more surprise for you.”

Joe's curiosity piqued, and he followed you into the home theater, the room dimly lit and cozy as he took a seat. He glanced over his shoulder to see you approaching with a tiny, ridiculous party hat in hand.

“No.” Joe said firmly, eyeing the party hat with a disapproving squint.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “C’mon, it’s your birthday, you have to wear it!”

With a dramatic sigh, Joe allowed you to place the hat on his head, the elastic band snapping around his chin as you stepped back to admire your accessorizing touch. The hat was a neon pink monstrosity with a plume of feathers sticking out of the top. You giggled uncontrollably, pulling out a duplicate hat to put on yourself. The sight of the two of you with these absurd party hats brought a warmth to the room that Joe hadn’t felt in weeks. Joe couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest, his cheeks reddening slightly.

“Alright, alright, now that we're both looking like complete idiots, can we get on with this?” Joe teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he picked up the TV remote.

You grinned, taking a seat beside him. “Yes, sir, Mr. Grumpy Pants. But before we do, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you and how much everyone else does too.”

You took the remote from Joe and hit play on the video you had queued up. The screen flickered to life with a montage of photos and videos from Joe's life—his childhood, college days, and moments from his career. The first message was from Joe’s high school coach, who spoke about Joe’s unwavering dedication and talent on the field.

Joe's eyes grew misty as he watched, his chest swelling with pride and love. Each message brought a new face into your private sanctuary, sharing stories and well wishes. His parents talked about the first time they held him in their arms, and his brothers reminisced about the fierceness they recognized in his eyes from such a young age. His teammates praised his leadership and friendship, sharing inside jokes that made Joe's laugh echo through the room. You had managed to capture every aspect of his life, every person who had shaped him into the man he was today.

The video went on, each message more heartfelt than the last. You watched Joe's reaction, your heart swelling with joy at the sight of his tear-filled eyes and the occasional sniffle he tried to hide. When the video reached its final moments, you took his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. The screen filled with a picture of the two of you from your first date, both smiling awkwardly but eyes hopeful.

Your face appeared last on the screen, your eyes shining with love as you recorded your message.

“Happy Birthday, Joe. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life, for making me laugh, and for being the most dedicated, disciplined person I know. There's no one on Earth who deserves this love and appreciation more than you do. You inspire me every single day, and I am so proud of you. Everything you've accomplished in only 28 years is nothing short of incredible. And even though we all know you’re going to do so much more, we'll still celebrate all the wins, even the small ones. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I'm here for every hit, every victory, and every moment in between. Happy birthday, my love.”

Joe looked over at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He leaned over, pulling you into a tight embrace, whispering into your ear, “Thank you for this. I had no idea you were going through this much trouble putting this together.”

You leaned into him, your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling his heart pound against your chest. You whispered back, “It's nothing compared to what you do every day, Joe. You give everything for the people you love, and I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you're loved and cherished in return.”

You sat there, holding each other, as the final message from the video played out—a group of guys from his high school football team shouting “Happy Birthday, Joe!” in unison, their faces a blur of happiness. The screen went black, and the room grew quiet except for the soft background music that you had chosen for the end credits.

Joe pulled away, swiping at his eyes, trying to compose himself. You handed him a box of tissues from the side table, your own eyes misty with happy tears. “Was it okay? Did you like it?” you asked, your voice gentle.

“It's perfect, babe. Thank you,” Joe said, his voice thick with emotion. He took a tissue and dabbed at his eyes, trying to regain his composure. You sat next to him, your hand on the back of his neck, gently rubbing circles. You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the video’s messages lingering in the air.

Then, as if on cue, Joe’s stomach rumbled, and you both burst into laughter. It was a welcome relief from the emotional intensity of the video. You picked up the remote and paused the video, standing up. “I got your favorite from Jeff Ruby's. It's all ready for you in the dining room.”

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Joe murmured, following you out of the theater, the party hat still atop his head, taking your hand in his as you made their way back to the dining room.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “You’re worth every second of it and more.” Joe leaned down, kissing you softly on the forehead before allowing you to lead him to the dining room.

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goldfades · 3 months ago

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LATE-NIGHT CALLS ─── JOE BURROW

request: "I feel like Joe would always insist on calling you after every game even the late ones. Even if it’s just a sleepy, half-coherent conversation he refuses to go to bed without hearing your voice"

Joe's post-game ritual has always been the same: shake hands, hit the showers, face the press, and head home. But since the two of you started dating, he added a new step—one he never skips. No matter the hour, no matter how late the game runs or how exhausted he is from the rush of adrenaline and the strain of the field, he calls. Even if it’s the kind of late that makes your voice thick with sleep and your words slur together, he’ll still dial your number, waiting for the soft click of your sleepy “Hello?” on the other end.

You used to worry about his exhaustion, insisting he could wait until morning, but Joe’s stubbornness won out. It’s his way of winding down, he says, the easiest way to let the adrenaline taper off—to hear you, half-awake and warm under your blankets, murmuring about your day or teasing him for that one pass he wishes he’d thrown differently.

Tonight, the call comes later than usual, your phone buzzing on the nightstand as you squint at the clock—well past midnight. You know the routine by now, though. His name glows on the screen, and you don’t hesitate to answer, even if you’re barely awake yourself. Because somehow, even in those moments of barely-there conversation, there’s something grounding, something steady in the sound of his voice—low and sleepy and comfortable.

The phone buzzes again, and you let out a small sigh, rolling over in the sheets that are tangled around your legs. It’s late—way too late for anyone but him. You fumble for the phone, knocking your book off the nightstand in the process, and finally manage to answer on the last ring.

“Hey,” you say, voice thick with sleep, barely more than a mumble. Your eyes are still closed, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice before he even speaks.

“Hey,” he says, sounding tired but happy. There’s a warmth in his voice that makes you want to sink deeper into the blankets, your body relaxing even as you struggle to stay awake. You hear a faint rustling on his end of the line, the sound of him settling into whatever hotel bed or quiet corner he’s managed to find for this call.

“How’d it go?” you ask, even though you watched the whole game with half your attention, laptop open on your lap as you listened to the announcers shout his name. You already know he won. You can tell just by the way he’s breathing—steady and content, like the weight of the world isn’t pressing on his shoulders anymore.

“We got the win,” he says, and you can practically picture the satisfied grin tugging at his lips. “Defense pulled through. Felt good. Tired, though.” There’s a pause, just long enough for you to hear the creak of the bed as he stretches out, and you imagine him there, hair still damp from the shower, pillow propped against the headboard, eyes half-lidded and heavy.

“You sound tired,” you say, letting your own eyes drift shut again, his voice washing over you like a lullaby. He always sounds different after a game—softer, looser, the careful edges he keeps in place during the day falling away in the quiet of the night.

“Yeah,” he admits, a low chuckle humming in his throat. “Long night. But I’m good. Needed to call you first.” He says it like a fact, like calling you is as essential as breathing, and it makes something warm settle in your chest, even as you struggle to fight off sleep.

You know what he looks like right now—can see him so clearly it’s almost like you’re there. His face is flushed from the game, the last traces of exertion still lingering in his expression, and he’s got that soft, worn-out smile you only see when he’s alone with you. He’s probably half-reclined on some too-firm hotel bed, still wearing sweats and the hoodie he threw on over his jersey. You can picture the way his hand would brush over his face, rubbing at tired eyes, his fingers trailing down to the scruff along his jaw. He’s handsome in a way that doesn’t need effort, like he forgets sometimes that anyone’s looking.

“What’d you eat?” you ask, knowing he probably hasn’t had a proper meal yet. There’s a muffled sound, and you can almost see him shrug.

“Grabbed a sandwich at the stadium,” he says. “You know, the usual. But I’m not really hungry.” His voice is softer now, like he’s already sinking into the comfort of the call, the post-game rush fading away. There’s a beat of silence where neither of you say anything, just the quiet hum of the line connecting you, stretching across the miles.

His breathing evens out, and you know he’s lying back now, probably letting his eyes drift shut the way you are, letting the night pull him under. This is the quietest part of the day, the only time where everything seems to slow down, where it’s just you and him, your voices mingling in the spaces between words.

��Did you see the game?” he asks suddenly, and there’s a hint of teasing there, like he already knows the answer. He’s always known when you’re watching—can sense it in some unspoken way, even when you’re not at the stadium, cheering him on in person. You hum, the sound halfway between agreement and a sleepy sigh.

“Of course I did,” you say. “Saw that touchdown, too. You looked good out there.”

He chuckles, the sound low and deep, a bit self-conscious but pleased. “You think so?” he asks, his tone playful but with that slight, genuine curiosity you’ve come to love—like he still isn’t sure how you see him, even after all this time.

“Always,” you reply, and it’s true. Even when he’s a mess, jersey streaked with mud, hair wild from the helmet, he’s yours. There’s something honest about him on the field, something raw that you can’t help but admire. He doesn’t play with swagger—he plays with determination, with a kind of quiet, relentless grit that makes your chest tighten with pride.

“Wish you were here,” he murmurs, and there’s a softness to the words, a longing that cuts through the distance between you. You can hear the weight of it, the way he doesn’t mean for it to sound so heavy, but it does anyway.

“Me too,” you admit, turning onto your side, pressing the phone closer to your ear. You know he’s in some hotel room halfway across the country, the curtains drawn against the city lights, the room probably too cold for comfort.

And you’re here, in your own bed, miles apart but tethered by this line, by his voice, by the quiet spaces between breaths that are filled with the things neither of you say out loud.

It’s moments like this that make the distance feel bearable, moments where the miles don’t matter because it’s just you and him, lingering in the quiet of the night, holding on to the sound of each other’s voice like a promise.

“Get some sleep, Joey,” you say softly, knowing he won’t listen, that he’ll keep talking until he’s sure you’re drifting off, that he won’t hang up until he’s heard you yawn, heard the way your voice gets softer and softer until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.

“Not yet,” he says, voice a bit firmer now, a smile tugging at the edges. “Just a few more minutes.”

You don’t argue, just let him fill the silence with the sound of his breath, the occasional murmur about a play or a moment you’d already forgotten, listening to the way his voice dips and slows, lulling you back to the edge of sleep. It’s the sound of home, you think, this quiet, late-night ritual that belongs only to the two of you—a secret shared in the dark, a comfort that’s become as essential as the game itself.

He keeps talking, his voice a low, steady hum, and you let yourself drift, knowing he’ll be there, knowing he won’t let you go until you’ve slipped back into the warmth of your dreams, his voice still echoing in the back of your mind long after you’ve hung up.

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eddiazx · 4 months ago

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benefit part 2 - evan buckley x reader

part 1 here!

Buck wakes up with his nose pressed against your hair. You’ve slept at Buck’s multiple times, even shared beds once or twice, but he never realized just how clingy you are in your sleep. Half your body is on top of his: your head is tucked underneath his chin, your arm is splayed out over his bare torso, and your right leg is hooked over his left thigh, knee brushing up against his morning wood.

Buck likes this. The domesticity, the smell of you, your warmth; Buck could get used to waking up this way all the time.

Except, he thinks soberly, that’s not what the two of you had agreed on. This was supposed to be just sex. But Buck has come to the belated realization that it could never be just anything with you.

“Buck? You awake yet?”, Eddie’s voice comes ringing through the loft from his front door. Buck’s eyes widen; he had completely forgotten that he made plans to get breakfast with him that morning. He looks at you, who had woken up to the sound. With an impressive quickness, you roll off and drop down soundlessly to hide under the bed in all your naked glory. Buck would have busted out laughing if he wasn’t so scared that Eddie was going to catch the two of you together. Neither of you would hear the end of it if the rest of the team found out about your little arrangement.

Eddie makes his way up the loft stairs and gives Buck an unimpressed look over at his sleepy, shirtless form. Buck had had the sense to throw the covers over his legs to avoid flashing Eddie.

“Hey Eds”, Buck smiles weakly.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. You able to get ready in 5, at least? I’m craving that breakfast burrito from Joe’s.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Just…go watch TV and I’ll be ready in a bit.” Buck says, desperately hoping Eddie doesn’t look too closely at the fact that your bra was on the floor in the corner of the room.

Eddie nods, before saying, “Maybe we can text Y/N if she wants to join us too.”

Buck lets out a startled cough at your name, but Eddie already has his back to him, walking down the stairs. A few moments pass until Buck hears the sounds of Brooklyn 99 playing downstairs.

Buck leans over and peers down at you. You have an amused smile on your face, but Buck can’t help but mouth, “you okay?”

You nod, and give him a thumbs up. You gesture at your phone, which Buck hands over to you. He watches as you open up your notes app and type out 'go grab breakfast, I’ll let myself out and lock the door' before showing him the text.

Buck nods and walks to the bathroom, all the while wondering what the heck he got himself into.

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Eddie is talking about a project Chris has for his history class while chewing on his burrito. Buck is trying really hard to pay attention, but his brain keeps providing him with unhelpful flashes of last night. He thinks he might be hallucinating, because he can even picture you sitting down in front of him.

Wait, that’s not a hallucination, you were actually here.

“Hi guys”, you smile, swiping a potato off of Eddie’s plate and popping it into your mouth, eyes sparkly and beautiful as usual. Buck is again met with a memory of last night, when you put something of his in your mouth.

Buck shakes his head, as if he can physically clear his mind from the memory. “Uh, what’re you doing here?”

“I knew you would forget so I sent her a text to join us while you were getting ready.” Eddie responds for you.

"Right, yeah." Buck nods quickly.

Eddie and you exchange glances. Buck was acting weird, weirder than normal.

While you order and promptly delve into a conversation with Eddie, Buck considers moving to another firehouse, one where he didn't have to see and work with his best friend that he was hopelessly in love with.

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"Hen, can I talk to you?", Buck stammers, when they're the only two seated at the firehouse dinner table one evening.

"Sure, what's up?" Hen asks, closing the textbook she was reading.

"I... I think I have feelings for Y/N." Buck admits.

Hen continues to stare at Buck expectantly, not a single difference showing in her face after Buck's admission. "Wait, that's it? That's not news to anybody, Buck."

Buck blinks at Hen. "What?"

"Buck, you've been gone for her since she started at the 118. You've had permanent heart eyes for that girl."

"No... we're friends! Best friends!"

Hen shoots Buck a patient look. "Chim and I are best friends, Buck. You and Y/N are in a different category entirely."

"Okay, fine, whatever. It's bad, Hen. We started sleeping with each other last week and -"

"What?!"

"She's so smart and beautiful Hen, and she makes the hottest sounds when-"

"Okay, ew."

"But she doesn't want to be in a relationship and I don't know how to act around her now that I know I have feelings for her and-"

"Alright Buck, breathe." Hen motions for Buck to inhale and exhale with her hands. Hen seems thoughtful for a second, before she asks, "how do you know she doesn't want to be in a relationship?"

"I don't think a relationship was what she had in mind. She suggested we have sex casually; that it wouldn't be weird 'cause we're friends."

"That... was a horrible idea."

Buck groans and puts his head in his hands. "Well, I know that now!"

Hen smiles softly, prying Buck's hands away to hold onto them. "Buck, we all knew that you were in love with her, but she looks at you the same way. I think you guys should talk to each other. You guys might be on the same page."

Buck looks at Hen's earnest, honest face. He wasn't entirely convinced, but he knows that he couldn't keep avoiding you or clamming up the way he did at breakfast. He needed to come clean.

And then promptly move.

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qqueenofhades · 7 months ago

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I KNOW he’s gonna find a way to worm his way out of it like the Worlds Biggest Bitch Baby that he is but… the thought of watching our future president absolutely eviscerate that orange sack of pond scum in a debate on national television make me feel indescribable joy. The mere thought of it makes me feel A L I V E.

I hope that if he refuses to debate her, she still stands up there by herself, looks directly into the camera and lists all the ways he’s a Scaredy Little Punk Ass Bitch.

Listen, Democrats might still have some understandable nerves (though listen to me, LISTEN TO ME: this is NOT THE TIME FOR MORE PANIC, THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT HOW SCARY THIS IS, WE KNOW! WE KNOW! THIS IS THE TIME TO GET TF IN FORMATION AND DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB!) but let me say this, the Republicans are LOSING it. They put ALL their chips on facing Sleepy Old Joe who don't talk so good anymore, and suddenly they have a 59-year-old lawyer and prosecutor who literally spent her whole elected career going after sex pests, frauds, and felons. (We remember how she made Brett Kavanaugh fucking cry at his confirmation hearing, right?) And suddenly, they have to bring it against Kamala. GODSPEED, DIPSHITS.

So yes, Trump is already whining SO hard about all the money they "wasted" going after Biden, laying the groundwork to escape getting his ass handed to him at the next debate, got stuck with a terriblawful VP pick (even Fucking FOX NEWS cut away from Vance's rally the other day because it was so boring) and suddenly realizing that he spent so much effort to make this election about age and mental competency when... now it's him. WHAT NOW, FUCKFACES. WHAT. NOW.

I'd also like to point out that abortion rights are going to be a HUGE issue, they have won everywhere they have been on the ballot (including in very red states) post-Dobbs, they will be on the ballot in several more important states (including Fucking Florida, not that I actually think we'll win there), and Kamala has a great record as a defender of reproductive freedom. Biden did his best, bless him, but sometimes the Old Catholic Man still leaped out. So the absolute fucking schadenfreude of having a black female president BEAT TRUMP IN A POST-DOBBS ELECTION??? MAGNIFICENT.

(As @silverbirching says: we wonder how many minutes it will take SCOTUS to row back the "president god-king" ruling if Kamala wins. We're guessing 15. That is, if Joe does not finally just embrace the fact that presidents are immune AND he is leaving office, and send Alito, Thomas, and Kav on a "special indefinite vacation" as an inauguration present.)

I am not overconfident. I know this is unprecedented. I know we don't have much time, and how hard this will be. This is not 2016 or 2020, and we all have to do the work and not let up. But if the Handmaid's Tale party is literally now trying to make "Kamala doesn't have children because she's an Evul Feminist" into their main line of attack, all I say is, Please proceed, chucklefucks. I'm sure that will go great.

#jcams88 #ask #politics for ts #kamala harris 2024 #what is this feeling?#is it...hope?#excitement?#i don't understand #this seems wrong

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lyrenminth · 9 months ago

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have a request for a joe burrow fic can u do one where the reader has surgery and joe takes care of her in the hospital

Partnership

The pain started during the night. At the beginning you thought they were cramps, no big deal until the pain got worse and worse. You tried not to wake up Joe, who was peacefully sleeping next to you. You went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and you saw blood like you were in your period. You changed your underwear for a pad, but you were bleeding a lot, and you couldn't stand up from the pain. You started gasping for air, and cried silently.

Something was wrong.

Joe knocked the door and open it. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, when he saw you crying, sitting on the toilet his face changed from sleepy to alarmed in matter of seconds. "What's happen? Are you having cramps?" he got closer.

"I'm bleeding a lot, and I'm having a-a lot of pain" you cried "I can't stand up and I'm feeling dizzy"

"I'm calling an ambulance" he went back to the room, looking for his phone. When you started feeling wet your legs you realized it was blood. "Joe!" You called him, weakly.

After a couple of minutes, you were on his arms, he was carrying you outside the bedroom and laid you on the floor. You closed your eyes, sleepy. "Baby, hey, it's not time to sleep, baby" you felt a hand touch your face. His voice sounded distant but you could hear the worry and anxiety. "Hey, honey please, wake up, the ambulance it's closer but I need you to stay up, okay?"

You nodded, opening your eyes only to look at his blue eyes. Joe seemed like an angel coming for you. But he was frowning and talking to the phone.

You wanted to stay awake but he was getting blurred, and the world was so slow. "Baby, don't sleep, don't do this to me" fear, Joe was scared.

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You woke up with the beeping sound of some device. You looked around, confused. Your eyes stopped on Joe, sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful and handsome as always. When you tried to incorporate, a pain in your lower abdomen made you flinch. You hissed and laid back again.

Joe woke up, and stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Are you up" he stated. "What happened?" you asked. "You were losing a lot of blood" he took your hand and squeeze slightly "Damn, I thought...I thought you wouldn't-" he shook his head, keeping the thought away "You scared me,bad" he kissed your forehead and looked for any sign of discomfort.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened" you apologize. "The doc said something about your left ovary" he explained a little embarrassed he couldn't provide more info. "Let me call a nurse"

Minutes later a doctor and a nurse entered the room.

"Oh, Mrs Burrow. How are you feeling now?" The doctor said, she was friendly.

"Better" you replied.

"Yes, we have to do a emergency surgery for your left ovary. You had an enormous cyst that exploded" she explained "you lost blood but we could bring you back"

Your breathe shakily. The nurse checked your pressure, while the doctor explained the process and your recovery.

"No lifting heavy things, and you need to rest. We're going to have you here for the day but tomorrow you can go to your house" she looked at Joe "I'm sure you are in good hands, he was so worried about you"

You looked at Joe but he was serious. Did you really scared him? There was a turmoil of emotions inside you.

Once you were alone, he was still holding your hand. You touch his hand, playing with his fingers. "Are you ok?" he had bags under his eyes, and looked a little bit messy.

"Yes, I'm tired. I was calling your parents and everyone to let them know the situation" he replied. "So don't worry about that, you need to rest"

Joe was with you until the last minute you left to the hospital. He helped you to get into the car, bought the medicine the doctor gave you and healthy food your dinner. "I need to take a bath, I feel sticky" you confessed, he snorted but help you to undress. He was so gently with you, you almost cry. When he tried to get into the shower, you stopped him. "Baby, I think I'm alright" you said, giving him a kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asked, but he was holding your elbows like you were leaving forever.

"Yes, I-I can do this"

"Just yell my name if you need something"

Once the shower was over, he looked for your clothes and help you to dress again. "Do you want me to braid your hair?" It was one of his hidden talents. When you taught him, he learned fast and actually like to braid your hair. "I find it relaxing" he explained.

You nodded and sat on a chair, and his hands caressing your hair relaxed you so much you were falling asleep.

"Joe" you mumbled, "Mmm?"

"Did I scared you?" silence, he never stopped moving his hand though "Yes"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize. You didn't know"

"Joe, the doctor told me she had to removed my left ovary" you starting saying, finding the courage to continue "it's going to be difficult for me to get pregnant"

"That's ok, you are here right now. That's what matters"

" I know you wanted a family"

"Yes, but I want my wife to be healthy too"

"Thank you" you cried. His reassurance was relieving. When he finished braiding your hair, he brought you a soft dinner, and while you ate he took a shower.

Joe always took care of you when he could. As you did with him. You were a couple.

A team.

Thank you for this request. I have a similar fanfiction written about Joe too, but it's shorter. You can check it on the masterlist!

#joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow #nfl #joe burrow x reader #fanfiction

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capquinn · 4 months ago

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love your dad quinn content! how did he come up with the nickname for his daughter? and does he have a nickname for his son?? 🥰

The nickname “Bug” actually started by accident. A few days after she was born, Quinn was up in the middle of the night, rocking her in his arms while you caught a few hours of much-needed sleep. She was tiny, bundled up in the softest blanket, with her little fists bunched up by her face. As he looked down at her, sleepy but completely mesmerised, he murmured, “look at you, snug as a bug.”

The name just stuck. It was his go-to from then on — simple, sweet, and every time he said it, she’d snuggle closer into his chest, like she already knew that was her special name.

But for his son, Quinn can’t take all the credit for that one. He had dropped by the rink one morning, a few weeks after his son was born, to let the team meet the newest and youngest Hughes.

Quinn made his way down the hall, his son nestled close to his chest, nearly swallowed by the soft, plush blanket wrapped around him, he caught the attention of Joe, the team’s equipment manager. Joe stopped mid-conversation with another staff member, breaking into a broad grin as he caught sight of Quinn with his bundled-up baby.

“Well, would you look at that!” Joe said, crossing his arms as he walked over, eyes crinkling with warmth. He leaned in to get a better look, giving a soft laugh as he took in the tiny, blanketed bundle. “Huggy Bear’s got himself a cub now.”

Quinn chuckled, adjusting the blanket around his son. “Yeah, something like that,” he said with a grin.

Joe laughed, nodding approvingly. “It’s great you brought him down — everyone has been excited to meet the little guy.”

Quinn gave a shy smile, glancing down at his son bundled in his arms. “Yeah, thought it was about time he met the team, even if he slept through half of it.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, softened by the way he adjusted the blanket, making sure his son was warm.

Joe chuckled, giving Quinn a pat on the back. “Like father, like son, eh?”

After a few more exchanges, Quinn headed out to the parking lot, his son still peacefully snoozing. As he carefully buckled him into the car seat, he paused, just watching the tiny face peeking out from the blanket, feeling that deep pull of love he still couldn’t quite put into words.

“Let’s get you home, Cub,” he murmured softly, the nickname slipping out naturally.

#bug and cub 😭😭😭#dad!quinn #capquinnchats

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jangillman · 8 months ago

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#biden lies #politics #us politics #biden crime family #sleepy joe has got to go #joe biden is a liar #wake up democrats!!#democrats are corrupt #democrats will destroy america #hunter biden #burisma

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eyecandyandbraincandy-blog · 8 months ago

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Society for the last five years (and counting)

Public health: Hey, so we're tracking this new trend of ovens possibly burning people. It seems bad, we're gonna need more data.

Scientists: On it, we're gonna learn about the oven and what causes burns.

Government: Okay, here's what they're saying about ovens and how not to get burned. Let's shut everything down until this burning passes and then we can go back to normal.

Libs: YES! You can do your part and flatten the curve so we can reduce the amount of burns!

Conservatives: I'm sticking my head in the oven. Y'all don't own me, you libtards! Even if the oven can burn you, I'm wearing this super special glove.

Scientists: That glove is for checking horse prostates. Don't do that.

Government: Actually, if you inject yourself with gasoline, you'll clean that risk of burns right out of your skin.

Scientists: Don't. Do. That.

Libs: We trust science! We care about people! They don't! Let's stay strong, people!

*months later*

Corporations: Hey, so, our profits-

Government: Say no more, fam. We got this. PUT YOUR GRANDMA IN THE OVEN FOR THE ECONOMY.

Libs: Look how callous they are! We're the good ones.

Public health: Actually, needing to be careful when operating ovens has been SO hard on the American people. You can use the ovens without mittens for a bit as a break.

*a year of rolling back measures*

Corporations: BUT MUH PROFITS

Government: Okay, y'all. This is cute, but go back to work. Tell them to go back to work. Public emergency's over.

Public health: Look, some people are gonna get burned using the oven. Mitts are cute but it's really about your personal risk tolerance. So just let those people get burned, they'll die off and we'll be good as new.

Science: Actually don't do that. Our data's clear, here's all the ways to get burned and here's how serious those consequences can be. Wear oven mitts. But we have this vaccine now and it WILL HELP. But we're not sure what the efficacy is yet. So let's be cautious until we have more data.

Public health: You hear that? Vaccines. Yummy, get them so we can be done with this!

Conservatives: God damn it, they're all tryna give us the pokey-jabby-stabby to try and convince us the earth is ROUND, to be liberal femboy sissies and get gay autistic married transes. FAUCI PLANDEMIC HOAX KILLARY CLINTON AND SLEEPY JOE. DON'T DO IT.

Libs: We trust the science! We're gonna get the jabby pokey stab and then we're done! No more mitts.

Science: Well, actually-

Libs: SEE WE'RE DONE! All vaxxed and relaxed. We trusted the science and now it's over! Back to normal! I've been DYING to do some baking. My mental health was so terrible when we couldn't use the ovens!

People following the science who don't want to get burned: Hey, I actually really liked baking too. But I can't really do it safely since there's not oven mitts anywhere and now people are just cooking with flamethrowers. That's not really safe.

Society: BUT OUR MENTAL HEALTH WAS TERRIBLE WHEN OVENGATE WAS HAPPENING AND WE WANT TO BAKE. IF YOU'RE SO FREAKED OUT THEN STOP BAKING FOREVER AND STAY HOME.

People following the science: But you just said the isolation was bad for mental heal-

Society: YEAH MY MENTAL HEALTH. MY PERSONAL RISK. MY BODY MY CHOICE I TRUSTED THE SCIENCE.

Government and corporations: Excellent.

*A few years later*

Society: New mystery burns are popping up here and there and they seem to revolve around a kitchen???? What's going on???

Government: It's nothing, shut the fuck up and go back to work. We beat the ovens.

Society: Okay!

Science: Actually, the vaccine DOES significantly reduce the likelihood that the burns will kill you, but you can still get burned, others can get burned, and you can still have long term health-

Public "health": No, yeah, it's nothing. Some people are gonna get burned. And that's bad, but also like inevitable? Make sure you wash your face before operating an oven.

Libs: It's all about personal risk tolerance. I'm not going to live in fear with oven mitts anymore! I NEED TO BAKE.

*months later*

Society: Why's everyone getting burns constantly?

Lather, rinse, repeat.

#covid isn't over #covid conscious #long covid #covid 19 #pandemic #wear a mask #mask up

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youssefguedira · 1 year ago

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@materassassino sent me a prompt but in my exhaustion and lack of brain cells i answered the ask without writing the actual thing and then deleted it so. oops.

but the prompt was extremely sleepy Nicky is different from normal Nicky, so have a very silly little thing

"Leave him alone," Joe is saying without any real annoyance, "it's the deepest he's slept in weeks." He's in one of the armchairs, ignoring the book on his lap in favour of Andy, who's perched on the arm of the couch.

When Nile gets close enough to see over the back of the couch she has to blink a couple times: it's Nicky, completely passed out, currently with three books balanced on his chest while Andy holds a fourth. They rise and fall as he breathes. He's completely dead to the world.

"Is he asleep?" Nile asks, because she still can't quite believe that Nicky, of all people, is sleeping through that. Andy places the fourth book with careful precision and reaches for a fifth.

The thing is, Nicky has a hair trigger for being woken up. Nile learned this a week after meeting him, when she startled him by walking into the living room of their most recent safehouse while he was sleeping on the couch (on watch, but she'd forgotten) and he'd already been reaching for the gun on the side table before she realised he was even there, and then he'd apologised for the gun thing, and told her he hadn't "learned what her footsteps sound like" yet.

After a while he'd stopped going for the weapons whenever she surprised him, but he'd still wake at the slightest sound. Andy's got a similar thing going, but she's a little bit slower, whereas Joe does wake fast, but definitely isn't all the way alert the way Nicky is.

She'd wondered if it was down to what happened in Goussainville, but when she'd finally worked up the courage to ask, because she was starting to wonder if he ever actually slept properly, Joe had just laughed and said he'd always been like that.

But once Andy had decided that the loose ends from Merrick had been sufficiently tied up, she'd called for a couple weeks of downtime, and before that Nicky had been on recon duty, sleeping even less and even worse than usual. So she's not surprised he's sleeping: she's surprised he's still asleep.

"Pass me a couple more," Andy says to Joe, who sighs, but does grab two from nearby and pass them over.

Nile looks between them, and then at Nicky. "That's not gonna wake him up?"

Joe chuckles. "Not when he's like this," he says. "He won't wake for another hour or two. Definitely not until dinner."

Nile blinks at him. Joe, sure, she could believe. Andy, too - Nile's pretty sure she sleeps more during the day than she does at night. She's almost as bad as Nicky for lurking in dark rooms at night. But Nicky?

"He doesn't do this very often," Joe explains. "But the rest of us are awake, and everything's dealt with, for now, so he's comfortable enough."

"Booker built an entire house of cards on him, once," Andy says. "Record for books is, what, nineteen?"

"Eighteen," Joe says. "2012."

Andy places a sixth book and reaches for a seventh. Nile thinks for a moment.

"Only eighteen?" she says.

Andy's grin can only be described as wicked. "That's the spirit," she says. "Pass me another."

Nicky wakes at twenty-one, prompting the entire pile to crash onto the floor, which makes him scramble upright until his brain comes all the way back online, at which point he clocks why the three of them are laughing so hard there are tears in Joe's eyes, and curses them out in five languages.

But he's smiling while he does it, all the same.

#neon writes #the old guard #back on the bus. so #neon answers #materassassino #spiritually if not actually. hope you enjoyed this this was a lot of fun!!#hoping i remembered the prompt right. hit post instead of save draft hope that didn't give you a really weird notification

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ihaznoclue · 7 months ago

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hii

So i try to find the rule but I only found something about the character you write about, sorry if i don't respect the rules

Can i ask Ellen with a reader who have the same personnality as Misha (hsr)

Ignore if you don't want to

~🧇🍨🦭🍰🦭🍨🧇~

Thank you for requesting, Don't worry, your fine I just pinned my rules post so I hope you find it, I just hope I don't type anything wrong since I don't really know anything about Honkai star rail but I indeed searched up Misha, it said to say that he's always hardworking like cleaning, he fixes machinery and that he rarely gets any sleep

ELLEN JOE x Reader

Ellen hasn't been really talkative with you, you would always see her sleeping on literally anything because she would work and go to school and other stuff in life that is important

But you on the other hand, have been hardworking as well as loyal to your companions as well as your work friends like Rina, Corin and Lycaon. You boss seemed to be delighted to at least have someone is taking this job seriously like he is

Ellen has seemed to notice your professional acts to impress the wolf thiern, which to her she couldn't care less until she notice you always yawning every now and then

She could also see the dark circles under your eyes but you would always say you aren't tired at all which she didn't believe that

Her shark tail swaying side to side as she stared at you from across the room while the others were somewhere else cleaning in the mansion, you felt nervous

You were staring anywhere rather than making eye contract with your shark maiden, she sighed as she got up from where she was sitting as she started to walk towards you

"Come on, follow me" She said as she started to grip on your work outfit, you stumbled up as you followed her, more as well her pulling you with her

"May I ask, where are we going?" You asked, "Somewhere where we can have peace and quiet and no-one to disturb us" She spoke as she now opened a door, you were quite confused as she pulled you down on a bed?

A bed? Wait was she going to force you to sleep? Maybe she noticed you weren't sleeping as much as before

"Lay down on the pillow" She instructed which you followed as she also lay down beside you, "Now you are going to sleep until I wake you up" She was serious which to you nodded in advanced

"O-Okay" You nervously spoke as you fiddled around the sheets, you heard her sigh as she started to play with your hair, you stopped fiddling as you look up at her as she blushed a little

"Quit fiddling and stay still or else you won't sleep at all.. And don't say anything about this" She spoke which you nodded

Her gently fingers stroking through your hair strands as your breathing started to slow down a little which means you started to become more and more sleepy

It was working, your eyes drifting off to sleep as you heard Ellen spoke "Sleep well"

Those were the last words you heard until you fully fell asleep

DONE! ^^

-A<3

#ellen joe x reader #ellen joe #zzz ellen #ZZZ #zenlesszonezero #zenless zone zero

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badlywritten-stuff2 · 12 days ago

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Noaughty Headcanons – Noa x reader Alphabet headcanons

I lost the idgaf battle so here are gross and explicit headcanons. I imagine that meme where my chains are broken and it’s sunset n shit like I am free- cue the music

If you actually want to listen to the music I was listening to while writing I was listening to Devil Eyes by Luke Muzzic, the rhythms of the song really scratched my brain for these

RELATIONSHIP: Noa x reader

MEDIA: Planet of the Apes, Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

WORDS: 3.6k

SUMMARY: naoughty headcanons lmao

WARNINGS: HIGHLY INNAPPROPRIATE IMPLICATIONS, +18, written from an afab perspective so will be using and referencing the according anatomy, me in some places lowkey making fun of our bf lmao

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Noa will need a second to collect his bearings, but he’s very affectionate. He’ll pull you into his arms, allowing you to cuddle up into his warm body and his arms are wrapped around you. He nuzzles his face into the crown of your head and will sniff you (Joe Biden sniffing meme), letting your sweet and uniquely you smell relax him, which makes him sleepy. If you feel messy he’ll get up and find something pat you dry, he’ll bring you water and food, whatever you need after really. He’s really big on cuddling, after sex he needs to feel close to you to feel fully good, it makes him feel weird if you’re not snuggling with him after.

He’s totally willing to chat with you once he’s got more clarity, in fact it’s probably one of his favourite circumstances to talk to you in (not the only one, lets make that clear). He likes talking to you about your day, if you saw anything interesting, if you got a question to ask him and vice versa, what you’ve accomplished and what you still want to do, what’s on his mind and how he’s feeling or needs to do, have a good ole’ fashioned yap-sesh, how the sex was, etc. pillow talk stuff hehe

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Noa likes his hands very much. They’re strong and reliable, he’s very satisfied with what he’s been able to accomplish. He also really likes his hands because he likes holding your hands, his hands are much bigger than yours and it makes something in his brain go “I can protect my mate yahoo”. Makes him feel good. He also likes that his hands can make you squirm, that he’s learned your body (inside and out ;]) and can make you squeal and shake with pleasure. He likes that your hands tangle into his fur and pull tight, grounding him even further into you.

His favourite part of you, other than your hands, is your hair. It might sound a little boring at first, but he is lowkey obsessed with it. how different than his own, how it has different smells and moves differently. No matter how you wear it, he will be staring at it and admiring how versatile and gorgeous you are.

Also, if your hair is available for it, he likes it when he’s behind you while fucking you and he can wrap his own hand up in your hair. He likes to grip in tight and angle your head back, wrapping an arm across your torso and holding you close and holding your head back by your hair. He will totally take advantage of the vulnerability of the pose puts you in. And, he will only do this if he’s in a particular mood (smelling you ovulate), he will hold you down by your hair and he will just go to town on you. Yes you will feel it for days to come, and yes you will love it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A decent amount? No more or less than what’s normal. He honestly prefers to cum inside of you, but he will cum elsewhere if you prefer without any bitching or groaning. Respectful King. He is lowkey the type to let you kiss him after he’s cum in your mouth, it for some reason doesn’t phase him and it tickles you immensely. He knows you will purposely kiss him if he’s finished in your mouth, and he’s amused that you’re amused.

Whore. This guy became a dirty whore when he got with you.

Noa likes it when his mouth is glazed in your cum, like he needs to get a hobby. He likes it when you cum around his dick, feeling you clamp down and convulse around him get him acting dumb real quick.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wishes you were naked more often. After you explained it to him, he can mostly grasp the concept of why you wear clothes and from his observations your clothes are necessary because you have no fur to keep you warm. Apes don’t wear clothes in the same way humans do, and they don’t really have a need for them as they’re covered head to toe in thick fur. He really likes seeing your body, how different but similar you are and he really enjoys when it’s late at night or early in the morning and he’s able to see your body while you’re almost or completely bare. Although he really likes that he’s the only one who gets to see your body in your entirety, like he’s special enough for you to be comfortable like that just around him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He can get the general gist of how your body works, but he didn’t have experience initially. Not really, and you’re the only one he’s ever been with. Noa was nervous when you and him got to that level of intimacy, he’s never seen these parts of your body uncovered before and he didn’t want to disappoint you. Overtime though, he became more confident in himself and he’s dedicated a lot of time to learning what makes you shiver. Now he knows exactly what he’s doing and wastes no time, he’s at the level where he could undo your bra without looking WITH ONE HAND. Mf obsessed over perfecting his dick game.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You’d think because he’s a young guy and has a ton of energy and youth he’d have you folded every which way, but positions don’t super matter to him. He just wants to get his hands on you, really; but if he had to choose it would be cowgirl. He likes tracing his hands up and down your sides and making your skin tremble, he’s able to grab and squeeze your hips, ass, thighs, breasts, wherever he sees fit or wherever you need him. He likes cowgirl especially when he’s more reclined as opposed to flat, so he can pull your bare chest down to his and smother himself in your neck and smell. He likes hearing your whimpers directly in his ear.

Although, there are some nights where he does push the levels of your flexibility. He has folded you like origami and will continue to do so. He thinks it’s funny seeing you writhe when he’s able to stuff you full at different angles.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In the beginning he was wayyy too locked in on not fucking up, but as time progressed and you both got more comfortable with each other he felt like he could let himself be silly with you. He deeply values the intimacy of being with you and memorizing the surface of your body, but sharing a laugh with you enriches the experience.

He loves you as his mate, he loves you so much and deeply he cannot imagine a life without you but being able to have these moments reminds him of how much he just likes you. You’re his lover and his friend and he treasures that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bro is an ape. Like I said back in D, he’s covered head to toe in fur. However, this doesn’t mean he’s dirty, he’s neat and keeps himself clean. During the movie whenever he touched water he was like ‘thank fucking god’ or the ape equivalent of that and you can fact check me that I will back it up.

I’m inclined to think that you also have pubic hair, considering the world this takes place in but if you want to imagine bald coochie you can go right ahead I wont judge you babes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

One thing that plagues Noa both in and out of the bedroom is his craving for approval. He needs you close telling him how good he is and how well he pleases you, overtaking everything about him, he’d shove you inside his ribs if he could. He likes looking at you, gazing into your eyes as he’s deep inside you and watching your expression change with pleasure. He rubs his hands all over your body, squeezing your body and gripping his hand in your hair. He can’t get enough of you; he desires you in your entirety.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not a very foreign thing to him, but he’s noticed that’s it’s a very Echo thing to do. He doesn’t do it often because he’d rather be with you, but if you’re not near him and he’s in his nest alone he will allow himself to relax. He thinks of you the entire time he does it.

He likes watching you do it, he asked you if you would touch yourself in front of him and let him watch so he could learn how you liked being treated. Yes he could just let you tell him what you liked, but when he first asked you and you got all flustered and couldn’t look him in the face without flustering further and then averting your gaze—he got hooked on it.

It was very useful for him to build his knowledge of the human body, and it worked amazingly if he wanted to tease you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, both giving and receiving. he is an absolute slut for that shit—he fiends for it. He loves hearing your voice purring for more, telling him how good he’s doing and that he’s so good to you. Additionally, he will sing your praises the whole night, saying how you perfect you are and how you’re so good for him. He’s sweet and will kiss and lick every part of your skin he can reach, especially if you’ve had a long or hard day. He also appreciates when you lather your lovin’ on him, telling him that he’s so strong and a good leader and that he takes care of you and the clan so well. Bro will bust.

Additionally... breeding. Hear me out. It is something so deeply ingrained into him, but he didn’t realize how much he’s addicted to the idea of knocking you up until you and him started having sex. He knows it’s not likely, but he cannot help himself. When he’s on top of you and you’re mewling so deliciously, struggling to say anything aside from a high-pitched moan, the dark and sinister voice of his unconscious murmurs in his ear about how great it would be to see your abdomen grow with your shared and beloved baby. He’d love to be the father of your children, to start a family with you and raise your babies together. It brings him such happiness and pride that you put that trust in him, he’d be honoured if you’d be willing to give him that opportunity.

Of course he’s thinking less about the raising part and more of the getting you pregnant part in the moment, but as your mate giving you a family is something that shoots chills up his spine. He likes watching his cum leak out when he pulls out of you, if he’s up to it he’ll shove his cock back inside you and fuck it deeper into you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His or your nest, duh. Or your shared nest. Somewhere that’s warm, safe, mostly private (privacy in a clan is challenging), and it’s high up. Your guys’ nest is big, branches and supports meticulously layered with hides and furs, cushioned with other soft materials. It’s supportive, you don’t have to worry about anything breaking or poking against you uncomfortably, and lucky the nest doesn’t creak underneath you while you and Noa are tangled with each other. So the only thing you need to focus on is monitoring the volume of your own noises.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As the saying goes, he’s young, dumb and full of cum, he’d be down for anything if you put more of a sway in your hip while walking away from him or staring him down while invading his space. He’s able to control himself obviously, but if you’re walking around the village doing chores or helping out where it’s needed, he wants nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and vigorously fuck you in his nest. It really touches him that you’ve come around and are taking an active part in his clan, integrating yourself further. If he can’t get you alone all day and has to wait until the evening, he will take his adoration out on your body deep into the night.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sorry if you like impact play babe, Noa will never lay his hands on you. Most he’ll do is spank your ass cheek (or on your coochie if you ask him nicely), but he will never lay his hands on you anywhere else with any degree of force. He’s very aware that he’s much stronger than you, and if he left any lasting and painful marks on you, he’d feel like a monster. He doesn’t like hurting you in the slightest.

He will also not choke you like at all. For similar reasons, but he’s much firmer and more definitive with this hard no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He was so totally freaked when you first went down on him, he knows your teeth are so harmless but he’s still so nervous at the prospect of having teeth so close to a part of him that’s… not had teeth near it before.

However, you had been quite convincing, saying it was a regular custom amongst echo mates. During the process, both participating partners greatly enjoyed it. He came embarrassingly fast, his eyes rolled back into his head and his hands gripped the soft furs of the nest you were in like he was desperately clinging to his life. He really likes it he does, but he doesn’t super ask for it a ton he usually lets you initiate. However, it’s prob something he won’t be able to shake those beginning nerves from.

Now giving is a totally different story. You could call him a hypocrite, as he pretty much pounces the opportunity to shove his mouth into you and sloppily but enthusiastically lick and suck at your sex. You sometimes gotta tap the side of his head so this dumbass remembers to breathe because he will forget to breathe because he loves how you taste. Its so in his face (literally), and he loves smearing your juices over his lips and shoving his tongue inside. You gotta be careful around this man he will overstimulate you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically, Noa alternates. He builds you up slow, riling himself up in the process, teasing you until you start blathering at him and begging him to go harder, in which he will comply and roughly plow you into the furs that make your nest until he finishes deep inside of you. Other times he cannot wait to get his cock inside of you as soon as he can, his hands finding your hips and yanking your heat back onto himself relentless, his fingers leaving pressure indents in your skin. You love the firm hold he has on you, you feel like you can let your head roll back in ecstasy, your sounds permeating the air and overwhelming the senses.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Whenever he can get you alone; on a hunting trip, a fishing trip, foraging, hell anywhere it’s just you and him and no one else he’ll be holding you against his firm body as he lowers you both to softer ground or he’ll snatch you up into a tree. He only prefers to do quickies while you’re less likely to be bothered or seen, which is challenging when you try to have a quick fuck within the village (dragging you away from whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re talking to definitely earns some side-eye and laughs, which doesn’t bother him per se but he’s mindful of the fact that you might not want everyone in the village to know their leader is dragging his human mate off for freaky interspecies sex). Which is why out in the woods somewhere is the best choice if you don’t want to be needed or bothered by others during the day. Unfortunately, quickies don’t happen often. But just because they don’t happen often doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you and your body wrapping around him like a vice.

Even then, quickies in the woods last for quite a while with Noa. Which defeats the point of quickies!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this, but he seemed very keen on the idea. It was shocking, because it seemed odd that he’d want to please you while in such an open place. In a caved-in room in a giant old human structure, made of metal and mossy stone. The floors of this monstrous building were caved in around some places, revealing you and Noa to the outside world. Moss and vines surrounded you, flowers growing here and there between the cracks. However, you couldn’t give more of a fuck, because Noa was licking the sensitive part of your neck, going down and ravenously sucking bruises into your exposed chest, your body squished beneath him, his tapered torso lodged between your thighs. His large hands kneaded the softness of your body, he kept huffing your smell like he was trying to drown himself in you. Noa was rutting over your clothed crotch, your heat was intoxicating against his own. You felt like you could hardly breathe. Noa grasped the back of your knee and lifted your leg over his shoulder.

You were certain this guy was trying to kill you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oouuuuuggggghhhhhh bro really had to work on this one. He is not used to the stamina it requires at all, and it took many nights for him to build up his stamina. One thing about him is that he is desperate to please. He has conditioned himself to be able to go long and go hard, he will fuck himself stupid inside of you if you need him to and he knows you love it when he does. He adores the sound of you moaning, listening to you whimper and gasp pushes him further than he thought he could. He gets off on knowing that you’re getting off and that he’s the one who turns you on, and if you need him to pound the shit outta you for four rounds and several hours he will somehow make that shit happen.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dawg. Be so fr rn. Ain’t nothing like that around here, unfortunately. Although, because of his hyperfocus tendencies, since you’re his first and only partner he’d want to do everything in his power to make you feel loved and aroused by him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Going back to an idea I brought up in J, Noa likes to tease you by making you jerk off in front of him while he watches. Legs spread and everything, fully facing that guy. He usually finds himself eager to touch you so it’s not every night that does this, but I’d definitely say 2 or 3 days out of a 7-day week Noa is asking you to open your legs and finger yourself. He doesn’t make you do it for long though because he wants to get in on it (“should be my fingers doing that. my fingers are gonna do that now”).

However, if you decide to be bratty about it and you refuse to open your legs, Noa will shove apart your thighs himself and he will finger you until you’re shaking and trying to get away. He will curl his fingers inside you, rapidly scissor his fingers in and out (you showed this mf goooood) and will smear your wetness over your clit. He won’t be too mean to you and make you apologize for being bratty, he’ll decide that you’ve had enough and he will kiss you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he knows others are around, he makes little to no noise. Aside from the few hard exhales and low growls, getting him to make a noise outside of a groan will be challenging. He would hate if the sounds he made woke someone up or if someone was listening to you both. The only way you’ll be able to hear his sounds is if he’s thrusting into you and pressed against your chest, gripping your tightly to him and gripping your thighs hard and flush against his groin. How you handle your own sounds is up to you, but he knows you and your body so well you will have to either cover your mouth or shove your face into him to keep your sounds muffled.

Or you don’t have to. You can moan and whimper as loud as you want. Be warned though Noa has slight jealous inclinations and will cover your mouth with his hand and smirk at you. He knows he’s doing a good job but that doesn’t mean that everyone else needs to know that too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He wishes that you’d bite him and bite him hard—like he understands that you’d get a mouthful of fur and it probably wouldn’t be super enjoyable for you, but he wishes that you would sink those blunt little teeth of yours into his skin. The idea of you leaving those kinds of marks on him gives him chills. He imagines that it won’t hurt a lot, especially considering the nature and build of your teeth, but he thinks that it would throb deliciously and he wants to feel your small, pointed canines dig into his own flesh. He’d let you bite him as much and as hard as you wanted and wherever you wanted, since it wouldn’t make him bleed (probably, but he wouldn’t mind if you did).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes fur)

You know I refuse to look up on the internet for any kind of reference of this penis.

But. When I think about it, I think of something filling. Thick, can include three c’s. A little bit above average in length, he’s not dragging around some beast of a thing, but it is satisfying. It feels big and fat when fully erect. Will stretch you, will take a second to fully adjust both physically and the mental aspect of ‘holy fuck this isn’t another human and certainly something else’, but when you do you find it challenging to feel fulfilled when penetrated by something that isn’t him. Like… somehow his junk was made with your junk in mind.

Take that and go have fun with it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If he had a day where he had no responsibilities to take care of, he would spend about 80% of that day with you. Spending the whole day just having sex wouldn’t be his first choice but that’s because he doesn’t want you to think that the only thing he desires from you is your body, but if you wanted him in bed and for him and you to stay there all day he’d be more than happy to. He does this funny thing where if he’s having a particularly long day or if he’s doing something he’d rather not be doing he’ll think to himself ‘I wish I was in my nest with my mate right now’.

But you can feel his eyes watching you throughout the day, they’re on you and drinking in all your features and details of your body. He wants you, and you know it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bro passes the fuck out after aftercare; he makes sure you’re all good and comfortable before he clocks out for the evening. He’ll stay up if you want some pillow talk, but it’s obvious that he is veryyy sleepy, so sleep is imminent. However, Noa is a light sleeper [not to the point where a pin dropping will wake him, but give him a few shakes and he’s up], so if you need something he’ll wake up just for you; all groggy n handsome n shit.

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you know what's funny? the fact that i started an sfw alphabet before i started these ones, and these are the ones i finish and post first. i certainly got my priorities straight.

i also went thru each headcanon and counted the words INDIVIDUALLY so i could get an accurate word count. i am dedicated to the cause

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One of my biggest annoyances is leftists and communists beinging up Biden’s tweets during the 2020 campaign of things he said he would do, and being like “see?? he didn’t deliver on anything and this is why you shouldn’t vote for the Dems again” Like, for all the understanding they seem to have of communist or marxist or whatever theory, the idea that the President is not a king and can’t do whatever he wants without Congress’s approval is lost on them?? He still believes in those things but if Congress won’t pass the legislation what is he supposed to do? EOs won’t solve all our problems.

Yeah. Not even to mention, the claim that "Biden hasn't done/delivered anything!!!" is a big fat lie, as people keep pointing out the things he has done, with a razor-thin House majority (until 2022) and two "Democratic" senators who torpedoed everything and one of whom has now literally left the party (Manchin and Sinema). So while Online Leftists obviously don't understand the difference between "achieving all of his campaign goals" and "achieving some," for the last frikkin time, Biden has done a lot of good things in very bad circumstances!!!!!! Using "he didn't do everything!!!!" as an excuse to not vote and so enable the open and unrepentant fascists is the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard!!!!

Like. Take the debt deal. As in other things, Biden clearly learned from Obama's mistake (which was believing that the Republicans would ever negotiate in good faith about anything, and/or would reciprocate in kind if Biden made concessions). McCarthy whined for WEEKS that Biden wasn't listening and wasn't talking to him and wasn't entertaining his ridiculous proposals (22% cuts in ALL discretionary/non-military spending, including Social Security, Medicare, etc etc, while preserving the giant Trump tax cuts for the rich.) No matter that a full one-quarter of the national debt ($7.8 trillion of $31 trillion) was racked up under Trump and the debt ceiling involves paying bills that have already been spent. No sir, those Damn Free-Spending Democrats wanted to use your money on icky things like ~social welfare!! It was mean and it was hypocritical and it was blindingly obvious, and Biden just completely ignored it. He didn't try to negotiate in good faith with that, because there was no way it would work. He just let them whine.

Then, when it came down to it, Biden went in and got a deal that preserves pretty much all of the Democrats' major legislative priorities and expansions from the last two years. The only real change is raising the work requirement age for childless adults on SNAP food assistance from 49 to 54, but this has also been accompanied by a corresponding expansion of the definition "homeless" to make more people eligible, some for the first time ever. There's not going to be any major new spending for the next two years, but that wasn't happening anyway since the GOP controls the House and wouldn't agree to anything Biden put in the budget (and plus, none of the money that has already been allocated through the American Rescue Plan and other federal assistance is getting taken away). But more importantly, it raises the debt ceiling for the next TWO years and it won't come up again until after 2024. That is HUGE: the GOP really, REALLY wanted to hold the economy hostage again prior to the next presidential election. But Biden basically went in and told McCarthy to stfu and got what he wanted. Qevin was even forced, after months of "Sleepy Joe" GOP propaganda, to call Biden "very smart and very tough" in the negotiations. Soooo.

Anyway, this is what I mean: this isn't as sexy and/or as utterly fucking useless as spouting lukewarm rebaked "Marxist" propaganda on the Twittermachine about how Biden hasn't done anything, but it's the actual nitty-gritty work of government and flat-out beating the Republicans. They got absolutely shit-all that they wanted, because Biden didn't fall for their same old, same old dirty tricks and disingenuous squealing. He went in, got the job done, and will get way less credit for it than he deserves, from anyone. Dunno about you, but I like that guy. I plan to vote for him again.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

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Drunk in Love

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe celebrate a big win with the team

“That’s not fair, I always lose!” Joe shouted displeased as he grabbed the plastic cup filled with a concoction of alcohol.

You were out celebrating a Bengal win with the team and Joe had just lost another round of Kings Cup.

“Chug, Joey! You know the rules!” You teased as he slowly sipped on the drink.

“This is disgusting! I’ve already had enough.” He took one last big drink and crushed the cup.

Tee cracked open another drink and passed it down to Joe, “Here man. This is much better.”

Joe took a big swig of his drink. “I want a rematch!” He demanded and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Joe you’ve lost the last 3 rounds. Why would you win now, of all times?” Sam teased and placed another cup in the middle. Joe laughed, unable to think of an excuse. He was having too much fun with everyone.

“Maybe next game you’ll have better luck.” You teased and gave Joe a playful pat on the back. Joe let out a big pout which made everyone at the table laugh. “I think you’ve had enough.” You teased and grabbed his drink and took a sip. “Let’s share this one.” You kissed Joe on the cheek and set the drink down. “I’ll be right back.” You said and gave Joe a reassuring smile and slipped away from the table.

“I’ll miss you!” He called after you with a big grin.

You made your way to the bar and quickly glanced over the menu. You were going to order a few appetizers for the table. Most of the table was hungry, it had been a few hours since you left the stadium with the girls and you all had talked about how hungry you were on the ride over. Plus, you knew the guys would be hungry after the game.

“Can I get a few baskets of fries, some Buffalo chicken wings, an order of nachos, and some pretzel bites please?” You folded up the menu and passed it back the bartender. After all home game wins you rented a room at the teams favorite bar to celebrate. “Oh and a round of waters please.” You added. The bartender copied everything down and let you know he’d be on his way over with the waters soon.

As you made your way back to the table you saw Joe with another plastic cup up to his mouth while the rest of the team was laughing and cheering him on.

“Did you lose again?” You laughed and took your seat next to Joe.

He wiped his mouth and looked over with a big pout “it’s not fair!” He whined. You gave him a quick kiss to cheer him up. “That makes it better.” He smiled and leaned in for another. You could taste the alcohol on his breath as he kissed you.

“Y/N, what can I get you to drink?” Sam asked as he got up from the table and made his way back to the bar to order another round.

“Surprise me!” You smiled. “And Joe is good for now.” You laughed.

Sam came back with a round of shots and drinks for everyone. Joe clinked his shot glass with yours as you both choked down the drink. The whole table was feeling pretty buzzed now and the food was making its way around. It has been such a fun night. With all the stress that comes with the games it’s nice to see everyone relax.

The drinks continued to flow until the early morning hours. Couples had slowly started to filter out as it got later. “We should probably think about going, Joey.” You slurred and grabbed his hand. “It’s getting later and I’m pretty sleepy.” You brushed your hair out of your face and leaned onto his shoulder.

“I’ll order a car.” Joe drunkenly pulled out his phone and ordered a ride. “I have a car that’ll be here n 20.” He shouted to the end of the table.

“We’ll hop in with ya!” Ja’Marr hollered back and motioned between himself and Tee. You all lived pretty close together so you rode together a lot of the time.

You all stumbled out to the sidewalk together and stood taking selfies and posting drunk Instagram stories while you waited for the car.

“There he is!” Joe hollered and flung himself into the backseat of the car, pulling you in with him.

Giggles flooded out if you as you Joe held you in his lap making jokes with the guys and drunkenly goofing off on the ride home. You clung to Joe like he was the only sense of comfort you could find. “I really like you.” Joe whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and gave you a big hug. Your stomach did a somersault, “I really like you too, Joey.” You gave him a kiss.

“Get a room!” Tee hollered and covered his eyes.

“You’re just jealous!” Joe murmured back in between kisses. “Here’s our stop though!” He said and ducked out of the car. “Night guys!” He smiled and waved.

“Use protection! We don’t need a baby burrow running around!” Ja’Marr teased as you and Joe made your way into the house for the night.

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