#Justin herbert fluff

[adoristsposts]

Y/n and Justin Herbert have a 3 month old and in the middle of the night their baby starts to cry, y/n is exhausted from getting up every night to care for a crying child Justin notices and takes over for the night, the baby and him have a bonding moment he talks and soothes the baby.

author's note; i neeeeed to write for hockey but he is the only thing on my mind i can't help myself summary; a kid was all the two of you could think about for ages- but now that your daughter is officially in the world, the late nights and early mornings aren't exactly easy. word count; 0.9K warnings; mention of vomit, pregnancy + babies, mention of sex, unedited characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

Having a baby with Justin was one of the best decisions you had ever made. It fell right in front of marrying him in the first place. And both of you had reaped the benefits of your pregnancy. Attention and gifts made the sore back and swollen ankles worth it. Justin had even been stopped by a few players he looked up to to be congratulated and given tips. Hell, Jason Kelce had reached out, which sent you into a bit of a fangirl fit. And while you had found Justin sexy as hell before hand, nothing made him more beautiful to you than watching him with your baby. He could be covered in her vomit, for gods sake, and you'd still be convinced he was the most gorgeous sight you had ever seen.

He still had football, though. He spent as little time at practice as he could, but the chunk of the day he was gone had led to a firm agreement: he dealt with her at night. "She gets me all day," you told him. "I will put milk in a bottle and you will let me sleep through the night." Which never fully worked out. You were easier to raise from sleep than he was. It got to the point where exhaustion crept up on you and you were snappy and annoyed all day. You would stomp around the house, calming yourself only for the baby or Justin. Once, his brother had made the mistake of saying the house was a mess and Justin had to laugh and put his arm around you to stop you from throwing a dinner plate at his head.

So this time, when the sound of her crying woke him, Justin told you to go back to bed and that he would deal with it. He groaned as he padded across the room and took her out of her crib. His height was not an advantage when it came to leaning over it. "Hi, pretty," He greeted, taking her out of the room with him. The pet name had come to him out of nowhere- as a family of all boys, neither he nor his brothers had ever been called 'pretty'. But by god, was his daughter beautiful. She coughed with her mouth open, threw up on him, burped, and did all other bodily functions with no shame, but to him she was perfect because she looked like the two of you. Which sounded insane- she was three months old with barely a hair on her head, but he could feel the resemblance in his soul more than see it. Sappy. He was becoming sappy. He cooed to her and bobbed her in his arms to calm her down as he looked in the fridge for the milk you had put aside. "You hungry baby?" He asked when she finally stopped crying. He groaned over dramatically as he put her in her high chair to amuse her. The giggle that came out of her sent his heart soaring.

Warming the bottle usually took a while. So he moved her chair to where he could see her and the water. "You wanna hear about how me and mommy met? Or my teammates?" The second one elicited another giggle. "I would obviously rather tell you about my wonderful wife, but sweaty guys work too," He joked. He explained football to her, as he had done before and would continue to do. His daughter was going to grow up to be as big a football fan as he could get her to be. He continued on, talking about recent trades and injuries, inside jokes, the ones he was sure she would like when she started being able to really comprehend what was going on around her.

"Did you know, when you came, I had the doctors convinced your mom had an affair?" Justin told her. She looked up at him with big blue eyes and it was almost as if she wanted him to continue. "There's this quote from the Grinch- you'll start quoting things, soon- where he says 'Hey, honey! Our baby's here! He looks just like your boss,'" Justin laughed to himself at the memory. "I said it to your mom, you see, when you popped out of her. And the nurses and doctors were mortified- they thought I was serious! It was so embarrassing to have to explain to them I was quoting the Grinch." Her bottle was ready, and so he scooped her back up and began to feed her. "If you throw up on me I'm going to have to show up to practice in one of your mom's blouses- I am fresh out of clothes," he warned. The food went down smoothly, thank God.

He rocked her until she fell back asleep. When he turned to walk back into your room, you were standing in the doorframe. "I told you to go back to sleep," Justin said softly. You smiled and padded over to him. "You're very good with children." "Thanks. I practiced on my hamster," Justin finished the quote. He pressed a kiss on your forehead when you reached him. "You're so handsome," You told him, "I love watching you with her." "Careful," Justin warned, "we have a roommate- no sex, I'm afraid." "Mmm," You hummed, "She'll get a sibling as soon as she moves into her own room."

[hornyforherbert]

Fallen For You ✧

WC: 1093

Pairing: Justin X Female Reader (Y/N)

CW: Kissing

A/N: I’m sooo sorry for the long wait! I unfortunately got sick again recently and have been recovering. I also know most of you love friends to lovers so… I hope you enjoy reading this!

Disclaimer! I do NOT own the Los Angeles Chargers or Justin Herbert and I am NOT affiliated with either of them in any way. This is simply fiction! Enjoy reading.

The warm California sun lazily streamed through the window, casting a golden light across the cozy living room of Justin's house. Justin, the handsome Los Angeles Chargers quarterback, was flipping through some different game tapes on his computer, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Hey, Justin,” I called out as I entered the room, a gentle smile playing on my lips. Justin looked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. “Hey, Y/n, what's up?” he replied, setting down his computer aside.

We've been best friends for years, sharing laughter, secrets, and adventures. But lately, i felt that something had shifted between us. Something unspoken lingered in the air, a subtle tension that left my heart racing whenever he smiled at me.

“I just wanted to hang out!” I said, flopping down on the couch beside him. Justin chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the room like a soothing melody. “Well, you're always welcome here no matter what, you know that.”

As we chatted and caught up on each other's lives, I couldn't help but steal glances at Justin. His easy charm, his infectious laughter, the way his eyes creased when he smiled—it all made my heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, Justin's phone buzzed, breaking the peaceful silence. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened. “It's my agent,” he said, regretfully while looking a bit hesitant. “I have to take this, I’m so sorry, give me a few minutes.”

As Justin stepped out of the room to take the call, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Alone in the room, I let out a soft sigh, the sound almost a whisper in the quiet space.

Minutes ticked by, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of longing in my chest. I knew I had to tell Justin how I felt, but the fear of losing our friendship held me back like an invisible barrier.

When Justin returned, I gathered up the courage to confess my feelings. “Hey, Justin... I have something to tell you,” I muttered out, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.

Justin turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What is it, Y/n?” he asked, his voice gentle like a soothing breeze.

I took a deep breath, the air catching in my throat. “I... I think I've fallen for you, Justin,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. A deafening silence hung between us, filled only by the sound of my own heartbeat.

Justin's eyes widened, a look of surprise flashing across his face. “Y/n...” he began, his voice a mix of emotions. We locked eyes, and in that moment, I felt the weight of my confession, heavy and daunting. I began to regret confessing my feelings, thinking I completely ruined our friendship.

Suddenly, Justin's expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I think I've fallen for you too, Y/n,” he whispered, his words washing over me like a warm, comforting wave.

A burst of joy erupted within me, and a delighted laugh bubbled from my lips, the sound ringing in the air like a melody of pure happiness. Justin's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with newfound warmth.

Without another word, Justin leaned in, his eyes locked on mine, and pressed his lips against mine in a soft, passionate and tender kiss. My heart soared, the sensation electric and sweet, like a promise of new beginnings.

And as we pulled away, a sense of serenity settled between us, the unspoken words now tangible in the air. Justin cupped my face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring as usual.

“I've always loved the way you make me feel, Justin,” I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity and affection. Justin's eyes held mine, a silent understanding passing between us.

“And I've always loved the way you sound in the morning,” Justin spoke, his voice a quiet hum of adoration. “We're on the phone and without a warning, I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.”

The memory of those words wrapped around my heart like a warm embrace, a reminder of the love that had bloomed between us, sweet and tender like the morning sun. Justin's hand found mine, his touch grounding and comforting.

“I like the way we can't keep our focus,” Justin continued, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I watch you talk, you don't notice... but all I can think is we should be together.”

A surge of affection and gratitude flooded through me, and I leaned into Justin's embrace, feeling the beat of his heart against mine. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of us, tangled in whispers of love.

Days turned into weeks, and our bond grew stronger with each passing moment. We shared laughter, dreams, and quiet nights under the stars, savoring every precious moment together.

“Every time you smile, I smile,” Justin murmured one evening as we strolled hand in hand along the beach, the sound of crashing waves a soothing backdrop to our conversation.

“And every time you shine, I'll shine for you,” I replied, a soft laugh escaping my lips. The cool breeze tousled our hair, and a sense of contentment settled within me, a feeling of being exactly where I belonged.

Our journey from friends to lovers felt like a natural progression, a seamless transition from shared glances to stolen kisses, from playful banter to whispered confessions of love.

Justin hummed, his voice a soft melody in the twilight. “Don't be afraid to jump then fall... into me.”

The words hung in the air, a silent promise of unwavering devotion and endless love. I squeezed Justin's hand, a smile tugging at my lips, my heart overflowing with gratitude and affection.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Justin pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me in a warm, protective embrace. The world felt still, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

“Babygirl, I'm never gonna leave you,” Justin whispered, his words a solemn vow. “Say that you wanna be with me too... so I'm gonna stay through it all.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the setting sun and the promise of a future filled with love, I looked into Justin's eyes and knew that this was where I belonged—by his side, as his girl, forever and always.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Please do NOT repost/copy my writing without asking first and getting permission from me. (Reblogs are fine and well appreciated!)

[lyrenminth]

Over the rain

Rainy days in Oregon were common during October, and you loved it when you had your big cozy boyfriend in bed, spooning you from behind.

But that wasnt the case today. Justin was mad at you, and you were mad at him. Everything started when you offered and interview in a friend podcast and he got mad because your started talking about your relationship with him. You did not say anything controversial really, it was the contrary but since he was extremely private he got upset, and you were fed up with that.

"Are you really giving the cold shoulder because I said good things about our marriage in a podcast?" you asked, standing in front of him. He was red from anger and did not want to look at you. Justin's anger was silent. "You know it is not for that reason" he argued back, voice low. "I don't want people noses in my marriage"

"Really? What's wrong with sharing that I have a happy marriage?" you snapped, raising your voice. "If this is about your privacy, don't worry but as the wife in the relationship I have the right to share whatever I want"

"I don't want you talking about me in those podcasts" he replied, coldly.

You laughed, incredulous. "Ok, another thing?" he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. "You can't tell me what I get to say or not" you argued, feeling sick.

"We decided to keep things private!" he said, raising a little bit his voice, something uncommon.

"And they are Justin! Nobody knows a thing about our relationship besides that we are married. It was a two minutes conversation and you are making me feel awful about it" you said, your voice sounding watery "If you don't want to talk about the marriage, why did you marry me?"

"You know is not about you" you shook your head at his words, and went upstairs "I'm not going to apologize for saying that I have a great and supportive husband, that's nuts. I need time off"

You went to the bedroom to cry alone, because the feeling was choking you. You understood he was a private person, you understood you had an agreement, but why did it hurt so much? You wanted to share your hapiness and he didn't like it. After forty minutes, you wanted to talk to someone. You changed your clothes and put on a raincoat, the weather was gloomy but it was safe to walk outside. Your mom's house was twenty minutes away, and a walk could help to clear your mind.

Happy with your decision, you went out. Justin was in the living room, catching tape on mute. When he saw your fit he raised his eyebrows, stealing a glance at the window, the cloud were gray and heavy. "Were are you going?"

"To talk about our marriage with the neighbor" you said, snappy. You felt bad instantly but couldn't backtrack.

"There is a storming coming, you shouldn't be out" he ignore your snarky comment.

You grabbed an umbrella and the keys. "It is ok, Justin" you assured him. "I will call you"

You leave the house, and during the first ten minutes the weather was ok, then it became a fucking storm.

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Justin was worried. Very worried. He couldn't watch the tape or pay attention to anything that wasn't the storm outside. The wind was harsh and so the rain, he realized you didn't took the car and he got a little scared. He was a asshole for arguing with you over the podcast. It wasn't a popular podcast, and it was true you only talked about the marriage like four minutes but he got mad anyway. He remebered you sad face when you went upstairs, you were heartbroken.

He rubbed his eyebrow and called you again. Nothing. There must be something with the signals. Maybe you were at your mom's house, you must. He called your mom, then your dad, nobody answered. The desesperation he was feeling wasn't normal. Why he didn't stop you?

He didn't want to think in the worst scenario. You were to precious to him, he didn't want to lose you...to hurt you.

Tha rain was pouring so heavily he couldn't see anything two meters ahead. He but a hoodie on, and grabbed an umbrella and the truck keys. He hold his breath all the way to your mom's house, in the short walk from the car to the door he got wet. He rang the bell, several times until your mom, opened the door, surprised to see him

"Hi, is Y/N here?" he asked, anxious.

"Yes, get inside, I'm going to bring you something to dry yourself" she said. Justin went to the living room, and you were there. Sitting down, with a blanket over your legs, a mug between your hands, and your beutiful eyes looking at the T.V, they were a little bit red. You were crying. Your hair was darker as if wet. When he cleared his throat, your gaze fell on him, your eyes widening with surprise.

"Justin? What are you doing here?" you almost dropped your mug at the sight of you tall husband looking all tousled and damp.

"I want to see you're fine" he said.

"But...there is a storm outside. Did you drive here?" you asked, incredulous.

"Yes, I did" your mom appeared with sandals and a blanket for Justin who thank her politely.

"I'm going to leave you talk" she said, with a warm smile.

Your mom knew you and Justin discussed, but you never told her the reason. It was a private bussiness.

You were frozen in your place as he approached you.

"I'm sorry" he said. You held your breath. "I shouldn't have gotten angry. You-you can share your hapiness over our marriage, even though you aren't happy now" he sounded so sincere and regretful.

"It's ok" you eyes started getting watery. How much you loved this man was beyond explanation. "I'm not angry anymore" He sat next to you, and you put the mug over the tiny table near the couch. "You are my husband, I choose you" he closed his eyes, feeling the words hit.

"Thank you" he said, opening his green eyes, showing a glimpse of vulnerability he didn't show often. You hugged him, an without much words, everything was fine again. Because the things between Justin and you were simple, honest, raw.

[0sincerelyella]

Can I request one of Justin Herbert where you’re comforting him after a tough game, with lots of fluff, and it’s more of a night routine where they have dinner, watch tv, get ready for bed, cuddle! Thanks ☺️

I’m proud of you - Justin Herbert

Summary: Justin has a tough win, y/n will always be proud of him no matter what

notes: THIS IS SO EXCITING i don’t pay much attention to justin (being a bengals fan) but i do very much enjoy watching him play, so this should be fun:)

y/n turned off the TV with a sigh. she had just watched an absolutely devastating chargers loss. she couldn’t make it to the game, due to working late, and she knew it would take a toll on justin.

immediately y/n stood to start her after loss routine. knowing he’d be home in about two hours she began a quick meal.

she gathered every extra blanket in the house and sat them on their couch. she placed candles and the food on the coffee table. she grabbed his favorite pair of comfy clothes and set them beside the blankets, finally she put on his favorite movie, pressing pause, and awaited his arrival

when she heard keys in the door, she walked into the kitchen to greet him at the door. the door opened and justin tossed his duffle bag next to the door. “i’m home!” he called, a tired sound to his voice. y/n pulled him in a hug before he could even look up to see her. he smiled, taking a breath and instantly relaxing under her touch. “you did amazing justin, absolutely amazing im so so proud of you”

his hand rested behind her head and gripped her hair softly as he pulls her tighter into a hug. she knew he didn’t think so, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. he loves her and doesn’t want to hurt her “I love you” he whispers, rocking them side to side. “i love you too” she smiled, loving the hug. justin lifted his head, suddenly realizing there was a nice smell coming from the stove

“what is that smell?” he made his way into the kitchen with a happy smile on his face. “your favorite” y/n answered, holding his hand as he discovered a meatloaf in the oven, pieces already cut out of. “y/n, baby you didn’t have to” he looked as he was about to cry.

football meant a lot to him, he wanted nothing more than to bring his team to victory every game. but unfortunately it didn’t happen. the standard he held himself up to really hurt his ego sometimes. but every time without fail, y/n is at home, with his favorite food, his favorite clothes, and his favorite movie. she’s always there to take care of him, she’s his favorite girl.

justin grabbed the clothes off the couch and instantly changed like a kid ripping open a Christmas present. his smile got even bigger when he realized y/n was wearing matching pjs with his own. “oh my goodness” he said, picking her up and spinning her around in an excited happy manner. “i love you till the ends of the earth” justin held her so tightly, plopping them both on the couch.

“i love you justin, i love you so much it hurts” he kissed all over her face. y/n reached up to turn on the movie, high school musical, and they both leaned back on the couch.

justin held her to his chest as he recited the movie. he has seen this movie a million times and knew it like the back of his hand.

y/n traced hearts on his arms as she layed on his chest. justin kissed her head over and over in between every pause to sing the songs. justin stands up excitedly

“we’re sourin!” he pointed to y/n

“flyin” she started quietly

“there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach”

justin picked y/n up and sang to her like some stupid cheesy romance movie.

even though he lost his game today, he had his girl right by his side. he could care less, win, lose, he did what he loved to do and he had the girl of his dreams.

after the movie was over, y/n yawned, curling into justin’s side. “tired?” he asked, looking over at his girlfriend. she shook her head, barely able to keep her eyes open.

justin laughed, scooping her up into his arms much to her protest. she wiggled around in his arms and giggled. “put me down!” he shook his head, and ran up the stairs. he sat her on the bathroom counter and kissed her forehead “get ready for bed” he said, walking away and shutting their shared bedroom door.

“justinnnn!!!” she called, slouching in a pouty mood. “brush your teeth!” he called, presumably busy with something unknown.

y/n did as told, brushing her teeth and washing her face, she put her hair up and ran to the bedroom door, knocking like a mad woman “justin! i’m done and i’m tired let me in” justin waisted no time in letting her in, and she was met with blankets apon blankets stacked on the bed in a cozy nest, her favorite cartoons on the TV, and her favorite stuffed animals in the nest.

y/n squealed, running and jumping into the nest. she cuddled herself into the blankets, leaving justin at the door. “your such a jerk” he laughed, crawling into the blankets with her.

“i love you sweet girl” he said, kissing her face

“i love you too justin” she smiled, “oh and,” she turned around to face him

she placed a kiss to his lips with a soft

“i’m proud of you”

[k9iriz]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑: 𝐍𝐅𝐋

• joe burrow (cincinnati bengals)

• jamarr chase (cincinnati bengals)

• tee higgins (cincinnati bengals)

• jalen hurts (philadelphia eagles)

• travis kelce (kansas city chiefs)

• andrei iosivas (cincinnati bengals)

• rashee rice (kansas city chiefs)

• justin herbert (los angeles chargers)

• trent mcduffie (kansas city chiefs)

• christian mccaffery (san francisco 49ers)

• cj stroud (houston texans)

• justin jefferson (minnesota vikings)

• isaiah pacheco (kanas city chiefs)

• jalen ramsey (miami dolphins)

• anthony richardson (indiana colts)

• tayler hawkins (san francisco 49ers)

• ceedee lamb (dallas cowboys)

• obj - odell beckham jr. (baltimore ravens)

• jermaine burton (cincinnati bengals)

[ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

half of these are my past writes to be easier to find, but i do not write for them currently anymore.

• = smut/+18 ♡ = fluff/mushy ☾ = angst

ANDREI IOSIVAS | • family-fuckin' reunion | • nsfw alphabet | ♡ cookie making

JOE BURROW | ♡ playing games

TRAVIS KELCE | • fix me

RHEA RIPLEY (WWE) | ☾, • SERIES: unwanted temptation (1,2) | •, ☾ SERIES: the girl next door (1) | • stocking stuffer | ☾ selfish | • session 777 | ♡ nights with you | • a hard fucking | • assistant | ♡ drabble 2 part series: track of time, pregnancy scares | ☾ ,• SERIES: the heartbreak hotel, again | • watch me | • sick of it, now ride my fingers, bitch.

KYLIAN MBAPPE | • quickie | • 2x ft. neymar jr. | • hubby approved

NEYMAR JR. | ☾ not allowed | • brat | • extravagant | • hubby approved

[leafsbabe]

…𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝒉𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔, unfortunately i'm unable to escape the passage of time so i've recently turned twenty-five. to make the whole ordeal a little sweeter i want to celebrate with you in the only way i know how: silly little writings. so there's going to be twenty-five different things coming your way.

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 ♡

♡ Vince Dunn - smut

♡ Sidney Crosby - nsfw alphabet

♡ Tyler Glasnow - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Thomas Bordeleau - sex headcanon

♡ Sidney Crosby - smut

♡ Matthew Tkachuk - nsfw alphabet

♡ Patrik Laine - boyfriend headcanon

♡ Vince Dunn - fluff

♡ Jeff Skinner - nsfw alphabet

♡ Matt Martin - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Matt Martin - sex headcanon

♡ Tyler Glasnow - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - nsfw alphabet

♡ Matthew Tkachuk - smut

♡ Justin Herbert - smut

♡ Jeff Skinner - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - sex headcanon

♡ Nico Hischier - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Andrei Svechnikov & Sebastian Aho & Teuvo Teräväinen - fluff

♡ Chris Kreider - nsfw alphabet

♡ Jake Walman - sex headcanon

♡ Aleksander Barkov - smut

♡ Seth Jarvis - sex headcanon

♡ Braden Schneider - sex headcanon

♡ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚

[itsjustjackie55]

Can I request one where you go to pre season practice with Justin. While you’re watching him play, you get all flustered and turned on seeing him in his element and wearing his uniform. He starts to notice and once your back home things turn spicy 🌶️ lots of fluff and smut please ☺️

Practice and Perfection| Justin Herbert X Reader

Warning: Smut!!! Minors do not interact!! (18+)

A/N: Hi anon! Im sorry this took forever I just started school this week, and my room flooded with all this rain in Cali. I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry if it’s not the best or what you wanted.

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Waking up early in sunny California is beautiful but truly not for everyone. For some like your boyfriend who had gotten into a steady routine, you bugged for him to let you tag along to see him in action.

You loved watching him on the field during games, it wouldn’t be that different seeing him on the practice field. As you got closer to the field and waited on all the players you sat scrolling on your phone. Hearing a few conversations of the players coming out the locker room, you knew the guys were about to start.

After a while of scrolling on your phone, sitting in whatever shade possible. You decide to look up and capture your man at the perfect time. Mid throw with his helmet off you couldn’t help but stare him down.

Looking him up and down. Seeing every vein in his big hands and his muscular arms. Watching all the sweat being sucked into his uniform. You couldn’t help but ogle his body and squirm to shake what you were feeling off.

Eyeing him more and more didn’t help you. You just kept imagining him shirtless, like if he was at home during your intimate time together.

As he ran off the field to switch with another quarterback he found you in the stands looking at him. He turned his head waving to you as he seen your face and smiled brightly.

Oh that man and his stupid smile made you gush. You felt almost ashamed to have thought of your boyfriend as the sex god he was. Especially when his face doubled as the adorable squish you liked to grab onto and squeeze.

When he noticed you still staring off into space after he waved to you. He noticed you weren’t staring at something random it was him you were staring at. He seen the heavy amount of blush and decided he’d take an earlier break and come check on you.

As you noticed him walking towards you all you felt was butterflies. His long legs bringing himself to you at a faster pace most people walk. Trying to gather yourself quickly, he couldn’t help but smile when he stood over you. Holding a hand up to block the sun from you so he could see your face more clearly.

God you loved the height difference. Him being this close and sweet made you want to climb him and never get down. Lost in your thoughts Justin shook you out of it asking,

“You okay Sweetness? You’re really red.”

Feeling caught you made it a point to bring up the heat and lack of shade where you were,

“It’s just really hot and there’s not much shade right here. Speaking of that you need some more sunblock Sweets, especially on your neck”

You felt relieved when Justin just looked around for your purse and told you to grab your things and move somewhere better.

Just when you were getting situated, you hadn’t noticed that Justin ran off to get some cold water for you to drink and cool off.

Thanking him and leaning in to peck his lips you couldn’t help but place your hands on his shoulders feeling the heat and stickiness of the sweat on his uniform.

God he looked and felt good. From his greasy hair, chubby cheeks, and the veins and muscles showing through his uniform you couldn’t help but give in and look deep into his eyes hoping he’d see the way you felt without having to tell him.

Looking down at your big needy eyes it was like he could feel your wetness and sensed your need. He felt bad work got in the way of taking care of his girl. He loved you and wanted to help get rid of that issue right of way. The way you smelt, the way you looked right now, completely clouded his mind and wore off the second they called him back on the field.

Looking over to see who called him, then turning back down to look at you he moved his hand to caress your jaw and stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“Later sweetheart, I know what you want, I’ll take care of it when I’m done. Just be patient.”

Gosh that man had you swooning and feeling messier by the second. You needed him bad. Feeling like time moved slower since he checked on you, you couldn’t help but grow moody. The heat not helping you one bit.

Once all the coaches drew the players in, you felt relieved and eager to see your man.

Once he was free he trotted right up to you big smile on his face. With his gear in one hand, he wrapped his arms around you lifting you slightly to kiss you and rock you side to side.

“ I need you bad baby,” you whispered. Liking your tone and reminder all Justin could say was,

“I think I can fix that, come on.”

Leading you to a private room with all the extra equipment Justin also felt as eager to please you. He loved being there in any way you needed him.

Lifting your dress up as he squeezed thighs and ass, you started to unhook his tight pants desperate for anything.

As he pushed you to a near by table lifting you up he grabbed you chin to press a kiss to your lips while moving your panties to the side. As you slowly pushed his pants and compression shorts down, you two continued making out while he circled your soaked folds with his skilled fingers.

Moaning into each others mouths, you began pumping him while he stood between your legs.

Finally growing tired of your hand he stepped as close as he could inserting himself into you. Groaning at your tightness he had to stay still to let you adjust. After all it was you who gave the word not him.

Growing impatient, you whined telling him to move. Doing as you told you couldn’t do the slow pace he needed to work through for himself. As he tried his best to meet your demands and his needs. He sped up a little bit in hopes to get you to be a little more quiet.

When he felt stronger to please you he started speeding up and pushing himself deeper, all while squeezing your hips and thighs.

Not caring if anyone heard you, you continued moaning and crying out even loader, throwing your head back. Justin lowering his head to kiss and suck at your neck he felt himself twitching inside you, emptying his sweet filling. As he got into a sloppier pace, you couldn’t help but feel so full growing closer. Clenching harder around him.

Hearing your moans grow loader and closer together, feeling just a little bit guilty for coming before you, he pounded you with the best amount of force that got you to come around him harder than ever before.

Kissing each other and taking deep breaths he stepped back admiring your pussy leaking with his load. He loved seeing your frizzy hair, naturally blushed cheeks, and your sleepy, fucked out appearance.

He looked around and seen a few fresh towels to clean you off.

Tucking himself into his pants and helping you make yourself look presentable, he kissed you once again before you two left the room. You were happily pleased with your man. And him high from your time together.

[joeybosa-aaronjudge]

Christmas Day

Justin Herbert x Reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: none. Just fluff. Sorry it’s short.

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You and Justin have been dating for a few months now and you both knew the relationship is getting serious. You guys see a future together. Getting married, having kids and just living a happy life and having Justin do what he loves to do at his job. It’s Christmas Day and you both were excited to open presents. “Babe wake up. It’s Christmas and I wanna open presents.” He says shaking you awake. “5 more minutes babe.” You say still half asleep. About 10 minutes later you both went downstairs and opened presents. You got another Herbert jersey but in a different color, jewlery, and clothes. Justin got some stuff for football and clothes. He had one last present for you. “Hey babe, there’s one more present I have left for you.” He says. He runs upstairs into the bedroom and gets it from his bedside table. He comes back down with the wrapped box and hands it to you. You slowly unwrap it and open it. There’s a promise ring inside the box. You look at him in shock. “It’s a promise ring. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me and we’re in a serious relationship now and I figured to get you a promise ring.” He says. “Awe baby. I absolutely love it. It’s beautiful.” You say taking it out of the box and putting it on your finger. You walk over to him and sit in his lap and give him a big hug. “Thank you baby. I appreciate it. I love you so so much.” You say. “You’re welcome princess. It’s my job to keep you happy and treat you like a princess. I love you so much baby.” He says giving you a kiss. You guys had gotten some movies also, so you guys watched those movies the rest of the day and cuddled on the couch. You guys left the couch when it was time for bed but that was about the only time you both got up off the couch all day. “Ya know, I can’t wait for the day you become my wife.” He says smiling down at you. “Oh baby.” You say blushing like crazy. “I can’t wait to become your wife either honey.” You say. You both stay cuddled on the couch with a blanket over both of you and his hand running up and down your legs. He looks over at you admiring you while you’re watching the movie you guys have in. “What?” You ask seeing that he’s been staring at you. “Nothing. Just admiring how beautiful my girl is. I love you babydoll.” He says. You blush a little and smile a little. “Awe baby. I love you too baby.” You say cuddling more into his side.

[adoristsposts]

hi i love your writing! could you possibly do justin herbert and reader breaking up but then they rekindle and it’s a happy ending?

author's note; anons treating me so well u guys have better ideas than i do icl summary; alcohol and not being over your ex doesn't exactly mix well- unless, of course, your ex seems just as hung up on you. word count; 1K warnings; drinking, swearing characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

You let a loud sigh escape your lips the second your apartment door shut behind you. You placed a palm on the door, using it for support as you slipped off your heels and let your bare feet sink into the carpeted floor. "Jesus," you muttered to yourself. Without missing a beat, you headed to your fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. You set your purse down on the kitchen island and, wine bottle in hand, padded over to the couch. You turned it on and, of course, your ex-boyfriend's face filled the screen. "It was just a flesh wound." He told the press before you could switch the channels. Your hand paused, hovering over the Netflix icon you had been meaning to press. A flesh wound? You couldn't stop yourself from pulling your phone out and googling it. Three years later you were unable to resist the need to know he was okay. His dismissal of it on television seemed reasonable, you decided as you scrolled through a few articles. But then a few articles became a highlight reel. And then media posts. And then his Instagram. He still followed you from back when the two of you had dated. You remembered his management encouraging him to make the account, and how, despite the fact he didn't run it, he had made sure you were one of the few hundred he followed back.

The split had been amicable. Your post-college heart had been absolutely broken, but Justin was moving to LA and you couldn't handle the distance. The two of you tried keeping in contact for a few months, but the second he was spotted with another woman you shut down. By the time you had sorted out your feelings for him, it felt too embarrassing to reach out. Now, ironically, you were in LA. And you wished you had held on to contact. Because god damn was dating in LA boring. The one you had just returned from had entailed a Chiefs fan mansplaining football to you and complaining about Taylor Swift- all because you had peeked past his shoulder to get a look at the Niners' score. You forced yourself to close your phone. You stood up and walked over to the closest mirror, checking yourself out. You had done your hair and makeup and picked a cute outfit- even worn heels!- just for the guy to be a tool. You smoothed out your shirt. Fuck it, you told yourself. You texted your best friend. Wanna go out? Absolutely, bitch. She replied.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. How you had gotten home, or what exactly had happened the night before, you had no idea. You groaned loudly and leaned over to grab your phone off the nightstand. The notifications that greeted you were so mortifying you were sure you were going to puke. Seven missed calls from Justin, three voicemails, and five text messages. There was no chance in hell you were looking at any of those. You took an everything shower, blew out your hair, painted your nails, and made yourself food. Who knew that your ex-boyfriend could be so helpful when it came to working through a hangover? Finally, hours later, you had to check. The time without your phone- although you hated to admit it- was driving you crazy. You could only sit through so much without wanting to check it. And you were sure your best friend had to be worried you had choked on your own vomit at this point.

You responded to her texts first, with a simple 'I think I drunk called Justin.' You ignored her frantic texts and clicked on his first voicemail. "Hey." His voice sent shivers down your spine. There was something so homely about the way he sounded. Like hearing an old favorite song. "I think you drunk called me. My hand's fine, thanks for asking. Just a sprain, it'll be fine by the end of our by week. " Ever polite. When Justin first stepped into the spotlight, so many people questioned his personality and whether he would be fit to lead a team as their quarterback. He had never cared. He always dismissed it with a quiet wave. He was how he was, and you had loved him for it. The voicemail cut out there, and you played the next one. "Sorry," He began, because what else would he start out with? "I can't stop listening to what you sent me. I know you're drunk, but you said you haven't gotten over it- just in case you don't remember in the morning- and I haven't either. Just thought you should know." A click. You cringed. You truthfully didn't remember a moment of it. You understood now how the prohibition had happened. The last one. "Ok, I swear this is it." He laughed. The sound was like stepping under a warm ray of sun on a cold day. "I miss you. Text me when you wake up- I'm sorry for blowing up your phone. You said you were in LA? We should reconnect."

You put your phone face down and ran a hand over your face. Reconnect. With your ex-boyfriend. That you still weren't over. You texted your best friend. She responded with a bunch of messages that all had the same point; 'absolutely, you dumbass, you are still so in love with him and i'm sick of hearing about it.'

You swiped out of her messages and opened Justin's, which were full of concerned texts and him asking for you to text him when you got home to ensure you were safe. You bit your lip to try and control your smile. I'm free anytime this week. Coffee?

[hornyforherbert]

Hi, sorry I was the anon that said #59 with Justin it autocorrected, I meant to say #50

You Came Over Just To See My Cat? ✧ (Justin Herbert)

Prompt 50. “You came over just to see my cat?”

CW: Fluff, Kissing

WC: 2047

A/N: didn’t mean for this to get so long i got a little carried away, i hope you enjoy!

It had been a long day at work, filled with endless meetings and tight deadlines. As I finally stepped through the door of my small apartment, all I wanted was to unwind and relax. But then, out of nowhere, a thought struck me - I missed Nova, Justin's adorable Bengal cat. Without another moment’s hesitation, I grabbed my keys and headed straight to Justin’s house.

I knocked on his door and waited for a response. After a few moments of me standing there, the door swung open, revealing Justin standing there with a quizzical expression on his face. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I came over to see your cat," I replied with a mischievous grin. Justin chuckled. "You came over just to see my cat?" “Of course i did! Look at her," I said, gesturing towards Nova who had just appeared at the door, rubbing against my legs.

"She does seem pretty smitten with you," Justin remarked, a hint of mock jealousy in his tone. "I told you she likes me more," I said triumphantly, scooping up Nova into my arms and giving her a few affectionate scratches behind her ears.

"I can't argue with that," Justin conceded, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on in. I think she's been moping around the house ever since you last visited."

The warmth of Justin's home enveloped me as I stepped inside. Nova immediately made herself comfortable on my lap, purring contentedly. Justin led me to the living room, where we settled onto the couch and caught up on each other's lives. "So, how's work?" Justin asked, leaning back against the cushions. "Oh, you know, the usual chaos," I replied with a wry smile. "But enough about that. Tell me about your latest football adventures."

Justin launched into a series of hilarious anecdotes about his teammates and the ups and downs of the season. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he recounted the thrilling victories and the nail-biting matches. Time seemed to fly by as we laughed and chatted, with Nova nestled between us, occasionally swatting at Justin's fingers playfully. It was moments like these that made me grateful for our friendship and the easy camaraderie we shared.

Out of nowhere, Nova jumped off my lap and dashed out of the room, her tail held high. Justin and I exchanged a puzzled glance before we heard a loud meow, coming from the kitchen. "What the hell?" Justin muttered, getting up from the couch with me following close behind. We found Nova perched on the counter, batting at a vase that teetered precariously on the edge. "Nova, no!" I exclaimed, rushing over to scoop her up before disaster struck. She wriggled in my arms, protesting against being removed from her newfound plaything. "I swear, she's more trouble than she's worth sometimes," Justin said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, hush, you love her and you know it," I teased, giving Nova a gentle scolding before setting her back on the floor.

As I turned around, I caught Justin watching me with a soft look in his eyes. It was a look I had seen countless times before, but this time it lingered, making my heart flutter inexplicably. "What?" I asked, feeling slightly self-conscious under his gaze. "Nothing," Justin said with a small smile. "It's just nice to have you here." "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I mentally kicked myself for the slip, but Justin's smile only widened.

We returned to the living room and settled back onto the couch, the comfortable silence wrapping around us like a warm blanket. Outside, the sky darkened and the first stars began to twinkle into view.

"Remember that time we went stargazing?" Justin suddenly said, breaking the quiet. “How could I forget?" I laughed, the memory coming back in a rush. "We ended up getting lost on our way back, and you were convinced we were going to stumble upon Bigfoot." Justin chuckled. "In my defense, it was dark, and the woods were pretty spooky.” “sure, blame it on the spooky woods," I teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. Our laughter filled the room, light and carefree. It was moments like these that made the world seem a little brighter, a little kinder.

As the evening deepened, Justin fetched a few snacks from the kitchen, and we indulged in a mini feast, trading stories and inside jokes. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, shattering the cozy atmosphere that had settled over us. Justin frowned, glancing at the clock. "Who could that be at this hour?" “I'll go check," Justin said, getting up from the couch. Standing on the doorstep was one of Justin's teammates, Keenan, looking a little out of breath.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, man, but the coach needs to discuss the game plan with you. It's urgent," he said, between breaths. Justin's expression turned serious. "Alright, I'll head out now." "I can wait for you to get back," I said, reaching for my coat. Justin shook his head. "No, it'll probably take a while. You can head home. I'll see you tomorrow?" "Yeah, of course," I replied, attempting to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Good luck with the meeting."

Justin walked me to the door, giving me a quick but sincere hug. "Thanks for coming over. Nova always brightens up when you're around." "Any time," I said, managing to put on a small smile. "Take care, okay?" With a final wave, I stepped out into the chilly night and made my way back to my apartment.

But no matter how much I tried to shake it off, a sense of unease lingered in the pit of my stomach. The next day, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was bothering Justin. He seemed distracted and preoccupied during our conversations, and even Nova's antics failed to bring his usual cheerfulness back.

"Is everything alright?" I ventured, as we sat in the cozy comfort of his living room. Justin hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words. "I'm just really anxious about the upcoming game. It's a crucial match, and I can't afford any slip-ups." "I understand," I said, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, and I'll be there cheering you on the entire time." Justin gave me a grateful smile, and for a moment, the heaviness in his eyes lifted.

As the days passed, Justin threw himself into rigorous training, leaving little time for anything else. I tried to be there for him as much as I could, providing encouragement and a listening ear whenever he needed it. Finally, the day of the game arrived, and the stadium buzzed with anticipation. I sat in the stands, my heart pounding with nervous energy as I watched Justin lead his team onto the field. The game was intense, with both teams locked in a fierce battle for victory. Every touchdown, every interception sent the crowd into a frenzy, and I could feel the tension mounting with each passing minute. In the final moments of the game, Justin found himself with the ball in his hands, the fate of the match resting on his shoulders. The air crackled with expectation as he surveyed the field, searching for an opening.

Luckily, he spotted an opportunity, and with a determined gleam in his eyes, he launched into action. The stadium erupted into cheers as he flew across the field, dodging defenders with effortless grace. And then, with a powerful throw, the ball soared through the air, landing squarely in the waiting hands of his teammate, who sprinted towards the end zone, securing the winning touchdown.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as the final whistle blew, signaling the chargers victory. On the field, Justin was embraced by his teammates, his face beaming with joy and relief. As the crowd began to disperse, I made my way down to the field, eager to congratulate Justin on the hard-earned win.

He spotted me from a distance and made his way through the throng of well-wishers, a radiant smile lighting up his features. "Y/N, I can't believe we did it!" Justin exclaimed, enveloping me in a bear hug. "You were amazing out there," I said, pulling back to look at his beaming face. "It's all thanks to your support," Justin said earnestly. "I couldn't have done it without you by my side." I laughed, feeling a spark of pride. "I told you I'd be there cheering you on. I'm just glad it all paid off."

As we made our way out of the stadium, the air was alive with jubilant energy. Justin's teammates clapped him on the back and offered their congratulations, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the camaraderie that bound them together. We headed back to Justin's house, where a small celebration was underway.

His teammates and a few close friends had gathered to toast their victory, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. Nova weaved her way through the crowd, basking in the attention and occasional ear scratch from the guests. Justin and I found ourselves caught up in the revelry, exchanging stories and reliving the most thrilling moments of the game. As the evening wore on, the guests began to filter out, leaving only a few close friends behind.

Justin and I found ourselves in the quiet of the living room, the remnants of the celebration scattered around us. “I can't thank you enough for being here today," Justin said, his expression earnest. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything," I replied, giving his shoulder a friendly nudge. "You're my lucky charm, you know that?" Justin said, a twinkle in his eye. "I think I need you at all my games from now on." I laughed. "Well, if it means witnessing more victories like today, then I'm definitely up for the challenge."

Justin leaned back against the couch, a thoughtful look flitting across his features. "I've been meaning to ask you something." “What is it?" I ventured, suddenly feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. "Well, with everything that's been happening, I've been doing a lot of thinking," Justin began, his gaze fixed on mine. "Thinking about what?" I prompted, my heart pounding in my chest. "About us," Justin said, his voice steady.

"I know I've been caught up in football and everything, but I've realized that having you by my side makes everything better. You're my best friend, Y/N, and so much more." I felt my breath catch in my throat, my mind reeling with the weight of his words. "Justin, what are you saying?" "I'm saying that I love you, Y/N," Justin said, his eyes searching mine. "I want to be more than just friends. I want to be with you, if you'll have me." My heart swelled with a mix of joy and disbelief. I had never dared to hope for more, but here was Justin, laying his feelings bare before me. "I love you too, Justin," I whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I've always loved you." And then, without another word, Justin leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle, tender kiss. It felt like the world around us faded away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the promise of a future together.

From that day on, Justin and I went through the ups and downs of life together, hand in hand. Our love only grew stronger with each passing day, and Nova remained a steadfast presence, ensuring that our days were filled with laughter, joy, and the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. And as I looked back on the events that had brought us to this moment, I couldn't help but feel gratitude for a certain Bengal cat who had unwittingly played matchmaker, bringing Justin and me together in the most unexpected way imaginable. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Justin, Nova, and I found ourselves woven into the tapestry of each other’s lives, and i wouldn’t want it any other way.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you to the anon who requested this. (I had a draft for this but it disappeared so I had to rewrite it, sorry for the delay!)

You do NOT have permission to repost (reblogs are good) or copy my work.

[lyrenminth]

A gift

Justin received a meaningful gift on his birthday.

After a nice dinner with family and friends, and now in the house quietly sitting eating his favorite pastry you made from zero. You could tell he was happy, and you were happy for him too. You love him so much you wanted him to feel that love.

You approach the table with a black box between your hands, when he saw you his eyes light up.

"Oh, more gifts?" he said, finishing the pie.

"The best for the last" you sang, putting the box in front of him and bending to kiss him on the forehead. "Happy birthday, Justin. I love you" you whispered.

He smiled like a little kid, and started opening the box happily. There were several gifts there: the first was a grey cap that he put over his head immediately. Then a smartwatch, the lastest version, he raised his eyebrows in a silent question

"I know you don't like a spent money on you, but it's your birthday, so just say thank you"

"You have give me more of what I deserve" he explained, opening watch's box, he stopped for a second. The design was simple and effective, exactly what he like it. "Ok, it's nice" you laughed, and he turned a little bit red in the cheeks. Finally, it was a book, there was only his initials on the cover, the green leather smelled so nice. "A book?" he asked, looking at you.

"A very special book" you said, excited.

It was the most expensive gift of all. You spent months doing it. Inside the book, there were letters from his family, friends, coaches and teachers since elementary school until now he was in the NFL. All of them telling Justin whatever they wanted to tell. You didn't read so much to keep the privacy. Some of them even include photos you've never seen before. It was a heartwarming gift.

He read the letter of his parents first. It was kinda long, but it was worth it to see his expression. He was holding back tears. When he read the letter Mitch wrote, he started crying a little. He flipped through the pages reading all the signatures that came at the end.

"Wow, everyone is in here" he said, in a shacky but impressed voice. "Even people who live far away"

"It took a little bit of work, but I feel it was important" you explained, holding his hand and squeezing it.

"I...I don't know what to say" he wiped away the tears, suddenly shy "Thank you"

"I'm glad you like it" unconsciously he held the book against his chest.

"You wrote me a letter too?" he asked, putting the book on the table a looking for your letter.

"Yes, you can read it later. When you are feeling sad or stressed. You can read any letter when want when you're feeling down"

One tear stared running across his cheek. He wiped immediately. "Fuck, I wasn't planning to cry"

"It's ok" you stood up to hug him, and he rest his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply. His big arms surrounded your waist, and you gave him tiny kisses on his forehead.

"I love you " he mumbled so low you almost didn't hear it. But your heart started beating faster.

"I love you too"

He looked at you from his wet lashes and brought you towards him to kiss you eagerly. He tasted sweet, and made you clench all your muscles. When you felt his tongue making his way, you stopped to take air. You were sitting across his legs, holding on from his thick neck...dazed.

"Why am I sitting?" you asked with a chuckle.

"This is your place" he said, looking for your mouth again.

[adoristsposts]

justin herbert winning superbowl and proposes to y/n on the field

author's note; oh ABSOLUTELY anon u ate with this idea!!! singlehandedly bringing me out of my writing slump summary; the superbowl was supposed to be justin herberts biggest win of the day- but he can't help himself from making it just a little better. word count; 5k warnings; mention of underage drinking, nsfw joke Lol! unedited characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

There was no world in which you weren't shaking with nerves and anticipation. You had grown up watching the Super Bowl on television. You had honestly never really paid it much mind unless your local team had made it through, and even then it was usually your teenage excuse to have a few friends round and sneak a few drinks. In the past couple of years, however, football had become integrated into your life in the form of a 6'6, 236 lbs sweetheart. When you and Justin had begun dating, the idea of it lasting had been far from your mind. You complained incessantly to your girlfriends about his schedule. "He's always busy!" You had whinged to them, far from dramatic. He always had practice or a game or team bonding. Finding a time he could carve out for you was hard. But damn, did he try. And it worked. Three years later, you looked forward to the familiar thump of his football bag hitting the floor on a Sunday to alert you to his arrival. After a win, he'd come to find you with a grin on his face and wild eyes, usually peppering you with kisses. A loss, however, meant he immediately took a solemn shower and put all that gentle giant weight on you to lie in your arms and soak in your affection. This year had been filled with wins. After two losses at the start of the season, the team managed to turn the tide and keep a strong string of games going. The result was enough to put them head-to-head against the Kansas City Chiefs in this year's Super Bowl.

And the Nevada heat was not helping you stay calm. You half wanted to peel your Herbert jersey off and stand in a refrigerator until the game was over. You were nervous for all sorts of reasons. Firstly, you wanted Justin to win. Secondly, you wanted Justin to get through the game without getting injured. The injury to his ribs last year, he liked to joke, had scared you more than it had hurt him. You would be happy with any result as long as he left the field in one piece.

So far, it was a close game. 21-31 in the fourth quarter, with the Chiefs leading. You couldn't figure out how you felt. You were bursting at the seams with pride as is, but you were desperate for Justin to win what he had been working towards for so long. Justin had played an incredible game so far. You and his family kept repeating so to each other, like a mantra that he would continue doing so. You wanted nothing more than to see them win this game, even if watching was growing more difficult with each passing second. Mitch and Patrick, his two brothers, watched standing up. They either perched, staring and analyzing the game in a way only a football player could, or paced whatever stretch of ground they could, discussing their conclusions. "He's doing great," Holly said, not really aiming the words at anyone. Your hands were clasped in hers, and you gave her a squeeze. The sweet moment was interrupted by Patrick's yelp. Your gaze snapped back to the field, and Holly let go of your hands as both of you stood up. There was a wide opening, where Keenan Allen was waiting. Justin's snap made it to him, and Allen set into the most determined run you had ever seen. He dodged defense, with help from Chargers players doing their best to block them from his path. And then- "Touchdown by Keenan Allen! The Chargers are beginning to close the very small gap between them and the Chiefs!" The announcer called. You and the Herbert family erupted in glee (as you had with every previous point.)

With just under a minute now left in the last quarter, 28-30 was beginning to seem like it would be the final score. Both sides were not letting anything or anyone pass. You could practically feel the tension radiating from the players. No one had sat down since Keenan's touchdown. The electricity in the box was too much for anyone to stay stationary. Your hands were clasped, pressed to your lips as you watched your boyfriend set up. He got the ball, pulled back, and paused. "Go!" Mitch yelled like Justin could hear him. And then, like he could, Justin started running. They had set up close enough, he could make it- you could see he was going to make it. You had never heard louder yells than in the second Justin made it to the endzone. The clock after that ticked down painfully slowly. But second after second, the Chiefs were unable to score any points that would put them back in the lead.

Then the game ended, and the Los Angeles Chargers had officially won the 2024 Super Bowl. You were right behind the Herberts as the four of them rushed out of the box and down to the field, Patrick dragging you next to him with a handful of your shirt. "Slow down!" You laughed at him. "You're dating a Super Bowl winner, there's no slowing down now!" He exclaimed back at you. You felt the warm flush of giddiness and pride. Justin was a Super Bowl winner. Your boyfriend. Your lovely boyfriend. When you made it down, the field and sidelines were already flooded with family and friends. A sea of red and blue. You were sure the pure, unadulterated joy radiating off of you was salt in the wound for the Chiefs players, but the moment you locked eyes with your boyfriend you didn't care. In a surge of energy, you raced towards him, your large smile somehow growing even bigger. When you reached him, you didn't even care that he reeked or that his pads were wet with sweat. He picked you up on impact and twirled you around. "You won," you told him. When he put you down, he kissed you quickly but passionately. "I'm so proud of you, babe." You said. "I love you." "I love you too." He said, smiling down at you. That damned height. His family caught up, hugging him and crying and showering him with love and congratulations. Once their excitement had faded a little, Justin wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side. He pressed his lips into your hair and mumbled something. "What?" You asked, pulling away. "Marry me." He said clearly this time. You froze. His eyebrows lifted as he waited for your answer, a shit-eating grin uncurling on his face. You couldn't think of what to say except for "What?" "Marry me." He repeated. His words sounded so sure, and the way he was looking at you- You reached up a hand and grabbed the front of his pads to pull him down to kiss you. This time not short, but definitely just as passionate. "Yes," You told him against his lips, "Of course I will." "Woah! Slow it down on the PDA, Justin." His dad laughed. Justin pulled away from you. "Sorry, dad." He apologized, "Just excited." "Don't let the Super Bowl get to your head," Mitch joked, reaching up to slap his little brother lightly on the back of the head. "It's not just that," Justin began, "I just kind of.." he scratched the back of his neck, unsure how to explain it. He looked to you for help. "I think we just got engaged?" You said, not breaking your gaze away from his. Holly let out a yelp of excitement, but Patrick beat it by a mile. "I call best man!" He yelled without missing a beat. From near you, Sebastian's head turned. "What did I just hear about a best man?" He asked. Justin rolled his eyes and groaned like the question annoyed him. Underneath it all, he was bursting with the anticipation of telling everyone. He had been pondering when to ask for months. There was a ring in the drawer of his bedside table that had been waiting for him to finally propose. But of course, he had to choose the spontaneous moment that felt right. He wished you had a ring to show off to the boys, but instead, he just had to tell them, "We're engaged!" The team exploded with cheers and congratulations, all still riding the high of the win. Still under his arm, you looked up at your now-fiancee with a sly grin. "Go shower and get changed. You and I are in for a very fun night." You told him under your breath. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised in a cheeky expression. "You're on," He retorted, beginning to walk away. "But don't forget baby, I'm a Super Bowl winner! It'll be a fun month." You ignored the curious glances his family and teammates gave you at his comment and tried to hide your bright red cheeks.

[lyrenminth]

i have you

As soon as Justin appeared at the door, you stomach knotted, and sadness spread all over your chest. Watching Justin looked defeated was something you dislike so much. You werenever going to get used to it. It was unbearable, for him and for you. He put his hoodie on covering his sandy hair and got into the car in a quick pace. You grabbed the steering wheel tightly, biting your lips nervously. He left out a tired sigh, without looking at you. You turned on the engine, insecure of what to say.

"Let's just go home. No need to talk" he said, sensing your internal battle. You nodded and drove in silence until you got home. You helped him to get his things inside. You noticed he touched his arm, opening and closing his big hand. An injury?

"What do you want to do?" you asked him. Standing close to the door of the living room.

"I wanna rest" he said, walking toward the couch. He didn't turned on the lights "If you are hungry..." you started. "Nah, come and sit with me" you obeyed, sitting with him, you searched for his hand. "This sucks" you whispered more for you than him. His little sad smile made you look at him. "Justin..." you started, his eyes were filling with tears. His face was tense and his jaw clenched, his pretty eyes staring at the floor.

Oh, you had never seen him cry before. And the ache your felt, you hugged him in response, speechless. "I... I'm tired. I try my best every time" he started in a shaky voice. He rubbed his face not-so-gently, showing how frustrated he was. "And it's never enough. What am I doing wrong?" you bite you lip hard, not able to speak. Because yes, he always tried his best, fighting until the last minute, working through injuries, and more. Since the minute one until the last seconds, he was fighting. "Justin, I... I'm sorry. I know you always do the best. And you played great... but" you made him look at you by grabbing his chin and lifting his face gently. His red eyes reflecting the sadness he felt, but he obliged paying attention to you "You know, is a team sport. It's not about Justin is about the Chargers. You know once a man said to me the faster you realize giving you all doesn't equal winning or achieving things, the better you will deal with those things. It doesn't mean to give up, just to be real"

He just stared at you, thinking about what you say. You were about to said "forget it" when he nodded. "You're young, and have a great career in front, please keep it up" you finished. He touched your hand, counting the fingers, and then intertwined your hands. "Thank God I have you" he whispered, pure devotion coming from his tone. You heart ached, and you felt so much love for him. "I love you Justin, through wins and losses, no matter what" he closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me" he said and briefly brushed his lips against yours.

[lyrenminth]

Here for you

Hey, this format is less personal, so if you are a Joe’s stand or a Justin’s stand you still can read it, it’s good they are both white lol 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” you got closer to him, analizing his expression. Brows furrowed, eyes staring at the wall fully focused. “You did your best”

He raised his hand, signaling “stop”

“Do not, I played like shit, stop it” he said. You pressed your lips together, a big sigh left your body.

“Yeah”

“Do you agree then?”

You shrugged. “For me you always play godly good, I’m biased” he sank more into the couch “Don’t be so hard with yourself”

“I failed”

“You’ll learn from this” he nodded, his posture told you to leave the topic for once. "I think you need something from me"

He looked at you, curious. His eyes got a little bigger when he was sad. You got closer, and straddle him. One leg each side, and you hugged him. Tight. Your face hidden in the curvature of his neck. As always, he smelled delicious. He stayed still for a couple of minutes, slowly he hugged you back.

You stayed like that, holding each other.

Nobody tells you how hard is to play a sports at this level. Everyone is going to judge you, criticize your performance. A mistake can cost you games, seasons even. You saw it first hand with him the sore body, the bruises...the pain. The weight on their shoulders, if they don't play well, the paycheck can disappear. Every year a new player could substitute another one. It was exhausting for him, for you.

"I'm proud of you, no matter what" you whispered in his ear. He tightened his grab, and left out a sigh.

"Thank you, thank you" he said back, and kissed your cheek.

You moved your head to catch his lips, he smiled against yours. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling you closer. The kiss was slow and passionate, like you had all the time in the world to explore each other. You broke the kiss to catch some air.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, touching his face. Trying to read his thoughts through his eyes.

"Better" he said, grabbing your waist with one hand, the other exploring your body under your shirt. His big hand traveling to your stomach and ribs, only to stop over your breasts made you start breathing heavier.

"I don't like to see you sad" you declared, slightly moving your hips against his crotch. His eyebrows raised, expecting more. You kissed his jaw, down his neck...biting softly his earlobe. "Let me cheer you up"

Something inside his pants started vibrating, you went still.

"Ugh, my phone" he said, annoyed. You lifted yourself a little bit. It might be important. He took out his phone. "It's my agent"

"Pick up" you prompt him.

"But we were ..."

"It can be later" you interrupted him. "Pick up"

He left out a sigh, got up and started walking away with the phone on his ear. What you thought it would be a short conversation lasted half and hour. After he finished his call he came back, looking for you. He put his head on your lap. if people only saw him like this...

“Can you play with my hair?” he asked. You laughed. “It relaxes me”

“Okay” you started running your fingers through his scalp, he closed his eyes “is everything ok?”

“Yeah” he murmured, “it is now”

[hornyforherbert]

Stay, if you want. (Justin Herbert) ✧

Prompt 25. Stay, if you want too

CW: Fluff

WC: 1498

"I really should be going," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I stole a glance at Justin, and my heart skipped a beat at his earnest gaze. Justin's brown eyes locked onto mine, and he took a step closer. "Or..." he started, his voice trailing off as he looked down at the ground for a moment.

"Or what?" I prodded, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. Justin took a deep breath and looked back up at me. "Or you can stay if you want to," he said softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of agreement. My pulse quickened, and I felt a warmth spreading through me. "Stay?" I repeated, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. "Yeah, stay," Justin confirmed, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, if you want to, of course. I just thought it might be nice to spend a little more time together."

I couldn't help but smile at his awkward charm. "I'd like that," I said, surprising myself with the sudden confidence in my voice. Justin's face broke into a relieved grin, and he motioned toward the couch.

"Great. Let's watch a movie, or we could order some food. Whatever you're in the mood for." "A movie sounds perfect," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Justin.

As Justin sorted through his collection of DVDs, I admired the cozy decor of his living room. Soft throw pillows adorned the plush couch, and warm, earthy tones filled the space, creating an inviting atmosphere. "How about this one?" Justin asked, holding up a classic romcom. "It's a bit cheesy, but in a good way." I chuckled and nodded. "Cheesy is perfect, especially on a cozy evening like this."

We settled onto the couch, and Justin hit play on the remote. The opening credits rolled, and I nestled into the cushions, feeling relaxed and content in Justin's company. As the movie progressed, I found myself stealing glances at Justin. His focused gaze on the screen, the way he chuckled at the funny moments, and the soft furrow of his brow during the emotional scenes—it all made my heart flutter.

“I can grab some snacks if you'd like," Justin offered during a brief pause in the movie. "Or maybe some popcorn?" "Popcorn sounds great," I agreed, feeling a surge of fondness for Justin's considerate nature. Justin nodded and slipped off the couch, making his way to the kitchen. The sounds of cabinets opening and the hum of the microwave filled the air, adding a cozy rhythm to the evening. As he returned with a heaping bowl of popcorn, I grinned in appreciation.

“You're a mind reader," I teased, reaching for a handful of the warm, buttery snack. Justin chuckled and settled back onto the couch, our arms brushing against each other as we shared the popcorn. With the movie coming to a close, I felt a sense of reluctance at the thought of leaving. The comfortable silence between Justin and me seemed too perfect to disrupt.

"So, what did you think?" Justin asked, casting a sideways glance in my direction. "The movie was great," I replied, finding myself lost in Justin's gaze once more. Justin's lips curved into a gentle smile, and he shifted his position, facing me more directly. "I'm really glad you decided to stay," he said, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. I felt a jolt of nervous energy coursing through me, but beneath it all, there was an undeniable warmth in Justin's presence.

"Me too," I admitted, my voice quieter than before. Before I could process what was happening, Justin's hand reached out, gently brushing against mine. My breath caught in my throat at the unexpected contact, and I turned to meet his eyes. "Can I be honest?" Justin asked, his gaze unwavering. I nodded, feeling the anticipation building within me. "I've been wanting to do this all evening," Justin confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

In one swift movement, Justin closed the distance between us, pressing his lips against mine in a soft, tender kiss. My entire body hummed with a rush of emotions, and I found myself leaning into the embrace, savoring the moment. When we finally pulled away, Justin's eyes held a silent question, searching for any hint of discomfort or hesitation.

"Wow," was the only word that escaped my lips, but the smile on Justin's face told me everything I needed to know. "Wow, indeed," Justin echoed, his voice filled with warmth. "I've been wanting to do that since the moment you walked into my house." My heart swelled with a mix of joy and relief. "I'm so glad I stayed," I murmured.

The evening melted into night as we continued to talk, laughter and deep conversations intertwining in the air around us. With each passing moment, I found myself falling deeper for Justin, and the feeling in his eyes mirrored my own. It wasn't until the late hours that I realized how late it had become, and a yawn slipped past my lips, surprising me.

"I should get going," I said, forcing myself to stand despite the reluctance in my heart. Justin nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, it's getting late. Let me walk you out." We made our way to the front door, the night enveloping us in a gentle embrace. The quiet hum of the neighborhood surrounded us, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

As we reached the threshold, Justin turned to face me, his expression tender. "Thank you for staying," he said, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability. "Thank you for inviting me," I replied, a soft smile gracing my lips. Justin hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating his next move. "Would you... like to do this again sometime?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

My heart skipped a beat at the hope in his voice. "I'd love that," I admitted, feeling a spark of excitement at the thought of seeing Justin again.

A genuine smile blossomed on Justin's face, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. "Goodnight, y/n," he said softly, his gaze lingering on mine. "Goodnight, Justin," I whispered, feeling a warmth spreading through me at his lingering presence.

As I made my way home, the night felt alive with the memory of Justin's touch and the warmth of his gaze. Despite the late hour and the weariness tugging at my body, I felt a renewed sense of hope pulsing within me.

In the days that followed, Justin and I found ourselves drawn to each other like two magnets, unable to resist the pull of our connection. We shared laughter, deep conversations, and quiet moments that seemed to stretch into eternity.

However, as our bond deepened, I couldn't shake the sense of uncertainty lingering at the back of my mind. It felt like standing on the edge of a precipice, the thrill of the fall mingling with the fear of the unknown.

One evening, as Justin and I sat across from each other in a café, the weight of the unspoken lingered between us, casting a shadow over the warmth of our shared laughter. "What's on your mind?" Justin asked, his eyes searching mine with a hint of concern.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing against my tongue. "I... I've been thinking," I started, my voice hesitant. Justin's expression softened, and he reached across the table, his hand finding mine. "You can tell me anything, y/n. I'm here for you." The warmth of his touch emboldened me, and I took a deep breath. "I'm just... afraid," I admitted, feeling the vulnerability unraveling within me. "Afraid of what?" Justin prodded gently, his gaze unwavering.

"Afraid of getting too close," I confessed, the words feeling like a weight lifted from my chest. "Afraid of getting hurt." Justin's eyes softened with understanding, and he squeezed my hand gently. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle. "But y/n, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I care about you, and I want to be here for you."

[lyrenminth]

If not love

"Lay on me"

"No way"

"Please"

"Justin, no"

"Please"

"I'm heavy"

He gave you an incredulous look, brows raising and everything. "I've carry shopping bags heavier than you" he declared dryly.

Justin was lying down on his belly asking you to lay on him and rub his back the way you knew. You never thought Justin could be this cuddly and demanding. But since the first time it was a revelation for both of you. It was completely accidental, you were wrestling (a bad idea since the beginning) playfully when you landed on his back. Justin left out an "uf" and then proceeded to ask you to do it again.

You left out a sigh. Carefully your laid down on his wide back, and started drawing with your fingers all over. He was wearing a t-shirt but you could see and feel the muscles underneath.

"You are so silly" you whispered, playing with his hair.

"I'm the happiest right now" he said, happily. "You're my tiny backpack"

You giggled, because it was true. You were considered tall, but Justin was next level. Sometimes he would fall asleep. Sometimes you would fall asleep. What was important was you enjoyed each other's company.

And what's that if not love?