could you make bf hcs for justin law ???? / nf !!!! - fef
To be entirely honest anon I have no clue what 'nf' stands for and google couldn't tell me so I'm hoping it's not too important
(I swear this doesn't show my age, I'm not a secret forty-five year old man)
Justin Law as your Boyfriend
word count; 750
there are two things in this world that Justin Law prioritizes
Lord Death and you
and unfortunately both are just about equal in his heart
Justin Law is first and foremost a death scythe, he made that clear when the two of you first started going out
he's been working as a weapon since he was young so it's an integral part of who he is
but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you at all
on the contrary, Justin is very fiercely loyal to you
he sings your praises to anyone that will listen and supports you in every way he can
have you seen how Justin preaches about Lord Death? you best believe he's talking the same way about you
Justin's love language is quality time
in an ideal world Justin Law is attached to your side at all times
you watch him train and if you're a weapon or meister yourself you join him
sleepovers! you two start living together fairly close into your relationship
he wakes up fairly earlier than you, to train, pray and watch the sunrise
if you're still sleeping by the time he's done he'll wake you up gently with a cup of your favorite beverage
if you wake up with or around him it would secretly make him happy that you join him; just quiet mornings of enjoying each other's presence
earnest in the best way possible; Justin Law says what he means and is almost incapable of lying to you
and you'd be lying yourself if you said you didn't find it endearing
he has such a willingness to please
tries to be helpful around the house, buys small gifts he thinks you'll like, washes dishes after you cook (because he really can't) and is always so appreciative whenever you go out of your way to do something for him
he knows he isn't the most suave or rugged so instead Justin focuses on just being kind and sweet
that said, no one, and I mean no one messes with you and gets away with it
he's possessive in the way he defends you
someone bumps into you? a death glare until they apologize
another guy is bothering you? guillotine. immediately
you're practically his entire world and he will be damned if you're inconvenienced
and it doesn't even matter if you can stick up for yourself or not, he just thinks you shouldn't have to
in public Justin isn't a huge fan of pda, the most he usually allows is for you to hold onto his arm and drag him around with a soft smile on his face
but in private he is all over you, arms constantly wrapped around you and pressing kisses to wherever he can reach
speaking of, the way Justin Law looks at you makes you question whether you hung the planets and stars
god he's such a yearner
he looks at you like you're made of an ethereal beauty he just can't help but be in awe of
whenever you're in the same room as him he stares at you with such a lovestruck expression
he's so good with words and doesn't even know it
every compliment or remark he whispers in your ear has you blushing with a chill down your spine
"you look so alluring my love, it's as if the gods made the stars come to life"
and then he's confused why you can't look him in the eye your face is so red
he's such a good communicator omggg
when the earbuds are out Justin tends to be a tad socially awkward and sometimes doesn't quite understand certain social situations
so he's gotten very well at expressing himself so that there aren't any miscommunications on his part
unfortunately whenever there is a miscommunication between you two his child prodigy syndrome kicks in and typically assumes you're in the wrong
he does eventually realize when things are his fault but he's been told from a young age how talented and incredible he was that his ego's a little high in his belief that he doesn't make mistakes
it's a small bump the two of you had to ride out together but with time, patience and a little self-evaluation it sorted itself out fairly quickly
as a whole, the relationship between you and Justin Law is loving, balanced and filled with adoration and devotion
he's lanky and awkward and has a big head sometimes but you genuinely couldn't imagine anyone else for you
Requested: Day 20 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!
Warnings: none, inspired by this video
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 467
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There was a little tradition you started back when you first started dating Justin. At the end of every season, he would let you tackle him. It was always a lighthearted game that you guys did, and as time went on, it’s only grown in importance. What started as a fun game between two teenagers became a full event for the now-married couple and their kids.
You sat on the mat after you finished setting it up outside and grabbing some extra padding, so you could wrap Justin’s arm. The team would kill you if you made his already almost healed injury worse. It's not like it ever got too bad. The kids were 2, 6, and 8, and you never took it too seriously.
You heard the back door open as Justin chased your boys outside while carrying your youngest daughter in his arms. Your boys ran toward the mat, straight into your open arms and pushing you to lay back and take them with you.
“I see you’ve been riling them up,” You joked as you side-eyed Justin, who set your daughter next to you. “There’s extra padding over there for your hand.”
“Wow so thoughtful before you all attack me,” Justin teased as he started wrapping his hand carefully.
“Can I try something, daddy?” Your 8 year old son asked, climbing off of you and over to Justin. He nodded at the child for him to continue, “Can I do WWE?”
“Aren’t you a little short for that, lil man?” Justin chuckled, looking over at you to see your wide eyes. You did not want your baby doing something like that, but you also knew Justin would never let any of your kids get hurt. “How would you do it?”
“Use a chair,” Your 8 year old replied in a duh tone. “I’m not that short. I just need a little help sometimes. You’re just tall.”
That made you and Justin laugh because that was almost verbatim what you used to say to him in high school. Even back then, he was still tall as heck, and it was like a little trip down memory lane.
“I think just for that, he should be allowed to,” You said as you wiped the tears from your eyes and went to get one of your lawn chairs. You set it in front of the mat and grabbed your other two children out of the way. “You ready to start us off?”
Your son just smirked and climbed on the chair and didn’t waste a second after Justin walked up to the mat to wrap his arms around Justin’s neck and jump off.
“Smackdown!” You and your second son shouted as Justin fell back in an overexaggerated manner. Your daughter looked around, confused, before echoing the statement.
Hi. Can you do headcanons with Total Drama characters such as Duncan, Justin, Tyler, Dawn, and Noah with a S/O who has the personality of Nezuko Kamado (Kimetsu no Yaiba)?
Headcanons Like Nezuko Kamado
☠️ Duncan x Reader 🗡
From the first day you met, you seemed strange to Duncan. You were kind, sincere, caring towards everyone, even him, who could be rude to others. It was like you were a senior sibling who considered everyone his family. Although he didn't admit it, he was pleased when you took care of him. Even when he was grumbling in front of the others, you guessed that he didn't mind you taking care of him when he wasn't feeling well or that you were angry if someone hurt him
He liked you. Duncan was attracted by how sweet and innocent you seemed, even naive in a way, but he quickly realized that everything was not as simple with you as it seemed at first glance. When someone severely offended people close to you, hurt them, you became like a real demon. You, despite your usual kindness and care, could become really evil if you needed to protect the people you care about, including Duncan. When he first saw this side of you, he couldn't help but be surprised, but he couldn't deny the fact that he liked you even more than before
You didn't need a lot of romantic signs or expensive gifts, you seemed happy even with simple flowers that could be easily found. Duncan understood that you were modest, but he still tried to give you something, something made with his own hands. Such gifts seemed to him more significant than what you can easily buy in a store, and you deserved something really good. You made him better, even though you didn't try to fix him. Sometimes you would make little jokes with him, as you said yourself. You would never have agreed to a real crime, but something light, harmless, you could support
Duncan sometimes didn't understand how you could keep putting up with him, but he wasn't going to talk you out of your relationship. You were the kindest and most caring person in his life and he wouldn't trade the day you met for anything. Everything changed for him that day, and Duncan was glad of it. He was glad that despite what he did and what he continued to do, you stayed by his side and gave him your kindness, care and love
🪞 Justin x Reader 📸
Justin was used to the fact that many people treated him with attention because of his appearance. He was well aware of it and took advantage of it, but to his surprise, his charm didn't last long when it came to you. You were kind and caring to everyone, including him, but you didn't seem to care what he looked like, which couldn't help but surprise Justin. He was sure that he was irresistible, but you seemed to be kind to him simply because you had such a character and your attitude towards him could change
You were caring towards everyone and Justin often became the one you cared about too. He liked to receive your kindness, but when he behaved disdainfully with someone, you could get annoyed about it and even scold him. When he tried to use his charm on you, you rolled your eyes, as if to show him that he would not be able to achieve absolutely everything thanks to his face. However, Justin knew that you were rarely really angry with him, and if the need arose, you would be on his side and help him
When there were conflicts, you were always the one who stopped the quarrels. Justin didn't expect to see you so annoyed, but you really knew how to be intimidating when someone made you angry. He tried not to make you angry on purpose. He liked to see your friendly side and he didn't want to become the cause of your irritation, at least too often, because if this started happening, you might well be offended by him and not want to communicate with him further
Justin rarely spoke directly about what he was thinking, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself in order to be able to cheat, but he knew that you understood perfectly well what was on his mind, however, he did not want to feud with you either. He liked the fact that you took care of him and were friendly, you sincerely tried to help and protect, and he liked spending time with you, even if you didn't do anything special. He just liked your time together
📚 Noah x Reader 💻
Noah didn't have the worst temper of all, but because he could be sarcastic, he had problems. However, there was a man who never took offense when he used sarcasm. It was you. You were one of the friendliest, kindest and most sincere people in his life. Sometimes it even seemed funny to him how kind you were, considering that some of your mutual acquaintances clearly did not deserve you to surround them with your kindness and care
You were caring and Noah took advantage of your care. He liked you and the fact that you gave him time was pleasant to him. Maybe sometimes your concern seemed intrusive to him, but it wasn't a bad thing. You brought him a snack when he was sitting at his books again, you didn't let him stay awake for too long. But what impressed him most was how angry you were if someone tried to hurt him or was rude to him. At such moments, you showed your other, more aggressive and frightening side
You were usually kind and caring towards others, but when you were angry you became aggressive. At times like this, Noah was glad that you were on his side. You weren't mad at him, because you didn't perceive his sarcasm as something offensive, and when he was in trouble, you stood up for him. Even when it was quiet around you, you could spend time together in silence. You could have dozed off leaning against him while Noah continued to read. Feeling your warmth next to him, he felt at peace
Noah preferred to spend time reading, but he liked your company, so he didn't mind you staying with him. Sometimes he would recommend books to you that he thought you might like, and he liked to listen to you tell him afterwards about the impression the books he recommended left on you. You were one of those people that Noah was comfortable spending time and socializing with, and he hoped that you would continue to stay by his side
🏈 Tyler x Reader 👟
Tyler was someone who often got into trouble through his own fault. He was injured through his own fault, and every time you became the one who was next to him to help him not get hurt or cope with the wounds he had already received. You were a kind and caring person who was always ready to help Tyler, knowing full well that he could get hurt even if he himself wanted to show everyone his skills in sports
You were caring towards everyone else, making sure they stayed as safe as possible. Tyler often spent time with you and was glad that you listened to him talk about sports and how he practiced different sports. Every time he tried to demonstrate his skills, you tried to convince him to stop, but if you couldn't do it, you tried to help him feel better by bringing him ice or Band-Aids
There were times when Tyler was laughed at for his clumsiness and at such moments others could see how frightening you could be. You were angry when someone treated Tyler like that. You never looked like someone who was capable of aggression, but looking at how you stood up for the person you loved, no one could say that you were not serious. Tyler told you every time that you shouldn't have worried about him, but he was pleased when you took such good care of him
He may not have been the most wonderful athlete, but you were still there for him and took care of him. Tyler enjoyed spending time with you, he was pleased that you listened to him and that you were genuinely interested in his hobbies. He was attached to you and he liked you. Tyler tried to show you his feelings, and even though he didn't always manage to do it the way he originally wanted, he tried anyway, and every time he saw your soft smile, he was glad, because it meant that he was able to do it at least partially correctly
🦋 Dawn x Reader 🐾
Dawn was a good judge of character. She saw what they really were like, perfectly understanding their auras. That's why she was immediately sure that you were a good person. The more she watched you, the more convinced she was that she was right. You were kind, attentive and caring, even if someone was rude to you. You might not take their words seriously, but Dawn was sure that you were just being kind and sincerely striving to see the good in people, even though you understood when kindness became inappropriate
You and she had a wonderful time together. You walked in nature with her, listened to her stories about how to help nature and smiled gently when you saw her peaceful expression. You seemed similar to others because of your kindness, but sometimes they realized that you still had something that set you apart from each other. Unlike Dawn, you could become aggressive when someone hurt people you care about, and she was among those you protected
In the moments when you wanted to protect her, you became aggressive, which was different from your usual behavior. However, Dawn was there to calm you down. She taught you meditation and when she saw that you were angry, she calmed you down by turning your attention to herself. She was really good at calming you down and you just couldn't help but smile softly when she took your hands and asked you to focus on breathing. Dawn knew that you weren't evil, but you weren't going to let anyone hurt her, like the other people you cherished, and she was pleased that she had a protector like you
Dawn was sure that no matter what happened to you, you would remain the same caring and sincere person. She saw that despite the fact that you used to get angry, the color of your aura remained unchanged, and your communication confirmed this. She was glad that there was a person like you in her life with whom she could share what was on her mind
warnings: smut— top!reader - then top!justin, use of the word 'hole', trying to be quick (but not really lol), getting caught by clay, a little sprinkle of cockwarming
a/n: this just... happened, so it may be shit, but idc. hope you enjoy!
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"Holy hell, baby, you look so good right now. Taking it so well."
Justin's compliments spur you on further. You swivel your hips and start to move faster, smiling at the sound of his grunts of pleasure.
"Ohh, fuck. Yes."
Your phone chimes from the bedside table, but the text fails to interrupt your movements. You simply plant your hands on Justin's chest for balance and peak over at the glowing screen.
"It's just Clay- fuck."
You lean back again, running your fingers along Justin's arms. You take his hands in yours and guide them to your hips. He gets the message and starts to help you to move, to bounce up and down on his leaking cock.
"What– shit– what did he want?"
"Gonna be home in fifteen– oh my god, Justin, I'm–"
"Shit!" Justin suddenly goes rigid, and in a blink, he has managed to pull out, leaving you feeling empty and confused.
"What the fuck, Justin!?"
"You said Clay was on his way. He'll kill me if he catches us again."
"Asshole. That's it? I was so fucking close, baby." You sigh, then grip his shoulders and push him back down. "Come on, it's been days, I need it."
"Sorry!" Justin is so conflicted, glancing between you and the locked door of the Outhouse. "But–"
"Please, we still have like... 10 minutes." You look around and quickly find Justin's discarded blanket. You reach down and grab it before throwing it over both of you. "There."
"Really?"
"Really." You shift, moving your hips until your still-wet centre meets his half-hard cock. You start to grind on him. "Come on, baby. You wanna finish? Hm?"
The way Justin fully hardens again in mere seconds answers your question before he whispers a "yes."
You grin and then revel in the gasp he makes when you take him in your hands once more. You slap the head of his cock against your pussy a couple of times, causing little jolts of pleasure to ripple throughout your own body. Finally, you rub him around, collecting some of your wetness on his tip before sinking back down onto him.
You both move together for a minute or two before the urge to feel his weight on top of you becomes too intense to ignore. You grip his shoulders again and then lean down to whisper in his ear, "want you to fuck me, baby."
"I am."
"No, I mean–, I need you to fuck me."
Justin shifts then, rolling you over and under him without letting himself slip from the tight warmth of your aching hole.
"Mm, yes!" You readjust the blanket so that it's covering you both completely, then hook your ankles around his bare ass, flexing so that they nudge him into you. "Move now, baby. I need to cum so bad."
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A few moments later, sated and sweaty, you pull down the blanket. You glance down at Justin, who is still planting gentle kisses all over your chest and neck; something he always does after sex, to calm your shaking, spent body and muscles.
He's still buried inside of you, and you love the feeling, always have. You both love to be connected for as long as possible post-sex.
All of a sudden, you hear the click on the door. Your eyes widen, and you glance down at Justin. He's still focused on kissing every inch of your body as you see Clay walk into the Outhouse.
He stops dead in his tracks, and you both stare at each other for what feels like an eternity but is actually only a handful of seconds.
You shrug, trying to look apologetic and trying harder, not to let out a laugh.
Not a word is spoken, as Clay just sighs. His hands fall limp to his sides, and then he turns around, takes a single step, and leaves.
This time, Justin hears the door slam, and his head pops out of the blanket. "Fuck... again? Clay is so gonna kick me out someday."
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Ezekiel and Justin + S/O, who's good at reading body language = ??
☣︎ Sorry for the late answer, Ezekiel, Justin and reading body language isn't my strong side 💀
I dun rly know how to write Justin so hopefully I wrote what you wanted-
[𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴]
Summary: Confessions.
☢︎ | Total Drama | ~1,7k words | gender-neutral reader
♡ | Ezekiel | Justin
⚠ | OOC??
[𝙴𝚣𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚕]
Even though Ezekiel wasn't the perfect boyfriend material, it didn't mean he couldn't get a crush on someone.
That someone was you.
He was still somewhat out of touch with the world around him, but he seemed to be even more- "off" with you.
He could be seen around you more often than not, in hopes that he wouldn't fuck up as usual.
Most of the time he didn't even know what went wrong, since this was how he was raised and at his house no one had a problem with such things?
I also headcanon him as autistic
So he just kinda hoped whatever he did around you didn't come off as insensitive or wrong to say.
"Hey- Y/N." He looked at you as he approached, making a hand gesture that would catch your attention.
"You need any help, maybe?" He asked hesitantly but keeping it cool, as if he was scared of once again being yelled at for being inappropriate. So he elaborated.
"I mean- Not that I think you're weak- Just- You know- I wanna be helpful." He shrugged, looking somewhere else before returning to your gaze briefly.
You had some sympathy for the boy, knowing he's just really out of touch.
You didn't sense any maliciousness coming his way, so you were usually pretty kind to him
"I know, don't worry. You're fine." You said calmly. "Sure, I could use some help."
You noticed that Ezekiel was also bit more chatty with you than with others.
And, well, he watched his mouth a lot more too.
He usually had a pre-planned response to start off with talking to you.
He still tried to learn to not be as insensitive around other people, but it was really visible to you that he tried to be extra careful with you around.
That made you think a little- Why?
So one day you decided to get some answers.
Usually it was Ezekiel approaching you first, but this time you decided to turn it around.
"Hey, Zeke?" You calmly and friendly tried to get his attention.
"Huh?" He got thrown off of his thoughts as he heard his name being called.
"Oh. Y/N- Hey. What is it?" He turned his focus on you, a bit curious.
"I have a question for you, if you don't mind." You tried to be as casual as you could, not wanting to scare him off.
You just wanted to have a friendly chat and perhaps confirm your thoughts about him.
"Uhh... Okay. Just not anything hard, alright?" He looked at you now more curious but also slightly worried of what the question would be.
You giggled slightly at his choice of words, which made him tilt his head a bit.
"Well- It's not a math equation. I was just curious-" You start off gently.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've noticed you're a bit more careful around me than others." You don't sugarcoat, but you try to not sound as if you're mad or accusing him of something.
"Uh..." He stopped for a second, thinking what to respond. You weren't supposed to give him a hard question!
"...Is that wrong?" He tilted his head even more, a bit confused why would you ask about that. Did he do something wrong again?
"Oh, no, no-" You quickly reassure him.
"No, I actually kinda appreciate that-"
"But I also didn't want you to- you know, stress out around me." You elaborate.
He blinks once as he processes what you said.
"...I mean- It's not that I'm afraid of you, ya kno-" He explains himself a little, although you can see a bit of anxiousness seeping in from his behavior.
"But sometimes it seems that whatever I do is somehow wrong, so I don't want you to be mad at me or somethin'." He kicks dirt on the ground a little to release some stress as he keeps his hands in his pocket, still not showing that he's bothered, except avoiding eye contact.
"I won't be mad at you for something that you say without bad intentions. I mean, hey, everyone makes mistakes, right?" You try to lighten up the situation and make some wiggle room for him so he doesn't feel as if he's being interviewed.
"I guess so-" He looks at you briefly, now visibly less worried.
His body language wasn't really telling, but your deduction skills told you that you were in the clear, without making him too uncomfortable.
However, you decided to ask a bit more risky question after that.
"So... Is there a reason why you feel the need to be more careful around me?" You tried to gently probe an answer from him.
He stopped for a second, as if caught doing something bad.
"Uhm..." He started getting a bit more uncomfy, now visibly looking away from you.
You awaited calmly for his answer, trying to be as non threatening and open as possible.
If you were to tell the truth, you kinda suspected Zeke might have caught a small crush on you.
Of course you weren't 100% sure, and you really hoped that you read his subtle signs right.
Otherwise this situation would turn awkward really quick.
"Well- You're just the nicest to me, ya kno? ... I really don't want you to hate me." He spoke with a bit hesitant but honest tone as his gaze fell on the ground instead of your eyes.
You smiled softly and sympathetically, seeing how much he valued your opinion about him.
"You don't have to worry about that- I like you, you know." You said with conviction.
He paused for a moment before nodding.
His eyes that were covered by the brown hair looked at you for a moment, holding the short eye contact.
"... How much?" He dared to ask.
He just stood there, as if asking a normal question, but still awaiting some sort of possible bad reaction.
He got you a bit dumbfounded, but since he answered all of your questions so nicely, you decided to return the favor.
"Uh... I guess a decent amount-" You shrugged, showing a bit of coy smile.
"Like, just a friend, right??" He continued asking, piercing you with his gaze that needed answers.
His tone didn't indicate any need or hope for your connection to be deeper, but his look was obvious.
You stopped for a moment, before finally having to answer the hard question.
"As a friend, for sure!" You started off.
"But- if you wanna- dunno, get to know each other closer one day- I don't see an issue with this either." You finally said the words that could possibly take a big to your pride with rejection.
He paused. Tilted his head. And then spoke.
"Wait- You mean like- You wanna get to know me closer?" He asked, still not believing your original statement.
"To be fair I never had a best friend..." He obviously assumed you meant it as that.
He put on a thoughtful expression, thinking about it, which made you wanna expand on your words.
"No, I mean- As partners. Dating." You elaborated, awaiting his reaction.
His expression remained calm as he was processing what was said to him, until it finally clicked and his eyes went wide.
"Oh." He only managed to say.
"Okay- Wow, huh." His surprise was very much visible.
"Yeah, that would be- That would be cool." His words were slightly flat per usual, but you could see both the shock and relief emitting from him.
Be patient with this boy, he still has some figuring out and learning to do.
If you're really determined to date him, be prepared to be the one to lead the hard situations (like the mentioned confession) by yourself, at least at first.
[𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗]
When Justin started to hang around you more, you knew something was up.
He's good at (and known for) using his good looks to get what he wants, whether it'd be simple adoration or help with the challenge.
It started with with him just trying to make a small talk.
You didn't mind, as long as he wasn't trying to use you so he could stay lazy.
"You know, you're not half-bad. I mean, nothing compares to my beauty of course, but..." He gave you a backhanded compliment.
"Wow, that's big coming from you." You said half-sarcastically, but in a lighthearted way.
"Oh, yeah, I know." He smirked handsomely while fixing his hair with one hand.
Unlike what you expected, he didn't really try to woo and use you.
He might have merely suggested it one time, but if you didn't budge then he stopped doing that.
Well, trying to use you that is, he was still kind of trying to woo you.
You noticed Justin was behaving a bit differently around you than with others contestants.
He was casually giving you "compliments", which was weird, because usually he was focused only on himself.
He thought he was clever by "slowly pulling you in" to like him, like other contestants.
He wouldn't have to disclose his attraction to you then, and instead you'd do it first.
But you didn't bite the bait.
You had a suspicion that he wanted you to do just that.
And you were curious if he was determined enough for your attention to come to you himself.
So finally, after some time, he got frustrated with his last failed attempt.
"Y/N-" He whined dramatically, with a given up tone.
You turned his head towards the pathetic sound.
"Are you really not affected by my beauty? Is this face not worth your attention?" He looked at you, combing his hair in a truly despaired manner.
"... What do you mean?" You raised your brow in half amusement, already knowing what he refers, but you tried to remain neutral.
"All this time I've been trying to get you to confess your true feelings for me, and you're still so stubborn..."
You couldn't help but chuckle at his visible attempts to... confess to you? gaslight you so you'd do it??
"Well- Have you tried doing it first?" You turned the question on him.
That shut him up for a second, after which he quickly regained himself into more graceful posture from his grand acting.
You heard him sigh.
"Well- If I have to." He cleared his throat and started. "Y/N, if you'd confess your attraction to me, I'd accept."
You rolled your eyes at his attempt to keep his pride, but you gave him some brownie points for at least somewhat owning up to it.
You copied his acting with clearing your throat and responded.
"Well, Justin, if you'd do that, I'd be up for it."
He'd appreciate your keen senses of figuring people out on the competition btw.
Nobody writes Reedus bad boy characters like you so I have an idea for you (if you're up for it) - Justin from Sunlight Jr. His character goes to the convenience store looking for Naomi Watts's character but she has quit. Instead he finds a new cashier who's really bored working the overnight shift and looking for something (someone) to do. Barely any customers come in anyway, and the backroom is right there... 😈
Hi pretty!!
I'm here with your Justin request! It's the first time that I write about him, so be gentle with me, please.
I hope you'll like it!!
Enjoy!!
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A day on the supermarket.
Justin x Reader.
One shot. Request.
Warnings: swearing. Justin is a asshole. Smut. Rough sex. Dirty talk.
You're so bored, the night shift is the worst you can have at Sunlight Jr. It's also true that the pay is higher, but still few take it. You need to get out of that damn town as soon as possible, you need the money, so the shift is fine.
The door is then heard and you raise your head, surprised that someone is awake. To your surprise a man walks in, a little older than you, short dark blond hair, intense blue eyes, with a funny mole above his lip. He is wearing black sunglasses on his head, even though it is nighttime, a chain necklace around his neck, a black tank top and sweatpants. You watch him curiously and see him pull out his wallet.
"Pump two." He says without barely looking at you, chewing gum.
He's pumped gas, that makes sense, or so you think, he doesn't look like he's coming from work, but you're not going to judge him. You type in the amount and wait for him to give you the money. When he raises his head with the money in his hand, he frowns and stops you from taking the bills.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asks with a bark at the end of the sentence.
"And who the fuck are you?" you reply with the same tone.
"Where's Missy?" He asks again, ignoring you.
"She's not." You shrug.
"Did they change her shift?"
"No, she's gone." You don't even know if you should tell him that, but suddenly you see his gesture harden and he purses his lips into a tight line.
"She's gone? Where?"
"I don't know, are you going to pay me or not?" you growl and he seems to tense up even more.
"Tell me if she works at another shitty place like this now."
"There's no other shitty place like this, in this town, asshole and no, she's just gone." You shrug again. "Look if your girlfriend left you with hard balls it's not my problem, give me the fucking money and get the fuck out of here."
"Bitch." He growls in response throwing the money at you and storms out slamming the door.
"Asshole." You snap back taking the bills and go on with your boring shift.
**
You find out his name is Justin, your partner tells you about him, he's Melissa's ex-boyfriend, apparently it was common for Justin to show up at the Sunlight to see her, bother her or just try to win her back, which seemed pretty pathetic in your eyes. That girl deserved better than a prick like him.
"He's cute, but never trust him, he can be with you today and tomorrow with you and someone else at the same time." Your coworker comments to you, you snort in amusement.
"Like I care." You roll your eyes. "He keeps showing up on my night shift and I wanted to know if I should take the baseball bat from home." She laughs and shakes her head.
"It's okay. Good night." She waves goodbye to you and you smile.
"Good night, see you tomorrow." You say goodbye too and leave the counter to start work.
The advantage of the evening hours is that you have much more time to do tasks that in the morning, due to the high volume of people, you can't do, picking products out of place, tidying shelves, replenishing stock, cleaning bathrooms, more thoroughly, checking and updating the warehouse stock. Unfortunately it doesn't take up the whole night and you soon start to get bored again.
The door is heard then, in the time you've been working a few people have shown up to get some cigarettes, alcohol and toilet paper, even a mother looking for powdered milk for her baby, but it's been almost an hour. You sigh, leaving your notebook on the shelf in the storeroom, and go out into the store.
"Good ni..." You start to say, but fall silent when you discover who it is.
Justin is leaning against the counter, again in his tank top and fishing shorts. His eyes bore into you and you cross your arms as he fiddles with his car keys in his hand.
"What are you doing here?"
"You shouldn't leave the box alone, some thief might come and take the money." He replies cocking his head to the side.
"Is that what you intended to do? You're not very smart then." You answer him back and see him smiling half-sideways.
"You're quick..."
"Look, if you're looking for Melissa..."
"That's not why I'm here..."
"Then what do you want?" you ask again. Your shift is already boring enough to have to put up with him.
He chews his lower lip several times before walking towards you, instinctively backing away until your back hits one of the shelves. He keeps moving towards you until his chest sticks to yours. Your breathing goes a mile a minute, your hands search for something to hit him with if you feel he's going to do something stupid, you close your eyes as he leans forward and hold your breath. You hear something jiggle in your ear and you open your eyes again to find he's holding a packet of condoms in his hand.
"I have company tonight and I need backup." He says in a raspy voice and your skin crawls with goose bumps.
"Looks to me like you've got the wrong size..." You try to regain your composure, Justin looks down at the package and snaps.
"You're right." He puts them down and picks up another package a size up.
You feel your lower belly shrink as a chuckle escapes you through your teeth. You drop the shampoo you had taken as a weapon and break away from him to go back to the counter and collect the condoms.
"If you want I can stay and have some fun." He says then, you look at him sideways.
"What makes you think I would have fun with you?" you ask with derision.
"Trust me honey, you'll have fun."
"Trust me, honey." You mimic him with a quip. "You're not as irresistible as you think you are."
Justin's smile doesn't disappear though, it even gets a little wider. He takes the pack of condoms leaving the money on the counter and walks out of the supermarket without taking his eyes off you. You sigh long leaning your forehead against the glass of the counter, you still feel your body trembling a little. It's true that Justin is not your type, that you wouldn't date someone like him, but he's wild and attractive, you can't deny it, his intense stare and his punk side gives you chills. In a good way.
When you manage to pull yourself together, you head back to the warehouse to continue with your chores. You don't reach for your notebook when you feel arms around your body pushing you against the shelf. You get scared, you're not going to deny it, you try to fight, to get him to let go, you feel his hands on your waist and his nose brush against your neck.
"You're fucking unbearable." He growls and you recognize Justin's voice, your heart calms a little.
"L-let go of me, Justin, this is harassment..."
"Harassment?" he whispers against your ear. You can't suppress the moan that escapes you in time as he reaches inside your pants and squeezes your pussy over your panties. "How can it be harassment when you're completely wet?" he speaks against your ear again, his fingers move quickly over your clit and your body arches involuntarily, moaning again.
"J-Justin..." You try to keep control, you hold his wrist, but he bites down on your neck, never letting go of your touch.
"You love to tease me, always teasing me, always with those little angel eyes, like you've never done anything wrong." He keeps talking and you have to hold on to the shelf because the pleasure starts to shake your body.
"N-no... I..." You babble, but are silenced when his fingers leave your clit and move down a little further, the tip of his finger digging into your cunt. "F-fuck..." You bite your lip spreading your legs further apart.
"Are you still going to tell me you don't want this?" he asks again in your ear. A moan is all you get in response.
You sigh as he pulls away from you, you feel like you can breathe again, but he doesn't give you much time since recovering. He turns your body to unbutton and remove your pants, your panties follow shortly after, Justin pulls down his pants, just enough to pull out his cock, hard, thick, seeking attention. You swallow hard as your eyes roam over it, and you see Justin smile in amusement, shake it in his hand, and move back towards you.
"Wait, Justin, the condoms..."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to cum inside." He assures you.
He lifts you up without too much effort, leaning your body against the shelf, spits on his hand and slowly enters you.
"Fuck, so tight..." He grunts and pushes a little harder making you moan.
"God, Justin..." You hold onto his shoulders feeling his cock stretch you and touch that spot that makes you shudder.
"You like this, don't you?" he licks his lips and moves his hips very slowly. "I can feel you squeezing me, how your pussy wants me inside..." He gasps and you roll your eyes as his cock hits a perfect spot inside you.
"F-f-fuck Justin...!" You are unable to say anything more coherent.
"There it is..." He smiles and holding you tightly he starts moving at the same angle.
His thrusts are fast and deep, the curve of his cock makes him hit you accurately with his tip, that point that makes you see little sparks, your skin bristles and you become a moaning mess. Your legs dance over his arms, his hands firmly grip your ass and he keeps moving your body against his cock, the sound of your bodies being muffled by your moans and his grunts between his teeth. The steady rattling of the rack follows the rhythm of Justin's hips as he starts to go faster, seeking his own relief.
"Uhm your pussy's taking me so fucking good..." He mumbles through his teeth, his fingers digging into the tender skin of your ass.
"Justin! Justin!" You call out, grabbing onto his shoulders again.
He quickly pulls his cock out and rubs it until he cums, staining your belly and your work shirt. You lean your forehead against his, getting trapped against his body and the rack. Justin pulls your legs off his shoulders and kneels in front of you, spreads your legs apart and lifts one over his shoulder. His nose grazes your slit and his tongue runs along your folds.
"For the love of..." You arch up holding onto the furniture as your knees begin to shake.
His tongue runs along you, fucking you with intensity, his fingers torture your clit and his free hand seeks your tit, squeezing your nipple. Too many sensations at the same time, pleasure swirls in your lower belly as his lips close over your clit and he sucks hard. You can't stop trembling, your legs want to close but he holds you in place as you cum in his mouth and are about to fall to the floor.
Panting hard, you slowly regain your composure, Justin gets up from the floor, wiping his lips. Your gazes meet and he shows you your panties.
"These are mine now." He tells you and adjusting his pants, he leaves.
**
It's not the only night Justin shows up looking for you. After your first meeting, it becomes almost a regular occurrence. The first few hours are spent working, you take care of the more heavy and hard things, after a few hours, the blond appears through the door and neither of you need to say anything, you close the entrance and lose yourselves among the shelves of the warehouse. While you hold on to the shelves and he fucks you giving you some spanking, countless dirty words come out of your mouths, but when it's all over, neither of you have anything else to say, Justin gets dressed, takes a souvenir, and you go back to your work feeling more relaxed or so tired that you really don't even know what you're doing.
It's been several weeks since all that started. Justin walks in, as he does every night, through the door, chews his lip hard and frowns slightly. He walks to the counter, discovering your partner, Molly, there.
"Hi, Justin, how can I help you?"
"Where's your coworker?" He asks trying to sound neutral. "Has she changed shifts?"
"Oh, no, she left." She explains and Justin frowns harder. "She was covering the night shift because she needed the money, she's been awarded a scholarship to college and she left." She says smiling, proud of you.
"College? Do you know if...she's coming back?"
"I highly doubt it, she hated this town." She sighs and looks at him apologetically. "Sorry, Justin, maybe if you weren't such a dick, you'd meet a real nice girl."
• You knew each other a little bit when you were younger
• But you properly began to notice each other when you started highschool
• Lingering stares when neither of you were looking at the other
• Cute, cheesy notes passed to each other during class
• 'You 100% look way too excited to be here.'
• 'Definitely, just as fun and interesting as watching paint dry.'
• Justin showing off when you just so happen to be around when he's playing some form of sport
• You or Justin never really asked each other out officially
• Y'all just kinda hooked up at a party then started BOOM, you're a couple!
• He has this hard ass, sex god façade around the guys but is a massive softie who's super sweet when it's just you two
• Sometimes, he's the little spoon
• He just needs to be held sometimes, yanno??
• He needs that reassurance sometimes
• He's a mega dom
• But he LOVES it when you take charge once in a while in the bedroom
• He becomes super possessive when it comes to peeps blatantly flirting with you at parties
• He's more level-headed about it when sober though
• His behaviour fuelled by jealousy can massively vary man
• It's like his jealous is super bipolar
• One minutes he could be super touchy like touching your ass to try intimidate whoever is flirting with you
• The next he'll be giving you some extreme silent treatment
• You definitely become very closed off and silent, completely acting off
• You two always sort it out eventually, ending in cuddles
• ALWAYS
• He stays at yours a lot because of his mom and meth Seth but you don't mind
• You always clean him up after an altercation, even if it's the tiniest of scratches
• Him being super protective of you around the other jocks
• "Don't even think about fucking touch them man."
• Always defending and protecting you
• He loves you to the moon and back
• And vice versa
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Another headcanon in the bag baby!!
I’m enjoying writing these headcanons honestly
I’m probably gonna write a headcanon for the rest of the characters before I start going back to lengthy imagines, one shots ect.
I’ll probably start doing preferences soon too cause ig thats fun lmao
Please like if you’ve enjoyed reading as it will continue to help me reach a wider audience and as always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed :D
