#justin herbert blurb

[honeydippedfiction]

I am a firm believer that J Herbo is a munch AND HE FUCKING LOVES IT. So with that being said can I get 'getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you.' 'you want me to sit on your face?' 'don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste.' and 'you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this.'

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'getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you.' 'you want me to sit on your face?' 'don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste.' and 'you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this.'

Justin Herbert x black!femreader

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The morning sunlight slipped through the gauzy white curtains, spilling across the hardwood floor in soft, golden ribbons. Outside, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, the rustling leaves whispering in the quiet suburban hush. But inside the bedroom, tucked beneath layers of white linen and soft gray blankets, the world felt perfectly still.

Justin stirred as his body adjusted to the day, but his mind wasn’t in any rush. He blinked slowly, momentarily disoriented, then let his gaze settle on the woman sleeping beside him. A soft smile played at his lips.

Y/N was curled on her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, the other resting lightly on his chest. Her curls spilled across the pillow like silk. But what truly caught his eye—what never failed to catch his breath, honestly—was the shirt she wore.

His shirt.

Green and gold, faded from years of wear and countless washes, the University of Oregon "O" stretched across her chest. The fabric, oversized on her smaller frame, hung just off one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbone. It was the same shirt he’d thrown on after practices back in college. The same one he'd slept in before big games, sweated through during workouts, and wore when dreaming of making it to the NFL.

Now it was draped over her like it had never belonged anywhere else.

He propped himself up on one elbow, brushing his fingers gently across the exposed skin of her shoulder. "You know," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep, "I'm never getting that shirt without a fight."

Y/N groaned quietly, her eyes still closed. “Too early for your threats, quarterback.”

He chuckled, the sound low and easy. “Not a threat. Just letting you know. That shirt is permanently yours now. You wear it better than I ever did.”

“Damn right I do,” she mumbled, cracking one eye open. “It’s soft. And it smells like you. Why would I ever give that up?”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Exactly my point.”

She turned her face toward him and smiled lazily. “You’re in a flirty mood this morning.”

“Hard not to be when you’re in my bed, in my shirt, looking like that,” he said, letting his hand trail down the curve of her hip beneath the blankets. “You’ve officially ruined it for every other piece of clothing I own.”

She laughed, eyes finally fluttering fully open. “You’re such a sap. I love it.”

“I love you,” he said, the words easy now, like breathing.

Y/N’s expression softened, her smile becoming something quieter, deeper. “I love you too, Justin.”

He settled back down beside her, pulling her against him until her head rested on his chest. They laid there in silence for a few moments, listening to the sound of their breathing, to the occasional chirp of a bird outside the window, and the distant hum of a lawnmower down the street. The world existed, but only faintly—just background noise to the slow rhythm they’d fallen into.

She reached up, tracing small circles on his chest with her fingertips. “You remember the first time I saw this shirt?” she asked.

He looked down at her, amused. “When you stole it?”

She grinned. “No, before that. You wore it on our second date. You were trying to play it cool, all casual, but you spent half the night tugging at the sleeves like you weren’t sure if it still fit right.”

He laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly at the memory. “Because it barely did. I hadn’t worn it in years. I was nervous.”

“You? Nervous? Please.” She raised an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

Justin shrugged, eyes twinkling. “You were out of my league.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth anyway. “You really need to stop saying that.”

“But it’s true.”

“You’re Justin Herbert. NFL quarterback. You’re literally in Madden.”

“And you’re Y/N. You’re... everything,” he said, his voice softening. “Smart, hilarious, gorgeous, grounded. I won on and off the field the day you said yes to me.”

She buried her face against his chest to hide her smile, cheeks warm. “Okay, that was smooth,” she admitted. “Fine. You get points for that.”

They both laughed, a shared warmth settling over them like a second blanket. Outside, the sun had climbed a little higher, casting golden rays across the bed. Justin turned slightly, pressing another kiss to her temple, then her jaw, trailing his lips down to her shoulder.

“So,” he murmured, lips brushing against her skin, “what’s the plan for today?”

She hummed, eyes fluttering closed again. “This. Just this.”

“No workouts, no meetings, no media. Just us?” he asked, already knowing the answer he wanted.

“Just us,” she confirmed. “And maybe pancakes later. But only if you make them.”

He groaned dramatically. “So I have to cook and look at you wearing my favorite shirt all day? Torture.”

She laughed, snuggling closer. “You’ll survive.”

They stayed like that for hours—talking, dozing, tangled up in each other with no urgency to move, no pressure to perform, no expectations except to just be. And for Justin, who lived a life of game clocks and press conferences, those quiet hours with Y/N were the kind of win he never saw coming.

As the morning turned to afternoon, and her laughter filled the room again over something ridiculous he said, he looked at her—really looked—and knew.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything. Not the fame. Not the spotlight. Not even for a Super Bowl ring.

The scent of maple syrup still lingered faintly in the air.

After a lazy morning in bed and a shared effort—read: Justin doing most of the work and Y/N flipping one very questionable pancake—they’d migrated to the couch, wrapped in an oversized throw blanket and the kind of warmth that came only from soft music, full stomachs, and the weight of being completely at ease with each other.

The TV played in the background, some documentary neither of them were really paying attention to, but neither seemed to mind. Justin sat in the corner of the sectional, legs stretched out and a hand resting lightly on Y/N’s thigh. She was curled against him, her cheek nestled against his shoulder, still wearing his Oregon shirt like a badge of honor.

Her legs were draped over his lap, one foot tucked under his knee. Every so often, his thumb traced idle circles against her skin, the kind of unconscious affection that came from knowing someone down to the quietest detail. No words were needed—there was something sacred in the silence between them.

Y/N shifted slightly, lifting her head to look at him. “You’ve been staring at me for like... the last ten minutes,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

He didn’t look away. “You’re kind of hard not to stare at.”

She gave him a mock sigh. “Do you ever turn it off?”

“Nope.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “You signed up for this.”

She rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t move away. Instead, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, letting them rest at the nape of his neck. “I must’ve been out of my mind.”

Justin feigned offense. “Excuse me?”

Y/N laughed, her thumb brushing just beneath his jaw. “You’re alright, Herbert.”

“Just alright?” he asked, leaning in a little closer.

“I mean... you do make good pancakes.”

“Ah, so I’m just here for my breakfast skills?”

“And the fact that you look very cute when you’re pouting,” she added, poking his cheek.

He caught her hand gently and pressed a kiss to her palm, lingering for a moment before meeting her gaze. His expression shifted, playful to something quieter, deeper. “You make everything better, Y/N.”

There was no smirk behind it. No teasing. Just truth, laid bare in the softness of his voice.

Her breath caught slightly. “You’re getting sappy again.”

“I know,” he murmured, inching closer. “Can’t help it. It’s a side effect of being in love.”

She smiled, wide and real. “Good. I love sappy.”

The afternoon settled in slow and lazy, like honey dripping down the side of a jar.

Sunlight spilled across the living room in long, drowsy beams, warming the hardwood floor and the sleepy energy between Justin and Y/N as they lay wrapped in each other on the couch. The remnants of their late breakfast—half-empty coffee mugs, a plate with two untouched pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup with the cap left off—sat forgotten on the kitchen counter.

Neither of them had the energy or desire to clean up just yet. Not today. Not when everything in the world felt this still and safe.

Y/N was nestled in Justin’s lap, legs curled to the side, her body blanketed under one of the cozy throws his mom had gifted them last Christmas. She was still wearing his old Oregon shirt—stretched slightly at the neck now from being tugged over her curls that morning—and he hadn’t stopped admiring her in it since.

Her head rested against his chest as she idly scrolled through something on her phone, but even that had slowed in the last few minutes. Justin’s hand had found her thigh again, warm and absentminded, tracing slow, gentle patterns on her skin. He wasn't even sure he knew he was doing it, but she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she leaned into it.

“This is officially the best Sunday we’ve ever had,” she said, voice quiet and a little raspy from lack of use.

He tilted his head down to look at her. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Pancakes, cuddles, no media appearances, and I haven’t worn real pants all day.”

Justin grinned, fingers giving a playful squeeze to her thigh. “Big wins all around.”

“Very big wins,” she murmured, eyes closing briefly as she melted further into him. “Plus, I get to wear your shirt without you whining about it stretching.”

“I don’t whine.”

“You literally groaned when I put it on last week,” she reminded him, looking up with a smirk. “Said I was ‘messing with the integrity of the fabric.’”

Justin chuckled, head falling back against the couch cushion. “Okay, first of all, that shirt is from like… freshman year. That thing’s basically historic.”

“And now it’s mine,” Y/N said, sitting up just enough to tug at the hem teasingly. “And I look better in it than you ever did.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not arguing. “That’s… not inaccurate.”

She smiled in triumph, settling against him again, this time closer—her legs tucked under her body, arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Her cheek pressed just beneath his collarbone. The scent of her lotion mixed with the faint trace of his own body wash still clinging to the shirt, and he couldn’t help but press a kiss into her curls.

It amazed him, how easily they fit. Even in the silence.

Especially in the silence.

The television continued to play in the background—some documentary neither of them had chosen, but had left running out of habit. Neither of them cared what it was about. It was just noise, something to fill the air between soft sighs and small smiles.

After a few minutes of quiet, Justin reached for the remote, clicking the volume down until the TV was just a whisper. He shifted beneath her, just enough to bring their faces closer.

She blinked up at him. “What are you doing?”

He shrugged, one hand moving up to brush a loose curl from her face. “I just… want to see you.”

Y/N smiled softly at the admission. “You see me all the time.”

“Not like this,” he said. His voice had lost its playfulness now—quieter, steadier. “Not when everything else goes quiet. When it’s just us.”

She searched his face for a moment, heart flipping the way it always did when he got like this—unguarded, vulnerable, honest. She knew he didn’t open up like this to many people. The spotlight of football demanded so much from him—stoicism, strength, perfection. But here, like this, he could just be Justin.

And she loved every part of him.

“What do you see?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at her like he was still trying to find the right words. “Everything. I see the girl who dances in the kitchen when she thinks I’m not looking. Who eats strawberries one at a time like it’s a whole ritual. Who watches horror movies but hides behind me for all the jump scares. I see the woman who makes me want to be better every day—on the field, off it… just all of it.”

Y/N felt her breath catch. She wasn’t used to this kind of raw, unfiltered affection. Not without walls. Not without fine print. But with Justin, there was never a catch. There was just… truth.

“I see the person who makes this house feel like a home,” he added.

She looked away, just for a second, like maybe the intensity of it all was too much to take in at once. Then she looked back, eyes shining. “You’re gonna make me cry on a Sunday,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-hiding against his chest again.

Justin wrapped his arms fully around her, pulling her close. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” she said, voice muffled. “It’s kind of perfect.”

And it was.

The couch had grown quieter around them. The soft hum of the television had faded into background noise, and the late afternoon sunlight painted lazy golden stripes across the living room floor. Y/N sat tucked against Justin’s side, her body warm beneath the blanket, her head resting against his chest, and his arm draped across her shoulders like second nature.

For a while, they said nothing. Just the kind of silence that only exists between people who are completely at ease with one another.

But Justin’s hand didn’t stop moving—his fingers brushing slow, thoughtful lines along her thigh, as if committing the texture of her skin to memory. His eyes weren’t on the TV. They were on her.

“I don’t know how you do that,” he said quietly.

She tilted her head to glance up at him. “Do what?”

“Make everything feel… still. Like nothing outside of right now matters.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. “Maybe because it doesn’t. Not today.”

Justin gave a small nod, eyes never leaving hers. And then, without another word, he shifted beneath the blanket and gently tugged her closer—his hand at her waist, guiding her with ease until she was seated fully in his lap.

Y/N let out a surprised but amused sound. “Wow. Bold move.”

“Hey,” he murmured with a lazy grin, his hands steady on her hips, “it’s a lazy Sunday. I’m just helping you claim your rightful and actual seat.”

She looped her arms around his neck as she adjusted to straddle him, the blanket falling around their sides like a cocoon. They were face to face now, close enough that their noses brushed and their shared warmth made the air between them feel thicker, sweeter.

“Hi,” she said softly, teasing.

“Hi,” he echoed, eyes searching hers. “Can I kiss you?”

She laughed gently, brushing her thumb along his jaw. “You really have to ask?”

He didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he leaned in—slowly, like he wanted her to feel every inch of space he closed between them. His lips met hers in a kiss that was soft but sure, familiar but never boring. It was the kind of kiss that said I’m home, the kind that didn’t need to lead anywhere else to feel complete.

Y/N melted into it, her hands moving to the back of his neck, fingertips playing in his hair as he held her just a little tighter. One of his hands slid up to rest between her shoulder blades, anchoring her there, like if he let go, the moment might disappear.

They stayed like that for a while—kissing slowly, taking their time, pausing only to smile or breathe or brush noses. There was no rush. No need for more. Just the feeling of skin on skin, heart to heart, a quiet moment stretched out like something sacred.

Eventually, she rested her forehead against his, both of them still smiling.

“That was... very effective,” she whispered.

Justin gave a low laugh, his voice warm against her cheek. “Told you I needed my compensation for you wearing my shirt.”

Y/N’s body softened even more against him, like she was slowly melting into the curves of his frame, becoming part of the space they occupied together. Her fingers traced absent shapes on his chest, the rise and fall of it beneath her hand steady and familiar. The weight of his arm wrapped around her waist made her feel anchored, like nothing outside of this moment could touch them.

Justin tilted his head, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “You know,” he said, voice low and slow, “every time I kiss you, I forget what I was saying.”

Y/N looked up at him with a sly smile. “So you're saying I’m a distraction?”

“Like... the best kind,” he murmured, brushing his nose against hers.

She giggled, eyes fluttering shut just as his lips found hers.

The kiss started unhurried. Just a gentle meeting of mouths, like a question and its answer. Familiar, sweet, and soft—nothing rushed or hungry. It was the kind of kiss born from comfort, from knowing exactly where you belonged and who you belonged with.

Justin’s hand slid up her back, warm beneath the hem of the shirt, fingers tracing the shape of her spine through the thin cotton. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging lightly, guiding him as the kiss deepened—still tender, but fuller now. Like they were both silently agreeing to stretch this moment as long as it could go.

Their lips moved in sync, pausing only to breathe each other in—foreheads touching, noses brushing, small sighs shared in the quiet space between kisses. There was no need to say anything. Every touch, every slow press of his lips against hers, said everything he didn’t have to speak aloud.

She shifted slightly, her thigh brushing against his as she adjusted herself to sit more fully in his lap. He welcomed it, hands steady at her hips now, grounding her. The blanket had slipped off them completely, pooling at their feet, but the room was warm enough—her body against his was warm enough.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him, her cheeks a little flushed, eyes still closed for a second longer than usual.

“That was… a lot for a lazy Sunday,” she whispered with a soft laugh.

Justin’s thumb brushed across her cheek, then traced down to her jaw, his eyes locked on hers. “We can be lazy and in love. It’s allowed.”

“Oh, we’re multitasking now?” she teased.

“Exactly,” he said, leaning in again to kiss her one more time—slower, more purposeful. “This is what bye weeks are for.”

She smiled into the kiss, letting herself sink into it once more, the rest of the world fading to background noise. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her palms was the only clock they followed, and the only plan for the day was right here, wrapped in warmth, kisses, and the quiet security of each other’s arms.

When they finally broke apart again—barely, just enough to breathe—Justin didn’t move far. His forehead rested against hers, their noses brushing, his thumb now tracing slow circles on the side of her neck.

They stayed like that, tangled and still, hearts beating in sync. Until he pulled back again—just enough to find her eyes.

He didn’t rush it. Didn’t try to charm it out. His hands rested on her waist now, steady, grounding. His gaze was steady, too—something behind it building like a tide.

“Y/N…” he began, his voice suddenly more careful, almost nervous. “Can I ask you something?”

She tilted her head, sensing the change instantly. Her body stilled. The quiet around them deepened.

“Of course,” she said, brushing her fingers gently along the side of his neck. “What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated for the briefest second, searching her face—maybe for reassurance, maybe for courage.

Then, gently, he asked.

“Can you sit on my face?”

He muttered the words, the tips of his ears suddenly tinging the lightest shade of pink, his gaze slipping down from her eyes to her lips. And Y/N felt her heart stop for a beat, her brain scrambling to catch up. She blinked, pulling back a little, her fingers resting gently against his chest.

“What?”

His smile was instant, as if her confusion had been exactly what he’d wanted. He leaned into her, brushing his thumb along the curve of her lip.

“I want you to sit on my face, pretty.” he said, a little more confidently this time, as if he’d just needed that extra push to let his words free.

She couldn’t help but grow shy all of a sudden. She had never done something like that before, never had a boyfriend who was so open about his desires.

“You… you want me to sit on your face?” she said, incredulously, gesturing to herself.

“I mean, if you want to,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips, “but you can also just sit on my dick. It’s up to you, really.”

Her face went completely red, but she couldn’t deny the way her heart was racing. No one had ever made her feel so… wanted. Not like this. She found herself nodding slowly, biting her lip as she considered it.

“Sit on my face,” he whispered, his eyes darkening a little, “and let me worship every inch of you.”

She hesitated, but his words echoed in her mind. Every inch. Could she do this? Could she let go of all her inhibitions and just… let him?

Justin must have sensed her hesitation because he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“Or we could just cuddle and watch Netflix, pretty. Whatever you want.”

She smiled at his earnestness, her heart melting a little. He always knew how to make her feel at ease.

“No... No we can try,” she said slowly, her cheeks flushing again. “And then see where it goes?”

He grinned, his dimple making an appearance as he scooped her up and headed for the bedroom.

“Whatever my girl wants,” he murmured against her lips. “Whatever she wants.”

Y/N could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as Justin laid her gently on the bed, his hands already wandering down her body. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, that she was about to let Justin eat her out while she was sitting on his face.

What had she gotten herself into? She couldn’t help but wonder.

But then Justin was kissing her again, slow and deep, and all her doubts seemed to melt away. He was so gentle, so caring, and she loved the way he made her feel—like she was the only woman in the world.

She felt herself relax, letting him take the lead. His hands were everywhere, teasing and caressing, making her gasp and moan. She was already wet, and she knew he could tell.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he murmured against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. “It’s driving me crazy.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a surge of pride. She loved knowing that she could affect him so much, that she could drive him wild with desire.

When he finally slipped her panties down her legs, she was already aching for him. Justin then switched their places with him laying on the bed and her straddling his lap. His hands rubbing up and down her thighs teasing her. "Whenever you're ready beautiful." he whispered. And he looked so handsome laying beneath her with his brown hair and eyes full of lust and love.

She was a little nervous, but mostly excited. She wanted to please him, to make him feel good. She wanted to be his good girl.

She reached down to remove her shirt, but Justin stopped her. “No, pretty. Keep it on,” he said, his voice husky. “Now come here.”

He tapped her ass, urging her forward. She began moving up, her heart pounding. Justin's mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy, so wet and ready for him.

She hovered above his face, her hands braced against the headboard. She was afraid to put her full weight on him, unsure of what to do. Justin, ever patient, traced his hands up her thighs. “Don’t just stand there, you tease,” he murmured. “Come here and let me taste.”

She bit her lip, hesitating. But Justin was insistent. He nipped at the inside of her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. “I won’t break, pretty girl. Let me have you.”

Finally, with a soft whimper, she gave in. Justin wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down onto his awaiting mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue was hot and wet against her sensitive flesh, and she couldn't help but cry out. Her hands gripped the headboard tighter, her knuckles turning white as she tried to steady herself.

Justin groaned, the sound vibrating against her clit. "Fuck, you taste so good," he muttered, his tongue swirling around her clit. "I could eat you out all day."

She couldn't respond, couldn't form words. All she could do was moan and gasp, her hips moving instinctively against his mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue working its magic. Justin moaned as she began to grind down against his tongue, "You have no idea how long I've thought about having you like this."  he murmured, his words sending a thrill through her body.

She swore she wasn't coming back from this. She was growing addicted with each passing moment, with each pass of his tongue on her clit. “Fuck, Justin,” she moaned, her voice shaky.

She could feel him smile against her, the scratch of his beard on her thighs sending shivers through her. She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her. This was what she wanted, what she needed. To be lost in him, to be consumed by his touch.

As she rode his face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power. He was completely at her mercy, his hands gripping her thighs as he devoured her. She ground down harder, feeling his tongue delve deeper.

"God, yes," she moaned, her head falling back. "Just like that."

Justin obliged, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit before slipping down and teasing her entrance. Justin was always a generous and kind lover but when he was between her legs, he was relentless. It was one of her favorite things about him.

She gasped, her hips jerking. "Justin!"

She felt him chuckle, the sound reverberating through her. "What is it, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice muffled against her.

"So–mmph–so fucking good." she moaned. Justin lifted a hand tracing up her body until his fingers found her tits, squeezing before pinching her nipple. She cried out, arching into his touch.

Justin was relentless, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. She was a moaning, writhing mess, completely at his mercy.

“Yes, Justin, yes!” she gasped, her hips grinding down against his mouth. “Just like that!”

He growled against her, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through her. His tongue flicked rapidly over her clit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.

He was insatiable, devouring her as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back for a moment to catch his breath. His voice was thick with desire. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Just can't get enough of you.”

She whimpered at the loss of his mouth, her hips instinctively seeking out his touch. “Please, Justin,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “I need you.”

With a low growl, he dove back in, his tongue plunging deep into her core. She screamed, her back arching off the bed as he licked and sucked at her folds. His beard scraped against her thighs, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She could feel her climax building, the pressure growing inside her. Justin must have sensed it too, because he redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive her to the edge.

He could feel her walls flutter around his tongue, "Getting close? Don't worry, I'll take care of you." he said.

Justin continued eating her out as if she was his last meal and he was on death row. His tongue and fingers worked together in perfect harmony, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.  He moaned against her, sending vibrations straight to her clit. She gasped, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her.

“Justin, please,” she begged, not sure what she was asking for. More? Less? She just knew she needed him, needed this.

His response was to suck on her clit, hard, his tongue swirling around it. She cried out, her hands clenching in his hair as she rode his face. She couldn't believe how good this felt, how amazing Justin was making her feel. Her thighs were starting to tremble, the pleasure building to a fever pitch inside her.

She was close, so close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her hips bucking wildly. Justin held on tight, his mouth never leaving her. He was groaning against her, the sound sending vibrations through her body.

“God, Justin,” she gasped, her voice shaky. “You’re going to make me come.”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “That’s the idea, pretty girl,” he murmured before diving back in, his mouth working her over with renewed enthusiasm.

She whimpered, her hips moving frantically against his mouth. 

She was going to come, she realized. She was actually going to come from sitting on his face.

The knowledge sent her spiraling over the edge. She cried out his name, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, and he groaned, licking her through her orgasm. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he continued to feast on her. It was too much, too intense, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted this to go on forever. Her screams echoed off the walls, her body shaking and trembling. She didn't think she'd ever come like this before, so hard, so intense. It was all because of Justin, because of the way he was devouring her. “Good girl,” Justin murmured, his voice thick with pride. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

He didn't stop, even as she came. His tongue kept moving, drawing out her pleasure until she was whimpering with overstimulation.

“J-Justin,” she panted, tugging at his hair. “I can’t… It’s too much.”

Her legs felt like jelly, and she collapsed onto the bed beside him, gasping for breath.

Justin moved up her body, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it only made her want him more.

“Fuck,” she panted against his lips. “That was… wow.”

Justin grinned, his dimples making an appearance. “Told you I’d take care of you, pretty.”

She laughed breathlessly, her hand coming up to cup his

She looked over at Justin, who was grinning at her like a proud little boy. “Fuck, that was hot,” he breathed, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”

She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks, but before she could say anything, Justin was sitting up, his arms wrapping around her waist. He pulled her down, kissing her deeply, the taste of her own arousal on his lips. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew exactly what he wanted.

“Did you like it?” she asked, her voice breathy.

Justin chuckled, his fingers tracing her spine. “Like it? Fuck, Y/N, I loved it. You have no idea how hot it was to have you sitting on my face like that.”

She smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. “Yeah? How much?” she smirked. Justin kissed her again, “Well let me show you how much.” reaching down to push down his sweatpants.

[v6quewrlds]

Justin sneaking Angel into camp hotel fluff 🙈

author's note⠀⁎⠀fluff, love writing these two being in love. writing this made me realize justin has o-linemen named trey & joe...

read more⠀⁎⠀justin herbert masterlist / series masterlist.

Justin prided himself on being meticulous. His home was always in order, his car was always spotless, and his packing skills were unrivaled. But every once in a while, something fell through. Nova would launch herself onto a countertop, sending his keys or wallet into the abyss of unseen corners. Or he would leave his car out in the driveway instead of tucking it into the garage, only to realize, too late, that it was due to rain. This time, it was his favorite earbuds that had been left behind on the kitchen counter.

The first few days of training camp had left him much too sore and exhausted to need his earbuds. But with the routine of camp settling into his muscles again, the white noise of his hotel room was becoming a bit unbearable. He had neglected to pack his backup pair too. It was restlessness on the team bus on the way to the practice fields that finally broke him.

In between reps, he considered his options. The first option was to head down to the hotel gift shop and pick up a cheap pair. The second was to wait until the weekend, when he had a day off to drive home and get them. The third was to ask someone with access to his house to quickly run them over to him. It just so happened that the only person who could help was his girlfriend.

Lucky him.

When he shot her a text, she had responded with a question.

Of course. How do I get them to you?

That was the best part.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to leave the premises without the coaches noticing, but the hotel lobby was free rein, right? So, he asked her to meet him there.

What he hadn’t anticipated was Trey and Joe both peeking over his shoulder when he sent the message. The two solid walls of offensive linemen couldn’t resist poking fun as they sat around a long table reserved for the team’s dinner.

“Uh oh, sneaking your girl into the hotel, Herb?” Trey smirked, a mouthful of steak barely hidden behind his fist raised for a level of politeness.

Justin attempted to keep a neutral face as he continued texting. “Nah, just forgot my earbuds.”

Joe leaned in, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “So, you want us to pretend we don’t see you arranging a secret rendezvous in the lobby?”

Justin rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smile played on his lips. “It’s pretty easy. Look at the way I pretended I didn’t see you steal that donut from the breakfast buffet this morning.”

The two linemen erupted in laughter, Joe Alt attempting to deflect blame and change the subject. “Alright, alright. You got me there, Herb. But if you get caught, you’re on your own.”

They had a good-natured rivalry, and Justin knew they weren’t judging him. They were just giving him a hard time, as teammates do; as friends do. He liked it that way. It kept things light.

After dinner, Justin found a spot in the lobby that was partially obscured by a large potted plant and a decorative column. The chandeliers cast a soft glow over the area, and the murmur of guests and hotel staff created a comforting background buzz. He checked the time on his phone. 9:45 PM. The curfew was in 15 minutes, which meant he had to be back in his room shortly.

He saw her before she spotted him. She had hastily changed out of her scrubs, a black zip-up layered over a pair of white athletic shorts, the strap of her bralette peeking out from the droopy shoulder of her jacket. She looked tired, understandable after a long day at the vet hospital. Her hair was pulled back away from her face with a thick headband that matched her shorts, her coils still stretched, her edges still slick. Seeing her still managed to make his heart flutter in his chest, a feeling that had only grown more dramatic day-by-day over the year and a month they had been together.

He watched her pause, those pretty lips pursed as she scanned the lobby, her eyes searching for him. She pulled out her phone, beginning to type out another text. He beat her to it, informing her of his location. She turned her head, and their eyes met. The sight of her brought a smile to his face, the wide yet soft smile that was only for her. She followed his directions, her steps quickening as she approached.

The moment she was in arm’s reach, he couldn’t resist. He grabbed her, pulling her into the embrace he hadn’t realized he’d missed so much. She squealed with surprise, her laughter muffled against his shoulder. They hadn’t seen each other in almost a week, and the pent-up longing washed over him like a wave. He held her tight, her body fitting perfectly into the curve of his arms.

“God, I missed you,” Justin murmured into her hair, inhaling the mixed scent of her leave-in conditioner and spritzes of her favorite perfume.

She felt Justin’s hand move to lift her chin, and she met his gaze with a warm smile of her own. He leaned in, kissing her for a sweet reprieve from the distance of the past week. It was a gentle meeting of lips that spoke of a yearning that no amount of words could convey. The lobby and its occupants melted away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of their own creation.

It had only been a week, but it felt like an eternity. Moments like this were always too stolen, too short, but so precious. She felt the warmth of his arms around her, his strong hands holding her close, and for a moment, she let herself believe that nothing could come between them. But she knew the clock was ticking, and so did he.

“I have your earbuds, but you’re gonna have to let me go, J,” she said with a giggle, pulling away slightly. She reached into her tote bag and handed him the small white case.

“Thank you, angel.” Justin took them with a relieved sigh. He leaned in to kiss her again, savoring the taste of her fruit-flavored chapstick.

She looked at her watch. “You have about five minutes before curfew.” She knew he was cutting it close. She didn’t want him to get in trouble, not over something so trivial, and especially not when it could potentially be blamed on her.

Justin checked his own watch and sighed. “I know. I just had to see you for a little.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to stand between his parted thighs as he returned to his seat on the lobby couch. “How was work?”

“Good. I got to perform a C-section on a golden retriever today. It went really well.” She leaned into him, her hands finding his shoulders, squeezing gently. “But nothing feels as good as this. Sleeping alone sucks.”

Justin smiled selfishly. “I know. I’m sorry.” He glanced behind her before pulling her closer, stealing one more kiss. “Feels different this season.”

“It does,” she hummed defeatedly, her chest rising and falling slowly as she focused on the feeling of her fingers playing with the ends of his hair. She didn’t want to let him go. “I swear it wasn’t this hard last year.”

“This time last year we hadn’t even… you know,” Justin said with a smile, his voice low. He didn’t need to say it; she understood what he meant. “Now it feels so much more…”

“Different,” she finished for him, melting into his chest as he stood up from his seat. He was cutting it close, just two minutes left until curfew. “Ugh, don’t go.”

Justin’s thumb brushed over her cheek. “I have to, babe. But I’ll be thinking of you all night, every night until I can see you again.” He kissed her forehead before taking a step back, releasing her from the embrace. “Promise me you’ll get some rest. I need my girl in top shape when I get back home.”

She nodded, a pout tugging at her lips. “I’ll try.”

They exchanged a lingering look, both reluctant to be the first to break the spell of their brief reunion. It was Justin who finally stepped back, his hand slipping from hers as the seconds ticked down to curfew. He leaned in for one final kiss, longer and more urgent than the others, as if trying to capture the essence of their time apart and compress it into a single moment.

“Get home safe, I love you,” Justin whispered against her lips as she felt him pull away, the warmth of his breath leaving hers with a gentle sigh.

She nodded. “I love you, too.” She watched him go, his figure retreating into the hallway leading to the elevators, until the doors swallowed him up.

[hornyforherbert]

Hi 👋 So excited to have found a talented writer with requests open! Can we get prompt #2 with Justin Herbert? Thank you 😘

A Rainy Night (Justin Herbert) ✧

Prompt 2. “My mom asked about you again.”

CW: Angst

WC: 494

The rain poured down relentlessly, mirroring the melancholy that consumed her heart. Her relationship with Justin had hit a breaking point, and now they found themselves on a much needed break.

Every droplet that soaked the streets mirrored the tears that stained their face. It felt like the sky itself wept for their shattered love. She sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, drowning in a sea of emotions. Her mind was plagued with doubts, uncertainties, and the weight of their broken connection.

The silence was suffocating, filling the space between them as they navigated this new territory. A message notification broke the silence, sending her heart racing. It was Justin. "My mom asked about you again..." Those five words pierced through the darkness, stirring a mixture of pain and longing within her heart.

Justin's words offered a glimpse into a world where their love still lingered, even amidst the turmoil. she couldn't help but wonder what it meant. Did it indicate a possibility of redemption or was it simply a reminder of their shared history?

Images of Justin's mother, Holly flooded her mind. she recalled the countless times Holly had embraced her, showing genuine affection and support. It was during those moments that they felt a part of something bigger, belonging to a family that accepted and cherished them. As the storm outside raged on, her thoughts swirled with questions.

Did Holly miss her? Did she understand the complexities that had fractured their relationship? The emotions that consumed her seemed unbearable. They were torn between desperately wanting to reach out and fearing further heartbreak.

Time stood still as she gathered the courage to respond. The words formed hesitantly, each keystroke carrying the weight of their emotions.

"What did she say?"

The anticipation was oppressive, each second feeling like an eternity. stared at the screen, trembling, hoping for a response that would bring clarity and resolution. Their connection, once so strong, now hung in the balance, teetering between renewal and finality.

Minutes turned into hours, and still, no reply came. The uncertainty gnawed at her soul, leaving her vulnerable to their own thoughts. The rain outside continued its relentless downpour, echoing the turmoil that mirrored their heart. Finally, a message appeared, illuminating her phone and the darkness that consumed her cozy apartment.

"She said she misses you. That she hopes we find a way back to each other. Maybe we can talk soon?"

Relief washed over her, she now had a glimmer of hope. her heart swelled, realizing that amidst the pain and chaos, there was still a flicker of love left to salvage. The future was uncertain, but that connection with Holly stirred something deep within her, a reminder of the bond she once shared with Justin.

As the rain continued to pour outside, she clung to the possibility of reconnecting. In the depths of their anguished soul, they knew that despite the brokenness, love had a way of finding its way back home.

I hope you enjoyed reading, thank you to the anon who requested it! Have a great rest of your day :)

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A/N: I was a little nervous about posting this because i didn’t like it that much, but if you guys like it, that’s what matters. Also to the anon who requested this im sorry it took a week to get it out, hope everybody enjoyed it! (to the anon who requested this, thank you for the kind words in your ask!)

[mamaestapa]

OKAY IMPORTANT QUESTION

college is colleging rn...midterm studying is kicking my booty. and as for writing, the rate im going right now...ill get like two blurbs out tonight and we ALL know that's not enough lol

SO I will let you all decide what I do ;)

I can either do:

-half of the blurbs tonight, other half tomorrow

OR

-all blurbs tomorrow night

lmk which option you want more🤍

[yelenasbraid]

JUSTIN HERBERT MASTERLIST

rule of thumb: * = smut

ONE-SHOTS

— country club

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SERIES

— coming soon!

BLURBS

— coming soon!

[spidervman]

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[honeydippedfiction]

I'm baaack! You did amazing with our diva Joe, so can i request 26 from the established list with J Herbo? -🐯anon

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#26. Eagerly watching you hold a little fashion show after coming home from shopping.

Justin Herbert x black!femreader

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Justin was sprawled across the sectional couch, a half-read playbook resting on his chest, though his eyes hadn’t scanned a word in over twenty minutes. He’d been checking the time every five, drumming his fingers along the armrest, listening for that one particular sound—the jingle of keys and the soft creak of the front door swinging open.

When it finally came, a slow smile spread across his face before he even opened his eyes.

There it was. The door latch clicked, bags rustled, and her voice—warm, light, the sound of his entire day shifting into color—carried down the hallway.

“Babe?”

His girl was home.

He was already on his feet.

“In here,” he called, trying—and failing—to sound casual as he padded barefoot across the hardwood floor.

She walked in, radiant in that effortless way that made his chest ache. Her curls bounced with every step, freshly coiled and glossy, the scent of shea butter and something faintly floral dancing around her. Her nails flashed a new polish—soft rose gold that caught the light when she waved. Shopping bags dangled from her wrists, but it was the glow in her smile that really knocked the air out of him.

And she looked damn good. Always did.

She didn’t even get a full sentence out before Justin had her pulled into a hug, burying his face into her neck like a man who’d just come back from war. She laughed again, this time just for him, soft and full of affection, tugging at his curls with one hand while trying to balance the bags in the other.

“Girls’ day was successful, clearly,” he said, grinning, leaning in to kiss her before she could set the bags down.

She laughed, looping her arms around his neck. “It was,” she said. “We did brunch, got our nails done, and then—look at all this stuff. We hit up three different boutiques, Justin. Three. My bank account is crying.”

He chuckled and tightened his arms around her. “And yet I guarantee every single piece in those bags is worth it.”

“Oh, you don’t even know,” she teased, stepping back with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I got a few things I know you’re gonna like.”

“Yeah?” he said, brow raised.

“Yeah,” she said. “Come on. I’m doing a whole show.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bedroom, the kind of playful tug that always made his heart beat faster. Their fingers laced easily, like they were meant to stay that way. He followed her like a puppy, completely under her spell, a man with no resistance and no interest in pretending otherwise.

The bedroom was already glowing with late afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains, casting golden lines across the bed where she dropped the bags with a dramatic sigh.

“Front row, Herbert,” she said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

He sat, long legs stretched out, palms resting on his thighs. “Ready when you are.”

She disappeared into the closet, the door swinging half-shut, and he waited with a quiet sort of anticipation. The kind that buzzed in his chest, a low hum of want and affection and maybe something deeper—something that made his throat tighten.

The first outfit was a silky two-piece set, flowing and soft, the color warm against her skin. She stepped out barefoot, hands on her hips, posing like she was on a runway.

Justin’s mouth parted, slow and silent. “Damn,” he said, voice low.

She grinned. “That good, huh?”

“Baby,” he said, leaning forward like he couldn’t help himself. “You look… I mean, I already knew you were fine, but that? That’s lethal.”

She struck another pose, making him laugh, then turned and disappeared again.

Outfit after outfit, she emerged—each one more showstopping than the last. A denim jumpsuit that hugged all the right places. A flirty floral mini that made him actually mutter a prayer. A bold, form-fitting dress in deep red that had him gripping the bedspread like his life depended on it.

And each time, the same routine: she’d come out smiling, confident, radiant, and he’d sit there, heart thundering, utterly captivated.

“You’re taking this a little too seriously,” she teased after the fifth look, watching him adjust how he was sitting, his hands clenched between his knees.

“I’m trying not to fall off the bed,” he shot back. “You look like you walked out of a magazine. I’m not built for this kind of pressure.”

She laughed again—loud, genuine—and shook her head, turning back into the closet for one last outfit.

The final piece was the simplest of them all—a soft, oversized hoodie that hit mid-thigh, paired with fresh white socks. She walked out with no theatrics this time, just her and that natural beauty that always undid him the most.

There was nothing casual about how he looked at her. It was reverent. Like he couldn’t believe she picked him. Like he was still trying to wrap his brain around how he got so lucky. She could walk in with a garbage bag on and he'd still be staring like it was Paris Fashion Week.

“You like this one?” she asked, pulling the sleeves over her hands.

Justin stood before he even realized he was moving. Crossed the room in three steps. He didn’t say anything at first—just cupped her face in his hands and kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to Earth.

When they pulled apart, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“You really liked it all that much?” she whispered.

“Liked it?” he murmured. “Baby, I’d sit through ten hours of you trying on socks if it meant you smiled at me like that.”

She smiled again—soft this time, the kind of smile that said she saw right through him.

And maybe that’s what scared him and thrilled him the most.

He was a quarterback. He’d trained for pressure, for chaos, for the weight of games on his shoulders. But this? Being loved by her, watching her exist with so much light and confidence and laughter? It undid him. It rewrote every rule.

He was down bad. Completely. Unapologetically. And if this was what it felt like to fall—hard and without a net—he hoped he never hit the ground.

[lukehughes]

there's literally no one here but us this is a private conversation

I really want to try write short form but what am I supposed to do just NOT build a whole backstory for everyone????? what do you even mean

[v6quewrlds]

imagine saying goodbye to justin (the full of sunshine series).

author's note⠀⁎⠀inspired by this. thank you to whoever put this back in my notifs.

When Justin was first drafted, he silently accepted that relationships would have to be placed on the back burner. If he wanted to be great, he had to focus on football, and that meant no distractions. She wasn't the plan. Falling in love with her wasn't the route he thought he'd go down. But being great meant being stable and secure in situations where most would be disconcerted by the separations, the long flights, the attention, and the pressure. It wasn't the plan to find peace in her quietness, her syrupy sweet voice. Yet here he was, in a hotel room on the eve of his first away game, feeling the full weight of being thousands of miles away from her.

It was still relatively early on the West Coast, but the East Coast time zone was playing tricks on Justin. He checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, wondering when he'd hear from her. He missed the way she'd curl into him on the couch, her head tucked under his chin, watching their favorite shows or scrolling through their phones, just content to feel skin on skin, presence near presence. He missed the way her voice became softer, almost impossibly so, when she cradled Nova in her arms, trying to settle the Bengal cat's nerves when she knew she was bored and prone to attracting disaster.

The room was sterile, too quiet, utterly not belonging to him. Justin felt out of place, his muscles tense and his mind racing with thoughts of the game ahead. He knew he needed to relax, to focus, but it was as if his very nerves recognized that she wasn't there to ease his worries with just her eyes on him.

He fell back against the plain white sheets with a sigh, his pink bottom lip tugged between his teeth. He hadn't felt this way in years, not since he was on the road for the first time in college. But this was different. This was the kind of ache that came with missing someone so badly it physically hurt. He rolled over and picked up his phone, staring at the screen, willing it to light up with a message from her.

The silence was broken by a soft ding, a message from his cat sitter, Sophie. She sent a picture of Nova, sprawled out on the windowsill, basking in the sun. The caption read:

She's fed and chilled out. Heading out now.

It was a small comfort, but it was something. Justin sent back a thumbs up and a message, thanking Sophie for her time, and checked the clock again. Only fifteen minutes until she would be leaving work.

He exited his messages, swiping without a real aim through his phone, hoping to find a distraction that would run the clock down faster. The blue 'Ring' app icon caught his eye, and he decided to check in on Nova. The video feed from the camera in his living room showed the cat still on the windowsill, now with her head resting on her paws, just as chill as Sophie had reported.

The timeline option at the bottom of the screen sat untouched, almost calling out to him. With a tap of his finger, he scrolled back to the video captured from that morning, playing it back.

The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over their bodies as they stepped out onto the porch. She closed the door behind her, finding his eyes and moving forward to wrap her arms around his torso, to press her cheek to his chest. He could remember her warmth, the smell of her hair, something floral he could never quite remember by name from the shampoo she used. He watched the video with a bittersweet smile, feeling the embrace as if she were there, holding on to him now.

"Tell me your schedule again," he'd said, and she had, her voice a gentle whisper in his ear, her breath warm on his neck.

"Twelve hours. Seven to seven," she'd murmured, her voice still a little thick from having just awaken a few minutes prior. "I'll text you when I can, promise."

She looked so beautiful, even in the early morning light, her curls falling over her shoulders as she leaned into him. He watched as she kissed the edge of his jaw, rising up on her toes to reach. He watched as his hands found her face, his thumbs tracing the arches of her cheekbones before he leaned down to kiss her properly. The way she melted into him was something that never failed to make his heart stutter.

"Do you have to leave? Like, for real, for real?" she whispered once she pulled back, her voice full of hopefulness that made him laugh in the moment despite the heaviness in his chest.

"For real, for real," he said, kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. "I hate this too, baby, but it's part of the job."

"Are you sure you can't call out sick?" she teased. "Give poor Easton some time to shine?"

He laughed then, full and deep and bright. She had been proud of her little joke, and he had been proud of her for making it; had leaned down to show her how proud of her he was with a kiss that dulled his senses. His hands had been full of her, holding her flush against him, her arms tight around his neck. When he pulled away, she'd pouted, but it didn't last long. She was too sweet to hold onto sadness for long, choosing instead to kiss him again.

"I'll be back Sunday night," he promised, rocking her slightly in his arms. "And I'll make it up to you."

Her eyes searched his, the playfulness fading to something more serious. "Sunday night or Monday at 1AM?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her tone but her eyes remained solemn.

"Monday at 1AM, if that's what it takes," he assured her, his voice equally playful but earnest. "But hopefully earlier." He paused, brushing a whisper of a kiss across her forehead. "I'm sorry, angel. I know this isn't what you signed up for."

She pulled away slightly, her gaze locking onto his. "I signed up for you, babe," she said firmly. "Whatever you need, I've got it. And if that means waiting up for you, I'll do it with bells. You said 'week by week' is how we handle this, right?"

"Right," Justin nodded, swiping a thumb across her cheek to commit the feel of her skin to memory. "Week by week."

"Fly safe," she mumbled against his neck. "Play smart," she reminded him, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "And make it back to me so we can do this all over again next week."

Justin watched the video play out, feeling the weight of her words. He had promised her week by week, but the truth was, he was in this for the long haul. He was in it for her, for their quiet mornings, their laughter-filled evenings, and their midnight confessions. He was in it for the way her eyes lit up when he got her to talk about her work, the way her hand felt in his, the way she made him feel hazy with love even when they were apart.

He had nodded, leaning down to kiss her one last time, his arms wrapped tight around her, her hands fisted into the fabric of his shirt. "I will," he whispered, his voice a promise that seemed to echo through the speakers of his phone. "I love you."

The words fell so casually from his lips, a new phrase that was becoming more familiar with each passing week. Yet, saying them never got old. They held the same gravity as the first time he'd whispered them into a hug, just as tight as the one being recorded. He watched himself turn and leave, the video cutting off just as he stepped off the porch.

[hornyforherbert]

Nerf War (Darnell Mooney) ✧

CW: None

WC: 376

Song:

Darnell Mooney and his girlfriend y/n were enjoying a quiet evening at his house in the suburbs when they got a surprise visit from Justin Fields, Khalil Herbert, and DJ Moore. The group of NFL players had brought a stack of Nerf guns and a ton of Nerf darts and challenged Darnell and y/n to a friendly Nerf war. Of course, Darnell and y/n couldn't resist a challenge, so they accepted and split into two teams. Darnell and y/n faced off against Justin, Khalil, and DJ in a fierce but friendly battle.

The living room quickly turned into a makeshift battlefield, with furniture rearranged and pillows strewn about as makeshift shields. The five players darted behind couches and hid behind bookshelves, firing darts at each other and laughing as they tried to dodge, duck and dodge some more. Justin and Khalil proved to be formidable opponents, but Darnell and y/n were skilled at dodging and weaving through the barrage of Nerf darts. They quickly discovered new tactics like setting up ambushes and flanking maneuvers to surprise their opponents

As the battle raged on, the living room began to look like a scene from an action movie. All the furniture was covered in bright blue and orange darts, and the once quiet home was filled with the sounds of laughter and chaos. In the end, it was Darnell and y/n who emerged victorious, mostly due to their teamwork and excellent dodging skills. Justin, Khalil, and DJ were gracious in defeat and congratulated their opponents on a well-fought battle.

After the game, the group settled down and shared a few cold drinks, with everyone all smiles and full of laughter, until Justin decided to pull out his nerf gun and shoot it at straight at Darnell’s chest. The nerf war had brought them all a little closer together, and they would love to do it again, but Darnell and Justin couldn’t wait to rematch and were running in circles around the living room trying to dodge the bullet and hit the other. From that day on, whenever the group got together, they made sure to bring the Nerf guns and darts, always ready for a rematch, and always ready for a little bit of fun.

I hope you enjoyed reading my FIRST imagine/blurb! The next one will be longer than this, I promise! I hope you have a great rest of your day :)

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taylor's 2023 writing wrap up!

i want to do one of these last year but started it really late and got overwhelmed so i just didn't. so, instead, i'm starting this in february so it's not as much work.

i'm going month by month and putting down what i wrote and calculating how many words i wrote and adding it up at the end!

january! (6869 total words)

fics!

✷ second times the charm (juraj slafkovsky) - juraj and y/n were... something some years ago. but that was done and over with. so when y/n comes back as a medical team member, juraj knows there's only so much time to avoid all his problems. (6869 words)

february! (7404 total words)

fics!

✷ andrei "all star" svechnikov (andrei svechnikov) - the svechnikovs go to their first all-star game together. (2717 words)

✷ elias andersen goes to the winter classics (freddie andersen) - elias andersen experiences his first winter classic game. (1621 words)

blurbs!

✷ leo pettersson's great all-star adventure (elias pettersson) - leo pettersson has the time of his life at his first all-star game. (1327 words)

✷ cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater (roope hintz) - roope comforts y/n when she finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her. (489 words)

✷ the domestic life (justin herbert) - before early morning practice, justin's sure to say goodbye to y/n. (587 words)

✷ shot glasses (nathan mackinnon) - nate comes home from a roadie with a little gift for y/n. (349 words)

✷ the hoodie debacle (william nylander) - will loses a hoodie, but quickly finds it... on y/n. (314 words)

march! (7633 total words)

blurbs!

✷ special day (teuvo terevainen) - y/n and teuvo celebrate their first anniversary as a married couple. (450 words) *

✷ unexpected plans (frank castle) - y/n ends up in jail, frank bails her out, and after the whole ordeal, a romantic confession ensues. (814 words) *

✷ change of name (anthony beauvillier) - y/n steals (borrows) a hoodie of anthony's with his last name on it. (277 words) *

✷ the perfect teacher (jack quinn) - jack helps y/n get over her fear of skating. (412 words) *

✷ the darn couch (bowen byram) - bowen and y/n are in the process of moving in together, so when their couch arrives, they have to find a way to get it up the stairs. (428 words) *

✷ behind the tattoo (ryan graves) - ryan, ever the curious guy, asks y/n about all her different tattoos, then brings up getting a matching one. (198 words) *

✷ post-roadie ice cream (nathan mackinnon) - after every road trip, the mackinnon's get a treat to celebrate nate being back, and more often than not, it's ice cream. (540 words) *

✷ chicken tendies (tyson jost) - after a night of partying, tyson, the ever-caring boyfriend, takes care of y/n, per her request, gets chicken tendies. (452 words) *

✷ yours and mine (wade allison) - wade spots something of his on y/n, something that belongs to him. (680 words) *

✷ 900 club (erik johnson) - y/n throws erik a little party in honor of him playing 900 games. and a love confession ensues. (1082 words) *

✷ to pass or to fail (jimmy garapolo) - y/n's getting ready to take her driver's test, but she's anxious and nervous she's gonna fail, but jimmy is there to ease her nerves. (408 words) *

✷ horrible very very bad idea (mikey "fanboy" garcia) - mikey goes along with y/n and is worried he's breaking a law. (313 words)

✷ byram vs. boldy (matt boldy) - matt boldy, after promises not to fight his girlfriend's brother, gets into a fight with her brother's teammate instead. (551 words) *

✷ stupid oscar harrison (freddie andersen) - y/n hates being sick. freddie knows this. (427 words)

✷ not goodbye (bradley "rooster" bradshaw) - bradley gets called back in and both y/n and bradley are sad to say "see you later". (601 words)

april! (10,438 total words)

fics!

✷ mary's song (oh my my my) (quinn hughes) - a fic based on "mary's song (oh my my my) from taylor swift's debut / taylor swift album. (2494 words)

blurbs!

✷ 3am chicken nugget runs (joe burrow) - y/n gets hungry at 3am. luckily, joe is there scratch the craving. (350 words)

✷ bad flirt (morgan frost) - morgan watches another guy (badly) flirt with his girl. (300 words)

✷ light ice (nathan mackinnon) - y/n is injured and can't really move but is craving starbucks, therefore, nathan is sent out to get starbucks. (270 words)

✷ cupid's protegees (wade allison) - morgan and joel are proud of themselves for setting up their two best friends, wade and y/n. (295 words)

✷ mario kart battles (wade allison) - no matter how bad he is at it, wade keeps challenging y/n to battles. (509 words)

✷ dad's home (freddie andersen) - fred surprises his family after a roadie. (781 words)

✷ spoil (jess mariano) - jess spoils y/n ever morning with a pastry and hot chocolate, for which she is very grateful. (424 words)

✷ hospital jello (patrick moynihan) - after injuring himself and being confined to a hospital bed, y/n is there to support him with chicken wraps and red jello. (345 words)

✷ post clinch celly (jeremy swayman) - after clinching, the bruins go out to celebrate and jeremy gets a little drunk. (382 words)

✷ winston and sean = besties (sean kuraly) - sean and y/n's dog winston are best friends. (283 words)

✷ ryan "little spoon" lindgren (ryan lindgren) - after a roadie, all ryan wants to do is cuddle, but he wants to be the little spoon. (327 words)

✷ one week (pyotr kochetkov) - pyotr gets called back up to the canes, so he and y/n have to say their goodbyes to each other before saying goodbye for a long week. (591 words)

✷ jamie and miles (miles wood) - with y/n off on a girl's trip, that left miles alone with little jamie wood. (839 words)

✷ work sendoff (sidney crosby) - mornings are hard so sidney gives y/n the little push she needs. (362 words)

✷ love on the ranch (andrei svechnikov) - after the canes visit the y/l/n ranch, andrei can't get y/n out of his head. (454 words)

✷ disney adult (mat barzal) - mat goes to disneyland for the first time and becomes a disney adult. (345 words)

✷ not a normal routine (mat barzal) - mat has a day off and wants to stay home. y/n doesn't and has to go to work. even though he wants her to stay home, he helps her get ready. (500 words)

✷ naptime (andrei svechnikov) - theo falls asleep on the car ride home, so instead of waking him up, andrei and y/n make a little detour. (343 words)

✷ theatre kid (mat barzal) - mat barzal is secretly a theatre kid at heart. (244 words)

may! (8256 total words)

fics,

✷ i'm in love with you (ross macdonald) - y/n and y/l/n and ross macdonald being in love for 10 minutes straight, or some cute moments in y/n and ross' relationship. (3289 words)

blurbs,

✷ grand romantic apology gesture (mat barzal) - after getting into an (stupid) argument and they leave things on bad terms, y/n flys out to support mat for game 2 and to apologize. (828 words)

✷ #1 supporter (mat barzal) - at the first game of the series, y/n is there to support mat. (543 words)

✷ big slide (andrei svechnikov) - the only two options in a kids mind when it comes to vacation are theme parks or waterparks. (470 words)

✷ not the way we wanted (mat barzal) - after the loss, y/n does her best to comfort mat. (387 words)

✷ my lover (carlos sainz) - carlos and y/n go to a taylor swift concert where carlos has some tricks up his sleeve. (643 words)

✷ nurse tanev (brandon tanev) - after y/n sprains her ankle, brandon switches into nurse mode and takes care of her. (388 words)

✷ shopping buddy (pyotr kochetkov) - pyotr walks into a grocery store more confused than he's ever been and walks out for a girl's number a cart full of snacks. (396 words)

✷ work parties (clayton keller) - clayton hates work parties. every single one of them. but after a little spat with y/n, he realizes he has to be there to support her. (397 words)

✷ skating lessons (quinn hughes) - charlotte hughes is nervous to skate for the first time, but luckily, her dad is there to catch her when she falls. (300 words)

✷ y/n, mr. hockey man, and 3rd wheel vic (teuvo teravainen) - vic is y/n's best friend, and is always the 3rd wheel. (448 words)

✷ stick to the face (ryan mcleod) - ryan makes a promise to y/n to stop taking sticks to the face or else he'll have no teeth left. he tries his best to keep that promise, but sometimes, it's unavoidable. (267 words)

june! (5175 words)

fics,

✷ where you lead i will follow (mat barzal) - mat barzal is new to town, sort of. a town he didn't want to be in. after not so good press towards the end of the season in new york, during the off-season, the team decides to send him to ivory lake, a small town where his uncle lives, just until everything dies down. the first night he's there, his uncle forces him to go dinner at his not-girlfriend's house. there, he meet's her daughter, and he realizes he has more in common with her than he thinks. (5175 words)

nothing july-sep because i was on a break :)

october ! (10250 words)

fics,

✷ sorry (george daniel) - george and y/n got into an argument before the show, so as a way of apologizing to him, y/n surprises him at the show. (1317 words)

✷ the perfect father (elias pettersson) - y/n and elias manage to keep a hug secret from the world during quarantine. (3873 words)

✷ thank the donkey (ross macdonald) - poppy macdonald is upset her dad is working on halloween, her favorite holiday. her dad is even more upset he has to work. so, he does the best he can and make the night special for her. (1240 words)

blurbs,

✷ let loose (quinn hughes) - in y/n's eyes, quinn would be winning every award for dads out there. after hearing about a party, at first, quinn has no plans on going, but after some persuasion from y/n (and josh) he finally agrees to let loose. (499 words)

✷ winnie martin's favorite person (mat barzal) - y/n is winnie martin's favorite person. (1253 words)

✷ new patches (quinn hughes) - quinn hughes, the newest captain for the vancouver canucks, has a new jersey for the new season and a new letter on it. his biggest fan is the one to surprise him with it. (870 words)

✷ gag gift (lucas raymond) - lucas raymond and mortiz seider are best friends. and a person doesn't get rid of a gift their best friend got them. even if it's a gag gift. (559 words)

✷ i heart ny (alexis lafreniere) - alexis is just his girlfriend's ken doll to dress up every halloween. (639 words)

november ! (4601 words)

blurbs,

✷ superstitious (jj peterka) - hockey players are known. tobe very superstitious. jj is no different. (559 words)

✷ aunt and uncle duties (mattias samuelsson) - as the only people in your family and friend group, y/n and mattias are often tasked as babysitters. (765 words)

✷ y/n y/l/n's hockey boyfriend (sidney crosby) - y/n y/l/n, famous singer, plays in the city she calls home, and finally confirms a years-long rumor people had been speculating on. (573 words)

✷ one last time (roy kent) - after a years longer career, roy knows that the end is coming. he can feel it. luckily, when the end finally does come, y/n is there for him. (698 words)

✷ night time activies (frank castle) - frank never likes to involve y/n in his "night time activities" but this time, it was a necessity, and he regretted it when the bullets started flying. (511 words)

✷ birthday surprise (samuel ersson) - y/n surprises sam on his birthday after he gets home from a raodie. (733 words)

✷ granola bars (jeremy swayman) - during post game media, jeremy can't help but boast about his good luck charms. (762 words)

december !

fics,

✷ secret santa (ross macdonald) - when ross pulls y/n's name for secret santa, he wracks his brain on what to get her, until he remembers the one thing she talks about. (504 words)

✷ we went to winter wonderland (ross macdonald) - a bucket list thing for y/n is she wants to see new york city during christmas. so, before they all fly home for the holidays and their two month break, ross makes a special pitstop. (730 words)

✷ home sweet home (erik johnson) - for the first time is 13 years, erik johnson is playing against the colorado avalanche. (1516 words)

✷ what's in a name (jeremy swayman) - y/n surprises jeremy at practice with baby eli, where they then surprise linus (and the team) with eli's full name. (1159 words)

blurbs,

✷ hockey girl (owen power) - with the sabres not making it to the playoffs, y/n and owen go to a hockey game together back home where they get recognized. (825 words)

FINAL WORD COUNT: 65,360 words

thank you for all the love and support this past year. it has mean so much. i love you all and expect some banger stuff coming in 2024! :)

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Can I get 10 from the smutty prompts ("aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault.") with Justin Herbert? Idk just something about him with this makes me ferallll

I hate how this came out lowkey, I’m definitely redoing this later on and changing it but until then I hope you enjoy this😭

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#10. "aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault."

Justin Herbert x black!femreader

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Touring had always come with its own rhythm: soundchecks, flashing lights, screaming fans, adrenaline rushes that came and went like waves. But nothing prepared you for the quiet moments in between—those hours after the encore, when the hotel room felt too still and too far from everything you actually cared about. Especially from him.

You and Justin had been together in secret for two years now. It wasn’t always easy, but in the past month, things between you had reached a new high—something deeper, more intense, more tangible than before. Before tour pulled you away, Justin had been staying with you in your New York apartment, the one you called home no matter where your passport had last been stamped. The off-season had given you a rare stretch of uninterrupted time together. Lazy mornings, impromptu trips upstate, cozy evenings spent tangled in each other on the couch, watching movies you'd never finish. It had felt...real. Like life.

Whenever he had a home game, you flew in. Sometimes he met you halfway in the middle of your schedule. Those were whirlwind visits, full of fast kisses and whispered promises, but they had kept the bond alive. Strong. Unshakeable, you thought.

But the day before he was due back in L.A. to start his off-season workouts, the atmosphere had shifted. That afternoon light felt softer, heavier. The laughter came a little slower. The truth of the goodbye you both had been pretending wasn’t coming now pressed in on both of you like fog.

You were lying in bed, your head resting on his chest, his arm snug around your waist. His fingers traced idle circles against your back. You hadn’t spoken in a while—neither of you wanted to be the one to break the moment.

“Babe, it’s okay,” he finally murmured, kissing the top of your head. “We’ll see each other soon.”

You looked up, your eyes glassy but still fighting the tears. “It’s just... been a while since we’ve had to be apart like this. And now, after everything, it just sucks.” You let out a breathy, almost-laugh. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Justin gave you that soft smile—the one only you ever really got to see. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and tucked it gently behind your ear. “I know, baby. I’ll miss you too. But it’s not forever. We’ll FaceTime. Text. I’ll send you dumb memes in the middle of the night.”

You let your head fall against him again. “I just... I don’t want to lose this. What we have. It’s finally feeling like—like something I could actually build a life around.”

His hand moved to cradle your jaw, turning your face toward his. His voice was firm, quiet, and steady. “Nothing’s going to stop us. Okay? Not distance. Not the schedules. Not the press. I’m yours. Always.”

You smiled through the mist in your eyes and nodded. “Always,” you whispered.

And that night, you fell asleep with your cheek against his heart, lulled by the steady beat that always seemed to calm you, even when everything else felt uncertain.

The next morning came far too fast. You tried convincing him to sleep in, to let one of your team members take you to the airport. But he insisted. So he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other holding yours tightly over the center console. The goodbye was short, like you both knew lingering would only make it harder.

“Text me when you land,” he said, pulling you into one last hug.

“I will. You get some rest. And don’t forget to ice that shoulder.”

He grinned and kissed you again, lingering just a moment longer than usual. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you whispered, and then you turned, slipping through the airport doors without looking back.

What you didn’t know then was that it would be the last time you'd see him in person for weeks. Schedules didn’t sync, plans kept falling through, and before you knew it, a month had passed.

Now, you were back in a hotel room—this time in Chicago. Another sold-out show. Another roaring crowd. And yet, as you lay in bed in your barely-lit suite, wrapped in one of the plush white robes they always gave you, it all felt strangely hollow.

The FaceTime call had helped. For thirty full minutes, you and Justin had been you and Justin again. Laughing about stupid things, ranting about how your mic had cut out mid-song, how he’d missed his workout alarm that morning. Normal things. Things that reminded you of home. And things that turned very not-normal by the end of the call.

He’d pulled off his shirt while talking, showing off the results of weeks of relentless training—broad shoulders, tight abs, the muscles that made your heart flutter every time. You, never one to be outdone, stood up and let the camera pan your body, your favorite lace set still clinging to your curves from the after-show wardrobe change.

“You’re killing me,” he had groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he leaned back on his bed, biting his lip.

“Good,” you whispered, then winked and hung up before either of you could take it further. It was dangerous territory, and neither of you needed to be caught in the middle of it.

Now, lying there with your heart still racing and the air still thick with desire, you debated what to do with the next hour and a half before soundcheck. You weren’t tired, and the energy from the stage still hummed beneath your skin.

Your gaze drifted to the full-length mirror by the closet. You were still in that lingerie—black lace with delicate details, the one that always made you feel like you. You walked over slowly, biting your lip as you examined yourself in the glass. The way it hugged your body. The way you knew he’d look at you if he were here.

You reached for your phone, heart pounding with equal parts nerves and anticipation. You angled it just right, letting the mirror do the work. The soft, ambient light from the lamp on the dresser gave your skin a warm, inviting glow.

Snap.

You checked the photo once, twice. Then opened your chat with him.

You: Thinking about you.

You attached the photo and hit send before you could talk yourself out of it.

Almost instantly, a wave of second-guessing hit. Had that been too much? Too bold? But a voice inside you reminded you why you’d done it. Justin was a star athlete, young, ambitious, and beautiful. He could have anyone. But he had you. And sometimes, you needed to remind him that you weren’t just the voice in his phone—you were flesh, blood, longing, and love.

You set the phone down and waited. Minutes passed. Then more. You glanced at the clock. He was probably just getting out of practice. Maybe still in the shower. He had meetings today, and the time difference always made everything harder.

Somewhere across the country, Justin had just finished his cool-down stretches and stepped into the locker room, towel slung around his neck, sweat still clinging to his skin. His phone buzzed. You. He grinned automatically.

He made it through the shower, changed, and headed for the car. It wasn’t until he was seated, engine humming quietly beneath him, that he finally opened your message.

His thumb hovered over the screen. He tapped.

And there it was.

Your photo. The lace. The look in your eyes. The message: Thinking about you.

His heart stuttered, and a sound escaped his lips—half laugh, half groan. He almost dropped the phone.

“Damn, baby...” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat, his thumb already poised to type.

Justin picked his phone back up and stared at the photo again, unable to help himself. It was like his eyes couldn’t tear away. The lighting, the confidence in her gaze, the way the lace hugged her body—it was enough to make the air in his car feel suddenly hotter, thicker.

His breath caught for a moment. His gray Nike sweats were starting to fit a little too snugly now, and he shifted in his seat, exhaling sharply. Damn. She was beautiful—his girl. And she knew it too. Not in a vain way, but in that way that made his heart ache with pride and desire all at once. She was powerful, graceful, and so stunning it almost didn’t feel fair. And she was his. That fact alone still blew him away sometimes.

The screen blinked. A notification from her popped up.

Y/N is typing…

Then nothing.

He waited a beat.

Still nothing.

Then the message finally came through.

Y/N: Are you still there, baby?

He smiled at the screen, that soft, private kind of smile he only ever gave her. He could picture the way she was probably biting her lip right now, second-guessing the whole thing. It wasn’t like her to be nervous—not about this—but he understood. Vulnerability had a weight to it, even between two people as close as they were.

His thumb hovered over the keyboard. He wanted to respond right away. God, he wanted to tell her exactly what he was thinking, what he was feeling. But if he texted her now—if he let himself fall into the moment here and now in the middle of his car—he wouldn’t make it home. He’d be pulling over on the shoulder of the freeway trying to cool down. And the last thing he wanted was to have this conversation from the cramped front seat of his SUV.

So instead, he placed his phone gently in the passenger seat and muttered to himself, “Not yet.”

He turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, the hum of the engine doing nothing to drown out the images in his mind. His thoughts were already racing—playing over every inch of that photo, the way her skin looked against the black lace, the way her eyes locked into the camera with that perfect, sultry gaze she knew would drive him wild.

And then he started thinking about more than just the photo.

He thought about how it would feel when she was finally back home. The sound of her suitcase wheels clicking across the hardwood floor, the way she always tossed her bag down and kicked off her shoes before jumping into his arms. He missed her scent, the softness of her skin against his, the way her laugh filled the apartment like music.

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

I’m gonna make it worth the wait, he promised himself. Every second she’s been gone—I’ll make it up to her tenfold.

The streets blurred past him as he drove, the city giving way to quieter roads as he neared home. His foot pressed a little harder on the gas. He wasn’t trying to speed, but he couldn’t get back fast enough. Every red light felt like a punishment. Every turn, a delay.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he pulled into the driveway of his place. The lights from the porch flickered on automatically as his car came to a stop. He threw it into park, grabbed his phone, and practically jogged to the front door.

Inside, the house was still, the kind of quiet that only made him miss her more. He kicked off his sneakers, tossed his keys into the bowl by the door, and made a beeline for the living room, phone already in hand.

He sat down on the edge of the couch, leaning forward as he opened her message again. The photo. That message. Her asking if he was still there. He could picture her now—still in that hotel room, sitting cross-legged on the bed in that impossibly sexy lingerie, checking her phone every few seconds, wondering if she’d crossed a line.

He needed her to know she hadn’t. Not even close.

His fingers finally moved, confident now, teasing and affectionate as ever.

Justin: Still here, baby. Just had to get home so I could really appreciate what you sent me.

He paused, then added:

Justin: You look so fucking good, I almost drove off the road. I don’t know how you expect me to focus on anything after that.

Then another message:

Justin: I’m gonna make you pay for teasing me like that when you get home. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you out of my sight for a full week.

He hit send, then leaned back on the couch, exhaling slowly, a satisfied grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

Back in Chicago, you were staring at your screen, your heart beating faster with every second that passed. You saw those bubbles pop up and disappear three times now, and you had no idea what to make of it. Was he typing? Not typing? Was he too tired from practice? Or maybe you had gone too far this time?

You opened your mouth, about to take a sip of water, when your phone vibrated in your hand. A notification from Justin flashed across the screen. Then another. Then another.

You swiped, and there it was—his response. Three of them, actually. The first one made your smile widen. He’d made it home safe. And then the second one… your eyes scanned the words, and you felt that familiar heat spread through your chest, down your spine, pooling in your core. Oh, he was into it. More than into it.

You glanced at the time. You still had an hour and fifteen minutes before you had to leave for soundcheck. And suddenly, you had an idea—one that made your pulse quicken and your skin flush even warmer. You sat up straighter on the bed, your mind already racing with possibilities. He wanted you to pay for teasing him, huh? Well, maybe you weren’t done teasing just yet.

With steady hands and a newfound confidence, you moved your phone to the side slightly, the perfect angle for what you were about to do. You hit record on the video, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw yourself appear on the screen—still in that black lace lingerie, the soft light of the room giving your skin a warm glow.

“Hey, baby,” you began, your voice a low, sultry murmur. “I see you got my message.”

You stood up slowly, turning to give him the full view, your hips swaying just a little as you moved. You bit your lip, holding the camera steady with one hand, and ran the other down your body, following the curves that you knew drove him crazy.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t forgetting about me out here on tour,” you continued, your voice dripping with that playful challenge he loved. “And it looks like I succeeded.”

You let out a soft laugh, and with a flick of your wrist, you hit send. The video disappeared from your screen, sent into the ether on its way to him.

The anticipation was almost unbearable. You paced the hotel room, phone in hand, waiting for his response. Every second felt like an eternity. And then, finally, your phone buzzed with a notification. You swiped it open, your heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Justin’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he watched the video you’d just sent. He scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaling a string of expletives under his breath. She wasn’t just teasing him—she was absolutely killing him.

He stood up abruptly, phone still clutched in his hand, and started pacing the living room. His head was spinning, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t been expecting this. Not that he was complaining, but fuck… she was pushing him to the edge in the best way possible.

“God damn it, baby…” he muttered, his voice low and gruff with need. “You really don’t play fair, do you?”

He stopped pacing and sat back down on the edge of the sofa, his free hand raking through his hair. His eyes never left the screen, replaying the video for the third time now. The way she moved, the sound of her voice, the way she bit her ip right before the screen cut to black—it was seared into his mind now. Burned there. Permanent.

He groaned, head falling back against the couch as he stared at the ceiling, trying to get his breathing under control. But it was useless. His body was already lit up like a fuse, and she was the match that struck it.

Justin ran a hand down his face, then over his jaw, still trying to think clearly—trying being the key word. But there wasn’t much clarity to be found when the woman you loved had just sent you a video like that. And the way she looked… God. She had this confidence, this magnetic pull that always left him on the brink. And now she’d practically declared war.

He picked up his phone again, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Then paused.

No. This needed more than a text.

Instead, he switched to video mode, flipped the camera toward himself, and hit record.

The screen showed his face first—slightly flushed, dark curls falling over his forehead, jaw tight. Then he leaned in a little, voice low and steady, laced with hunger.

"You think I forgot about you?" he said with a slow smirk, eyes burning with something primal. “Baby, I can’t think about anything else.”

He let the phone drop a little, catching the way his T-shirt clung to his chest, still damp from the shower, the hem riding up just enough to reveal the cut of his lower abs, a tease of the bulge in his sweats.

"You really think you can tease me like that and not get a reaction?" he continued, eyes locked on the camera. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

His voice dipped even lower, almost a growl. “But I promise you this—when you get home, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week. That’s a guarantee.”

He smirked again, a slow, wicked thing, and then ended the recording. He watched it once—just to make sure he wasn’t being too much—then shrugged to himself. Screw it. She started it.

He hit send.

Back in Chicago, you were still pacing your hotel room when your phone buzzed again. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you snatched it off the bed, thumb swiping across the screen with a mix of anticipation and pure, electric tension.

Video from Justin.

Your breath hitched.

You pressed play, and there he was.

He looked good—sweaty curls, that dark, intense stare that never failed to make your knees weak, and a voice that sounded like it had been made just for you. Every word that fell from his lips made your stomach tighten, your legs feel a little less stable.

When the video ended, you had to sit down. Your skin was flushed, every nerve ending tingling like it had been brushed with static. He wasn’t playing anymore. He was serious. And that promise?

You replayed it again, eyes wide, biting your lip to keep in the quiet moan that threatened to spill out.

You looked at the time.

An hour before soundcheck now. Sixty minutes. It felt like a joke. How were you supposed to perform tonight when your body felt like it was about to combust?

You grabbed a pillow and flopped back onto the bed, half-laughing, half-dizzy from the adrenaline rushing through your system.

Y/N: If I miss this soundcheck, it’s your fault.

Y/N: Also… keep talking like that, and I might just book the next flight to L.A.

You sent the messages and tossed your phone onto the mattress, trying to focus—trying. But your body had other plans.

Across the country, Justin was now lying in bed, phone still clutched in his hand, and sent her a voice message.

“Aren’t you such a tease? I’m jerking off to that picture of yours, and it’s all your fault.”

You had been waiting for him to reply for about 20 minutes, and you figured he was either busy with his teammates or in the shower. You got a bit worried he might not like it. Maybe it was too much, too soon.

You were about to give up when you got a notification. It was a voice message from him. You hit play and felt your body grow hot. You could hear the rasp in his voice, and it made you wet.

You texted him back, wanting to tease him.

You: Prove it

You knew that was a risky thing to say to him, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to prove he was thinking about you, that he was stroking himself to the thought of you.

You waited for a minute and then got a video. You hit play.

He was stroking himself slowly, and your breath caught in your throat. You heard his breath hitch, and you wanted him in your mouth.

You were about to text him back when your phone rang. It was a FaceTime from him.

You answered and were immediately met with a shot of his cock.

“Baby…”

You smiled and tried to act innocent. “What is it, baby?”

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you? Look what you’ve done to me.”

You bit your lip and looked at the shot again. “I think I know what I did.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

You looked at the clock and knew you had enough time to do this. You smirked. “Show me what you would do to me if I was there.”

He groaned and started to stroke himself faster. “God, I wish you were here.”

“Why?”

“Because I would be ripping those panties off and bending you over.”

You moaned and felt yourself get wet. “Justin…”

“I would be spanking your ass for teasing me. I’d make your pussy drip for me.”

“God… Justin.”

“Baby, are you touching yourself?”

You didn’t answer and just moaned.

You had your fingers in your panties, and they were soaked. You started to rub your clit and threw your head back.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.”

You opened your eyes and realized he had stopped stroking himself. He was just holding his hard cock in his hand and smiling at the phone.

“Justin, why did you stop?”

“I want to hear you beg for me, baby.”

“Justin…”

“Beg for me.”

You let out a whimper. “Please, Justin.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to stroke your cock until you cum for me.”

 He smirked and started stroking again. He made sure to get the perfect view for you.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip. He looked so good, and you wished you could be there to do it for him. “Justin, you’re so hot. I want your cock inside of me.”

He groaned. “Baby, don’t say that. Fuck, I’m close.”

“Take your panties off. Now.”

You bit your lip again and obeyed. You took them off and spread your legs for him. He groaned.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. I love it. I want you to fuck yourself for me. Be a good girl and do it.”

You obeyed him and moaned loudly as the sensation went through you. You started fucking yourself, feeling him watch you on FaceTime.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself like I fuck you. God, I want to be there so bad.”

“Me too, baby.”

“I would have my cock inside of you right now if you were here. I’d be fucking you so deep, baby. Do you want that? Tell me.”

“I want it, Justin.”

“Say it.”

“I want your cock.”

“You want my big cock inside of your tight pussy?”

You moaned louder and felt yourself get closer. “Yes, Justin. God, yes. Please. I want your big cock.”

He let out a moan and continued. “Fuck, baby. Keep talking to me like that.”

“I want you to fuck me until I scream. I want you to use my pussy and cum inside me.”

“I would make you beg for it, baby. You know that.”

“Please, Justin. Please. I need it, daddy.”

“Fuck. Hearing you call me daddy is making me come.”

You heard his breath hitch and knew he was about to come. You wanted to come with him. “Come for me, Justin. Please.”

“Touch your clit, baby. Come with me.”

You did as you were told and moaned his name as you came. You heard him moan yours, and you wished you could kiss him right now.

“Justin…”

“Baby…”

The two of you were trying to catch your breath when you looked at the time. You had about 15 minutes until you had to be at sound check. You smiled, feeling satisfied.

“Hi.” You giggled.

He chuckled. “Hi.”

“You good?”

“I’m great now, baby. What about you?”

“Very great.”

He laughed. “That’s good.”

You smiled. “Good boy.”

He laughed. “Come home so we can do that in person.”

You felt yourself grow wet again at the thought of him inside of you. God, you wanted him. “Soon, I promise.”

“Okay, babe. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hung up and cleaned yourself up. You felt great and couldn’t wait until you saw him again. You went to the sound check and got everything done for the night’s show. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

You knew that this would make the relationship stronger, and you knew you would have a fun time being apart from each other.

You just couldn’t wait to be back in his arms.

[shayjuly-blog]

Hot take: Clean is Taylor swifts best song. Please tell me otherwise.

[v6quewrlds]

imagine justin picking out your lingerie (feat. vet!reader).

author's note⠀⁎⠀suggestive, 18+ mdni. managed to write something, it's not great but it's something. inspired by this.

Her laptop pressed into her thighs, the electronic device balanced on her lap as she sat cross-legged on the couch. Justin sat next to her, his back firmly against the cushions, his legs stretched out before him. Nova slinked around the room, tail swishing in a hypnotic arc as she busied herself with stalking a pair of slippers that remained unmoved and neatly lined up by the edge of the living room rug. The TV flickered in the background, casting shadows on the walls as the sun began to dip outside.

Justin's thumbs danced over the controller, the sounds of the game's battlegrounds filling his living room. They had been here for an hour or so, she shifting her focus between the various digital tasks she had outlined on the pink sticky note stuck to her laptop and the occasional glance at Nova's silent antics. Her eyes darted to the TV every so often, not quite following the chaos of the game, but appreciating the way Justin's eyes lit up with every instance of success, the way his shoulders squared, the low sound of him talking to himself underneath his breath.

The click-clacking of her fingertips against the keyboard eventually brought her to a website she had heard about in passing conversation, a place that specialized in lingerie that was supposedly made for and owned by women like her. The initial hesitancy faded as she scrolled through the options, a mix of curiosity and choice paralysis setting in. The colors ranged from demure pastels to bold reds and blacks, the fabrics from silky soft to intricate lace. Babydolls, corsets, and thongs stared back at her, each more risque than the last.

"Babe, can you pass me my phone?" she asked, breaking the silence of the room.

Justin's eyes didn't leave the screen as he leaned forward and grabbed it from the coffee table. He handed it to her, his focus never wavering from the digital warfare before him. "All done with your to-do list?" he asked, casting her a fleeting glance.

She took her phone and placed it next to her laptop. "Yeah," she confirmed, that familiar softness in her voice wrapping around him with a sweet warmth. She turned the device over in her palm before turning her attention back to the screen of her laptop, her cursor hovering over the quick view of an appealing set. The color was a deep, dark blue that made her think of evening skies. "I'm just looking at a few things," she said, hoping she sounded nonchalant.

Justin hummed, low and noncommittal. His eyes remained glued to the TV, but she could feel the weight of his gaze shift. She knew he was curious, but he was giving her space, allowing her to navigate through the digital racks, anticipating the moment she'd show him what she was interested in.

Her hand hovered over the mouse, and she took a deep breath before clicking. The screen zoomed in on the deep blue set. It was a two-piece set with a matching thong. It was pretty, sexy, but not over the top.

Justin's eyes flickered over to her screen for a moment before returning to the game, but she could see the glint of curiosity in his gaze. "Is there a special occasion I'm not aware of?" he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips as he continued playing. "A secret boyfriend you're hiding?"

She rolled her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Tons of them, actually," she joked, her cheeks warming. "But if you must know, I thought maybe it would be nice to surprise you."

She could see the wheels turning in his head, his lips pursing as he tried to remember if he had missed their one-year anniversary or some other significant date. "Next Wednesday is the fifth anniversary of you being drafted. I know it's probably not something you're gonna celebrate or anything, but I wanted an excuse to do something special for you."

Justin's hand stilled on the controller, his gaze snapping to hers, surprise and warmth lighting up his features. "Oh, that's…" He trailed off. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his right arm slinging over the back of the couch. "That's really sweet of you. Thank you, angel."

"You're welcome," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. "But, I could use some help with this." She turned the laptop towards him, the screen displaying the lingerie she had chosen.

He paused his game and took the laptop from her. "You want my opinion?" He questioned, his words cutting off as he caught sight of the screen. His eyes grew wide before blinking rapidly. "Is this…?"

"Lingerie," she supplied, leaning into his side as she watched him take in the screen. "Yeah, I know it's usually not my thing, but I thought…"

"You want to wear this for me?" He interrupted, his voice gruff with something she hadn't quite heard from him before.

She nodded. "If you don't like it, you can pick something else. I just…" she paused, trying to find the right words. "I just want to make sure I wear something you like."

Justin sucked in a deep breath, his eyes still glued to the screen. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. "I like this but I should consider my options," he murmured, his voice thick. He took the laptop and turned it towards himself. "Let me see what else they have."

She laughed softly, picking up on the hint of excitement in his voice. "You do that," she said, leaning back into the couch cushions. She watched him as his eyes scanned over the options, the occasional smirk playing on his lips. He was so focused, his fingers moving swiftly across the trackpad. The game was forgotten, his attention fully on her.

They sat in comfortable silence with the occasional click of the mouse as Justin navigated through the website. Nova jumped up onto the couch, purring as she settled into her lap. The bengal cat stretched out, allowing her a chance to rub her soft fur. The simple act of petting her calmed her nerves as she waited for Justin to make a selection.

"What size do you wear, baby?"

She felt her heart stutter in her chest as she whispered the answer, her eyes darting towards the TV to avoid potentially meeting his eye. Justin nodded before finally clicking on one that made him murmur something under his breath. She couldn't quite make out what he had said, but the way he began typing rapidly suggested he had found something he liked.

The minutes ticked by as he typed all the necessary information into the website. The anticipation grew, each second feeling like a lifetime. She watched Nova purr contently in her lap, focusing on the rise and fall of the creature's chest as she tried to keep her own breathing even. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he turned the laptop back to her, his face flushed a light shade of pink that she always found endearing.

"Alright, it's all set," he said. He leaned back into the couch, his arm sliding around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She looked at the screen, the order summary simply displaying the name of the set, the order details, and the predicted delivery date. The price tag and an image of the set itself had both been hidden from view.

"What did you choose?" she whispered, a hint of curiosity and nerves dancing in her voice. Her head tilted upwards, her gaze locking onto his.

Justin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her parted lips before whispering back, "It's a surprise, angel. I promise you'll love it." The dull green of his eyes sparkled. She nodded, biting her lower lip, trying to hide the anxious excitement building within her.

Days passed, the anticipation simmering with every passing hour. Justin was a man of his word and didn't give any hints away, not even when she tried to coax them out of him during dinner or late-night cuddles. The only thing she knew was that it would arrive to his house, where she planned to return after a few days at her place.

Justin was busy in his office, looking over some paperwork sent over by his agent, when the doorbell rang out. Nova, having decided she wasn't moving fast enough for her liking, had already bolted to the door and began her usual crescendo of meows.

"Nova, honey, chill," she murmured as she got up to answer the door. A nondescript pink box lay on the doorstep, the delivery person already retreating to their van. She called out a 'thank you' before shutting the door and bringing the box back to the living room. Her heart began to beat out of her chest as she padded down the hallway to Justin's office.

He looked up at the sound of the door creaking open, his eyes immediately darting to the package in her hand. "Is that it?" he asked, his voice a low growl of excitement.

She nodded. "It is," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Would you like me to try it on?"

Justin's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of the box. "Yeah, go ahead," he murmured, "I'm just about done here." She turned to exit the office, walking the short distance to his bedroom with the box tucked close to her chest. Once inside the bathroom, she carefully peeled off the black satin bow that secured the box and lifted the lid to reveal the set Justin had picked out.

Her eyes widened as she took in the dusty rose fabric nestled inside. It was beautiful, much more elaborate than she would have chosen for herself. The triangle cups were unlined, a sheer mesh flyaway top trimmed with lace, accented by a tie in between the breasts. The thong was a matching shade, the thin strip of fabric promising to leave very little to the imagination. The back was much simpler, spaghetti straps and completely sheer.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the underwear, sliding it up her thighs and over her hips. The fabric was softer than she had anticipated, silky soft against her skin. Next came the top, the cups fitting perfectly around her breasts. She adjusted the ties in the front, feeling the material tighten slightly with each tug, the lace kissing the swell of her cleavage.

Her eyes met her reflection in the mirror, the shyness giving way to a hint of confidence. The lingerie hugged her curves in a way she hadn't anticipated, highlighting her figure rather than hiding it. She turned to the side, watching the way the light played through the mesh, casting a delicate pattern over her skin. It was surprisingly flattering, and she had to admit, she felt sexy.

Carefully, she left the bathroom, breathing deeply as she walked the ten or so steps to where Justin was sitting in the bedroom. His eyes darted up to her as she entered, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of her. She paused, her nerves getting the best of her, the soft material whispering against her skin with each inhale and exhale.

"Come here," Justin murmured, a gentle command falling from his lips. She took tentative steps towards him, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt like she was on a stage, but instead of an audience, there was just him, his gaze burning into hers.

He took his time, his eyes roving over her from her toes to the top of her head, and back down to the lingerie that perfectly framed her figure. "Goddamn," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. She stepped into the space between his legs. His hands found her waist, his thumbs tracing the fabric that covered her hips before sliding up to the ties of the babydoll.

Her breath hitched as he loosened the knots, the fabric parting to reveal more of her bare skin. She felt his eyes on her, a silent appraisal that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew he liked what he saw, the way his pupils dilated and his breath grew shallower. He turned her to his liking, inspecting the set from every angle. His fingertips trailed over her skin, burning his touch into her memory.

"Do you like it?" she whispered, honeyed sweetness coating her voice as she watched his expressions.

Justin's eyes traveled up to meet hers, his hands pulling her to straddle his lap. Her knees pressed into the soft fabric of his duvet. "More than words can say," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that sent a warmth pooling in her stomach. He leaned in to kiss her, his hands slipping under the fabric of the babydoll to feel the direct warmth of her torso. She moaned softly into his mouth, her body already responding to his touch.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his eyes searching hers as his hands continued their exploration, tugging the straps of the top down slightly to expose more of her collarbones. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the delicate skin there, his breath warm against her chest.

"I like it," she admitted, her voice a breathy whisper. "It feels… different. Good different."

Justin's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth tipping into a smirk. He hummed lowly in approval, his hands moving to cup her tits, feeling the weight of them in his palms, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened under his touch, the fabric of the lingerie doing little to shield them from his attentions.

"You look stunning, angel," he said, before reaching behind her neck, pulling her in for another kiss, deeper, more urgent than the first.

[slothmeters]

Maybe Justin Herbert or Joe Burrow giving their new gf a key to their place? Hehe I’m excited to see your work!! <3

Mi casa es su casa - Joe Burrow

- w/c - 619

- warnings - cussing, a little bit steamy at the end

- I hope you enjoyed this joey b blurb anon!

Locking my car door, I walked up to Joe’s house and knocked on the door.

It only took Joe a few seconds to answer the door because he knew that I was coming.

“Babe. You know you don’t have to knock. You basically live here now.” He said as he moved to the side to let me in.

“I know, it’s just polite, that’s the way I was raised Joey B, to be a little southern belle.” I said as I gave a little curtsy.

While Joe went to the pantry to grab snacks for the TV marathon we were about to have, I made my way to the linen closet to grab my favorite blanket of his.

“Joeyyyy!” I yelled out when I couldn’t find the blanket.

“What?!”

“Where’s the blanket?”

He walked towards me with his arms full of snacks, “It’s on the couch already, and there’s a tea in the cup holder that I have way more of in the fridge that one of the guys made for you, a phone charger connected to the outlet- oh shit-, and a little present for you on the side table.”

Snacks fell out of his arms left and right as he was telling me what was already in the living room.

We both chucked the food onto the couch before giving each other a knowing look. Whoever gets to the remote first gets to pick whatever is watched.

“Don’t you dare Joseph Lee!” I yelled at him.

He sprinted towards me, and before I had any time to think he grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and brought me to the couch.

“Joey what are you doing?” I was beyond confused. In the 5 months of dating, we would normally almost take each other out trying to get to the remote.

“Remember when I told you I got a present for yo- fuck me man this food is gonna be the death of me; if I sit on one more box I swear I’m going to cry. Anyway, I just wanted to give you something that I hope you’ll use for a really long time.”

He nodded for me to open the box, and when I did, a little piece of paper fell out of it that said ‘mi casa es su casa.’

“Joe wh-“

“Shh, just keep opening.”

Under a piece of cloth was a matte black house key with a heart engraved on the top.

“I wanted to get you something that made sure you knew that you were always welcome at my house. Now, if you don’t want to move in you don’t have to, but I mean if you want to you can because that would be totally nice and-“

I cut him off with a kiss.

“Oh, that’s nice too. I guess I was rambling, wasn’t I?” Joe continued.

“I’d love to move in with you if you’d have me Joe!”

Everything was starting now, we were both stable and we could maintain a healthy, long-term relationship. My visions were finally coming true, and everything I was scared of was washing away slowly.

He looked up at me with one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen on his face.

“I mean think about it, imagine coming home from your away games to see me..” I moved closer to him so that we were able to put our foreheads together. “With nothing but your jersey and your favorite lingerie set of mine.”

The quarterback’s eyes widened at my words as he pushed all of the snacks from earlier off of the couch and pulled me onto his lap.

Needless to say, there was no show watching tonight.