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goldfades · 6 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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v6quewrlds · 5 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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starsinthesky5 · 1 month ago

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What about cute lowkey things songbird does to show her love to Joe??

a/n: follow-up to this blurb ask!

warnings: nsfw content below

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aside from writing the loviest love songs about him...

she gives him those sleepy scalp massages

when he’s slumped on the couch after a long day—pads still on his thighs, hoodie tugged up around his waist

she knows before he even says a word. she slides in behind him, lets his head fall into her lap, and starts dragging her nails gently through his hair. slow, rhythmic, scratching lightly at his scalp until his whole body goes still

sometimes he sighs, sometimes he groans, sometimes he falls asleep right there, cheek pressed to her thigh, totally gone. she never rushes it. even if her fingers cramp

even if the show they were watching ends. she’ll just sit with him, keep her hands in his hair, and press soft kisses to his temple like i’ve got you. always

she keeps her hand on his back when they’re in crowds.

just a soft, steady palm at the center of his back...between his shoulder blades, calming him

she knows he’s good with people but not so good with attention, and even the strongest get overwhelmed. so when the flashes are going off or fans are pressing in too close, she touches him. not clingy, not possessive, just present

and if she feels him tense under her hand? she leans in close, brushes her mouth near his ear and whispers something only he can hear—sometimes funny, sometimes sweet, sometimes a simple “breathe, baby. i’ve got you,”

she stretches him out after practice

even when she’s tired. even when she’s been running around all day. she’ll kneel beside him with that focused little crease in her brow, guiding his legs, pressing into tight muscles with careful hands.

“okay, breathe out—good…too much? okay, i’ll ease up,”

she’s got a knack for finding the exact spot that needs attention, and joe, even with all his height and bulk and quarterback bravado, lets himself melt under her touch

half the time he ends up dozing off on the mat while she gently works out the tension in his shoulders, mumbling her name like it’s the only word he knows

she wears his favorite lingerie under the most boring outfits

it’ll be a lazy tuesday consisting of sweats, an old hoodie, hair up in a messy bun, and he’s got no idea what’s coming. until she reaches for the remote and the hem of her sweatshirt rides up just enough to show a flash of that lacy black strap he loves

his eyes go wide. her smile? innocent as sin. “what? this old thing?” and suddenly he’s canceling plans

she’ll fold laundry with her back to him, bent just enough, letting the lace peek out again—until he’s behind her, hoodie fisted in his hand, growling in her ear, “you really gonna tease me like that, baby?” and she just hums, smug and soft and already breathless

she kisses down his stomach when he’s tired

he’s sprawled on the bed, shirt bunched under his arms, breath still ragged from a hard day. she straddles his hips, starts at his chest, trailing warm, open-mouthed kisses down his stomach—slow and soft, her hands gliding over his sides, nails teasing lightly

he twitches under her touch, groans when she nips at the sharp cut of his hip. “just let me take care of you, baby,” she whispers, already working her way lower

when he tries to reach for her, she presses his wrists down, shakes her head—“uh-uh. tonight, you don’t lift a finger,”

she scratches his scalp while he’s going down on her

because she has to touch him

has to feel every inch of him. his mouth is between her thighs, tongue working slowly and skillfully, and her hands find his hair, burying in it, tugging when he hits that perfect spot

“fuck, joe,” she gasps, thighs tightening around his head, hips lifting to chase his mouth. her nails scratch gently at his scalp, not to guide—just to praise. she will always make it known how much she loves it...loves him

he moans against her, loving it, loving her, and when she sobs out “you’re so good, baby. fuck—just like that,” he doubles down, mouth relentless, hands holding her open like she’s the only thing that matters

she leaves him marked

she doesn’t always mean to. but sometimes she gets greedy. her mouth finds the open skin by his collarbone, her teeth sink in a little too hard, and suddenly there’s a blooming red mark on his skin

she’ll press soft kisses to it after, murmuring “sorry, couldn’t help it,” and joe? he just smirks when he catches a glimpse in the mirror, pulling his hoodie up a little higher to hide it. but he touches it absently during meetings. tugs at his collar in the locker room. because it’s hers

he is hers

she loves riding him when he’s all worked up and sore

especially after games. he’s still buzzing with adrenaline, sore and muscles tight, and she knows exactly how to help

she’ll guide him onto the bed, climb into his lap, and take her time. slow, deep rolls of her hips that make his head fall back and his fingers dig into her waist

“you’re so easy for me,” she whispers, breath ghosting against his lips, “all i have to do is get on top and you’re gone,” and he is—eyes hazy and glossed over from pleasure, voice raspy, begging her not to stop

he watches her like she hung the stars, like she’s salvation in human form, and when he finally breaks, he breaks hard

she knows when to drop the bravado and just hold him

when he’s hurting—physically or emotionally—she doesn’t ask questions

she just opens her arms. lets him bury his face in her neck, wraps herself around him like a blanket, rubs slow circles into his back until he relaxes. no words. just presence. just safety. just her

she does little skincare rituals on him even when he resists

“joey, you were rubbing your face all game, you’re dry as hell, c’mere,”

she’ll straddle him on the couch and dab eye cream under his lashes, tap moisturizer into his cheeks while he fake-grumbles, internally enjoying the way his skin was feeling cooler by the second

“you love it,” she teases, rubbing his temples with her thumbs until his eyes flutter shut. and he does love it. no one’s ever taken care of him like this. only her ;)

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eddiazx · 6 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.

#911 x reader #911 x you #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley smut #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x you #evan buckley fic #buck x reader #evan buckley x y/n

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lyrenminth · 1 year 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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luvlygirl0 · 2 days ago

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Birthday Disaster

Joel x reader

Summary: You and your Husband of 2 years have been living happily in Austin with your step daughter Sarah. One day you were celebrating Joel’s 36th birthday and towards the end… it was over

Warning: 18+! MDNI. Smut. Unprotected pnv.(f receiving). Dom !Joel. Dirty talk. Blind fold, fingering, Blowjob (m reserving) Age gap (not a big one) reader is 26 Joel is 36. Mention of death (I’m so sorry)mention of blood. (Readers name is Kimberly)

If I’m forgetting anything so sorry

Authors note: Hello Luvs<3 hope you like this. I’m sorry this doesn’t follow the exact story line of the first episode, it’s like a little twist. This is my first story and this has been on my mind for a long time. Sorry if it’s a little off

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The sun peeked through the window of the shared room that belonged to you and your husband, Joel. Slowly peeking up, you turned over to your left to the nightstand and read 7:01 a.m. on the alarm clock. You rubbed your morning eyes and stretched. The birds were chirping, and the cold morning air was brushing in from the window. As quietly and slowly as you could, you crawled out of bed to try and not wake Joel up. On the other side of the bed, there was a very sleepy Joel who was passed out from the fun activities you and he were doing the night prior.

You slowly picked up your PJs. Slipping them on and your slipper. Soon you were slipping through the door and down the stairs. Halfway down the smell of Pancakes was whiffing in your face. That’s how you knew Sarah was up and ready for school. She was always up and ready to go on weekday mornings. By the time either you or Joel were up she was already down stairs and dressed. For the 5 years you have known her, she was a good kid. It’s one of the many things you loved about Sarah.

“Morning kid” you smiled while kissing the top of her head. You slid past her to grab the morning coffee

“Morning! I’m making pancakes, hope you are hungry” she said waving the spatula around in the air. You giggled as she went back to flipping them

“Oh I’m starving, but you know your father hates pancakes…” you arched your eyebrow, Grabbing your coffee as you sat down at the dining table in the middle of the kitchen.

“I know but it’s all we currently have” she halved smiles still flipping them. You got up from your chair and walked over to her and side hugged her. “You need help with any of this?” You asked. “Could you cut some fruit? I love having fruit with my pancakes” with no hesitation you grabbed a knife and some fresh fruits from the fridge and immediately started cutting them up.

“What do you think your dad might want for his birthday?” you stopped cutting so Sarah could hear you. “Um well, he’s not big on birthdays…I’m fixing his old watch for him…not sure… I know he’s been wanting new tools for work” she took the pancakes of the pan and started setting them neatly on a plate. “Perfect” you cheered. After work you could stop by the hardware store Joel loved so much and pick up new tools. Hopefully there is a good spot to put them so he doesn’t see till tomorrow.

Soon enough it’s like you both summoned him. You turned to see Joel rolling up his sleeves and still semi waking up. You smiled as you saw the Handsome man walk into the kitchen with his t-shirt clunged to his biceps. He also paired it with his blue dirty jeans that he always wears and his work boots. “Well look at my two favorite girls bonding at 7:30am” he kissed Sarah at the top of her head before coming over and kissing you on the lips. “Ew” Sarah fake gagged. Joel rolled his eyes before grabbing whatever was left in the coffee pot. “What did my sweet daughter make this morning” he sipped his coffee and settled into the chair.

“Well I made pancakes” she giggled. You looked over at Joel who gave her a little playful glar. “How nice of her right Joel” you blinked. “Thank you sweetheart” he gave her a smile.

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After breakfast Joel took Sarah to school and you headed over to the office. It was going to be a long day because the CEO was stopping in which meant meeting all day and only 1 hour lunch break. Luckily your work best friend was here to save the day. You have been with the company for 7 years, what was before an internship at 19 turned into a full time job at 20 years old.

One day you and Ethan ( your work bestie) were out for lunch after meetings all morning. You had gotten up to go freshen up before heading back to the office when you were not paying attention and knocked into someone and spilling their coffee all over them. You looked up and saw a 6 foot man with broad shoulders in a flannel with a white t shirt under it and dark blue jeans with a work belt around his hips. You lost your self in his brown eyes as they looked over your face. When you were brought back to reality you quickly apologized. “Holy cow I am so sorry! Oh fuck I was not paying attention” you quickly walked over to the little station to grab napkins. “It’s totally fine. I guess it gets rid of the sweat smell” he laughed. “Shit this is not gonna come out” you still tried to rub it. “Don’t even worry about it, I have an extra shirt in my truck for this reason I guess” he locked eyes with you. He seemed so gentle and so calm you thought you were going crazy. “I’m Joel” he held out his hand for you to shake. His hands were so soft but a little dirty. He must have just come from work or on a break. “I’m uh-um- Kimberly, well Kim to my friends but- you can call me Kim.” Really? You were so focused you forgot your own name? Get it together! “Again I’m so sorry please let me buy you a new coffee to make it up to you” freaking out still you were moving back and forth to the trash can throwing away the very damp napkins. “How about you make it up at dinner” he flashed a charming smile. Ugh that smile. How could you say no to that smile. The kind that could make anyone faint on the floor in a heart beat. “Uh- that sounds perfect” he handed you his little flip phone so you could type your number in there. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was running a marathon. All of this over you being stupid and not paying attention. “There” you handed him back his phone. He looked at the new created contract and slid the phone back into his pocket. “I’ll text you later to set it up” He met your gaze one last time and for a second non of you said anything before a wild Ethan popped up behind you pulling out for imaginary land.

“So sorry to interrupt but Kim we gotta get back to the office” he tapped you on the shoulder.

“See you later Darlin” he winked then walking off

“Bye” you said quietly before turning back to Ethan.

“UM HELLO? WHO was that hunk” he stared Joel down

“A guy I spilled coffee over and I’m making it up to him over dinner” for a second it felt like a dream. Or those cringy ass romance movies you saw all the time. “Well we are gonna have to pick out a sexy ass outfit for you. But first we gotta get back” you both turned away walking to the car.

A couple days later You and Joel did go out on that date. It was fantastic and super memorable. Which obviously it turned into something serious. When you turned 23 Joel suprised you with a super fancy dinner and then proposed that very night. And at 24 you were in a white wedding dress saying “I Do” and you couldn’t be happier

“Earth to Kim!” Ethan pulled you out of day dreaming. In one hand he had a clip board and in the other he had his mug that said “I just work here” written on it. “You good girl?” He gave you a weird look. “Mhm, was just thinking….Joels 36th birthday is tomorrow and according to Sarah he wants new tools” you motioned your hands in the air imitating jazz hands. “How original” he mocked you. “Well you ready to kick ass in that conference room?” He turned “yep, let’s go!” You got up out of your chair and headed towards the room that said conference room on the door.

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The next morning rolled around. After work yesterday you ran to the hardware store and grabbed his gift and also hit the grocery store before Joel got home so you had time to his his gift. Like always the sun peeked through the window and you looked over to the left side of you to the clock that read 7:05am. You smiled and rolled over to the other side of the bed where there was a sleepy Joel still knocked out. You pulled the covers up a little bit before slipped on top of him. “Morning Birthday Boy” your soft morning voice pressed against his cheek which earned you a smile. “Well good morning sweetheart” his wondering hands made it to your hips before planting a kiss on your forehead. “And how did the birthday boy sleep?” You stared into his big brown sleepy eyes. “Well I slept great. But this is better” he said before planting a kiss on your lips. “Now how should we start this beautiful morning. With going down stairs and eat breakfast or…” you slipped your head passed the thick sheets, Making your way down the bed. “Hm.. I like this way better” he smiled before shifting his head back. You made your way to his PJ pants that he slept in and slipped your fingers at the base before sliding them down a little. “Here is birthday boys first gift” before he had time to process what you said, his cock sprung out and your mouth was already on the tip. Joel yanked the sheet off of you both so he could see that pretty little face of yours. “Oh baby” he said shifting into place. His hands wandered to the top of your head, playing with the locks. You slowly licked the tip and you could taste the pre cum that was springing out. You looked up and saw Joel already falling apart and you hadn’t even done anything. You hollowed your cheeks and began sucking. A slight grunt sprung out of his throat,It was the best sound you have heard. “God you are so good at this” he played with your hair as you continued to suck him off. You bobbed your head a little more down taking what you could. Joel was not a small man, he was proud on what he had. “ Fuck bab-“ before he could finish that sentence a yell from down stairs interrupted you guys. “BREAKFAST IS READY!” Sarah yelled. You looked up to a worried Joel who looked at the door then at you. “Call off of work” he cupped your chin. “We arnt don’t just yet” you slowly back off the bed putting on clothes as he did the same. As you put on a shirt Joel stepped up to you towering over you “I’m gonna take Sarah to school and call Tommy to let him know I’m taking a personal day. When I come home we are gonna finish what you started. You understand Sweetheart” he looked at you with stern eyes. “Yessir” you flashed back. Your cheeks were on fire and you could feel your self getting heated.

You both walked down stairs and saw Sarah putting the table together. When she saw Joel she stopped what she was doing and ran to hug him “Happy birthday Daddy” she squeezed him tightly. “Sarah what did I do to deserve you” he hugged back then planted a kiss at the top of her head. “I made eggs with bacon and toast so eat up before work” she walked back to the table to finish setting up. You looked at her and mouthed “thank you” she gave you a smile and went back to setting up. You walked to the fridge to grab the orange juice and start a pot of coffee. “Sarah would you like some Orange juice?” You asked. “Yessir please” you grabbed a cub out of the cabinet and started pouring. “Baby. Usual coffee?” You looked up to see him already eating. “Yes please darlin” his accent spit out. “Oh dad! I have something for you” Sarah turned and picked something off the floor. A little green box was placed on the table in front of Joel. “Sarah…you didn’t have to get- thank you sweetheart” he gave her a kiss on the cheek. He flipped open the box and found a silver watch played perfectly. “You fixed it for me?” He looked at her. “Well you weren’t gonna fix it for yourself so I did it for you” she smiled. “Really? I don’t hear anything” he placed the watch up to his ear. For a second Sarah got worried but then found out he was fucking with her. “Thank you sweetie, seriously thank you” he gave her a hug and placed the watch back into the box and set it on the table. You grabbed everyone’s cups and set them up in their spots. You grabbed the remote to the kitchen TV and flipped it to the news. “Break news a new virus has now entered America. Authorities are advising everyone to stay away from any down town areas as it is spreading.” The news lady said. You flashed a look at Joel then Sarah who set her fork down. “I’m sure it’s nothing sweetie okay?” He reassured Sarah then placing a hand on hers. She looked back down at her breakfast picking at it. “Listen Imma take you to school and then later we can all have cake…okay?” He looked at both of us, both with worried faces. “Okay…I promised Mr Adler I would go over after school. When I get home we can have cake..okay?” She asked picking at her food again. “Sounds perfect.” The rest of breakfast everyone was silent. Not much was really said. And just like normal Joel took Sarah to school.

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When Joel got home he found you sitting in the couch reading a book you’ve been meaning to read for some time now. “Did you let work know?” He set his keys in the bowl that was on the table that was next to the front door, then kicking off his boots. “Yes, told them I was “feeling under the weather”” you giggled setting your book down. “Thank you for spending the day with me” Joel settled into the spot next to you on the couch. “Anything for you” you kissed him on the cheek. You placed your head on his shoulder and for a few minutes it was dead silent. Not that you mind, just being here with Joel was good enough. For the first time in minutes you spoke up. “Hun…are you worried about the virus” your stared at the plan wall in the living room. “I mean…as long as we are careful…we will get through it. You, me, and Sarah. We are family, we will get through anything” he looks down at you. He was always good at calming you down, it’s another thing you loved about him. “I love you babe” you lifted your head. “I love you more than words can explain” he said back. He paused. You could feel your heart beating through your chest. His breathing picked up a little as well. “Now… how about get back to what we started earlier” he grinned “well it is your day sir, whatever you want” you teased brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. “Hm..anything?”the tip of his nose poked the tip of yours. In the corner of your eye you could see his bulge starting to grow. “Mhm” is all you managed to get out. “I want you to go upstairs. And wait on that bed of ours. Fully naked. In 5 minutes I will return upstairs. And I will do whatever I want to you- how does that sound” you could feel the hotness of his breath lingering on you. “I’ll be waiting” you slipped off the couch and walked up the stairs as Joel walked into the kitchen to wash his hands.

Exactly 5 minutes later you heard the door open. Joel slipped into the room and saw you on the edge of the bed. Just like he asked. Fully naked. Just like he asked. Your eyes darted towards him. “So she does what she is told- good girl” he walked over to you lifting up your chin. You could feel the heat growing beneath you. “I want to take my sweet old time with this sweet body that I can call mine” he slipped his t shirt off and started marching back and forth just looking at you. You didn’t look at him you just stared at the wall. Letting him soak in everything that he is about to do. “I’m gonna take good care of you, understand?” He said standing in front of you. “Yes sir” you said stern. “Hm- good- now lie down for me” just like he said you moved to the center of the bed and lied down. Just like before he studied you, took his sweet time with it as well. “You are so gorgeous. Do you know that darlin?” He climbed on top of you. You nodded not saying anything as he planted kisses all over you. First in the crook of your neck making his way to your tummy. “What’s the matter… darlin. You started something earlier and I’m just finishing it.” He kissed your belly button. “Joel- please” you whimpered out, your body started getting heated. “Oh babygirl… just like you said… it’s my day…anything I want- and what I want is to take my sweet time” he straddled you with both knees on each side of your hips. “Here’s what we are gonna do” you could feel the dip in where he leaned over to his side of the night stand. He opened the drawer and took out a black blind fold and held it into his hands as he met back to your gaze. “You are gonna wear this until I say so. You are gonna be a good girl and listen to me. Understand” his voice is stern. You nod looking up at him. “Repeat it” he says stern again. You took a deep breath. “You are gonna put the blind fold on me until you say so. I’m going to be a good girl and listen to you” your eyes widen at every word that just came out of your mouth. You motions you to lift your head. He then ties the black cloth around your head till you can’t see anything. You could feel him getting off the bed and studying you once again. “This morning you thought you were so cute, sucking me off like that hm? Almost getting caught.” He paces back and forth. “It’s my turn now darlin” he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. He leans down kissing your kneel leaving tiny marks that could be covered. He cups one of your breasts in his big hand and drags his mouth over the other one. You squirm a little letting out little moans as he sucks on one. He was gentle with it though, he was indeed savoring the moment. You move your hands to the top of his hair interlocking his dark hair with your fingers,He takes the free hand and places both hands above your head. You whine not being able to feel his hair as he nibbles your breast as if he didn’t just have breakfast. “These are gonna be placed here till I say so” you squirm more moving your hips up a little. Before you were even ready Joel moves his hand down to your thighs, kissing them leading up to your entrance. Your breathing picks up a little bit as you were getting impatient and Joel noticed. “Aw, she’s getting impatient” he stops kissing your thighs. “Please-” you managed to get out. He continued to kiss his way up more and more stopping at your pussy. He brought his hand to your entrance. He could feel how wet you were before we really did anything. “I haven’t even done a whole lot and you are already wet for me” he teased. He saw the way your chest moved off and on the mattress, he was enjoying it to much.

Joel took one finger and made his was slowly. The coldness of his fingers made you squirm more, that feeling on your bare skin sent goosebumps on you. Once he got you warmed up he added another finger. You moaned when he added another finger. Not being able to see him was killing you. You know he was smiling and enjoying every second, every noise that passed your pretty little lips, the movement that you made when he barely touched you. He pumped his fingers in hitting you in the perfect spot. He brought him self to your lips kissing you, making it hard for you to focus on one thing. “You sound so pretty when you take my fingers. Those noises that you make this 10x better” he continues to pump his fingers inside of you. You can feel your self unfolding, you bring your head up just little bit trying to see passed the blind fold. But nothing. Your head flinches back as you let out another moan. The not in your stomach starts to form bigger and bigger and with a few for thrust it would come undone. “Joel. FUCK-” he smiled while kissing the crook of your neck. “Let me touch you” you begged “not just yet darling” you cried, wanting to touch him. Wanting to place your hands on his back. “Fuck you feel so good around my fingers” you moaned at his comment. “I’m- ugh—” you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Go ahead darlin…come undone on my fingers” once you got his approval he thrusted his fingers further and that after a few deep thrusts you came on his fingers. You were trying to catch your breath when he took the blind fold off your face. The light caught you off guard for a second but you got used to it.

“If you think we are done. You are so wrong..lay back down” you followed as he said. He grabbed your thighs and pushed you close to his waist. Your legs were dangling off the edge of the bed. You looked at him as he looked at you waiting for you to say the word. Once you figured out what he was waiting for you nodded your head in approval. He waisted no time and brought his lips to you again. He was hungry and devouring everything he could. You brought yourself up a little bit and unbuckled his belt, He helped you get it off and along with his boxers and jeans. His already hard cock sprung out, already glistening with pre cum.He stepped out of them and kicked them off the side a little so they were not in the way. He went back to kissing you. Both of you not breaking it at all. Not once. He brought his hand to his cock and lined it up with your entrance Still not breaking the kiss, after a little bit he looked at you as he slowly pushed himself inside getting you used to his size. You let out a little moan when he did. “Ready?” He looked at you. You nodded and layed back down. He put one hand on the other side of your head as he thrusted himself inside. “Fuck baby, you feel so good” he managed to get out. “I- ugh” you squeezed your eyes together not being able to form any words. “What’s wrong princess, not able to form words? Can’t think straight while you take me so well?” He whispers in your ear. His voice is deep and it’s not helping your case. “Best birthday ever” he thrust harder, grunting at his own words. “I’m- I’m close” that knot in your stomach from earlier was coming back. “Hold it in love” he says. He places his hand on your back and lifts you up. Your legs were now wrapped around his torso, and you were now over looking him. He flips over now you were on top and he was on the bed. “Listen to me. I want you to hold it in till I say you can release. Ride my dick baby, ride it till i say you can come undone” he says in between breaths looking up at you. He places his hands on your hips and you place yours on his chest for support. “Go on” he demands. You begin to rock your hips, your eyes falling back as he feels so good. “Fuck you’re doing so good” he praises. He helps your by guiding you with his hands. They feel so soft on your hips. You look down to see Joel looking like he is going to fall apart soon. “God you are so good at this, you are perfect. All of you. I wish you could see what I see from down here” you whimper as he continues to compliment you.

“I wish you could see the beautiful girl that I get to sleep next to every night” he continues to guide you with his hands “you don’t know how lucky I am” he grunts as you can feel him pulsing. “Joel. I’m- I’m so close” you bounce. “Me to baby” he moves himself up and wrapped his hand around your back. “Go ahead princess, come on my dick” with that you move your hips fast and faster. He then takes you and flips you over on your back as he slams into you more and more causing you to have your second orgasm. It doesn’t take long for him to follow right after you.

You both lay on the bed out of breath, he bring you to his chest and you can hear the beating of his chest against your ear. “Happy birthday my love” you manage to say while still trying to catch your breath. “I love you sweetheart” he kisses you.

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You and Joel ended up falling asleep for much longer than you thought. Joel’s phone was ringing which both caused you to burst up from your sleep and fumble around very confused. “Hello?” Joel said with his sleepy voice. “Your what?” He springs up. You throw on his t shirt and walk over to the dresser. In the mirror you can see Joel getting angry. “God damn it Tommy” you pause and turn around. “Yeah…okay…I’ll be there soon” he hangs up the phone and you walk back over to the bed. “Everything okay?” You look at him “uh sure, my brother is currently in Jail for a bar fight… I have to go pick him up from the jail. Can you wait for Sarah to get back and then I promise when I get home we can have family time” he grabs you by the waist and brings you in. “Of course. Be careful” you kiss him before he lets go to get dressed in different clothes.

When Sarah got home she put a movie on for you and here to watch to pass the time while you both waited for Joel. You picked up your little flip phone to see the clock reading 11:15 you set it back down then looked over to see Sarah passed out. You had started to doze off when you felt a sudden crash. You both flung up looking at each other confused as fuck. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah what was that?” Her breathing stared picking up “I don’t know stay here” you quickly got up from the couch and unlocked the door. The way the sky was lit up with flames and smoke. Your eye widened and then you saw a truck whip into the driveway. You couldn’t tell where your mind should go to. Grab Sarah, stare at the fire that was off into the distance or the fact Tommy’s truck just flung into the drive way. “Sarah come here quick” she listened as you wrapped your arms around her “GET IN THE TRUCK” Joel yelled. Your eyes started to fill up with water as now you were panicking. “Listen to me Sarah. We are gonna get into Uncle Tommy’s truck okay don’t look up” she nodded as you both start to book it to the truck. Making your way you saw The older Mrs Adler start darting after you and Sarah. But before she could get to you Joel shot her and she dropped to the ground. Your hand went over Sarah’s ear so she couldn’t hear the suffering and screaming that went on. “Get in now! There’s no time” Joel ordered. You and Sarah jumped into the back not even buckling. “Alright if we the closet high way we can avoid down town” Tommy told Joel while we was driving fast out of the neighborhood. You looked back seeing the neighbor hood that 3 years ago you settled into was not on fire and to the home you and your family made your own now getting raided. You could also see incident people getting jumped by infected people. “Joel what the hell is going on!” A single tear feel from your eye. Joel turned back and grabbed both yours and Sarah’s hand. “Remember that virus that was on the news this morning. It broke out of down town and mades its way around the neighborhood.” You looked at Sarah who was curled up next to you shaking pile crazy. “FUCK!” Tommy yelled. “It’s blocked off!” He added. “Alright just take the field and see where we end up” Joel pointed to the field on the right side. You watch your whole life flash before your eyes. Hours on fire. People running for their lives. Cars bumper to bumper trying to get out the state. It was madness. After taking a short cut you all ended up in a small town. Building nearly to ashes and crowds of people trying to go to one place. “Oh my god” more tears started to fall down. “Both of you look down okay please” he didn’t let go of your hands. In fact he squeezed them a little tighter. “Dad!” Sarah yelled out. When he looked a crowd of people were running towards the truck. “Tommy reverse!” Joel demanded, and so Tommy did. But before we could get away a big plane came crashing down. Causing us to flip.

For a second you layed there but when reality started to hit you, you got up and saw Joel helping up an injured Sarah. “Sarah!” You cried out. “It’s okay I got you” Joel lifted her up. You looked around for Tommy who was on the other side of the burning car. “Go! I’ll catch up” he yelled. You looked at Joel who nodded to you. He lifted Sarah up and you and him started running out of the town. “Where do we go?!” You panicked. What is going on right now. He paused and looked around. You were following his orders. “This way” and so you followed. We ran through building and dogged the people who were infected, trying to put pressure on the wound that Sarah had. Once you made your ways through the buildings the 3 of you ended up in a field. Joel stopped to put Sarah down on the ground. “Okay this gonna hurt a lot but I need you to bear with me okay baby” he lifted her shirt to where the wound was. He then placed his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding. You lifted your head to see Tommy running towards you guys. More tears were falling as you waved your hand to signal you guys were over here. You returned your focus back over to Sarah. “Sarah you are doing great okay. Stay with us” Joel signaled for you to switch places. “Kim put pressure right here imma see what I can use to wrap it” you do just that. Tommy was scooping the area to see if any infected was around. “Stop right there!” A stern heavy voice shout at the four of you. With his flash light pointing at all of you. “My- my daughter- she’s hurt” Joel cried out. The army guy points a gun and looks closer at Sarah. “Non of you move” he steps a little closer. “Please…my daughter needs to have pressure on her wound” he cried out again. “I said don’t move!” The soldiers yells out again. “Please sir we arnt infected” you cry. For a second it goes quiet. He turns little to talk in his radio. All you can hear is the murmur of the radio and the sound of the whole town behind you falling apart. Joel lifts his daughter into his arms again while you still hold pressure waiting for a response. “Copy” you look at Joel. Who looks at you who then looks at Tommy. All of you have a confused look as your direct your attention back to the soldier. “Please…we arnt infected” Joel tries to tell him one last time. “I’m sorry” the soldier says. In that moment your mind turns off as you hear the sound of a gun fire. You flinch. It was like a whole second was taken off as you look over to see Joel crying out. “NO!” He says. Sarah’s doesn’t take his eyes off of Joel. “TOMMY HELP ME” Joel yells. He tries. Joel tries to cover up the wound. He really tries. “SARAH STAY WITH ME PLEASE BABYGIRL” he cries. “Sarah!” You cry out. “What the fuck is wrong with you dude! She isn’t infected!” Tears flung out. You all surround Sarah as you are trying to make this work. “Sarah stay with me” Joel rocks her back and forth. Then….she goes numb. “NO” he screams out “please please stay with me” there was no small tears coming from Joel anymore. He was full on sobbing. How could this happen? It was nothing to worry about…

Joel sat there rocking Sarah back and forth and crying…..and just like that…. Your whole lives have changed.

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Author: hi guys!!! I hope you enjoyed the story!! I’m sorry it’s so long and I’m sorry if some parts are screwed up. Please let me know on anything ❤️

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #smut #trama #the last of us #x reader

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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

#kingdom of the planet of the apes #kotpota #noa #noa kotpota #noa x reader #planet of the apes #x reader #pota #noaghty

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