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v6quewrlds · 5 months ago

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NSFW A-Z, JUSTIN HERBERT.

pairing⠀⁎⠀justin herbert x high school sweetheart!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀8.8k.

summary⠀⁎⠀nsfw a to z with justin.

author's note⠀⁎⠀had an idea for a fic with justin & a high school sweetheart reader and it spiraled into this. a mixture of blurbs & headcanons. might revisit this pairing again. warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, smut, third person [she/her], somewhat dom!justin vibes?, unprotected sex, creampie, discussion of masturbation, size kink bc duh, oral sex, dry humping.

A = Aftercare

It's never just one round with Justin. His stamina, much like his performance on the football field, is unrivaled. She can't help but feel a mix of exhaustion and pride as she lies beside him, both of them panting and sweaty. His arms, muscular and warm, wrap around her, pulling her into his embrace. He kisses her forehead tenderly, a gesture that feels both familiar and reassuring. In the quiet that follows her passionate escapade, his hands rub slow circles into her back, his thumb tracing the outline of her spine as if mapping the contours of her soul.

He was always just a little more still after they were tangled in their sheets, his heartbeat a comforting drum in her ear as she lay against his chest. She felt the gentle rise and fall of his breath, the steady rhythm lulling her into a state of pure contentment. His skin was a warm blanket, the scent of their combined sweat and the faint musk of their love a heady perfume that she breathed in deeply. She knew that Justin took pride in his aftercare, ensuring that they stayed warm and felt loved.

The two of them would lay together for a while, their bodies slowly cooling, their breathing returning to normal. Justin's hand would drift down to her waist, his fingers tracing the soft curves of her body. Her favorite part was when he'd lowly whisper any and everything that came to mind, sharing his thoughts as if he were reading from a diary that only she had access to. It was their little post-coital ritual, a time where no words were too intimate, no secrets too dark.

B = Body Part

Justin adjusted his dry fit shirt, blue eyes scrutinizing how the fabric stretched over his torso in the mirror. He rolled his shoulders back, watching as his shoulders broadened and his chest puffed forward with a breath. He ran a hand through his freshly trimmed, dirty blonde hair, the faintest smile playing on his lips as he turned his attention to find a Nike cap to complete the look.

She glanced over at him, parting her straightened hair down the middle to pull it into the neatest ponytail she could manage. With a stifled laugh, she shook her head at his vanity, but the love in her gaze was undeniable. She knew Justin's favorite body part of his were his shoulders. They were broad and strong, a testament to the countless hours he spent in the gym, sculpting his body to perfection. He'd flex for her often, joking about how they could double as a shelf. It was his way of showing off without being too obvious, and she found it utterly adorable.

"What?" Justin's eyes flicked to hers, catching her stare, the smirk on his face growing wider. He knew exactly what she was thinking. "You got something to say?"

She released a small chuckle, the sound like a warm breeze through a quiet room. "Just admiring the shelves," she teased, her voice light and playful.

Justin shot her a look of mock indignation before his eyes softened, a knowing smile playing across his lips. "What could you possibly like more than these bad boys?" He smiled, rolling her shoulder back dramatically.

She pretended to think, tapping her chin with a manicured finger. "Hmm, let me see," she said, her voice thick with playfulness. She stepped closer to him, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Reaching up, she gently touched his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. "I think I might have to go with these guys," she murmured, pressing her hands flat against his pecs and giving them a little squeeze.

Justin's eyes widened in feigned surprise, and he grabbed her wrists, playfully holding them away from his chest. "Woah, don't go getting any ideas," he said, though the heat in his gaze told her he didn't mind the attention at all.

She giggled, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "But seriously," she continued, "I love your smile. It was the first thing I noticed about you after I got over the height shock."

Justin couldn't hold back said smile from her comment, his cheek dimpling slightly as his cheeks began to flush pink. He leaned down, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Thank you, baby," he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

"What about me? What's your favorite part of me?" She asked, her voice a soft purr as she stepped closer, the warmth of their bodies mingling, her arms slinking around his slender waist.

Justin paused for a moment, his eyes scanning her face as if conflicting. "The PG answer would be your eyes," he said, his voice low and sincere. "They're like warm chocolate, inviting and filled with so much depth. But if we're being totally honest here..."

She felt a thrill of anticipation run through her as he trailed off, her pulse quickening. She knew where this was going and she liked it, a lot.

"The not-so-PG answer?" she prodded him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

Justin leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't act like you don't know," he whispered, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

She bit her bottom lip, her fingers pressing circles into his lower back as she felt the heat of his words. She knew exactly what he meant, but she enjoyed the thrill of seeing him speak the dirty thoughts she knew he had. "Oh, I know," she murmured back, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. "But I just love it when you say it out loud."

Justin chuckled, his hands moving down to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing teasingly over her nipples. "Well, if you insist," he said, his voice thick with desire. "The not-so-PG answer, your boobs. They're perfect, babe. So soft, but firm, and the way they fit in my hands..."

"Justin," she admonished, though her voice was breathless, giving away her true feelings. He chuckled, his grip on her tightening for a moment before releasing her.

C = Cum

Justin Herbert is a freak. That's what she thinks as she watches him get dressed, his body moving with the grace of an athlete, his shoulders flexing as he pulls on a clean, white t-shirt. She can't help but stare at his crotch, the outline of his semi-erect cock still visible through the fabric of his sweatpants. She bites her lip, remembering the feel of him inside her. His sticky cum warming her insides as she remains perched on their bed, thighs pressed together to keep it from dripping out.

Her eyes drift down to her own body, the way her chocolate skin glows in the soft light of their bedroom. Her breasts are full and sensitive, nipples still hard from the attention they've received. She runs her fingers over them and a shiver runs down her spine. Justin catches her in the act and raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing as he finishes lacing up his sneakers.

It's a strange, primal feeling, one she's never really been able to put into words, but it's something she's grown to love. The way he takes her so thoroughly, so completely, until he can't hold back anymore and releases himself inside her. It's like a declaration of ownership, a silent promise that she's his and he's hers. It's messy and raw, but it's also incredibly intimate.

"Should keep you warm 'till I get back, yeah?" Justin winked, he was always so casual about it, but she knew it was his way of showing he wasn't ashamed, that this was just a part of their love.

She nodded, tilting her head up as he hand reached down to cup her cheek, thumb tracing her plump bottom lip. "I'll miss you," she murmured, her voice thick with desire and a hint of sadness.

"I'll be quick, baby," Justin promised, planting one last kiss on her lips before he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. She watched him go, the feeling of his touch still lingering on her cheek where he'd touched her. She felt a pang of something, a yearning that made her stomach clench.

D = Dirty Secret

There wasn't much Justin wouldn't do to keep her happy, to keep her smiling and humming with satisfaction, but he had his own little secret, something that even in their most intimate moments he kept hidden. He had a bit of a voyeuristic streak. It didn't manifest often, and never in a way that would make her uncomfortable, but every once in a while, when she thought he was out of the room or busy with something else, he'd catch a glimpse of her in the shower or getting dressed and he couldn't help but watch. It was the way she moved, the way her body flowed like water, naturally and unabashedly.

E = Experience

Being each other's firsts for almost everything intimate, she and Justin had grown together in experience, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with the excitement of new lovers and the patience of old souls reunited. They'd stumbled through clumsy moments and laughed at awkward attempts, but with each encounter, they learned more about what the other liked, what made their hearts race, and what made them moan in ecstasy.

It took them a decent amount of time to work up the courage to talk about what they liked and what they didn't in the bedroom. But once they did, the floodgates opened, and they discovered a whole new level of intimacy. Justin was a quick learner, always eager to please her. He studied her responses like he was memorizing a complex playbook, making mental notes of what made her breath hitch and her eyes roll back.

F = Favorite Position

"Fuck," she moaned under her breath as she felt the familiar warmth spreading from her core. Her back was pressed firmly against Justin's broad chest as they lay on their sides, his lips pressing lazy kisses along her neck and shoulder. She whimpered as his cock nudged against that sweet spot, the friction from his movements causing delicious shivers to dance along her spine. "Gonna cum," she breathed out, her voice barely audible as she attempted to refrain from screaming out her pleasure.

Justin's grin was wicked as one hand held her open for him. His large hands gripping her thigh, his cock slipping in and out of her with a steady rhythm that had her toes curling and her nails digging into the bed. This was his favorite position, spooning her from behind. It was intimate, yet dominating. He could feel every inch of her, every shiver and tremble, every gasp and moan. It was like he was reading her body like a book, each sound and movement a page telling him how close she was to the edge.

G = Goofy

She tried to stifle a giggle as Justin's teeth nipped at the inside of her thighs. He knew she was ticklish, and the action was entirely intentional. "Justin," she breathed, half in protest, half in pleasure. He just chuckled against her skin, biting the sensitive skin again she erupted into a fit of giggles.

"You're so bad," she murmured, her voice a mix of reprimand and arousal.

"Shh, just relax," he whispered back, his voice teasing as he continued to explore her body with his mouth, his teeth grazing her skin.

H = Hair

Whether it was the hair on his head or in other places, during the season, Justin held very little space in his brain for anything other than football, her, and food. His blonde hair was often a messy halo around his head, the result of countless hours under the helmet and even more under the shower. But she didn't mind. She liked the way it fell into his eyes, the way it felt against her fingertips as she'd run her hands through it while they cuddled after a game.

And when it came to other regions, Justin's grooming habits were meticulous, much to her delight. He kept himself well-trimmed and clean, a courtesy that she appreciated more than he knew. She figured it was the locker room environment that forced him to pay attention to such details, but she liked to think it was just one of the many ways he made sure she stayed happy.

I = Intimacy

Her nails dug into Justin's biceps as he drove his hips into hers, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Sweat-slicked skin, their breathing ragged, the air heavy with the scent of their passion. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he pressed his forehead against hers. Blue eyes searched brown, looking for any sign that she was ready. When he found it, that little spark of pleasure in her gaze, he thrust harder, pushing them both closer to the edge.

Their noses nudged against each other, moans spilling into each other's open mouths as the intimacy between them grew, swelling like the crescendo of a symphony. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Justin's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck. His tongue traced the line of her jaw, lapping at the salty taste of her sweat, and she shivered in response, her body arching back to give him better access.

"Mm," she moaned, her voice a sweet hum of pleasure that danced around the room. She felt Justin's cock thicken inside her, his grip tightening around her right thigh as he increased his pace. Her hands found his hair, her fingers curling into the soft strands. She pulled his head back, exposing his neck to her eager mouth. He tasted like salt and sweat, a heady mix that sent a thrill down her spine. She lightly bit at his Adam's apple, core fluttering as he moaned in response.

Justin's eyes rolled back, his pupils blown wide as her teeth grazed his neck. He could feel the orgasm building, his balls tightening as her walls began to spasm around him. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, whispering sweet nothings that only added to the crescendo of pleasure building between them. He knew just how much she liked it when he talked dirty, but he also knew when to pull back and let the quiet moments speak louder than any words.

They were both experienced enough to know when the other was close, and she could feel the tension in Justin's body as he held back, waiting for her. She didn't need to say anything; her grip on his hair, the way her hips met his thrusts, told him everything he needed to know. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, her breaths hitching in that telltale pattern that signaled she was about to come. And when she did, it was like a dam had broken. Her nails dug into his skin, her back arching off the bed as a keening cry tore from her throat.

Justin followed her over the edge, his orgasm hitting like a wave, strong and all-consuming. He groaned, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he pumped his seed deep inside her. The sensation of her body contracting around his was heavenly, and he held on, savoring the feeling as it washed over him.

J = Jack Off

Neither of them are big on masturbation, not when they have each other. But when they're apart, like when Justin's on the road, she finds herself with more than just idle hands. Her fingers trace the outline of her clit, the memory of his touch guiding her movements. She imagines it's him, his rough palms and skilled fingers working her over until she's begging for more.

Justin rarely had time to indulge in solo play during the season. Between the constant physical exertion and his demanding schedule, his body was usually too exhausted to crave additional release. But on those rare occasions when the need struck him, he found solace in his own hand. He'd stroke himself slowly, remembering the way her tight grip felt around his length, her soft moans echoing in his mind. He'd close his eyes and think of her face, the way her eyes rolled back and she struggled to catch her breath when she climaxed. It was never the same as the real thing, but it helped to ease the ache of being apart.

Despite being more than comfortable with each other's bodies, they had only talked about their masturbation habits once or twice in college. Phone sex had, similarly, only happened once, a desperate attempt to bridge the distance between them when Justin had been at a summer training camp. It had ended with both of them feeling more frustrated than satisfied, the phone call quality too poor to make it worth the effort.

K = Kink

Being 6'6", it was inevitable that Justin had developed a size kink. The power dynamics that came with his towering frame and her comparable smaller one had become a subtle but significant part of their sex life. He enjoyed making her feel small and delicate, his hands spanning her waist as he picked her up with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bed. She, in turn, loved the feeling of being utterly consumed by him, his size a constant reminder of his dominance in the most caring of ways.

There was something about putting all her trust in him, letting him do as he pleased, that made her feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful. It was a thrill that never got old, and it was one of their unspoken kinks. She liked it when Justin took control, when he pinned her down and drew the sweetest sounds from her lips. It was like he was claiming her all over again, every single time they were together.

L = Location

Privacy had always been the most important thing to Justin. With his celebrity status, any slip-up could lead to a PR nightmare. In public, any hint of temptation was swiftly dismissed, a quick peck on the cheek or a squeeze of the hand was all he allowed himself. But in the confines of their sprawling Brentwood home, the walls of their master suite were witness to their uninhibited passion.

Their favorite spot was the large four-poster bed with the soft, white linens that looked almost virgin in their pristine state. But once they began to move together, the sheets would be a tangled mess of sweat and desire, stained with the evidence of their love. The room was spacious, with large windows that looked out over the sprawling backyard, but they rarely drew the curtains, preferring the dim light of the setting sun to play across their skin as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

On occasion, she and Justin indulged in their more adventurous side, pushing the boundaries of their comfort zones and getting carried away in the hot tub on their secluded patio. The jets of water caressed their bodies, creating a gentle, rhythmic pulsing that mimicked the throbbing between their legs. The night sky above them was a blanket of stars, twinkling down like a silent audience to their passionate display.

Other times, they would spill into the living room, eagerly pulling at each other's clothes as the fireplace crackled in the background, the flickering light casting shadows across their entwined limbs. The plush couch would creak under their weight as Justin took her from behind, her moans muffled by the cushion as she buried her face into the fabric. He'd whisper filthy things into her ear, his breath hot and heavy as he pushed into her, the friction driving them both wild.

The rarest of locations was the kitchen island. It was usually reserved for quick kisses and midnight snacks, but every so often it became the stage for a passionate encounter neither of them had planned. She had been up late, working on a particularly difficult assignment, and Justin had stumbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. She'd looked up from her laptop, bleary-eyed and frustrated, and their eyes had met over the gleaming countertop.

Without a word, Justin had set the glass down and crossed the room, his cock already hardening as he approached her. He'd hoisted her up onto the cold marble, the shock of the cold sending a delicious shiver through her body. He kissed her hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist as he ground against her.

Within minutes, the kitchen counter had become a battlefield of passion, her laptop shoved aside as they gave in to the animalistic urgency that had overtaken them. The scent of their desire mingled with the faint lingering aroma of dinner, and the cool marble a welcome counterpart to the heat of their bodies. Justin's hands roamed her curves, tracing her waist before sliding under her shirt to cup her breasts. He palmed them greedily, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting gasps that were swallowed by his hungry kisses.

M = Motivation

She stood eagerly along the sidelines, neck straining as she attempted to catch a glimpse of Justin, hoping to give him a good luck kiss before he took the field. The air was electric with excitement and anticipation, the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant aroma of stadium food wafting through the air. Despite the roar of the crowd, she felt a sudden sense of peace, her heart fluttering in her chest as her eyes locked with his. His grin was infectious, white helmet in hand as his long legs carried him towards her.

She felt a rush of warmth spread through her as Justin's gaze met hers, his blue eyes piercing through the chaos. She knew that look, the one that said he took note of her choice of attire. The oversized '10' jersey fell large over her frame, falling to her mid-thigh, black biker shorts peeking out from underneath, revealing her brown, moisturized legs. It was a tease she knew he appreciated, and she bit her bottom lip in a playful challenge.

Justin stepped closer, his matching jersey clinging to his chest, and whispered, "Love what you're wearing, baby," his voice filled with mischief. His hand slid down her side, grazing the fabric of her shorts before giving her a gentle pat on the ass. It was a simple gesture, but it was all the motivation she needed to feel a flood of arousal between her legs. She knew what he was thinking, what he wanted.

"Kiss?" She whispered against his ear, her breath hot and sweet. She knew he would never go for it but she always asked anyway, shamefully hoping to break him down one day.

"Can't risk it," he murmured back, his voice thick with regret. "But I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."

Her face warmed at the promise, her heart racing in anticipation. She nodded, whispering, "Go kick some ass, 10." With one last smile, he pulled away, the pads of his fingers leaving a tingling imprint on her skin.

Wins were always sweeter with her waiting for him. After the game, showered and dressed in his street clothes, Justin felt a new kind of energy coursing through his veins. The adrenaline from the win mixed with the anticipation of what awaited him at home.

N = No

Justin had always drawn a hard line when it came to what he was comfortable doing in public. He knew all too well the consequences of a misstep. Living in Los Angeles, there was always someone with a camera lurking, ready to capture the most intimate of moments. So he was firm in his stance that certain acts were strictly reserved for the privacy of their home. She was lucky if he did anything more than hold her hand or give her a peck on the cheek in public, even when the desire to devour her whole was practically eating him alive.

Even around their families, she and Justin remained relatively chaste. Exchanging quick pecks when they thought no one was watching, their thighs pressed together when he pulled her chair closer to his at the dinner table. It wasn't that they were shy or embarrassed, but rather they enjoyed keeping some things just for them. The secret glances, the knowing smirks, it was their silent love language that spoke volumes without a single word.

In private, Justin's hardest no was anything that didn't include her consent. He'd always made it clear that their relationship was built on trust, respect, and open communication. While he had his kinks and fantasies, he knew that pushing her boundaries without her full consent was a betrayal of the love they shared. He'd seen the way some of his teammates treated their partners, the casual disregard for boundaries that often left the women feeling used rather than loved. He was determined never to be that kind of man, out of respect for her and her comfort.

That line included any form of degradation. He recognized that being married to a professional athlete came with a certain level of scrutiny and pressure, and he wasn't about to add to that by treating her poorly in any way, especially in their intimate moments.

O = Oral

Gun to his head, Justin wouldn't be able to choose. He adored giving her head, worshipping at the altar of her pussy like it was the holy grail. Her taste was an intoxicant, the sweetness of her arousal a potent elixir that he never tired of. His tongue slithered over her folds, delving into her depths with a hunger that bordered on obsession. Her legs would shake, her back arching off the bed as he worked her over, her moans guiding him like a siren's call to a sailor lost at sea.

He would spend the rest of his life between her thighs if she'd let him. He always took his time, savoring the moment, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess. She would try to push him away, her body too sensitive, but he knew better. He'd hold her down, his strong hands anchoring her to the bed, and continue to lick and nip and suck as if starved.

On the other hand, he quietly craved the feeling of her mouth around him, the way her eyes would lock onto his as she took him in deeper. She had a way of making him feel like a king with every swipe of her tongue, every gentle suck. She was meticulous, eager to learn what made him moan, what made his toes curl, and what would make him come undone. And when she finally took him all the way in, her throat tight and hot, it was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Deep moans would dissolve into hitched breaths and curses as she worked him over, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. The sight was almost too much for him to handle—his beautiful, shy wife, on her knees, her mouth full of his cock. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, introverted woman he knew her to be in the outside world, but here, in the sanctuary of their bedroom, she was a goddess of passion, unleashing a side of herself that only he got to see.

It drove him wild, that secret power she had over him. The way she could bring him to his knees with just a look or a touch. His head would fall back, the veins in his neck standing out as he chased his climax, his eyes rolling back in his head. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she watched him lose control.

P = Pace

She felt the heat between her legs build as she squirmed on the counter, her pussy aching to be filled. She braced herself against the cool marble, her thighs falling open as Justin's hand trailed up her leg, teasing her inner thigh. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious torment that made her whimper for more.

"Needy little thing," Justin murmured, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her wanton display. "Pussy's begging for it, isn't she?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling. She was already so wet, she could feel the slickness of her arousal coating her thighs. Her cotton shorts were a flimsy barrier that she desperately wished would disappear.

Justin's hand slid under the hem of her shorts, his fingers finding their way to her clit with undeterred precision. He began to rub her in tight, firm, fast circles as he leaned in to kiss her again. The contrast of his roughness and the gentle caress of his lips was like a lightning strike to her core, making her quiver and gasp. She could feel the muscles in her thighs tense, the pressure building as he teased her closer and closer to the edge.

The kitchen light bounced off his silver wedding band, a stark contrast to his tanned skin as he slid his hand into her shorts. She gripped the counter harder, her stomach tensing. His thumb circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her on the precipice of orgasm. His other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her in place as his kiss grew more demanding.

Justin's hand slid down, his middle finger pushing into her wetness. Her legs quivered as he began to pump in and out of her, setting a pace that was both maddening and exquisite. She could feel herself getting wetter, her juices coating his digit. The sound of their kisses and her muffled moans filled the kitchen, the only noises in the otherwise quiet house.

Q = Quickie

During the season, their sex life practically survived on quickies. With Justin's demanding schedule and her work commitments, moments alone were scarce, making their stolen encounters even hotter. They'd often find themselves in the shower, the warm water cascading down their bodies as they kissed with an urgency that only came from knowing they had to be quick.

Justin would pin her against the tiles, his hand squeezing her ass as he slid into her, the steam rising around them like a curtain of passion. She would wrap her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as they moved together, the water making their skin slick and their movements more intense. The rush of pleasure was always worth it, even if it left them both panting and wanting more.

Quickies were a guilty pleasure for her, a chance to get her fill of Justin when time was not on their side. She liked the urgency, the way their bodies collided with no preamble, no time for shyness or self-consciousness. It was raw, primal, and incredibly satisfying, leaving her feeling both relieved and famished for the next time they could be together.

They would try to get their fill whenever possible. After a particularly intense game, in the morning before the world woke up, in the middle of the night when insomnia struck, and in the afternoon when they should be trying to nap.

The offseason was the direct opposite. They could go over a week without feeling the urge to jump each other's bones at every opportunity. It was a natural ebb and flow to their relationship, a chance to catch their breath and enjoy the quiet moments together. When they did have sex, it was usually slow and sensual, a chance to reconnect after the chaotic season.

Rounds stretched into a marathon of passion as she and Justin lost themselves in each other. Her nails dug into his back as she met every thrust with eager hips. Their bodies moved in a symphony of desire, the only music the slap of skin and the wet sounds of their union.

R = Risk

"How many times do you think you could come?" She asked, the question leaving her lips in a casual fashion as they lay entangled together in between crisp white sheets. Justin was still half-asleep as the sun began to peek through the windows of their bedroom.

Justin's eyes snapped open, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Is that a challenge?" he murmured, his voice still gruff from sleep.

"Now you pay attention?" She teased, her voice a low purr as she traced her fingers through his hairline, feeling the softness of the strands between her digits.

Justin's grin grew wider. "Always do, baby," he said, his hand snaking down to her waist, giving it a firm squeeze. "But I'm guessing you've got something in mind?"

"I think you've got two max." She said, her voice dripping with confidence. "You're always a little out of it after the first. But we can test it?"

Justin's eyes sparked with a competitive fire. "You're on," he murmured, rolling them over so that she was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips.

S = Stamina

Justin lasts unfathomably long. It's a trait that she both adores and is slightly envious of. She can rarely match his energy, often coming twice before he even considers announcing his own release. But she tries, oh how she tries. There's something about watching him, feeling him, that makes her want to push him to his limits. It's a silent competition they've had since they were younger and inexperienced, each eager to outdo the other, to give the most pleasure.

He's like a well-oiled machine in bed, his body moving with precision and strength that mirrors his performance on the field. But it's not just his stamina that amazes her, it's his ability to keep her on the edge, to read her body like a book, to know exactly when to push her over.

Justin's stamina wasn't just physical, it was mental too. He could keep going for hours, bringing her to the brink and pulling her back, only to do it again and again until she was begging him to let her come. He thrived on her reactions, the way her eyes would roll back, the way she'd bite her lip and arch her back, her nails digging into his skin.

T = Toys

It's just not his thing. She has a vibrator, a small pink device that she enjoys when he's out of town. It's not something they talk about often, but the unspoken understanding is there. They respect each other's needs and privacy. On more than one occasion, she's caught him staring blankly at the small, harmless toy tucked into her nightstand drawer, eyes squinted at his competition.

When they're together, toys are never part of the equation. Justin's hands, mouth, and cock are more than enough for her. Plus, the idea of sharing her with anything else makes him possessive in a way that's both thrilling and a little intimidating. He's not a toy person—her body was more than enough for him.

U = Unfair

She was perched in Justin's lap, sitting pretty in her favorite seat. His blue eyes were hidden from view as he released shallow breaths through his nose, trying his best to keep his hands to himself. It was a game they often played, one that usually ended with her skipping away with a self-satisfied hum and Justin glaring at her with a mix of love and annoyance.

Her hips rocked into his clothed erection, soft moans escaping her lips as she smiled with a wicked grin. There was too much fabric between them for Justin's taste, but he knew better than to push it. She had a way of teasing him that made him crazy with need, and he wasn't about to ruin the moment by rushing her.

"You're such a tease," he murmured, his voice strained as his cock grew harder against her.

"Poor baby," she pouted with a mocking tone, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the power of it made her feel alive. "I'm literally sitting on your dick. What more could you possibly need from me?"

Justin's jaw clenched as he fought the urge to rip her shorts off. "You know what I want," he said, his voice low and gruff.

She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "Do I?" she whispered, her teeth grazing his skin. "Tell me, baby."

"Sweetheart," Justin warned, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. Her hands pressed against his chest, using him as leverage to grind herself down on him. He could feel her warmth even through the fabric, the friction building a delicious ache.

"Mm?" she hummed, feigned innocence playing across her features as she leaned in for a playful, fleeting pull of his bottom lip. "Do you want me to stop?"

Justin groaned, his hands gripping at the sheets. "Fuck no," he managed to get out, his voice a desperate rasp. He watched as she pulled her shorts off, discarding the flimsy material to reveal her glistening pussy. He felt the heat radiate off of her, his own need making his vision swim. "Please, baby..."

"Hmm?" She straddled him again, her pussy pressing into his covered erection, her essence leaving a damp spot on the fabric of his boxers. "Tell me what you want, J."

Justin's eyes darkened with lust. "I want you to sit on it," he ground out, his voice tight with need. "Take my cock, baby. Wanna make you feel so good."

"Sweet boy, is that what you want?" She whispered. She slid her hand down his stomach, her fingers tracing the outline of his shaft through his boxers. He watched, breath held, as she hooked her thumb into the waistband and pulled it down, freeing him. His cock sprang up, eager and demanding, and she licked her lips as she took it in her hand.

V = Volume

The advantage of refraining from any public escapades was that they never had to worry about volume. In the quiet of their master suite, Her moans could fill the room without a care. With the door locked and the world outside oblivious to their passion, they could be as loud as they liked.

Justin is undoubtedly a grunter and a moaner. He's not shy about it, and she loves it. His noises are like a symphony to her ears, each one telling her exactly how good she's making him feel. It turns her on, makes her want to push him even further, to elicit more of those deep, guttural sounds.

The grunts are more common when he's driving into her deep, folding her in half with the power of his thrusts. The grunts start off low and slow, building up like the crescendo of a rock anthem before peaking and subsiding into a series of staccato moans as he hits his rhythm.

His moans were more common when she was on top. The visual of her full breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, was too much for him to handle quietly. When she leaned back, taking him in deep, her ass bouncing in his hands, he'd let out a low groan that resonated in his chest. It was a sound that seemed to echo through the room, a declaration of his need and a plea for her to keep going.

Regardless of position, he was a talker. Justin had a knack for whispering sweet nothings and dirty somethings that never failed to make her wetter. He'd praise her, tell her how good she felt, how tight she was, how much he loved her. It was a verbal foreplay that could make her come on its own. But when they were at the height of passion, the words turned into incoherent sounds of pleasure.

She was primarily a moaner, her voice rising and falling in a symphony of pleasure that was music to Justin's ears. Her sounds grew more intense as he took her closer to the edge, her breath hitching as she whispered his name in a plea for more.

When she came, it was always with a whined curse that melted into a breathless moan. Her walls tightening around him as she threw her head back, her nails leaving half-moon imprints on his shoulders. Justin's eyes rolled back, his own release a heartbeat away as he watched her fall apart.

W = Wild Card

It was one of those nights where the tension between them was palpable, the kind that made the air thick and charged. They had both had a long week, and the stress of their separate worlds weighed heavy on their shoulders. She had just come home from a particularly grueling day at work, her mind racing with numbers and algorithms that seemed to follow her into the bedroom.

Justin looked up from his iPad, the concern in his eyes unmistakable. He knew that look on her face—the one that meant she needed a good, hard fuck to clear her head. He set the device aside and stood up, his cock already twitching at the thought. "You okay?"

She looked over at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with need. "Just stress," she murmured, her voice tight. She was seated at the desk in the corner of their bedroom, glasses perched adorably on her nose, bright laptop screen casting a soft glow across her cheeks.

Justin could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the way she sat hunched over her work. He knew she'd been working overtime, trying to meet an impossible deadline while he was away at training camp. "Take a break, baby," he said softly, walking over to her.

"Can't," she murmured, not looking up. "Need to finish this."

But Justin had other plans. He stepped behind her, his hands sliding over her shoulders to massage the tense muscles. She leaned into his touch with a sigh, her eyes slipping closed as his thumbs dug into her neck.

"Let me help you, hmm?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid down her chest, cupping her breasts over her shirt, and her eyes shot open in surprise. She looked up at him through her glasses, a small smile playing on her lips. "Come to bed, babe."

With a nod, she saved her work and allowed him to lead her to the king-sized monstrosity that was their bed. He gently helped her onto it, his hands moving to her waist to pull her to sit on his thighs. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the mint of her toothpaste and the sweetness of her tongue.

His hands roamed up her torso, caressing her breasts before moving to her back to unbutton her shirt. She felt the fabric slide off her shoulders, the cool air of the air-conditioned room kissing her skin. She shivered as Justin's hands found her bra clasp and released her breasts. He cupped them, his thumbs teasing her nipples into tight peaks before his mouth followed.

She moaned softly as she ground her hips down onto him, feeling him throb with desire. He was always so hard for her, and she loved the power that came with knowing she could do this to him—make him ache and beg.

Justin's hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her squirm. His touch was featherlight, but it sent shockwaves through her body. He knew her so well, knew exactly how to make her crazy with want.

"Fuck, I'm so wet," she chuckled, her hips moving of their own accord. "How do you do this to me?"

Justin's smile grew wider, his hand moving to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "It was in my vows," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "To love, honor, and drive you crazy."

With a giggle, she leaned back, allowing him to pull her shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion. She straddled him, her naked body pressing into his, and the heat of his skin was like a brand against her own. His cock was thick and hard, nestled between her thighs, and she could feel the slickness of her desire coating it.

Justin's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if it was the first time. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His tongue danced over her skin, tasting her, marking her as his. Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her earlobe, her eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"Gonna clear that stress right out of you," Justin murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached between them, his hand wrapping around his shaft to guide it to her entrance. Her breath hitched as he pushed into her, his length filling her completely, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Their eyes locked as they moved together, the rhythm slow and deliberate. Every inch of him was a sweet torture, a delicious reminder of why they loved each other so fiercely. Her hips began to roll in a steady, mesmerizing pattern, her nails digging into his shoulders. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, a slow build that seemed to coil in her belly.

Justin's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, setting a pace that was driving him wild. His eyes were dark with lust, his teeth clenched as he watched her ride him, her breasts bobbing with each movement. "Talk to me, baby," he urged, his voice a gruff whisper. "Tell me how it feels."

She leaned back, her palms pressing into his thighs as she took him in deeper. "It feels...like - fuck," she managed, her voice breathy as she lost her train of thought. "I can't think straight, J."

Justin's smile grew wolfish. "Good," he murmured, his hips meeting hers in a punishing rhythm. "That's exactly what I want." He reached up, wrapping his hand around her throat, the gesture gentle but firm. Her eyes fluttered closed, moaning as her hips stuttered against his.

Their bodies moved in a silent conversation, speaking of love and need and a desire so deep it was almost painful. Justin felt the tension coil tighter and tighter in his stomach, his balls drawing up with the promise of release. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her pussy fluttering in anticipation.

"Gonna paint your pretty walls, baby," Justin growled, his grip on her throat tightening as he watched her pussy swallow him whole. The thought of coming inside her was almost too much to bear. He'd been fantasizing about this all week, about filling her up and watching her come apart on his cock.

Her eyes snapped open, her pupils blown wide. "Please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I need it. Need your cum, please."

Justin groaned, his grip tightening before he let go of her throat, his thumb tracing a gentle line down her neck. "Fuck, babe," he breathed, his own need spiraling out of control. He watched as she leaned back, her fingers finding her clit, her movements frantic as she worked herself closer to the edge.

Her back arched, her eyes screwed shut, and Justin knew she was close. He reached up, his hand joining hers, his thumb pressing into her clit. The sound of their joined moans was the sweetest music, and he could feel her body tightening around him, her orgasm approaching.

He slammed into her one last time, his own release crashing over him like a wave. Cum spurted from his cock, filling her up, just as he had promised. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him for every drop as she came with a keening cry.

Justin's grip on her hips loosened as he collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. She slumped forward, her forehead resting against his chest as she tried to catch her breath. "Goddamn," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

She giggled, the sound muffled by his skin. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice small. "I didn't mean to... I just needed..."

"Shh," Justin soothed, his hands stroking her back. "You never have to apologize for that, baby." He kissed her forehead, his heart still racing. "I know you needed some stress relief. I'm just happy to be the one to give it to you."

She leaned into his embrace, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her. She loved how he always knew exactly what she needed, even when she couldn't put it into words. His gentle touch was soothing, grounding her in the present moment.

"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes still closed. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. The cool air brushed against her sweat-slicked skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

X = X-ray

He's 6'6" and it's really pretty.

Y = Yearning

Between the two of them, her sex drive was the more insatiable of the two. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of erotic thoughts and desires, a constant throb of yearning that only Justin seemed to truly understand. She craved the intimacy of his touch, the way he could make her feel seen and desired. Her body responded to him on a primal level, a hunger that was never fully sated.

That's not to say that Justin didn't have his own moments of intense need. But it was different for him. His job was physical, demanding, and often left him drained. Yet when he saw her, his body responded with an eagerness that surprised him every time. It was like his body had a reserve just for her, a spring of desire that filled him up again the moment she was near.

Z = Zzz

It depends on the intensity of their session. Sometimes, they'd collapse into a heap of tangled limbs, panting and sweaty, and sleep would claim them almost instantly. Other times, particularly after one of their more explosive encounters, they'd lie in the aftermath, their bodies humming with satisfaction as they talked into the early hours of the morning.

Tonight, however, it was a quickie. The kind that left them both breathless and smiling, but with enough energy to spare for a little pillow talk. Justin's arms were wrapped around her waist, his chest rising and falling in time with her own. His cock was still hard, but he knew better than to push for another round—not yet.

"I missed this," she murmured, her voice sleepy as she snuggled closer to him. "Miss seeing you happy."

Justin's heart squeezed at her words. He knew she'd been worried about him, especially with the season amping up. The pressure was immense, and it was a relief to find solace in her arms. "Missed you too," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm always happy with you."

"I know, but I miss seeing that smile," she said, her voice still a little breathless. She leaned back to look at him, her brown eyes searching his blue ones. "You worry me sometimes." She admitted, her hand tracing his jawline.

Justin's smile grew soft, and he leaned into her touch. "I'm okay, sweetheart. Promise. I've got you to come home to," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth to her chest. "That's all the happiness I need."

#&. cassie writes.#justin herbert #la chargers #los angeles chargers #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic #justin herbert smut #justin herbert x black!reader #x black!reader #black!reader #x black fem reader #black fem reader #x black reader #black reader

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annlyticalarchive · 21 days ago

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PROLOGUE: The Start of the Worst Day Ever

”You will be different, sometimes you’ll feel like an outcast, but you’ll never be alone”

Mark Grayson X Kryptonian/Clark Kent! Reader

Prologue (Here) | Chapter One

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: First proper fanfiction, so fingers crossed. Reader is heavily based on the My Adventure version of Clark/Superman, as I planned for this story to just be very lighthearted, it is very much tonally similar to MAWS.

Also: very much inspired to post this bcs of @batsovergotham and all of her amazing works-

Today could not get any worse.

You clocked in like usual. Nothing new. Totally accidentally avoiding your actual duties as an intern and skimming the news for anything remotely interesting to check out in the field.

Then your boss, the Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Planet, called you in. Not that that was unusual, either. Unfortunately, your closest friend at the Daily Planet seemed to have selective hearing and only tend to catch the parts that might get you all in trouble. Not her fault those were always the most interesting leads to chase for a story, she would alway say.

No, what made today the worst was that you got sent to the morgue.

Not an actual morgue full of dead bodies, you didn’t have the stomach for that. You got sent to the newspaper morgue. Endless rows of flimsy filing cabinets lined the walls, most taller than you, with boxes of film reels haphazardly stacked on top. Almost every daily edition, interesting clippings, all theoretically, filed away in its proper drawer, in its proper cabinet.

Or so you were told.

In reality, the morgue was a disaster. Faded labels. Years jumbled out of order. Some folders completely bare of any identification. Your job today? Organize it.

Which is exactly what you’d been doing. Since six o’clock this morning. Well, five fifty, actually. Like your Pa always said: if you’re not early, you’re late.

You were perched on a scarily flimsy plastic chair, an absurdly overstuffed manila file balanced in your hands. It held a whole month’s worth of papers from 1989.

The days were completely out of order, and you were doing your best to piece them together while making sure nothing disintegrated in your fingers. Because even though every one of these had already been scanned and archived digitally, Perry insisted on keeping the physical copies.

“Simpler this way,” he would say. “More reliable.”

So, with your headphones snug over your ears, you got to work. At least you didn’t get dragged into interviewing some B-list celebrity or photographing some college football practice like your friends had.

Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the creeping sense of boredom. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t seen him in months, but you didn’t notice him sneaking up on you until it was too late.

A hand on your shoulder. A voice in your ear.

“So this is the morgue, huh?”

“Jesus—!” you yelped, jolting so hard that the stool beneath you cracked with protest due to you gripping it. However, if not for your instinctive grip on the seat, you might’ve shot straight into the ceiling.

Whipping around in the chair, you were met with a very welcome sight.

“Mark! Hey!” A grin split your face. You wrapped your arms around yourself, half to contain your excitement, half because you didn’t quite know what to do. “You’re back! And here! Why are you here?”

“You not happy to see me?” Mark asked easily as he straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest, as he smiled down at where you remained seating. That smile of his, the one with the dimples, spread across his face.

“Wha—of course I’m happy,” you said quickly, standing up and pushing your glasses higher on your nose. You spared a glance at the now-cracked chair and gently nudged it aside with your foot.

“Well, I thought about texting,” he said, rocking back on his heels, “but figured I’d surprise you. I know how much you love surprises.”

You squinted at him, unimpressed. Your hatred for surprises was well known and often ignored amongst your friends. Although some more than others.

Mark just grinned wider. “Besides, I’m here to rescue you from this glorified broom closet,” he added, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Hate to break it to you, but my shift isn’t over,” you said, gathering up the file you’d nearly forgotten. You carefully adjusted the papers inside, straightening the clippings like they hadn’t been abandoned for the last several minutes.

“What? But it’s four.”

A beat.

“It’s what?”

Mark laughed. “You seriously didn’t know what time it was?”

“There’s no clock in here!”

“You have your phone!”

“Yeah, for music,” you shot back, frowning at him. “I don’t exactly doom scroll like you do.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said, waving you off. “Come on. I’m starving, and you look like you probably haven’t eaten since sunrise.”

You hesitated, eyeing the disorganized stack of folders still waiting for you. “I really should finish this.”

“Should,” he said, stepping into the room and gently prying the file from your hands, “isn’t the same as will.” He raised a brow. “You’ve probably been here since, what? Six? Perry can survive without you for one afternoon.”

You sighed. “Fine. But if I get chewed out—”

“I’ll take the blame,” he said instantly. “Heroic of me, I know.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not heroic. That’s just decent.”

Mark grinned again, handing the file back so you could tuck it away. “Then I’ll settle for ‘decent’ and the chance to split a pizza with you.”

You paused, one hand hovering over the filing cabinet. “Thin crust?”

“Obviously.”

“Half pineapple?”

He made a face. “Why do you always ruin perfectly good pizza?”

“Because I can.”

Leaving the closet, you grabbed your small brown messenger bag and tucked your headphones into their proper pocket. The walk to the front of the building was a maze: down a flight of stairs, through a maze of cubicles, around two corners, and finally, the elevator down to the lobby.

How Mark had managed to find you at all was a mystery.

With polite goodbyes and a short chat with the sweet older woman at the front desk, you stepped out of the Daily Planet into the golden light of late afternoon.

“So, where did you say you went again?” you asked, trailing just slightly behind as Mark walked upstream against the crowd on the sidewalk.

“Family emergency out of state,” he replied with a shrug, still facing forward. He didn’t glance at you, just kept walking, hands tucked in his pants pockets.

“Oh. That’s— Is everything okay?” you asked, stumbling a bit as you sidestepped someone walking a bit too close for comfort. You caught yourself quickly, but the moment passed awkwardly.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just took longer than I thought it would,” he said, brushing it off with another shrug. But there was something off, an air of distance he didn’t usually have. He turned toward you with a quick smile. “How’ve you been, though? How’s your dad?”

“Pa’s fine. His cough came back, so that’s been a thing. But he’s stubborn. Ma’s good too, back home.” You answered half-absently, still watching Mark out of the corner of your eye. He wasn’t limping. No bruises. No bandages. But something still felt… off.

Mark held the door to the pizza place open, and you murmured a quiet thanks as the warm smell of garlic and tomato sauce welcomed you inside.

Like always, always familiar voice called your name.

The old man who ran the place, Mister Rossi, stepped out from the back, his mustache twitching with his wide grin, eyes kind and crinkled. “It’s about time you came around, Kent! The missus was worried you weren’t eating enough when I told her you stopped visiting.”

You laughed, now more than a bit embarrassed, as he looked over you both before his gaze settled to you again, already waving you both toward your usual table. “The usual, yeah? I’m making it two, you look like you need it. You need someone to feed that appetite of yours.”

You and Mark exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging that there was no winning this argument. Mark reached for his wallet and handed over a twenty as you chimed, “Thanks, Mr. R.”

“Sit, sit! I’ll bring it out fresh,” Rossi said before disappearing into the kitchen with a wave.

You sank into your usual booth and watched Mark across the table. He was tapping a rhythmic pattern into the wood with his fingers, eyes drifting toward the window but not really looking outside.

“So,” you said carefully, “want to tell me what really took you so long?”

Mark glanced at you, a flicker of hesitation in his expression before he covered it up with another smile.

“What makes you think there’s more to it?” he asked, voice light, but not quite casual.

You gave him a look. “Because I know you. And you’re being weird.”

He huffed a quiet laugh and leaned back in the booth. “I’m not being weird. You’re just suspicious.”

You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised.

Mark looked at you for a long second. Then, softly: “Some stuff happened. I can’t talk about it here.”

Your posture straightened slightly as your voice lowered unintentionally. “Is it bad?”

He hesitated again, then smiled, more tired this time. “No. I don’t think so at least. But it’s big.”

The scent of fresh pizza cut the tension for a moment as Mr. Rossi reappeared with two fresh hot pizzas and a pair of Cokes.

“Eat first,” Mark said, nudging a plate toward you as he kicks you underneath the table. “Then I’ll tell you.”

The two of you slipped easily into casual conversation. You both catching up on the last few months. Well, mostly you catching up. Mark was seemingly dodging every question you threw his way about where he’d been or what he’d been doing.

It was only when you’d finally had enough and opened your mouth to call him out that the door to the pizzeria flew open with enough force to nearly knock the bell off its hook.

You and Mark both turned at the sudden noise, just in time to see two familiar figures burst in.

Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen. Both panting, red-faced, and out of breath. Although Lois still had enough steam to spot you instantly, march across the room, and grab your arm with a vice-like grip.

“We need to go. Now,” she said, already trying to pull you out of your seat.

You let yourself budge. Not right away. You stayed just seated enough to let her get some leeway.

“Wait, what? Why?” you asked, eyes flicking back toward Mark to see his reaction but before he could answer, his phone started to ring.

He checked the screen, smiled a little too casually, and gave you a short wave. “You can go ahead. I’ve actually got something to take care of too. We’ll catch up later.”

You let Lois and now Jimmy tug you fully out of the booth, but your eyes stayed on Mark. “You sure?”

“Positive,” he said, already backing toward the exit on the opposite side. “I’ll call you after.”

“Let’s go!” Lois cut in before you could say another word, yanking you toward the door.

“Sorry for stealing her!” Jimmy called cheerfully and completely unapologetic over his shoulder as he trailed behind you.

Once outside, you gingerly dug your heels in an attempt to stop them. “Okay, what was that all about?” you demanded, frowning as they both were determined to keep you moving down the street at a fast pace.

“Prison break,” Lois said, practically bouncing with excitement. “Big one. High-profile, powered inmates. We’re going to be the first on the scene.”

Of course she wanted to be front and center. It could be the story that finally earned the three of you real bylines. Real journalists, real photographer, not just interns.

But your stomach twisted anyway.

Because you weren’t just a journalist. You were also the only one of the three of you who could take a hit from a rocket launcher and keep moving. And Lois and Jimmy, well, they were brave. Brilliant, even. But not bulletproof.

You had a decision to make.

Play the good intern and follow Lois into danger with your small notepad and pen, and Jimmy with his camera?

Or do what you always did in moments like this.

Disappear just long enough to come back wearing a different name.

#invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #kryptonian reader #invincible x you #mark grayson x you

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sctoru · 2 months ago

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Love For You <3

“You know im not able to control my love for you. Love for you, ooh-ah, ooh-ah”

summary: in which the bllk boys reacts to you biting their cheek bcs its definitely smth i'd do tbh 😻

fandom: blue lock

warning(s): swearing, grammar errors(?), very light suggestive (nothing too smutty or whatever), shidou being shidou but js pure fluff!!

characters: Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Shidou, Sae & Rin (im too tired typing to add more, im sorry, my loves 😭)

Isagi Yoichi

Honestly, he's so sweet, ion see him being bothered if you bite his cheek (i love isagi, he's so underrated 😔)

He had just finished showering after an intense football training and you happen to come swing by his house because you missed him.

You are now cuddled up with him on the couch while watching a movie, as he was so focused on the movie. You cant help but to just stare at him from moment to moment, admiring his existence.

"What's wrong? Is something on my face?" he finally turned to you with a small worried look and you just chuckled lightly.

"No, there's nothing wrong" you giggle it off, but despite you saying that, he can still feel your stare.

"Hey y/n—" before he could even finish his sentence, your teeth found his soft cheek and gently bit the flesh and bro just sat there frozen lmao. Despite how smart he is, he cant figure out what is happening.

You then leaned away from his cheek. "I-im sorry babe! you're just so loveable that i have to bite you!" you chuckled lightly, starting to think that maybe you've gone too far this time but Isagi just laughed it off.

"Should've just told me, no wonder why you've been staring at me" he chuckled lightly before patting your head (BRO'S JS THE CUTEST OMG UGH).

The two of you would share glances before eventually laughing together and he'll pull you into his embrace more.

He lets you bite his cheek again.

Bachira Meguru

He's so playful about it, you cant tell me otherwise 😭😭

Since Bachira is always so playful, this time, you think to yourself that you should be the one being playful.

So here you are on the same bed as your boyfriend who is having his 5th sleep of the day. Since he sleeps so much, you figured that you should try to wake him up.

Bachira was sleeping peacefully, his face looking towards the ceiling, his eyes closed and mouth gaped a little. You giggled to yourself before cuddling up to him, your head leaned towards his cheek. He let out a soft unaudible mumble.

"Bachira, you've been sleeping all day!" You whined lightly with a small pout and you may think that bro would only mumble but bro did a whole 180 turn, his back facing you 😭

"Later, Y/n" he mumbled with a sleepy tone and you whined.

"Bachiraaa" you tried to shake him gently to wake him up but of course this method would not work on that man.

You pouted again but an idea came up to your head. You leaned your face towards his cheek, you gave his cheek a small peck before eventually sinking your teeth onto the flesh of his cheek gently, biting it repeatedly but not with the intent to hurt.

"Y-Y/n??" He would mumble before his eyes finally jolt open to see you biting his cheek. he cant help but to let out a wide smile before you pulled away.

"You gotta wake up!" you crossed your arms while Bachira whined, "Hey that's not nice to disturb someone's beauty sleep!" He pouted and you cant help but to let out a small chuckle.

"Then stop sleeping" you stuck your tongue out at him and looked away. You hear him chuckling before suddenly he jumped on to you.

"B-bachira?!" you yelped lightly as you were trapped between his arms. "What were you doing earlier? I should do it to you as well!" he laughed lightly before leaning in to bite your cheek gently.

"Wait— Bachira, it tickles!!" you laughed and he hid a small chuckle.

The cheek biting ended up being a habit of you two.

Nagi Seishiro

At this point, you had to do it to get his attention from his intense gaming like cmon now

This guy has been playing nonstop, ALL DAY. That's the thing you have to put up with when you're dating him. His intense obsession with his games.

"Nagiiii" you'd whined at him as he was playing with his xbox and with his gaming headphones on. Hells, he didnt even heard your whine 😭

You pouted as your boyfriend kept clicking with his controller, he was playing fortnite...AGAIN.

You sighed to yourself as you scooted closer to him, leaning your head onto his shoulder. When he felt something on his shoulder, finally his eyes flickered onto you for a sec.

"What is it, Y/n?" he asks, his voice was low, smooth and gentle with a hint of his lazy tone. You only snuggled onto his shoulder and murmured, "Nothing..."

It was pure silence for a moment before you looked at him and something in you wanted to do something crazy like...randomly biting his cheek. You just love him so much, you cant help it.

As he was mumbling to himself, you leaned onto his cheek and gave a soft bite, your teeth sinking onto his cheek and he remained still for a second before he placed down his controller, you immediately pulled away. Scared that he's annoyed

He took of his headphones before looking at you, "You need my attention, baby?" He asks softly and you cant help but to form a smile on your lips with a small nod.

Bro ended up taking a break playing his xbox to cuddle with you.

"You should bite my cheek again if i've played too much and you feel neglected."

Shidou Ryousei

Ong, would be the freakiest about it. Bro would be sooo into it 😭

You're just bored atp. Your boyfriend has been binge watching football videos nonstop and is so hooked about it.

You were sat on the bed next to him, his laptop on his lap as you both watched random football videos that could get him "entertained".

Its not that you hate football but its been HOURS and its getting boring..so..you had many thoughts in mind since you're bored while your boyfriend was grinning creepily while looking at the screen.

"Damn, if i see that goal in real life, would've busted like crazy!" He said clearly with amusement, and whenever you see him in this state..you sometimes think to yourself that maybe your boyfriend was also into men (but that's a talk for another day 😝).

As he was watching intensely, you were crazy with boredom. It started with you playing with his hair then his neck, tracing lines on his neck then eventually out of sudden reflex you leaned in to sink your teeth into the flesh of his cheek. Of course it was not a hard bite but a light one.

When i tell you bro immediately closed his laptop...HE DID 😭.

"Babe, didn't knew you were into that too! 😈" He would say as he turned his attention to you. "Shidou, i did that just to get you off that laptop", you would chuckle at him.

"But that felt good, i could feel it rush to my veins!—"

"Shidou, dont get me started"

He would ask you to do it more (during the deed too....)

Sae Itoshi

He wouldn't even let you do it at first tbh 🙂‍↕️ cuz bro is so protective of his skin...like he has a ton of skincare for his face in his bathroom

You two are in the car, both of you are in the passenger seat while his driver is the one driving and he was taking a call.

You were beside him, giving him few glances while he was calling. You just cant help but to admire the famous midfielder you're dating, he's just perfect. Perfect and beautiful.

While he was calling, you were fidgeting your fingers, you just love him so much to the point you have a random thought to bite his cheek and you know yourself that it's crucial to do such thing.

But well..you just love him so much, you cant help but to risk it (i would too 😔).

You leaned in lightly but before you can even sink your teeth, he paused and placed his free hand on your face. Stopping you from going even further.

"I'll hang up." he said with his usual cold tone towards his phone before he closed his phone and turned to you. "What are you even trying to do?" he sighs lightly, his cold eyes stared deeply into yours but there was no hint of anger or annoyance, just pure confusion.

You cant help but to get embarrassed by his question. "N-nothing! J-just forget it!" you stuttered. "I was trying to...um...bite your cheek..." you muttered and when you said your reason, he was just silent and looked at you like "🤨😟".

"You are just so perfect and i love you so much so i cant help it!" you tried to defend yourself despite the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment took over you. He just stared at you again before taking a deep breath.

"As long as you dont get your saliva on my cheek, its fine" he sighed as he looked away, looking towards the window of the car. You squealed in happiness at his words.

He defo has a soft spot for you.

He'd allow you to bite his cheek in private.

Rin Itoshi

Acts like he's annoyed but is secretly ok with it 😭

So...it all started with you trying to explore more with this guy. And you are trying to show him more depth of your affection by...biting..

This man is always about football, so once he is done with his training and headed to your house to hang out a bit, you are excited.

"Im here" he would walk in and place away his shoes, "I need a damn shower" he sighed lightly as he looked at you.

"Yeah. you can use my shower" you would say as you walked closer to him, he'd let you give him a peck on the lips for a greeting.

But after the small peck, his eyes widened when he felt your teeth sank into his cheek gently. Realising he wenr stoic, you pulled away after a few seconds. His eyes would look at yours.

"What the fuck?" He'd ask out of small confusion and a slight teenie weenie annoyance and you'd raise your eyebrows at him.

"What? i cant show more in-depth of my love for my boyfriend?" you'd scoff lightly, hiding a small smile.

"By biting?" he asks. This man would be slightly so diva about it tbh 😭.

"Yes?? so what? got a problem?" you'd raise your eyebrows at him while he gave you a aide eye as if you had just committed a crime against him.

He'd mumble something unaudible before he sighed. "Whatever..do what you want. Im going to shower" he'd try to brush it off as he went past you to use your shower.

He'll get used to it.

A/N: hey so..its been a while and yes im alive!! 😍 This is my first post in a while and im sorry for being gone for too long, im so busyyy. I promise to try to upload any time i can but for the moment im giving you guys this post! So sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it's bad :( enjoy!!!

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #nagi x reader #shidou x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #fluff!#Spotify

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lewisvinga · 1 year ago

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stay away ! | pablo gavi x fem! real madrid player! ! reader

summary; after their relationship goes public, pablo has to face threats from a certain team over his girlfriend, the baby of the team

fc; carla camacho

warnings; ?

notes; requested ! MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED 🤒😫😫

masterlist !

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; hubba hubba pablogavi ] [caption 2; mi amor 🩷]

lindacaicedo__11 replied to your story !

lindacaicedo__11 q es esto ??? [what is this ???]

atheeneeaa_10 replied to your story !

atheeneeaa_10 uuuuhmmmm,,,, y/n??

vinijr replied to your story !

vinijr y/n?? why are you dating a b*rca player ??????

carolineweir95 replied to your story !

carolineweir95 since when have you been in a relationship????

carolineweir95 with someone from the rival team too????

pablogavi replied to your story !

pablogavi couldn’t even ease ur teammates into knowing, just a straight hard launch 😭😭😭

yourusername i like to give them heart attacks for funsies sometimes 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

yourusername they’re already going crazy, even vini😭😭😭

pablogavi yeah if a barca femeni player was dating one of ur guys i’d question ur morals and thought process🤒

yourusername so he’s right for questioning my morals and thought process 🤔🤔

pablogavi no your morals are right bc ur dating me 😁😁😁

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yourusername: what a long but exciting week 🥸

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pablogavi: siempre tan bella [always so beautiful]

yourusername: 🥹🫶

olgacarmona7: she’s a child.

yourusername: we’re the same age olga

pablogavi: we’re the same age tho🤨

atheeneeaa_10: STAY AWAY FROM HER🤺

username: it’s like that one demi lovato meme 😭😭😭

username: the scars on her leg 🙁

username: LINDAAA

username: omg jude

username: starboy and stargirl of real madrid iktr

judebellingham: nah why do i look so awkward

yourusername: just a bit 😕😕

lindacaicedo__11: 😋👍

yourusername: 😁

username: the way the squad is so protective of her is so 😭😭

username: y/n acting like nothing happened after hard launching her relationship w gavi is the level of idgaf i aspire to be at 🤭

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yourusername: 🤍🤍

tagged; pablogavi

paablogavi: think ❤️💙 is a better combo😁

sofie.svava: no.

yourusername: you’re on thin ice , babe , very thin

kathellensousa: stay away🤺🤺

pablogavi: always supporting the loml 😁❤️💙

yourusername: always supporting the loml too😁🤍🤍

username: not them using their team color for hearts im 😭😭

username: i’m a culer but omg i love y/n sm😞😞

username: pls i love them

username: football’s power couple fr 😍

frejaolofssonn: ouuuu girl….

judebellingham: exactly what i said 🙄🙄🙄

camavinga:🙄🙄🙄🙄

yourusername: i can say a lot abt u three watch it 🙄

carolineweir95: as long as you’re happy 😕😕

pablogavi: she is😁

lindacaicedo__11: let her speak for herself 😒

yourusername: you’re all drama queens 😭

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pablogavi: mi amor ❤️‍🩹

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: amorrrrr🫶🫶

yourusername: tqqq🥹 [ily]

pablogavi: tqqqq❤️

username: she’s so cute :(

username: the 2nd pic…. MIGHT go crazy idk

pedri: simp

pablogavi: and proud 😌

olgacarmona7: i mean….. she looks happy :/

lindacaicedo__11: i guess this is ok

sofie.svava: barley ok let’s be fr

judebellingham: sigh….

pablogavi: 🤨🤨

yourusername: shhhh they’re slowly going into the acceptance phase

username: jude wyd here

atheeneeaa_10: watch your back if i see a single hint of sadness come from her bc of you.

pablogavi: aye aye 🫡

username: sad day for the gavi girls 🕊️🕊️

username: i ADORE them

username: they’re so😞😞

username: Y/NNNNNNN

username: enemies to lovers fr

username: the merengue x culer combo goes hard tbh

#football smau #footballer x y/n #football player x reader #footballer x reader #football imagine #football imagines #football scenarios #football one shot #pablo gavi scenarios #pablo gavi imagine #gavi scenarios #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #pablo gavi smau #gavi smau

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imaginesig · 1 year ago

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"Ditch the clowns, get the crown / Baby, I'm the one to beat"

Pt. 2 of “Can someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived”

Lewis Hamilton x ex!reader (barely)

Joe Burrow x singer!reader

SMAU

What happened between the breakup and Y/n's release of "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros." Once again I stole this entire story line from Taylor Swift. The timeline doesn't line up perfectly with the original but I do what I want

Music themed masterlist

Complete masterlist pinned on my profile

Yn_updates

Liked by user4, user83, user92, and 920,092 others

Yn_updates: after the drop of TTPD Y/n was seen at the Cincinnati’s Bengals game today!!

tagged: yn_ln

user1: she rlly said, bye futbol and went back to her roots

user2 it’ll always be Y/n and her little drink against the world

user3 chat what is going on

user4 I need Twitter to get working on a timeline bc the breakup album just dropped, but we think her and Lewis might have been broken up for a while before she went on break, but now she’s writing for a new man who is possible on either the Bengals??

yn_updates

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yn_updates: Y/n at the last regular season Bengals game!

tagged: yn_ln

user1 ugh why does her break have to end before playoffs!! I don't want her to miss any games!!

user3 same! I've enjoyed seeing her and her fits

user2 even if it didnt the Bengals aren't predicted to go far this year

user4 I NEED to know what's happening bc there is no way she just up and decided to attend football games this religously

user5 and they're not just any football games, Bengals games. she didnt even grow up a Bengals fan, she was raised a Titan's fan

yn_ln

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Yn_ln: Ugh South America!! Y’all are as beautiful as sparkling lights at midnight!! Big kisses to you all!! 🫶🫶

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user1 ahh best night of my life!!!

user2 she was so giddy and happy tonight

user3 im glad someone else noticed

user4 guys the surprise songs tonight where the first ones since the breakup about Lewis that she wasn't mad or sad

user5 was Lewis in attendance? Are my parents back together??

user6 nope, while Y/n was giggling her way through Delicate Lewis was attempting to overtake Lando in Italy

user7 we all see her smile right??

user8 I NEED to know who was behind it

user9 I've been searching but as of right now no one other than family and close friends were in the VIP tents

user10 when she sang it seemed like she directed it in one area of the crowd not the tents, so maybe this mystery person was on the floor

user11 normally I would call this theory crazy but people who were there said it was clear the second surprise song was clearly aimed at someone in the audience, but no ones been identified yet...

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: "You look like bad news, I gotta have you" or sum

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User12 HE DID NOT

user1 WHAT

user2 guys is this who I think it was

user3 my worlds just collided

lahya10_ great night- one for the books!

joeyb_9 you got that right

user4 OMG JOEY B AND J'MARR AT A Y/N CONCERT??

user5 im assuming we're all thinking the same thing...

user6 they were on the floor too, not in tents

user7 J'marr only posted a story about the night and didnt dress up, so it has to be Joe

user8 THE CAPTION HELLO

user9 brother thinks putting "or sum" makes it less obvious

user10 what if he's just a girl like us with hyper specific captions

user11 the fact that he dressed up on theme for the concert made him 10x hotter

bengals

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bengals: "It's been a long time coming..." 🏆

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user1 admin you aint slick 🤨

user2 AND THE BENGALS ARE SUPER BOWL CHAMPS WHOOO

user3 AHHH DID ANYONE ELSE SEE Y/N'S FACE AT THE END

user4 her face?? Babe I saw her whole body go flying up when they won!

user5 ugh she's a good luck charm across all sports

User6 but this time the man backed her up with his own skill…

User7 damn Y/n fans switch up quick

joeyb_9

liked by yn_ln, teehiggins, bengals, and 918,289 others

joeyb_9: WE'RE CHAMPS BABY

tagged: bengals, yn_ln

yn_ln so proud!!

joeyb_9 ♥️

lahjay10_ HELL YEAH BROTHER

joeyb_9 💪💪

teehiggins that’s how we do!!

joeyb_9 that's how we do 👏👏

User1 OMG HIM AND Y/N???

User2 their celebrations were adorable!!

user3 I’m glad after all the speculation they’ve made it official \

user4 He is not afraid of showing her off🥹

user5 it makes me so happy for her

yn_ln

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yn_ln: I'm with the winning team

tagged: joeyb_9

joeyb_9 so much better than a good luck charm ♥️

yn_ln ♥️♥️

user1 Lewis punching the air rn

user2 fr, she really called him a loser with the caption

user3 lmao I love shady Y/n

user4 HER AND JOE?? THATS THE CUTEST PIC EVER

user5 IKR

user6 THEY'VE BEEN PUBLIC FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS AND THEY ALREADY MAKE ME FEEL SO LONELY

user7 is she with the winning team or are they the winning team??

user8 y/n and Joe >>>

Yn_ln

liked by user79, user91, user91, and 918,901 others

Yn_ln: surprise!! "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros" out now!! This edition includes two new songs, "So High School" and "The Alchemy"

tagged: no one

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Twitter post songs release:

Twitter first Paris show:

yn_ln

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yn_ln: Fuck me up *Paris*!!!

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user1 AHHH TTPD SET WAS INCREDIBLE

user2 ugh buying more tickets now bc I HAVE to see the new set

User3 all the symbols I CANT

User4 she looked so stunning

User5 I cannot y’all Joe was there!!!!

user6 I lost my mind at all their moments!! Hes so shameless unlike Lewis

User7 Paris was so lucky!!

user8 it was adorable to see Joe smiling and SINGING all throughout the show, including his songs/TTPD set

user9 ahhh the singing got me!!! her exes would never

user10 all the friendship bracelets her received and wore-- he was so cute

user11 I love that he has arms full and refused to relive himself of any!!

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Baby, you're the one to beat ♥️

tagged: yn_ln

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@toldyouitwasamelodrama

@swifth0lic

@erbri3r

#cincinnati bengals #bengals x reader #joe burrow imagines #Joe burrow #lewis hamilton smau #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #Joe burrow smau #football x reader #football smau #nfl #nfl draft #nfl imagine

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7-deadly-cats · 25 days ago

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killing me softly | summary

➥ K M S M A S T E R L I S T

!!! W A R N I N G !!! this contains spoilers for the killing me softly series

// N O N - C A N O N

C H A R A C T E R S

C A R A H A L L ➥ bsf of reader since childhood ➥ kook princess, blonde bombshell ➥ energetic, bold, loyal to the bone, partygirl, hello kitty girl but with a boxer mouth, #1 supporter of reader x rafe ➥ smokes weed regularly and gets it from barry ➥ highkey ships barry and reader ➥ almost hooked up with topper once at a beach party bc he was too drunk but he chickened out ➥ has a terrier called Diggory (Dig)

M O L L Y C R A N E ➥ friends with reader ➥ kook, also visits kildare academy ➥ red hair, green eyes, freckles ➥ sweetheart, gentle, supportive, straightforward tho

C H R I S R E I D ➥ jock, captain of football team at kildare academy ➥ kook asshole, blond hair, athletic build ➥ occasionally buys coke from rafe ➥ known for hooking up with girls (actually a perv) ➥ physically superior to rafe

R O B E R T L E W I S ( R O B ) ➥ originally from Wilmington ➥ neither kook nor pogue, rich guy nonetheless ➥ good friend of kelce & surfer buddy of topper ➥ golden retriever, respectful, kind, social butterfly ➥ rafe despises him (unknown to rob)

G R A C I E M A L O N E ➥ ruthie's bsf ➥ kook princess, visits kildare academy ➥ rafe's ex-fwb (only had a thing for like a week) ➥ laidback, pretty much ruthie's shadow

// T I M E L I N E O F E V E N T S

S T A T U S Q U O ➥ beginning of senior year ➥ reader has been crushing on rafe since 5th grade from afar ➥ they haven't really spoken before

W E E K O N E

M O N D A Y

CH. 1 ➥ reader and rafe get paired up for a 2-week-long project in art class centering on a reinterpretation of the greek gods ➥ rafe asks reader to meet during lunch to work on it ➥ reader freaks out in the restroom but she handles it ➥ she meets rafe at the school's gym, topper and kelce also chit chat with her, then rafe and her leave for the dining hall

CH. 2 ➥ in the dining hall of school, they work out some first ideas ➥ they have a misunderstanding with rafe thinking she believes he's a fuckboy for saying "he's an expert in this field" when talking about player god zeus but reader was actually referring to his knowledge about greek mythology ➥ later rafe texts her out of nowhere

CH. 3 ➥ at home, reader freaks out about rafe getting her number but she texts back, cringing at herself ➥ waiting for his response, she asks cara to hang out at the beach ➥ both of them have a little interaction with jj as he strolls over bc of diggory, cara's dog ➥ back at home, reader and rafe text a little ➥ they plan a second project session for the next day via text messages

T U E S D A Y

CH. 4 ➥ reader exchanges her front row seat in economics with a back row seat next to rafe ➥ rafe has her back in a tricky question from the teacher ➥ rafe snaps for the first time bc reader brings up ward's former pogue bg ➥ rafe forgot about his pizza date with kelce and topper and suggests to work at kelce's instead ➥ in the car, rafe makes a move to calm reader's nerves by giving her wheezie's fidget spinner

CH. 5 ➥ at kelce's, rafe is very insistent on getting to know if reader has a thing for kelce, wondering if that's why she's so nervous ➥ rafe is distant afterward but after a little awkward accident with reader brushing his thigh while trying to snap her ipad out of his hands, the tension dissolves ➥ rafe asks her to work at his place the next day bc he thinks a more private environment might calm her nerves ➥ reader declines with a lie about having planned sth with cara, but she's just scared he's looking for a hookup

CH. 6 ➥ rafe's distant again and reader leaves kelce's shortly after ➥ at home, she spirals HARD and panicking, she texts rafe trying to plan a new project session but he replies dryly then leaves her on read ➥ rafe rants to topper and kelce bc of her turndown; topper thinks he's overwhelming her and kelce thinks reader believes rafe's just hanging on her ass for the project and also trying to get in her pants ➥ frustrated by the situation, rafe confronts her via messenger

CH. 7 ➥ they get into a heated argument with reader deflecting his arguments and rafe claiming he's dropping out of the project

W E D N E S D A Y ➥ in school, kelce mentions rafe being pissed to reader ➥ reader tries to avoid rafe but fails as he spots her and confronts her about the situation ➥ after a tense back-and-forth, reader gives in and admits her worries and that she lied and also explains overthinking is a huge problem of hers ➥ rafe reacts amused, claiming she just needs to properly get laid once and all that overthinking will be gone; he also insists on a project session at his place like he initially suggested

CH. 8 ➥ reader updates cara via facetime ➥ later that day, reader turns up at tannyhill and is greeted by sarah who's very curious about reader ➥ reader flusters rafe by holding a little appreciation speech about him for being so cool about her anxiety

CH. 9 ➥ reader and rafe get into a heated argument bc of a tiny issue regarding the privacy of wheezie in which rafe reacts very irritably and even attacks her overthinking ➥ reader snaps back but softens as she realizes he's just bad at communication ➥ rafe is pissed off by her nervousness and doesn't want the remaining project sessions to be like that, so he invites her to kelce's party on friday, claiming this will finally shut her brain off and help her get more comfortable around him

CH. 10 ➥ after reader has left tannyhill, rafe feels a sudden low, thinking it's just coke withdrawals ➥ when he finds her forgotten apple pencils, he thinks she's marking her territory and confronts her about it via messenger but in the end, they just have a little funny banter ➥ rafe gets pissed as images of reader making out with a random guy flash his mind and he leaves for barry's

T H U R S D A Y

CH. 11 ➥ cara forgot her mom's 50th birthday being on friday as well but reader insists she shouldn't cancel for her ➥ in art class, rafe brings reader the apple pencil and also seems to be on coke which explains his good mood ➥ reader and rafe shift into a more teasing dynamic, making reader realize he might actually be flirting with her ➥ topper later texts reader, asking if she needs a ride bc cara mentioned it to him; reader agrees

CH. 12 ➥ cara helps reader pick an outfit and even manages to get her excited for the party; cara also announces she's coming to the party after her mom's bday

F R I D A Y ➥ in school, ruthie and her bsf gracie (rafe's ex fwb) run into reader and rafe, asking rafe if topper's playing driver for tonight; rafe declines; reader manages to shut down ruthie politely ➥ rafe gets pissed after he finds out reader will be joining topper's ride; topper claims he's just being mad bc of the ruthie situation and he's gonna talk to him ➥ in class, she decides to sit with topper and kelce and gets to know them better ➥ EXTRA: via messenger topper tries to explain the situation but rafe gets so pissed bc he doesn't want reader to think she's now part of the group and he doesn't want another person clinging to him; he tells topper to drive ruthie's gang instead of reader ➥ however, rafe decides to drive reader himself bc he doesn't want to hear her complaints, and also bc she's the only one he tolerates rn ➥ reader starts to question if he's actually being jealous like cara suggested

F R I D A Y // P A R T Y

CH. 13 ➥ at 9pm rafe picks reader up, compliments her and jokes around again about her sexual life; reader calls him out and they have a little argument ➥ at kelce's, reader smokes a joint and relaxes with just the three of them ➥ at 10pm, party's going strong; rafe feels annoyed by reader's curiosity about his beef with topper, which makes him snap at her ➥ rafe also makes sure she knows she's not his girl in front of the jock chris reid, and also leaves her behind to go deal coke to the same guy ➥ topper excuses rafe's behavior, and also pulls her into a beer pong game with his surfer buddy robert lewis from wilmington and molly crane ➥ reader and rob click immediately and both are into each other ➥ at 11pm, during a bathroom break, reader receives a message from rafe, asking her where she's at ➥ rafe spirals over the probability of her making out with a guy in that moment and suggestive images of her flash his mind; he seeks her out at the bathroom, only to find out she puked ➥ rafe leads her back into the kitchen, reacting irritably at her having been alone and almost loses it as he sees her closeness with rob (aka the guy he already dislikes) ➥ rafe is pissed about other guys not respecting his space; he feels like they are not allowed to have a claim on reader even though she ain't his either; rafe swears to fuck rob over

CH. 14 ➥ during a suggestive version of truth or dare, a lot of crazy dares happen; reader sees the chemistry between molly and kelce; reader loses her interest in rob after he makes out with ruthie ➥ rafe steps up for reader, saving her from having to play 7 minutes in heaven with the perv chris reid; he gets punched in the face by chris; game's over; cara finally appears; kelce kicks ruthe and chris out and goes to look after rafe ➥ at 12am, the rest of the group chill at the bar; kelce calls topper to bring some ice but cara suggests sending reader instead ➥ reader stays with kelce and rafe on the balcony, and also gets kelce to leave to go find molly bc reader ships them; kelce accidentally locks rafe and reader outside ➥ reader and rafe get into their biggest verbal fight so far with reader calling him out for his bullshit and actually tries to solve the issue at hand; rafe just deflects and attacks her and finally shuts down bc he's so pissed off ➥ reader's view of rafe shifts from untouchable crush to dumb idiot (she's still crushing tho) ➥ at first, rafe brushes her off as she tries to look after his bruise, then let's her ➥ both push their egos aside: reader thanks rafe for having stepped up for her and rafe excuses his behavior and also tells her he fucks with her despite her overthinking and anxiety ➥ as rafe seemingly makes a move for a kiss, they get interrupted by kelce and molly making out; rafe and reader leave ➥ from 1am to 4am, reader and rafe chill with cara and topper in the living room, sitting together on the couch ➥ at 4am, topper and rafe say goodbye to cara and reader; deep down rafe wants reader to stay and even crash at his place but he shuts those thoughts down ➥ rafe finds reader's forgotten bag and explains it with her having left it behind on purpose for him to bring it to her the next day

S A T U R D A Y

CH. 15 ➥ reader wakes up with a hangover and also sees her drunk texts with rafe from last night in which they sent each other selfies ➥ after showering, reader finds rafe in the living room who dropped by to bring her the bag; his bruise getting looked at by her chief physician dad (rafe lied to him about getting the bruise from a golf accident) ➥ reader's mom invites rafe for dinner and her parents seem rather thrilled by rafe ➥ after her parents have left, rafe suggests to continue working on the project but reader declines bc of her hangover ➥ rafe then decides to drag her outside to sober up

CH. 16 ➥ at the health store bulk & bloom, rafe fought off suggestive thoughts while him and reader had some teasing back and forth ➥ later at barry's pawn shop, he told her to stay in the car, clearly about to do some sketchy stuff involved with coke ➥ reader not having seen barry in a while, wants to say hi ➥ the silent treatment made rafe give in and he let her accompany him ➥ inside, rafe got tense when he saw reader and barry knew each other; it quickly became clear barry had the upper hand in their dynamic ➥ while rafe was sent to the backroom to pick up coke from larna, barry warned reader not to trust rafe, comparing him to a possessive doberman ➥ which triggered a spiral: what if rafe only saw reader as a dispensable toy? ➥ barry kept rafe behind ➥ back in the car, rafe confronted reade about barry threatening him, but her passive replies made things worse ➥ reader admitted, she (again) was spiraling over the idea of rafe only spending time with her for a hookup ➥ frustrated, he eventually admitted he liked spending time with reader and wasn’t trying to mess with her head but he still likes the idea of getting to bend her over ➥ reader explained how mixed signals make her anxious, and that she needed clarity to feel safe ➥ after some back and forth, they both agreed this could be a friendship ➥ when cara called, asking for help with jj, reader asked rafe to drop her off; he hid his disappointment but offered to pick her up later, quietly worried that sarah might pull reader away from him

CH. 17 ➥ after rafe dropped reader off at the beach, cara dragged her to meet sarah, kiara and cleo; everyone was nice, though kiara questioned what was going on with reader and rafe ➥ in the restroom of bob's iceshack, cara admitted she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hook up with jj. reader's conclusion: cara was torn between him and topper ➥ later, rafe texted saying he saw sarah’s story and wanted to pick reader up an hour later; after some back and forth, they agreed on 7:30pm. ➥ still, reader couldn’t help but wonder why he was suddenly so eager ➥ after hanging out with the pogues for a while, reader dipped; john b offered a ride for tomorrow’s open air movie night ➥ back in rafe’s car, he called them losers but backed off when reader questioned it ➥ after some pushing, he finally admitted he felt like everyone was choosing sarah over him ➥ reader tried to reassure him and concluded (internally) that ward cameron was the root for his issues ➥ during their late night drive they got mcdonald’s, and finally, he dropped reader off with a surprise: a my little pony bracelet from a gas station to prove he wasn’t playing her ➥ in bed, reader showed the bracelet to the girls in the new group chat. last surprise of the day: the mirror selfie from rafe aka the same one reader had stared at earlier

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