matt murdock would haaate the smell of cigarettes. it’s the one thing he won’t tolerate. not only are they bad for you, they also smell absolutely disgusting, especially with his senses.
so, it’s not surprising that he can’t help but feel some sense of responsibility over the firm’s new intern. you’re young, exceptional at your work, with only the tradeoff of overzealous hardness. he’s seen your kind before, worked with them—those with a sense of empathy too great it’s far made light of simple vices by now.
he catches you smoking in the alley by the building and, after a pause, tells you: those’ll kill you. “what, are we stressing you out that much?”
matt doesn’t make you nervous, though. you glance at him sidelong, flicking the ash before saying, “well, we lost.”
smoking, violence: they’re only habits to cope. concessions to get through the constant disillusionment with the world. is he really that different from you?
“so let me worry about that.” he taps his cane on the ground twice, as if to spur you. “it happens, kid. c’mon. inside. we’ll get coffee.”
he hears you hesitate. he wonders if you have enough guts to tell him to fuck off- but you do put it down. not chastened though. rather, you can’t be bothered to argue—it’s not like you’re in a position to tell your boss that anyway.
sighing, you stub it out on the wall, and follow him back inside.
A/N - Hello!! This is my little treat for valentines day, I was supposed to do more chars but I wrote this in like few hours and valentines is nearly over soo..... yea. Be warned now, this is purely based off a non smoker's pov lmao.
Reader - GN (you/your/yours). Side note: I tried to do a gn but if u see the odd she/her pronoun pls ignore it. This was vry self indulgent
Pairing - Smoker!GN Reader x Izuku Midoriya
Au - None Im aware of. Time skip maybe??
Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters only my depiction of Y/N/the reader
Warning! - Mentions and use of drugs (from the reader and later Izu), Smoker!Reader, tension???? The author having never touched weed in her life, inaccurate portrayals of drug use (maybe?), kisses and stuff, low spice kinda vibe.
!!!!I DO NOT CONDONE DRUG USE THIS IS PURELY FICTION!!!!
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✮ Izuku Midoriya ✮
To say it was late would be an understatement, but here you both were, sitting on a roof of some fancy party you both didn't seem to care for. It was drifting into unholy hours of the night and with each passing second the thick scent of the joint you were smoking began to linger abit more on Izuku's mind.
It wasn't that he cared, no not at all! Infact you had made sure he was comfortable multiple times, asking him over and over before you lit the rolled bundle of weed between your fingers, effortlessly might he add. You continued talking to him casually and for that he thanked god because he was sure if you took a moment to pause you would hear his heart thumping against his chest.
Or maybe you would notice how his eyes kept flickering back to your hands, how his pupils were blown and for a moment he held his breath when you finally lit the joint. He hated how nervous he was getting. He was a pro hero for Christ's sake! The pro hero infact.
Izuku seemed to be in his own little world, not that you minded much. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, clouds of smoke blown out into the midnight sky. You leaned back, head falling comfortably as you basked in the moons radiance before carefully turning your gaze to Izuku.
Who by now was staring intently at you. Or more accurately the joint that hung loosely from your lips.
So focused on the burning joint Izuku failed to notice the way your eye's fell onto his, forest green seemingly hazy under the dim lit night. It took him a fair bit of time before his eye's suddenly snapped up to meet your own, sheepishly trying to hide the pink coat of heat that radiated from his face. He stilled for a moment, trying his hardest not to rip his eyes from yours. You looked up at his fondly for a moment, before something swirled in your eye's causing the poor hero to gulp unintentionally.
You took the blunt from your lips, holding it between two fingers, eye's still glued to his as you spoke. The words fell from your lips like silk, drifting lazily into the wall of a man you sat next too.
"You wanna try?"
It was a simple question, simple enough for even a toddler to understand but something about it certainly hadn't clicked in his head. Because if it had maybe he would have answered in words instead of the obscure noise he made. Somehow between a high pitched yelp of a teenage boy and a stunned cry of a bird he had managed to land what he was sure was the worlds most embarrassing "huh?!"
He felt asif he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed too and the way you were staring at him wasn't really helping either. Your heavy gaze was settled onto his face once more, corner of your mouth turned up in amusement as you looked up at him through your lashes, smoke drifting out from your lips as you took a long drag of the joint.
God.
God.
His heart was racing as he tried to still his jumping nerves. I mean certainly you were just being polite. He had to be imagining things, imagining the way your head tilted so innocently, the way you licked your lips like you were egging him on. The night was cold but he felt anything but; he felt hot. Too hot.
A moment passed.
And another.
And yet another before you re-enforced your question once again.
"Well? What'll it be, Deku?" His hero name sounded like hot honey coming from you. Sweet and burning in a way that only made him want, no, need more. He found the words before he could think a straight thought.
"Show me how to do it-" he paused for a moment, firm tone melting away as he took a small breath "Please..?"
Your eye's widened abit, no expecting him to agree by any means. But regardless your hand reached up to his neck, fingernails scraping along the soft skin his adams apple bobbed under your touch. Slowly you brought your hand under his chin, tilting his head down as his lips sat ajar. Your fingers were gentle as you directed him towards you more. Stopping for a second as you looked into his eyes, hooded with anticipation.
"Are you sure you want to try? You don't have to ya know-"
He knew what you meant (to some degree), and in return he nodded holding a shaky breath as you searched his eyes for a moment before continuing; now bringing the joint to your lips.
Taking your time you began to work your way through the joint. One puff at a time you inhaled as much as your lungs would allow, leaving Izuku confused as you placed down last of the blunt. Finally you looked back up at him, before guiding his lips parted lips towards your own.
Thick and heavy the smoke filled his lungs as your lips meet his. He was shocked, words failing him as he stiffened causing you to pull away abit, nervousness overtaking you for a moment.
That was until he pulled you closer. Returning your advance ten fold; a throaty whine leaving him softly.
It was messy as he leaned in more, lips capturing your own hungrily. Greedily drinking in every drop he could get as your hand left his chin, opting instead to run through his thick green hair.
Smoke filled the space between you both, passion and desire driving you before the need for air became more apparent than any of you would have liked. Hesitantly you pulled away, leaving the pro hero breathless, hair messy and eye's blown out.
Frankly if anyone had asked you this was the best he'd looked all night.
You took a moment to catch your breath, regaining your composure before you turned your attention back to the green hair man. You smiled at him before grabbing the blunt once again; slyly holding it up as you spoke.
"Want another try?"
He nodded wordlessly, before you handed him the burning blunt. Laughing at your own little joke you wiped the tears that pricked the corner of your eye's before a large hand turned your head. Izuku looked less than amused as he bought your attention back to him.
"C'mon peaches we both know that's not what I meant" he said almost pouting before you let out another laugh, faking your own shocked innocence.
"Oh, it wasnt?"
"No it wasn't." Again that same pout.
"Oh well, guess it's too late now." You sighed as you grinned at Izuku, clearly enjoy the poor mans suffering. You turned you gaze towards the sky as Izuku begrudgingly took a hit of the joint.
What you didn't expect was to once again find your lips on his, this time the smoke leaking from the corners of his lips. You didn't protest leaning into his grasp while he took the reigns, leading your face towards his. Hand caressing the side of your face nudging you closer to him as he drank you in once again, insatiably almost.
You both stayed like that until the smoke subsided and yet again air became a problem. This time Izuku opting to pull away, leaving you chasing his embrace much to his enjoyment. Now painfully aware of just how cold the night really was you found that same smirk you held earlier plastered on Izuku's face.
"Very funny Midoriya." You said with a playful roll of the eye's only him to hum dis contently. Looking asif he had swallowed a lemon he cringed down at you, causing confusion to bubble up onto your face.
"What?"
"Thats not my name." He stated simply, low and quietly asif he was afraid to say it any louder. "Not to you, not after this"
You smiled, before pulling his arm over your shoulders enjoying the comforting weight. "Alright then, Izuku"
He hummed happily, resting against you comfortably.
"That's better. Next time say it a little louder. I wanna see everyone's face when they see how pretty you look saying my name."
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A/N - pls be kind this is my first time postin anything like this and be aware that I do not swite smut so dont ask. Thats about it hope u enjoyed <3 Comment your thoughts and thank you for reading !
have a oneshot request where the reader is a smoker and you smoke great amount of cigarettes that worried J immensely
you smoke maybe one or two packs a day (I know someone like that😭) either because you find it fun due to it being a habit or due to stress and anxiety or anything in general you just smoke and love to
And an intense argument happens between you and J about this habit of yours yes J does smoke but not like this as of its candy and you insist on your cigarettes but within the argument alas your cigarettes were taken away and you sulkingly approve to quit it
Hey hi my love 🖤✨
Oof one of my family members chain smokes. Ugh the smell is one thing but Chaos has a bad heart and second hand smoking is real.
Moving right along.. forgive meeeeee! I was cleaning out my inbox and I found it much easier to make this into a hc instead of stretching it out into a oneshot. PLEASE DON'T HATE MEEEE. I do hope you enjoy.
Lets get something clear straight out the gate. You ironically met Joker while smoking.
Friday night, you were on some rooftop four cigs in when Joker and his loyal three burst out of the emergency exit.
You barely give them a passing glance as you continue smoking.
Joker was a goner the moment he saw your hooded e/c eyes through the smoke. The way you stare out over the city like you know its secrets, he's mesmerized.
He wanted to get your number. Frost was yelling at him to get in the helicopter. (should you be worried? Because why is the building on fire?)
You gave them all a look of indifference as you flicked your cig away and begin your own escape. And so, the relationship begins.
Joker finding you in odd places smoking alone. He studies the way your hands, so delicate, cup (almost caress) the cig before sparking it to life.
How you faithfully brave the elements shows your dedication and loyalty, attributes that Joker greatly admires.
He finds solace in these silent moments with you. He can unwind from everything while you smoke and self-reflect. Its... nice.
Somehow along the way you and Joker get together after he gained enough courage to ask you for a light. (get it, light)
You wordlessly toss your spare towards him. He wrote his number on it in sharpie and tossed it back. Just like that anon. Rizz.
Sadly you misplace lighters so it takes you weeks to call J up when you manage to find it. In the laundry of all places..
You smell of smoke and vanilla with a hint of mint. That's due to the gum Joker forces encourages you to chew to quit. You don't.
Joker scolds you for smoking two packs a day like its nothing. You genuinely don't know that you light up that much... 😗
Smoking isn't a rebellious act or an anxiety induced habit, you began smoking in your late teens and simply like doing it.
You guess it’s therapeutic, to go through the motions—which makes Joker want you to quit even more. You have no reason to smoke except that you enjoy doing it!
Perks of being a smoker, you're bff with your local cashier at the corner store. She doesn’t discriminate when you buy ten packs without flinching. There's mutual respect at play.
You know the price of a pack across four brands. Don't ask how much gas is or a bag of chips. You don't know nor care.
Despite being a smoker, you do not own an ashtray. You use soda cans, cereal bowls, decorative items Joker has stolen and left lying around to dump your debris in.
Which Joker hates btw. He groans when he picks up a drink he left around and out comes ashes... he's constantly screaming your name in anger. hehe oops.
Because you smoke, you have a quite lax personality that balances out Joker's chaotic nature. You shrug whenever J goes on a murdering spree, i.e, he fills the silence you create with laughter.
Smoke breaks are when you're the most talkative. Deep conversations about the cosmic universe and your place within or trivial things like how a mirror is never brand new, always used.
Joker loves hearing your thoughts as you speak through puffs of smoke. He nicknames you dragon for obvious reasons.
You’ve cried, yelled, and more during theses sessions and Joker still loves you afterwards.
As much as he loves them, he would very much like if you would quit smoking.
Which brings us to one random Tuesday and you're tearing the living room apart, on the hunt for something.
You have a bottle of juice and your phone in hand, flashlight aiding in the search, because you are not crazy. You left your cig and lighter on the coffee table minutes ago! Where did they go?
"Lookin' for something, Doll?"
You know Joker has what you're looking for just by the sound of his voice. You turn around, and lo and behold. J is blocking the balcony door. Arms folded and looking rather stern.
"Hand it over. I haven't smoked all day."
Joker looks taken aback, "Uh, Y/n. Yes, yes you have. You lit up before kissing me good morning! Two after breakfast, then four more at lunch and another in the same hour when you thought I wasn't looking."
He can see you thinking back. You keep track of the day by how many cigarettes you lit. It tracks.
"Hm. I guess you're right."
A knot forms on Joker's temple. Sometimes he hates how easy-going you are. "You are up to two packs a day! Your uhh.. aesthetic has turned into an addiction."
"I wouldn't call it an addiction, J. I just enjoy smoking." you shrug.
"Who says that?! People don't enjoy smoking."
You give him a deadpan stare. "Joker, you smoke."
"Not like you doll. You... you. You treaT it like candy! If ya wanna act like a child, then. Mm, I took your candy away."
Joker thought that not having anything to smoke would put an end to this one-sided argument (and your addiction) but he should have known better.
You hardly look upset. This is an inconvenience, nothing to get bent out of shape over though. He watches you blink up at the ceiling before heaving a sigh.
"You're acting like I smoke hard drugs. Although it’s been years since I shot up."
You missed Joker's face turning white(r than usual). Forcing you to quit was gonna be harder than he thought. He took one addiction away and introduced yet another outlet. Only worse.
