#that and ditching the vape

[devotioncrater]

once i start taking pole dancing classes and once i begin to work out regularly, it will be so over for everyone

[kiddokori]

[gstringsurvivor]

you can tell who has a job and who doesnt based on how much the dash is active around european 12 to 3 pm

[mr-nicegirl]

it's cloves OR NOTHING.

[restlesscrustacean]

being The Transsexual Autistic Kid™︎ at school is crazy y r yall getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 at 15 y do yall even have partners at 13 y r yall bragging abt having multiple friends with benefits and "situationships" at 17 u r in high school im over here playing touys and video games like a normal teenage boy should and yall r getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!! wtf r yall doing!!!

[etherealily]

𝕊𝕀ℕ // ​🇳​​🇦​​🇹​​🇪​ ​🇯​​🇦​​🇨​​🇴​​🇧​​🇸​

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

No one seemed to like the cliffhanger, so here's a draft that I converted into a bonus chapter.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. NSFW. Drugs. Contains brief explicit content. MDNI for this part alone. Closest thing to sm*t I've ever written (and will write).

Part 1 : Whiplash Part 2 : 9 Lives Part 3 : Blessed Part 4 : Shards Part 5 : Eighteen

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

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Nate had never been more pissed in his life. Ever. You'd blatantly disobeyed him. Well, not technically. No technically, you hadn't been told anything, but he'd have figured you weren't so dense as to go and visit Shane motherfucking Crestin in the motherfucking ER !

Honestly. It's like you had one braincell and all it told you was to piss him off.

And fuck him. He definitely saw that in your eyes the last time.

Or was that the molly?

Probably the molly.

But whatever. The fact was, you wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck you, and he had no idea why you wanted him out of your life if that was the case. Wasn't that fate? Two people want something so bad, they should end up doing it, no? Not going and visiting the reason they couldn't do it in the ER.

Yeah, he decided.

Yes. They. Should.

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He'd figured you would avoid him like the plague, anyway. So he didn't care if it reached you or not that he was helping McKay host a party. So imagine his surprise when, after about two months of no contact, you showed up at his party.

"Whoa."

You frowned. "Excuse me?'

"What happened to 'get the fuck out of my life, Nate?' What, were you just full of it?"

"Dude. If me being here bothers you that much, I'll just fucking leav-"

"Jeez, don't be a baby, short stuff.", he cooed, patting your head before slinging an arm around you. "C'mon, let's do shots."

"Hey, whoa, whoa, none of this friendliness."

He rolled his eyes, removing his hand from you. "Fine. C'mon. I missed you."

And the problem was, he did. He actually fucking missed you. Which was the weirdest thing to happen to him since... well, birth. It wasn't anything in particular, it wasn't even the fact that you were easy on the eyes.

He, like a fucking simp, just liked you being around him.

With as much trepidation as a sycophant scorned by his master, he gently, reverently, offered you a shot. "For old times' sake?"

You rolled your eyes, taking it from him. "For old times' sake? Like, the time you got me drunk at school?'

He smiled, his hand slowly back around your shoulder as he tugged you closer, kissing your temple. "We could always go back, y'know?", he murmured next to your ear. "Get high on the bleachers again."

"No."

"C'mon, we haven't hung out in two months. Ditch these fakes. I'm the fun one, anyway."

Jesus.

He took a long drag of his vape, the smoke bombarding your face. He proferred it to you and frowned when you declined. "Why not?"

"I don't vape."

"Are you one of those bitches that says 'smoke a real cigarette'?"

"No, I don't smoke at all."

He rolled his eyes. "We're going to the bleachers."

It was weird, to say the least, the air between you two back at the bleachers. You sat, looking up at the sky, the grass, anywhere but his eyes, and he sat with his head on your lap.

Silence covered the two of you until he sighed. "Can we just pick up where we left off?"

"And where was that?"

"With me almost eating you out."

You scoffed. You wouldn't have done that if you thought he was being serious. You wouldn't have done that if you were entirely sober. But you didn't and you weren't, so you scoffed. "Right. Yeah. Sure."

"I'm not joking. You're making this harder than it needs to be. There isn't any ulterior motive, this is just... boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy-"

"Debatable.", you muttered, but he ignored it.

"-Boy wants to fuck girl, girl wants to fuck boy, boy fucks girl. Why are you adding shit? Do you want drama? Is that what this is? Because we could do drama. I could do drama like you've never fucking seen before!"

In Nate speak, that meant he had a big dick and he wanted you to know.

"Look. It's just too complicated. You've- there's too much-"

"Forget it all. 'Kay? Just you and me.", he replied immediately, sitting up.

"Because you quote-unquote 'love' me."

"Exactly that." His lips found yours, and surprisingly, this time, you actually had a spine and pulled away.

"What the FUCK?"

Huffing, he rolled his eyes and stroked your cheek as he shifted and knelt down. "Can we skip the part where you scream 'what the fuck, what the fuck' and push me away and get to the part where you admit you want me? I've had a long day."

Seeing him down there did nothing to make you feel safer.

"Nate-"

"Jesus fuck, Y/N, please, just, for the love of god-", he muttered, as if you were being an inconvenience at the moment and not him, the asshat on his knees. "Would you just relax?"

"Look, Y/N. I love you.", he said, and his hands slowly slid up to the hem of your shirt, his thumb rubbing the skin right under it. "Let me show you."

"You don't love me. Stop saying that."

"Fine, then. I want you. And stop telling me you don't want me, like it's a mortal sin or something.", he warned, gripping the backs of your thighs.

Sadly, you couldn't entirely blame this on the molly this time.

It definitely contributed to the decision, but mostly to the fact that it made every single touch of his explode with a robust... flavour that you couldn't replicate even if you tried.

He smiled up at you so softly you'd think he was on his knees to propose. But no. Instead of opening up a little box, he opened the fly to your pants.

"Can you look at me, please?"

You sighed, looking down. "What?"

"You really don't look like you're against this. I'd even go so far as to say you want me, but you're too much of a pussy to admit it."

You did want him. BUT. You were against this. Because it was wrong. But you were letting him kiss up your thighs, bite at your lower abdomen.

Meaning it was the world according to Nate and it both infuriated you and turned you on.

FUCK.

Hums came from both your mouth and his, and before you knew it, your fingers felt nothing but the locks of his hair, pulling so hard there was no way he wasn't in pain. And he must have been, because gently, so seamlessly, he trailed his hand up to yours, removing it from his hair and interlocking it with his own.

But he didn't pause. His tongue continued doing... well, whatever the hell it was doing that made you want to stab the Earth for being able to produce Nate Jacobs as well as praise it for... well, being able to produce Nate Jacobs.

"You're a virgin?", he asked, breathless, raising a brow in incredulity.

You'd be lying if you said your brain even registered his question - registered anything but his tongue and lips.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Why? Don't tell me this is still a test to see if I'm easy or not-"

"It's not.", he assured, reaching up slowly, and then kissing your cheek of all fucking places. One of his hands trailed back down and into you while the other one immediately closed your mouth, though you had no idea why. It was a fucking desolate high school football field. No one was going to hear anyway.

He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours as he added another finger, curling them as he worked into you. "Shh, shh, shh.", he murmured, after probably feeling the results of you trying not to lose your shit beneath his palm.

"See? We go great together."

You screamed. But it didn't quite carry.

He frowned in confusion for a moment when you made a muffled noise and then muttered an 'ah' as he gently removed his palm from your mouth.

"That's not..."

"Hm? That's not what?"

You could have killed yourself right there, because he smirked is what he did. He smirked when you couldn't finish (and barely even start) your sentences.

"That's not even remotely..."

You were stalling. That was clear. Why? You didn't know. There was no logical reason. He was already fucking inside you, there was no point in backing out of this now.

But there was reason to hesitate.

He sighed, licking his lips and shaking his head in disappointment, brushing hair from your face. "Hey."

"What?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I will lose my shit. I will cut myself. I will play Russian Roulette again. That work for you?"

Oh, this sick, sick, sick, SICK motherfucker.

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Why you did it? Question for the ages.

You should've said no. You should've gone home. You didn't go home, though, not even after the fact. You probably should have.

Instead, you found yourself back at Fezco's store. Not voluntarily, either, it just seemed your car was as drained as you were, and you forgot to fill it back up.

"Rue?", you called out into what you imagined to be an abyss. Her voice appeared like light at the end of a tunnel. "Hey."

"You high?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need someone to pick me up."

"Maddy's not free?"

"I didn't check."

"Well.", she groaned, shifting around, clearly in some sort of drug-induced discomfort, "You should. I don't wanna kill you, y'know, you mean so fucking much to me."

The sarcasm in her voice was mildly hurtful, but hey. At least she cared enough not to kill you.

More than Nate had ever cared.

"Okay."

So, of course, you called Cassie. Because no fucking way were you calling Maddy to come pick you up from the store owned by the local dealer, which was suspiciously close to the party thrown by her ex.

The car ride with her was smooth and lovely and peaceful. Because she was smooth and lovely and peaceful.

"You think your car will be safe, out there, all night?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I told Fez. He knows what to do."

"Y/N, I... I've noticed you've been off, like, the last term or so."

You did not need her therapy session right now.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"You're not.", she chuckled, nervously, shaking her head as she slowed down at the red light. "You seem on edge. I think it's cause of him."

"Him?" WHAT? How the fuck did this ditz know?

"Yeah. Like, I don't know, maybe you're in love with him, and you think it's, like... forbidden, because he's a bad influence or something, but you just kinda look... strung out. Like there's a huge secret you're keeping."

She was supposed to be clueless about what was going on around her. Isn't that the thing they say about hot blondes?

"Love? In love? With who?"

"Fezco, of course. I get it, he's a dealer, but he's also hot, and I guess, let's face it, he's quite nice for a criminal."

Oh, thank god. The dumb blonde theory stands.

"I'm not in love with Fez."

"Then why are you so... off?"

"I...", you sighed, deciding to stick to the truth as much as safely possible. "I got in with some bad people during spring break."

The look of concern on her face made you want to apologize and buy her whatever she wanted, or maybe even confess to every fucking sinful thought you'd ever had.

"What? Oh, my god, what? Like, hard drugs and shit?"

"More like guns and shit."

"Y/N, WHAT?!"

"Yeah, it was fucked up, but I'm out of it now, though, so you don't have to worry, okay, Cass? I'm peachy. I'm great, honest! Hey, it's turning amber."

She frowned, turning back to the road in front of her. "You sure?"

You'd never been more grateful for Nate throwing the lamp to your right rather than your left.

You'd never been more grateful for Nate giving you a hickey on your right rather than your left.

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, though."

"So. Did you... you went to his party, right? Did you see him? Did you guys talk?"

It took you a moment to figure out that she was talking about her ex.

"McKay? Yeah. Yeah."

"How is he? Did he mention me?"

"He's, um... he's doing fine, I guess. He looks like he misses you, but you know him. He probably won't tell me."

"I just... maybe we... I just want to, um... fix things."

"You should."

"You think?"

You nodded. What the fuck else could you do to distract her from the fact that if she took one look down, she'd see Nate blowing up your phone? "Yeah, you guys were great together."

You instantly cringed. Because that was what Nate had said about you and him. "See? We go great together."'

"I don't know if I want him back, or what. What do you think?"

That I just fucked Nate Jacobs. And that the molly was only half of it. That I'm going to kill myself.

"I think... I think you broke up for a reason, Cass."

She nodded, and the rest of the car ride went in pleasant silence.

Then she dropped you home.

And Rue was waiting for you.

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"You're pissing me off. What is this, blackmail?'

"Yeah. It is. I saw you two in the bleachers, and if you tell people I'm not sober, I'll let it slip that you let Nate Jacobs inside you."

Keep your calm. If you show even a tiny sign of accepting that she was right, you're dead meat. "It was a psych project. He had just finished a practice, so we sat there and finished some work."

"With tequila?"

Silence. Okay. She was not talking about tonight. She was talking about the gun-night. This was salvageable.

"Funnily enough, Y/N, according to what Lexi told me, there's been no 'psych assignment-slash-project.'"

"Rue-"

"So you've not only been lying to all of us, you've been betraying Maddy. And you've done Jules so wrong.'

"Look, you don't even know-"

"Then tell me."

So you did. You told her about the Instagram story, you told her about the Russian roulette, hell, you even told her about the dinner and the scar. What you didn't tell her about was the sex. The mind-blowing guilt-inducing sex.

"But I saw you kiss him on the bleachers."

"I was drunk, Rue. I'd have let the fucking janitor kiss me."

"Look, Y/N, those are my terms."

"You're asking me to lie to everyone about your health, your wellbeing! We're all looking out for you, Rue! Y'can't just blackmail me into not doing right by you."

"As nice as that is, the fact still stands that you fucked Nate."

FUCK!

"Rue, please-"

"He doesn't even fucking want you. He wants to get back at Maddy, and you're too fucked out to see it!"

"Rue, you're crossing the li-"

"I bet that fucking him was the only thing you've been doing this whole time. What, did you fuck him when Maddy was with him?"

Rue laughed after you slapped her and that definitely told you she was so high she couldn't even feel it. "C'mon. Grow up.", she scoffed, tucking hair behind your ear. "Girl code's not important anymore, is it? We're all eighteen - adults - now."

WHY must everyone always do that with your hair? So fucking condescendingly, too?!

"Rue, I didn't fuck Nate Jacobs."

"Then why is he blowing up your phone? Yeah, you think I didn't notice the name on your screen?"

"He blows up my phone because he's a psycho- I told you about the Russian Roulette thing and the gun and the slit wris-"

"Yeah, but you said you asked him to leave you alone and he did. Why would he break no contact? What could've happened?"

"Rue, I am not going to help you fake sobriety in front of your family- I- Rue, what is that?"

She frowned, looking down and following your line of sight. Her bag. The front zip. A needle. She looked back up, deadpan. "Fent."

"RUE! YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME T-"

"Look, Y/N, I like you, I do. There's no reason for you to worry, okay? If you could be quiet, your life will go on as it always does. No reputation loss, no guilt, no embarrassment."

"This will kill you! I can't do that to you, Rue, please!"

"But you can do Nate Jacobs?"

You were genuinely about to strangle this fucking trapper cunt.

"Think about it."

What, had she gotten lessons in blackmail from him?

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That night, you were too fucking exhausted to even question why Nate was knocking at your window. You just opened it for him. You just let him kiss you. You just let him tuck your hair behind your fucking ear.

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Did you visit Shane in the hospital?"

Okay. No way he could have found out about that. You didn't tell a single fucking soul.

"Huh?"

"I beat him up for you. 'Cause he was saying you fucked when you didn't.", he said, his voice oddly calm for a man betrayed.

"I didn't ask you to!"`

"Please.", he scoffed, clapping sarcastically. "Biggest cop-out of the century."

"I didn't!"

"He was calling you a slut, basically. As if you'd just give it up to anyone." What, like he knew you that well?

"Hundreds of people say hundreds of shit about me every fucking day! What am I, supposed to set you on them?"

"You could."

You scoffed.

"I'm being serious. You could say "'sic 'em' " and I'd beat them to a bloody pulp.", he informed, brushing hair over your ear again. "Say it. Tell me someone to beat up. I'll do it. No matter who it is."

"Nate. I didn't ask you to do any of this. I asked you to leave me alone, and you did the opposite!"

"You're acting like I showed up, fucked you, and then just left!"

He clenched his jaw, his grip on the piece of hair he just pushed behind your ear, now shifting to the rest of your hair. "No, cunt. I said 'I love you'. Or did you conveniently forget that?"

Oh. Right. THAT.

"What? You're suddenly acting like a pussy, baby, what's up with that? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't remember. Don't be a pussy. C'mon, tell me. Oh, yeah, wait a minute, you can't."

"You didn't mean that. You wanted to get what you wanted, so you-"

"You think I say shit like 'I love you' lightly? You think I throw that word around?" Yes, he did, but you didn't need to know that. He decided to deploy the trauma card.

"You've seen what my parents are like. You think I'd abuse the words 'I love you'?"

"I guess not-"

"Yeah. EXACTLY."

Ooh, you were putty in his hands and he almost got a semi because of it.

"Look, okay, fine, Nate, that- that was out of pocket, but you can't expect me to-"

"But I do. I have never lied to you. Have I? I've blackmailed you and threatened you and, fuck, yeah, I've stuck a goddamn gun down your throat, but when have I ever lied?"

"So you're saying you 'love' me and I have to just accept it."

"I'm saying I love you, and you have to just believe it.'

And god help you, you somehow did.

"Rue's blackmailing me."

He mock-gasped. "You're cheating on me, then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. Him being so calm in the face of danger should make him look foolish in your eyes, not admirable.

And the molly excuse was being held up by string the breadth of dental floss, honestly.

"Does she use firearms as well? Did you think about me the whole time?" He was clearly trying to make you laugh, and it was working.

He kissed your forehead. "What did she blackmail you for?"

"For or about?"

"Both."

"For : keeping her relapse a secret from everyone. About : the gun-night at the bleachers."

"Okay, so the choice is clear."

"What?"

Nate Jacobs had scared you when he'd said he loved you and when he'd said he'd kill himself for you, but he'd never scared you as much as he did with what he said next.

"We just sit back and watch that bitch OD."

[frownyalfred]

I love you just giving Jim Gordon a vape, it absolutely helps his whole exasperated dad vibe. Do you think he has one absolute monstrosity of a flavor or does he just keep a very large rotation of slightly normal but atrociously sugary flavors (like new flavor for every night of the month)?

I like to think one of his kids or younger coworkers gave him a fancy vape to try and help him quit cigarettes outright but then he decided he liked it way more because he can vape higher intensities of tobacco without smelling like he smoked an entire pack, and after that he ditched the fancy vape (he has to recharge it and it blinks at him when he vapes too much) and now just picks up whatever flavor of the week he can get at the local corner stores. It’s Gotham, so he really shouldn’t trust his lungs to Cottoncandy Bliss Ice or whatever it is they’re selling that week, but also, it’s Gotham. He needs to hit that vape or he will jump off a roof and take Batman with him, you know what I mean?

[matchpointfaist]

won't you save me? ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

sheltered art x flirty reader pt ii

the second time art saw you, you were clean from your usual messy makeup, your hair pulled into a bun and a pink hoodie covering the frame he'd become uncomfortably familiar with. you had a coffee in one hand and a vape in the other, looking irritated and frazzled and not at all how he'd seen you the week prior.

he must have been too lost in thought to watch where he was going, or maybe you had him under some sort of trance, but next thing he knew his shirt was covered in iced coffee, and you were looking up at him with wide eyes, apologies spilling from your lips in record time.

"oh! oh, gosh, no, it's alright," he rambled, the cold liquid slicking his shirt to his chest. "it's my fault, i wasn't paying attention-" his breath caught as you pulled the hoodie over your head, leaving you in a lace trimmed tank top, much tighter than the pink fabric had been. just as he started to gain some composure, your hands were on him, blotting his shirt with your jacket like it was the most obvious solution in the world.

"i'm such a clutz," you laughed regretfully, wiping his shirt down, "i am so sorry," "it's okay!" his voice was suddenly hoarse, his face hot and hands shaking, "i can clean it up, don't ruin your hoodie," "i don't mind," and there it was- that smile that weakened his knees, the one he'd seen you giving all the boys at that stupid frat party, this time directed at him. and oh god, he was fucked.

"you're art, right?" you asked, pulling the hoodie away to survey the condition of his t shirt, "donaldson?" "yeah!" it came out quicker than he would've liked, "uh, yes, that's me. i didn't know we knew each other,"

"oh, i try to make a habit of knowing all the tennis boys," he could've sworn you were teasing him, "especially the blonde ones," "w-why's that?" he borderline squeaked, "do you like tennis, i mean?"

"sure, somethin like that," you grinned, and dear god, you winked at him, "cute necklace,"

and then, when art thought it couldn't get any worse, your black fingernails were on his silver crucifix, your eyes inspecting it curiously, "you christian?"

"catholic," he nearly choked out, "i- it's a crucifix, when they nailed him to the cross-" "i know what a crucifix is, donaldson," you rolled your eyes, but your smile was back; oh god, your smile.

"well i have to get to class," his heart was pounding, the tent in his sweats threatening to give him away, to expose him and all his impure thoughts and fantasies- your hand was on his arm. and he was so fucking gone.

"you should call me sometime," you said softly, your eyes all wide and sweet and your lashes were so long and oh god, there he was, thinking about your on your knees again. "i don't have your number," was all he managed, his breath stuck in his tightening throat.

"give me your phone," it was like a command, like you were controlling his actions, because before he could even think, you were typing your number into his cell and passing it back to him with another wink.

"see you, artie," you grinned, patting his shoulder, "oh, and you might wanna do some extra praying to make up for all that," you giggled as your eyes fell to his thighs, to the obvious tent, to the very thing he'd been so desperate to hide.

before he could protest, or make some last ditch excuse, you were gone, the smell of your perfume lingering enough to nearly make his mouth water.

he watched you go, each sway of your hips adding to the tension, adding to the twisted longing he felt for you.

that night, he hovered over your contact, debating what he'd even say to you. 'hey, it's art. i think i'm in love with you.' 'hi! it's art. i jerked off to you last week.' 'hey, it's art donaldson. you make me question my faith.' finally, 'hey, it's art, from earlier.'

your reply came minutes later, the vibration off his phone interrupting his nightly prayer, and he tried to ignore the guilt as he paused his talk with god to begin his arguably more important talk with you.

'hi, art from earlier.' you'd sent, 'whatcha doin?'

'fantasizing about you.' 'just getting ready for bed. you?'

'same.' and then there it was, and he felt sick, he felt restless and needy and depraved and you were on his screen, a selfie of you in your silk pajamas, your hair down just barely covering your chest and his own chest was growing so very tight, his breathing restricted, his eyes taking in every single detail.

'oh.' was all he could manage to reply, shifting uncomfortably in his boxers, his skin flushed, 'goodnight then.'

'night, artie :) hope you handled your little problem from earlier.'

oh, he'd handle it. god, he wished you could handle it for him.

[rhysintherain]

Last ones we had I missed because Pixie ate a bee, swelled up like a pathetic creature, and kept me inside all evening feeding her benadryl and making sure she could breathe.

Every time the aurora is supposed to be visible here I'm either out of town or it's cloudy. And then the pictures come in from people enjoying it while I'm being aurora cockblocked again and again. God's little joke on me specifically.

[crushpunky]

toxic!reader and rafe vs the pogues

masterlist

your fave psycho girl is back :) warning: brief nudity, swearing, + vaping

Y/n laid on one of the Cameron family’s lounges, the sun warm against her skin as she basked in its golden rays. She’d opted to ditch her swim top, hoping to even out her complexion since it was just her and Rafe. She’d been nagging at Rafe for weeks, trying to get him to invite her over to hang out by the pool and he had finally caved.

Sprawled out on a lounge next to her, Rafe’s swim shorts rode up to show the golden tan of his legs as he scrolled through his phone. Y/n found her eyes lingering on his sweat glistened body, biting her lip subconsciously with each and every shift of his muscles.

“Pool. Fuckin’. Day.” A voice shouted from the patio, causing Rafe and y/n’s heads to whip around to see the Pogue’s making their way out to the pool deck. With a slight yelp, y/n quickly turned back and scrambled for her towel, holding it against her bare chest as JJ shucked his t-shirt off before jumping into the pool with a holler. A shower of water coated the pool deck, splattering y/n and Rafe.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rafe said, his teeth gritted as he slammed his phone down on the lounger. Y/n grabbed his discarded t-shirt, quickly throwing it on as Rafe crossed the pool deck to stop in front of his sister.

“What am I doing here? I live here, asshole.” Sarah snapped, spreading her towel out on the concrete. Y/n scoffed before she was even able to stop herself. At the sound, Sarah’s eyes immediately darted to her before narrowing.

“Oh of course she’s here.” Sarah sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Y/n rolled her eyes before flipping Sarah off.

“Hey,” Rafe said, snapping his fingers to get Sarah’s attention back on him, “you and your dirty fuckin Pogue friends need to get out of here. I’ve got the pool for the day and I’m going to decide who can and can’t be here, a’ight?”

“Who put you in charge?” Sarah scoffed. “Dad leaves for one fuckin’ day and all of a sudden you think you’re in charge of—”

“I am in fuckin’ charge—” Rafe snapped back, taking a step closer to his sister.

“Hey, dude, you need to back off.” John B said, placing a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“Jesus Christ!” Y/n snapped, finally getting up from her lounger and stepping between John B and Rafe as they started shoving at each other. “Cut it out! I wanted one day— one fucking day— to relax and tan and get drunk and you have to interrupt it. I mean seriously, Sarah, you knew we were gonna be here—”

“I did not!” Sarah scoffed.

“You did, don’t act like you’re the victim here.” Y/n sneered, rolling her eyes. She looked past Sarah at Kiara and JJ, floating in the pool alongside Pope and Cleo who watched the siblings arguing with wide eyes. God she hated the Pogues, I mean hated, but she also knew neither of the Cameron siblings were gonna back down from this without a fight and, honestly, she didn’t want to have to deal with that on her day of relaxation.

“But,” y/n pressed a hand to her temple, not even believing the words she was about to say, “I guess we can share.”

“What?!” Rafe scoffed, his voice sharp as John B and Sarah looked at y/n with surprised looks on their faces.

“I’m honestly too tired at this point to give a fuck, Rafe.” Y/n sighed, adjusting her sunglasses. “As long as you’re quiet— and I mean silent— it’s fine.”

“Ok that seems… perfectly reasonable, right Sarah?” John B said, nodding as he looked over at Sarah, who continued to shoot daggers at y/n. “Right, Sarah?”

“Yes. Fine.” Sarah spat. “I’ll be quiet in my pool at my house with my friends so you, who don't even live here by the way, can have a nice day of relaxation, princess.”

“Perfect.” Y/n smiled sweetly. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

Sarah rolled her eyes once more before turning on her heels to lay down on her beach towel. Rafe ran a hand down his face with a groan before turning to y/n.

“Seriously?” Rafe seethed. “You’re just gonna let them interrupt our day?”

“I’m past the point of giving a fuck, so yes, I am going to let them ‘interrupt’ our day.” Y/n sighed before making her way back to her lounger. She dug through her beach bag, pulling out her vape before settling back into her seat.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you went soft.” Rafe muttered as he sat next to her, a scowl on his face as he watched the Pogues splash around in the water. Y/n chuckled slightly before hitting her vape, inhaling and exhaling deeply as she sank into her previous, comfortable position. She allowed her eyes to close, rolling out her neck and allowing herself to relax.

“Are you gonna take your top off again, y/n?” JJ chirped from the pool, sending y/n’s eyes open. Pope delivered a smack to the back of JJ’s head. Rafe was already scrambling to his feet, swearing as y/n quickly grabbed onto his arm. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his bicep, able to stop him just enough to prevent him from diving into the water. Without a second of hesitation, y/n shucked her top off before jumping into the water… directly on top of JJ.

He let out a yelp as she collided with his body, sending the rest of the pool into a panic as she grappled with JJ. The two of them pushed at each other, attempting to grab at the other and remain above the water. Y/n slapped at his skin, JJ trying to shield himself from the harsh scrapes of her nails as he struggled not to drown in the water, keeping his hands up. Rafe jumped into the water, swimming over to the two of them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” JJ shouted, delivering a shove that allowed him enough space to escape y/n’s flailing arms. “You’re fucking crazy!”

“I’ll show you fuckin’ crazy you Pogue bitch!” Y/n went to jump at JJ again, but Rafe was able to grab her waist just in time, hauling her back towards the edge of the pool. He spun her around, turning her bare chest to face him and holding her firmly against his body.

“Jesus Christ!” Sarah spat, her and John B helping a heaving JJ out of the pool. “Fine, we’ll fucking leave you psychos.”

The rest of the Pogues clamored out of the pool, grabbing their bags and towels. As JJ got to his feet, y/n noticed the fresh scratches adorning his arms and chest.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Rafe seethed, looking down at y/n as she looked up at him with a wicked grin. The Pogues rushed out of the backyard of Tanneyhill, their complaints falling on deaf ears as y/n pulled herself out of the pool.

“Well, we’ve got to the pool to ourselves now, do we not?” Y/n giggled before walking back to her lounger with a smirk.

[buckysgrace]

Here me out : fluff/smut (your choice) Gator Tillman fic - movie night 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hope you enjoy this!! Have been missing him sooooo much <3

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

CW: Oral sex, unprotected p n v sex, some dirty talk hehehe

Gator didn't like movies. At least that's what he had mentioned to you; over and over again. He claimed that he didn't have time, he was simply too busy and there was nothing that he really enjoyed anyway.

You were the opposite. You had a movie pass, flocked to the theater to see all the new ones. Even movies that you didn't enjoy. You watched Rom-Com's, horror, thrillers, historical movies - all of them. You enjoyed it all. And you were determined to share that love with him.

"What's wrong with The Goonies?" You asked seriously as you glanced at him, eyebrows furrowed as you looked away from the list that you had pulled up on your phone. You had slowly been collecting movies that you thought he would adore, though each suggestion seemed to take you a further step back.

"Never heard of it." He shrugged as he dropped his coffee cup into the sink, already dressed and ready for work. He had been extra frustrated with his hair that morning, informing you that he was in dire need of a haircut. You honestly couldn't notice much of a difference, though you supposed you were biased. You liked when it got a little unruly.

"it's a classic," you replied in horror, eyes widening at his revelation, "You have to watch it." You told him seriously, watching the way he crinkled his nose at your words. He didn't like to do anything that was considered too popular.

"It's just a movie." He replied as he brought his vape up towards his lips, taking a deep inhale to start off the morning. You shook your head as he blew the fruity cloud in your direction, waving it away as you worked on softening him up on the idea.

"It's fantastic," you told him seriously, "It would be fun. I can make us a pizza, we can wear some cute pajamas and binge some great movies. C'mon." You scooted off of the stool as you approached him this time, carefully resting your palms over his uniform as you spoke.

"I'd rather be doing something else." He grinned mischievously as he brought his large palms against your hips, squeezing softly as he rocked back and forth with you. You snorted.

"You're lucky you're getting laid at all when your movie taste is so horrendous," you warned him, wagging a finger in his direction, "So what do you say?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes and pouting your lips out. That usually swayed his decision, though you were prepared to drop to your knees if it came to that too.

"I guess." He sighed deeply as you continued to rub your hands across his chest, grinning widely as he agreed to your terms.

"Don't get so excited," you teased him, "I know that deep down you can't wait." You patted your hand over his heart, making him scoff at your sentence.

"Sure," he hummed, lips curling into a gentle smile before he leaned forward to kiss your temple, "I'll see you at seven then." He reminded you, making you realize how long you'd be waiting. That at least gave you time to prepare.

"Sounds good," you hummed as you laced your fingers with his, "I'll have it all set up. I'll even get the good popcorn." You added teasingly as you leaned forward, giving his lips a brief kiss; sealing the deal before he could protest.

-

"You're late," you stated as soon as he pushed the key into the doorknob and slid your apartment door open, "I thought you were going to ditch me." You teased as you rested your hands on your hips, showing off the pajamas you had found at Walmart earlier that day. He was lucky enough to have a pair that would match.

"I'm two minutes late," he chuckled, cocking his eyebrows as he held up the six-pack in his hand, "I brought goods. And candy, just for you." He hummed as he set the goodies down, making you playfully gasp. He didn't often say how he felt, but usually he let you know through his actions. Like now.

"I guess you're forgiven then." You wrapped your arms around his waist as you pulled him forward, not caring that you could smell the busy day on him.

"Gee, thanks," he chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours, sighing deeply as he held onto you, "Missed you." He brought his hands against your face gently, cupping you for a moment as he grazed his thumbs across your skin.

"I missed you too," you giggled, suddenly feeling a lot younger, "I hope you're ready for this bomb movie night." You teased, watching the way he playfully shook his head.

"Ecstatic," he said dryly, continuing to rub his thumb across your skin, "I'm gonna clean up real quick." He told you as he pulled away, but not before you gave him another quick kiss.

"I set it up for you," you grinned as you bit down on your bottom lip, "your pjs are ready." You added as you wagged your fingers, watching the way his expression turned perplexed. He shook his head as he walked away, though you knew he'd go along with what you asked. Even if he acted like he didn't want to.

When he returned he was shuffling his feet, a disgruntled look on his face as he came to a stop at the end of the hall. His hair was resting over the front of his head, still slightly damp. You grinned, taking in the yellow and orange pjs that he had so kindly put on.

"Why Garfield?" He asked as he held his hands out, looking confused before he dropped them again. You laughed, not wanting to admit that it was mainly for your own amusement.

"You said you liked him!" You reminded him, pretending to be stunned as he sighed.

"Yeah, when I was like five." He grumbled, looking rather grumpy as you waved away his complaints. You thought he looked very cute. Handsome.

"Sit down," you ushered him away, grinning as you reached for the new plates you had purchased for the night, "I made your favorite." You teased as you pressed forward the slices of pizza that you had made. He liked a little bit of everything on it.

"What would I do without you?" He teased as he leaned down, kissing your cheek again. You hummed in response, letting your hand rest against his waist for just a second.

"Survive off of TV dinners," you told him seriously as you gave a little shake of your head, "You need to learn how to cook." You reminded him, even though your experiences hadn't been great thus far. You were sure he'd burn water on accident.

"But then you wouldn't need to feed me," he teased as he pulled you close, "I like this better anyway." He added, looking quite proud as he held his plate up happily.

"Of course you do." You shook your head as you scooted onto the couch with him, linking your ankles with him as you searched for The Goonies.

"What's this movie about anyway?" He grumbled between mouthfuls, exhaling for a second as a steam of smoke rolled off of his tongue from how hot the food was.

"I guess kinda like a treasure hunt," you said slowly as you pressed play, meeting the dry look he sent you, "trust me, it's funny. You'll like it."

"There's a bunch of kids." He protested, curling his lip up as you shook your head.

"Will you stop whining?" You laughed as you squeezed his knee, listening to him sigh and shuffling back into the chair. Once he stopped objecting, you knew that he'd enjoy it. Even though he would stop every few minutes to ask you about something, but you didn't mind that.

Your plates, popcorn and candy had been forgotten an hour into the movie. The lights were off, his arm was strung lazily over your shoulders as he bounced his feet back and forth between yours. Always unable to stay still.

He kept brushing his fingertips gently across the curve of your neck, then down towards your collarbone as he kept his eyes locked on the screen. He was vaping every so often, the last of his beer tucked to the side of his leg as he dropped his head against yours.

"Mhm, thanks for this." He said a second later, still brushing his thumb across your skin. You blinked in surprise, not expecting that from him.

"You're welcome," you told him, heart fluttering as you looked up towards him, "did you enjoy it?" You asked hopefully, even though the movie wasn't quite over yet.

"Yeah," he shrugged his shoulders softly, "why don't you lay back?" He suggested a second later, beginning to pull away from you.

"Why?" You asked as you glanced towards the time on the grandfather clock. It wasn't even ten yet. You weren't sure you were ready to sleep just yet.

"Relax." He said dryly, watching you intensenly. You furrowed your eyebrows together, preferring to relax against him.

"I am relaxed." You stated again, nodding your head firmly. He sighed deeply, shaking his head once again.

"Just do what I asked." He told you firmly this time, making you hold you rhands up innocently.

"Bossy," you mumbled, scooting back as you did what he asked. You looked up at him curiously, crossing your hands over your chest as he plopped the recliner down. It took you another second to connect the dots as he crept forward, pushing your knees up, "oh! You could've just told me."

"Stop talking," he laughed as he looked at you, fingers looping through the band of your pajama bottoms, "don't tell me your panties are this ridiculous." He looked up at you playfully, making your insides warm in embarassment.

"Uh," you smiled sheepishly, "they're not Garfield." You offered, lifting your hips to assist his actions. He tugged the pajamas down slowly, breathing in every inch of you.

"Huh," he chuckled as he tilted his head, looking at the soft blue color, "Tuesday on a Friday. I like that." He mocked as he dragged his fingers across the words on your panties.

"It's laundry day." You protested, biting back on your own laughter. He nodded as he tugged your panties down slowly, his mouth falling gently against your skin.

"Cute," he hummed as he drifted his lips across your inner thighs, kissing softly as he continued to tug your panties down your legs, "I like you better like this anyway."

Gator had a way of inspecting you, pressing two of his fingers across your pussy and spreading you open for him. His eyes wandered across your folds, your swollen bud like he was memorizing every inch before diving in.

Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest as he flicked his tongue out across your folds, taking a broad lick that made your thighs tremble.

"Got such a pretty little tang," he complemented, groaning softly as he squeezed your thighs and spread you further apart, "tastes so sweet too." He smirked as he glanced up at you, his hazel eyes filling with lust.

A moan rolled off your tongue as he dived back in, greedily dragging his tongue through your soaked folds as the pleasure began to build inside of you. You rocked your hips forward slowly, earning a little groan from him as you rutted yourself up against his face.

"God," you sighed blissfully, gasping as your clit throbbed as he teasingly passed over it. You chewed on your bottom lip, fingers falling to the back of his head to keep him in place, "feels good, Gator. Don't stop." You pleaded softly, already feeling the white hot lust growing inside of you.

You gaped as you nestled your fingers through his hair, rocking your hips forward in bliss as his tongue steadily dragged against your cunt. He flicked his tongue between your folds, against your clit before wrapping his pretty lips around the sensitive bud.

The tip of his tongue dragged around your clit slowly, tracing it as he continued to suck on it. You were whimpering at that point, your head falling back against the arm rest as he continued to flick his tongue against the bud gently.

"Fuck," you breathed out, feeling restless as you continued to rock your hips up against his face. It felt nice, fantastic even, but you were reallywanted something else. The thought of being stretched and full of his cock left your mouth watering, made you feel slightly feral, "wanna feel you. Please, please." You begged as you looked down at him, loosely tugging on his hair to pull him away.

It was almost sinful to look upon him, to see your slick coating his swollen lips and his eyes full of carnal pleasure. He was quick on his feet though, stripping out of his dorky pajama pants and pressing himself up against the back of your thighs.

Your eyes traveled down the length of your body, gazing onto his heavy cock. Precum was leaking from his tip, right onto your exposed skin as he wrapped his long fingers around his thick girth and gave himself a little pump. The sound that left his lips was heavenly, making you squirm underneath him.

"Not fair," you told him quickly, chest rising and falling quickly, "wanna feel you. C'mon." You urged him, reaching down to gently squeeze at the head of his cock.

He moaned this time, his tone pitchy and full of want as he thrusted his hips forward one more time. He sighed deeply as he dragged his long length across your slick folds, earning a little moan from you before he pressed his fat tip against your soaked walls.

"She feels so good for me already," he teased cockily as he slowly began to push himself inside of you, wanting you to feel every little inch as he sunk into your weeping cunt, "you fit around me so well, takin' me so good, honey." He rambled off, cheeks flushing as he buried himself deeper inside of you.

Little moans fell from your lips as you gripped his biceps, your feet falling against his sides as your cunt stretched around his thick girth. You savored the feeling of being pushed apart by him, your mind already beginning to feel foggy with pleasure.

"Oh, God," you breathed out, whining as you slowly pressed your hips up in his direction. You squeaked as he bottomed out against you, his balls falling against your skin, "Jesus, Gator."

"S'yeah?" he grunted as he dropped his head against yours momentarily, whining as he looked down at the way your bodies were connected, "squeezin' me so tight, baby. You feel so fuckin' good." He sighed as he lazily thrusted forward, the tip of his cock pressing against your deepest crevices.

You were momentarily speechless as he began to move, pulling out and then rutting his hips back into you roughly. You could feel yourself leaking around his girth, your walls clamped around him tightly like you didn't want to let go.

His lips ghosted across your face as he dragged his cock in and out of your slick walls, grunting each time as the pleasure raced up your spine. You dug your fingertips into his skin, whimpering as he built a steady rhytymn.

You were rocking your hips up to meet his motions, desperate to feel more of him. Each thrust made you cry out, made your heart hammer and the pleasure turn electric within your body.

His hands moved to your waist, strong and steady as he guided you along his rough movements. You moaned even louder, mind feeling fuzzy as your lips gently brushed against his own. You kissed at his mouth lazily, unable to fully concentrate as your pleasure built deeper and deeper.

"Right there!" you gasped as the tip of his cock brushed against your bundle of nerves, making your toes curl and a fire spread within you, "fuck, oh my God." You tilted your head up towards him, gasping at the way he continued to drag you along the curve of his cock.

The sound of your bodies meeting filled your ears, pushing away any lingering sounds of the movie as you focused on the groans that were falling from his lips. You could make out his flushed cheeks from the lights from the TV screen, the way he was furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he continued to grind his cock against the spot you needed most.

He grunted lowly as he reached down between your bodies, pressing his finger against your sensitive bud. You gasped at the sensation, body squirming underneath him as he began to rub it in deep circles.

"Fuck," you cursed again, gasping as the pleasure became too intense. You could feel the muscles in your stomach constricting, your toes curling as you cried out in bliss, "Gator! Fuck, Fuck!" You squeaked, unable to help yourself as your orgasm crashed over you.

You momentarily felt like you were floating, body crashing against his as you came around his cock. You could feel your cunt wrapping tightly around his girth, squeezing him as you came.

"Attagirl," he groaned against your ear, voice raspy as he contineud to drag his cock in and our of your aching pussy. You whined as you gripped a hold of him, still riding out your high as his thrusts became slower, "feels so fuckin' good. Gonna fill this pretty little tang up." He huffed, nose dragging against yours as he pressed himself deeply inside of you.

You moaned in encouragement as you felt his cock throbbing against your fluttering walls, his warm cum spreading inside of you a second later. You kissed eagerly at his neck, licking away the sweat and savoring the way his groans vibrated through his body.

"S'good," he sighed as he dropped his head next to yours, breathing deeply as he traced his hands across your body, "little vixen." He spit out a second later, making the two of you laugh.

You laid underneath him for a moment, just savoring the feeling of his flesh against your own as you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was beating inside of your chest.

"Mhm, you owe me another movie night," you laughed as you listened to the credits roll, shaking your head, "you missed the best part of the movie!" You protested, only gaining a snort from him.

[tttabii]

FIRST TIME VAPING . PART 1

THANOS / CHOI SU-BONG X READER

header made by me

part 2

warning : vape ? underage drinking and smoking

YOU WERE A MODEL STUDENT. The quintessential student—straight A student, class president, and you always followed the rules. There wasn't a teacher in the building who didn't love you, and they always singled you out as the student they used to show the rest of the class what they should be doing.

On top of that, you were cute, shy, and pretty, and other students adored you or fantasized about you whenever you walked by.

Su-Bong was the opposite. 

The bad boy, the leader of a group of wannabe-delinquents who would follow him around like some form of a gang member; he ditched class whenever he wanted, didn't give a care about homework, and somehow managed to get away with all of it because even the teachers knew better than to anger him.

Oddly enough, that is what caught you off guard today; even he didn't see it coming. It was in the middle of history class. The teacher, a woman who had long since stopped teaching, was going on yet another random tangent about how her rich husband took her to Europe for vacation, while we all sat there listening to her tell us how her master's degree made her better than all the other teachers in the school.

You were not the kind of person to back then. Ever.

But some part of you broke. You slapped your hand on the table. "Can you shut the fuck up already?"

Silence.

Every last mouth hung agape in shocked silence in the classroom. No laughter, just pure, honest disbelief. Because you—the model student, the class president—had just yelled at a teacher.

The teacher gasped as if you physically struck her and stammered for a moment before she stuttered out her reaction. Even she was at a loss.

And Su-Bong? He simply grinned. Big. 

For the first time in the entire year, you had his full attention.

When recess arrived, you had wanted some space. You found yourself in the back of the schoolyard, sitting against the wall, scrolling on your phone to escape the mortifying realization of what you had just done. 

This was when a shadow fell over you. You looked up. It was Su-bong, taking a slow puff of his vape before lazily blowing a cloud of vapor into the air. His school blazer was hanging off his shoulders, his tie loose, his shirt slightly unbuttoned as if he couldn't care less about following the dress code. 

He leaned against the wall next to you and nudged your arm with his elbow. You stared at him, confused. He looked amused. "You actually have it in you," he said, softly. 

You frowned. "What?"

"To break the rules," he replied, grinning down at you. "I didn't think you had the balls."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "I don't 'break rules.'"

Su-bong raised an eyebrow. "Right. Because telling a teacher to shove it up their ass is totally following the rules."

You pressed your lips together and started feeling shy. "That was... an accident."

"Sure it was," he chuckled and took another slow puff of his vape.

Your gaze shifted to it; the way the smoke spiraled around his lips prior to him letting it out. You had never taken a hit before and had always been the responsible one. Good at avoiding smoking, vaping, drinking, and anything else that could put you in a bad situation.

 But today? You felt reckless and curious. Su-bong recognized that your eyes were on the vape in his hand.  He tilted his head softly and brought the vape back down to his side. 

"Wanna try?"

You blinked. "Isn't it bad for you?

He smirked, laughing lightly. "So is talking back to a teacher, but that didn't stop you."

You hesitated... this was stupid. Completely stupid. But before you could make the stupid choice, you reached out to him. Su-bong looked genuinely shocked when you brought the vape out of his fingers. 

He didn't really think you would do it. He had no way of knowing the metal was still warm from where he had just used it. You placed the vape in your mouth and inhaled slowly—immediately choking.  

The moment the smoke hit your lungs, it was like a shock to your system. You hadn't expected it to feel thick, almost like it was coating your throat. Your first instinct was to breathe through your nose and mouth at the same time, but that was a mistake.

The puff of smoke came spilling down too quickly, and your lungs kicked it out of your body at once. You stared wide-eyed and coughed hard, bending over as the irritation hit you like a brick. The sound of laughter erupted, deep and infectious, and you could feel embarrassment blazing in your cheeks. 

"Shit, princess," he laughed while he reached for the device and took it from your death grip. "You don't have to die on the first try."

You were still coughing and trying to clear your lungs so properly glaring at him was out of the question, although tears had begun to gather in your eyes. Su-bong crouched in front of you on his tiptoes, and gradually, his laughter faded upon studying your face. 

"Damn," he said. "You don't really know how to inhale, huh?"

Thankful for the recovery time, you wiped at your eyes and croaked a question, "What the hell was that?"

He smirked. "That was you fucking up."

You scowled. "I didn't-"

"Yes, you did," he interjected with a low chuckle. "You were inhaling through your nose and mouth at the same time... right?"

You hesitated. "...Maybe."

Su-Bong shook his head, still smirking. "Yeah, don't do that. Just use your mouth."

You sighed again, feeling dumb. "This is stupid."

He laughed as he held the vape up again. "One more time. Slower."

You hesitated.

Su-Bong could see the doubt in your eyes, so rather than handing the vape back to you, he lifted it to his lips first. You watched as he carefully took a slow and easy drag before parting his lips to exhale some of it into the air. 

The smoke lifted from his mouth before dissipating into the atmosphere. Then, instead of passing it to you... he slid the vape back to your lips.

Your heart skipped a beat. Cold, long fingers brushed against the bottom of your chin, lightly tilting it up so you were looking straight at him.

Okay.

Wow.

"C'mon," he murmured gently, lowering his voice as if trying to coax you. "One more time."

You swallowed hard. Your lips parted as he pressed the vape to them. This time, you took his advice, slow and soft. 

You didn't do anything fancy—just breathed in through your mouth, letting the smoke linger for a few extra seconds before letting it out. It felt so smooth letting it escape with the fruity taste coating your tongue.

Su-Bong had watched you intently, and when you released it while managing not to choke, his mouth pulled into a grin. "There you go, class prez," he murmured. "Breaking the rules like a pro."

You let out an incredulous, breathless laugh as you placed the vape back in his hands. "That was kinda cool."

Su-Bong raised an eyebrow as if to challenge your 'kinda.' "Told you it was."

You shook your head, still feeling a little 'dopey' from the whole thing. "No really, but I still think it's bad for you."

He smirked. "And yet you did it."

You huffed and looked down. A moment of watching you with that same intensity.

Something was different in you today. The classic good girl act was still 100% there, but there were cracks, albeit small cracks forming.

And guess what? He liked it. 

"You have to be careful, princess," he murmured as he slipped the vape back into his pocket. "If you hang out with me long enough, you might just end up like me."

You scoffed. "As if."

He chuckled. 

We'll see.

Su-Bong placed his vape into his pocket and shoved his hands into his pockets while walking towards the canteen. "Where are you going?" you asked, still leaning against the wall.

"To get food," he said a little lazily without even turning around. "That little lesson made me hungry." 

You watched him as he walked away, relaxed, broad shoulders moving under the loose blazer he wore. And then—you felt it. Your mouth was really dry. Your throat felt a little weird, almost scratchy, and your head was starting to feel a little light. 

Shit. 

You rushed up, jogging after him, grabbing at whatever part of his sleeve you could. "Wait." 

Su-Bong turned around and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at your hand gripped onto his jacket.

His eyes flew back to your face, and you could see that you were looking a little panicked. "What?" he asked. 

You swallowed. "Are there... side effects from vaping?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Already feeling it?"

You nodded quickly and was still a little breathless from the effort to catch up with him. "My throat feels dry, my head feels weird, and I think I'm dehydrated." 

Su-Bong made a snorting noise. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Dehydration, dry throat, maybe a little lightheadedness—welcome to the club, princess."

You frowned. "That's not a good thing." 

He grinned, amused at how fast you were regretting your decision.

"C'mon," he sighed, tilting his head toward the canteen. "Let's get you some water before you pass out."

He started walking, and you followed without hesitation, sticking close to him as the two of you entered the bustling canteen.

As soon as you walked into the place, you could feel it. The stares. The whispers. People were talking. You—the class president, the nice girl, the ideal student—were walking with Su-Bong, the most feared bad boy in the school. 

No one expected to see it. The guys especially. You were popular, in a way. Not because you tried to be, but because everyone else liked you—or had a crush on you.

You were the sort of girl they thought would go with a guy like them. A boy who was slightly rebellious, but still popular. Someone safe. Someone who fit the stereotype of a "high school romance" type of boyfriend. 

 Not Su-Bong.

Su-Bong was different. He was not just rebellious; he was trouble. He had a gang. People feared him. He was crazy handsome, yes—probably better looking than any of the boy who had crushes on you—but his bad boy energy was too much.

He was off limits. No girl would even dare to approach him. But you were not afraid. And that? That turned heads. 

The whispers got louder when you and Su-Bong stopped at a vending machine. 

Su-Bong picked up a bottle of water, opened it, and gave it to you without a word. You accepted it gratefully and downed half of the bottle before breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

Su-Bong smirked at you while leaning against the machine. "Better?"

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded. "Yeah."

Su-Bong clicked his tongue as he watched you. "I told you that vaping would dry you out."

You breathed out and glanced at him. "You could've warned me first." 

"I thought you'd chicken out if I did," he said with a stupid grin. 

You frowned. "I hate you."

"Aw," he cooed sarcastically, patting your head like you were a child, "you'll live." 

You slapped his hand away while he laughed. At that moment, someone from across the canteen called out, "Oi, Su-Bong! Since when did you start babysitting?"

Followed by laughter. Su-Bong rolled his eyes and totally ignored them. You could feel the stare of people looking at you—the stare of everyone and their interest in what the hell was going on between the two of you.

"You worried about what people are saying?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly. 

You stared for a moment before shrugging. "Not really. Just... surprised."

He hummed and crossed his arms. "Let 'em talk. Who cares?"

You looked up at him. "And you? Do you care?"

Su-Bong looked you in the eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Not in the slightest." 

He was unwavering in his conviction. You don't know why, but that made you feel a little better. As if, maybe—just maybe—being around Su-Bong wasn't horrible, after all. But he stayed next to you the entire time, checking in for your well-being. 

Because, whether he wanted to admit it or not... He felt a little responsible. And maybe, just maybe, he cared.

Su-Bong didn't ask. He simply walked into class, picked up your bag from your desk at the front of the class, and tossed it over his shoulder.

You blinked at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, simply moved his chin to indicate the back of the classroom. "Come on."

Before you could object, he was swapping your seat with his, pushing a guy, who looked like he was going to pop a vein, out of his desk and into your old one without even looking back. You weren't at all certain if that was the right thing to do, but when you saw how serious he was, you just sighed and took a seat beside him.

Of course everyone leapt into immediate action. Whispers roared through the room.

"Did she just move to the back!"

"Wait. Is she sitting with Su-Bong?"

"When were they ever friends?"

You were well aware of the hierarchy of your classmates: all the good and proper students sat at the front and all the bad students sat at the back.

And now look at you? Sat beside the ultimate definition of trouble.

Su-Bong slumped into his chair, arms crossed defiantly. Try as you might, to focus on your notes with the burning eyes from the other side of the classroom glaring at you. The light-headedness you experienced earlier returned around the middle of class.

You even swayed in your chair as you blinked a few times to clear your head. Of course, Su-Bong immediately noticed. Without saying a word, he tilted your water bottle toward you. "Drink."

Took a sip and watched you closely to make sure you were okay. He had stayed attentive for the remainder of the period, resting his arm on the back of your chair and keeping you in his peripheral vision.

Do you know why? Because he may act like he did not care. But he did.

When the bell rang and students were folding up their things, you were not even half done. You turned to Su-Bong, your eyes flashing with curiosity.

"So...what do you usually do after school?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I just..." You took a breath, "I want to see."

Su-Bong looked at you for a moment before a slow smile burst across his lips. "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright," he said, shrugging his hands in his pockets, "let's go."

This was fancy, not your usual underground graffiti cigarette smoke setting that you usually expected. This was a private venue on a high-rise penthouse surrounded by the vibrant liveliness of the city where you could still sea a rippling sea of city lights.

Thumping music blasted through the air like the pounding of a drum heavily filled with bass-people everywhere. You had changed out of your usual outfit into a simple but elegant white-dress, so unlike everyone else around you.

In contrast, Su-Bong really appeared to belong here. Clad in his usual effortless dark look, he strolled through the party as if he owned the damn place.

People greeted him and nodded in response, yet he glanced past most—he only had eyes for you. He lowered himself near you and spoke quietly to your ear.

"Last call," he whispered. "You sure you wanna go through with this?"

You held his gaze. "I feel like I'm done being the cautious one."

Su-Bong seemed to consider you for an all-too-long moment. Then he finally determined what to do. With one last nod, he handed you a drink.

He didn't want to to be the one that stopped you. But he wanted to also be sure that you were going to be okay.

The alcohol burned as it slid down your throat, igniting something dangerous and thrilling in your stomach.

God, was it good. The warmth seeped into your chest, loosening your rigid posture, kissing your hands with tingles. Su-Bong watched with an amused smirk as you placed your glass down on the table, licking the last bits off your lips.

He grabbed his vape, rolled it between his fingers carelessly, before placing it in your palm. "Wanna try again?" he asked, no hesitation.

"Yes."

He laughed, obviously enjoying this new side of you, slightly leaning closer with the vape still in your palm and brushed his hands against yours. "Breathe in through your mouth not your nose this time," he said smoothly, almost playfully.

You nodded and placed the vape to your lips. This time you tried to follow his instructions—tried to get it right. But once the smoke hit your lungs, you choked, coughing into your sleeve from how hot it felt in your throat.

Su-Bong laughed, shaking his head, "Damn, you're cute."

You could feel your cheeks burn, mostly from the alcohol and a bit from embarrassment. He gently took the vape back from you, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

The alcohol stung as it went down, "Just take smaller inhales," he said. "Don't force it."

You tried again. This time, you inhaled and held the smoke in your lungs, and before you blew it out, a small thin line of smoke seemed to come from your lips.

For first time, Su-Bong almost looked impressed. "There you go," he muttered, his low voice eliciting a shiver down your spine.

The party was loud, crazy awful, but at least with Su-Bong around, you felt grounded. There were some guys that had started to notice you, their faces lingering a little too long or staring at your body in that white dress.

It made you uncomfortable, and Su-Bong picked up on it immediately. He was nonchalant, his hand easily sprawled behind the back of your chair, knuckles grazing your bare shoulder as he leaned in.

"They're looking at you," he murmured.

You swallowed. "I noticed."

He let out an exhale through his nose. A crazy light flashed in his eyes before they turned, and he was now staring them down. That was all it took for them to back down.

His hand slipped down resting about your waist, laying a silent claim that you were under his protection now. You felt your heart racing.

You couldn't deny how flustered you felt—the way your skin tingled wherever he touched you, how safe you felt beside him.

God... the alcohol was working its magic, loosening your tongue, emboldening you, making your inhibitions slip away.

You leaned in, resting your chin on your palm, and slurred, "You know... I used to envy you."

Su-Bong raised an eyebrow as he took a sip from his drink, "Oh?"

"When I first saw you three years ago," you continued in a slow, syrupy drawl. "You were so... carefree. You never followed the rules. You never worried about being perfect."

He eyed you intently, listening. "You see, I wanted to rebel so badly," you admitted as you spoke almost in a whisper like a secret. "But, I never did."

Su-Bong tilted his head and stared at you for a moment, looking you over in the dim sunlight of the party.

You were different.

Not just a good girl pretending—but someone who always wanted a good time; someone who always wanted more.

And fuck... you had the looks, the personality, the fire for something like this.

A slow smirk crawled along his lips. "Well," he said in a low, inviting voice, "there's still time to rebel."

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[squidgamenation]

Squid Game School AU Headcannons!!

Team Thanos list first

(Se-mi and Nam-gyu are twins in this and their parents are Mi-Nyeo and Deok-su)

Headcannons are after the cut

Years:

Thanos is in Third year (12th)

Nam-gyu is in Second year (11th)

Se-mi is in Second year (11th)

Min-su is in Second year (11th)

Gyeong-su is in First year (10th)

Thanos

- 18

- In his last year

- Almost never shows up to class but is still on or near campus (he's selling drugs)

- Known as the school's dealer

- Popular in school (for all the wrong reasons)

- Always gets caught vaping in the bathroom

- He's always getting suspended

- Hangs out mainly with Nam-gyu

- Has a soft spot for Min-su, makes sure no one messes with him

- Gives Nam-gyu drugs for free

- Charges Se-mi for her weed just because Nam-gyu finds it funny

- Gets bad grades for sure, he's failing

- He DESPISES Myung-gi, starts fights with him outside during lunch. Head Teacher Mr. Hwang (In-ho) has to break it up

Nam-gyu

- 17

- Se-mi's twin, Han Mi-nyeo and Jang-Deok-su's son

- Goes around and bullies the First years, and Min-su when he's angry

- Likes to go up to Se-mi and tease her randomly, tells everyone she's his little sister to piss her off

- Is always stealing some of Se-mi's lunch

- Goes into class only when he's sober, otherwise he's ditching

- Has low grades but he's smart, he just doesn't care

- He needs glasses however they're too expensive and he would refuse to wear them

- Is loud at lunch and likes to talk a lot so he can feel heard

- Wears the same uniform pair twice in a row which grosses out and angers Se-mi

- Lets Thanos paint his nails during lunch

- Also gets suspended a lot

- Copies Min-su's homework when he's too lazy and high to do it on his own

Se-mi

- 17

- Nam-gyu's twin, Han Mi-nyeo and Jang Deok-su's daughter

- Hates Nam-gyu and refuses to join his friend group

- Sometimes forced to hang out with Nam-gyu and Thanos because of Min-su

- Goes by "Han Se-mi" in school just so she's not associated with "Jang Nam-gyu"

- Has to share oversized uniforms with Nam-gyu to save money, She hates it and gets dress coded often for not wearing a skirt

- Gets good/decent grades, however she doesn't apply herself much and skips classes a lot

- Only talks to Thanos so she could buy weed, Nam-gyu refuses to share with her

- Tries to avoid Nam-gyu at school as much as possible and pretends she doesn't know him

- Listens to music during class, drawing on her notes instead of focusing

- Has a girlfriend who's popular with everyone and is at the top of their grade academically

Min-su

- 17

- In the top ten students of their grade

- Attends each and every class

- Gets perfect 100% grades

- Gets bullied a lot by other students

- Always letting people copy off his work since he's too scared to say no

- Scared of Nam-gyu and Thanos but he doesn't want to be alone. He's also grateful for Thanos' protection against bullies

- However he actually likes being around Se-mi and Gyeong-su since they're really his friends

- He likes helping teachers after class by cleaning or organizing

- Spends his breaks and lunches reading silently at Thanos' table

- Had a crush on Se-mi at one point and told her at school. He found out she was gay

- Nam-gyu teased him a lot because of the crush, he was very embarrassed

Gyeong-su

- 16

- In his first year

- Get's okay grades and attends all his classes

- He thought Thanos was really cool when he first met him and now he really admires him like a fan

- Has his own friends in his year, however he likes to hang out with Thanos more

- Has a girlfriend that he never stops talking about

- Feels bad for Myung-gi when Thanos fights him. He likes his youtube channel

- Talks to Se-mi a lot whenever she sits with them

- He likes to talk about his interests at lunch whenever something similar is brought up

- Asks Min-su for help on assignments when he doesn't understand (He asked Thanos once and ended up failing)

- Once begged Thanos to paint his nails after watching him paint Nam-gyu's. He asked for purple and got laughed at in class

That's it! Let me know if you want any school au headcannons on any of the other characters!! And i will be starting Soul Sabotage soon, chapter 1 is in the making.

[morcez]

"No please don't kill me Mr. GhostFace I want to be in the sequel"

Pairings: ghostface! Toji x reader

Content: You're stuck at a Halloween party you don't want to be at. Bored, you strike conversation with a mysterious man wearing a ghost face mask.

Genre: Fluff???? suggestive??? idk, man. SFW :) word count: 1.4k Halloween themed :)))))))

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It was halloweekend, the time when everyone your age gets shit-faced at costume parties. The only scary thing about Halloween nowadays is the mysterious red punch served in a huge fruit bowl. You're a victim of being dragged to one of these horrid house parties by your friend. The idea of a party sounds cool, but being to one is hell, an overstimulating nightmare. Your friend has gone off in a room with some random guy in a Spiderman suit. Leaving you alone in a house with people you don't know. The house reeked of burnt vapes and disgusting mixes of alcohol that were being concocted in the kitchen.

You decide to step outside to the front yard, gasping for fresh air. The weather was nice, a bit breezy but nothing uncomfortable. Halloween decorations lit up the entire block, giving you a perfect sight of everything around you. There are mostly people making out or throwing up on the green lawn but someone catches your eye. There's a man in a ghost face mask but he isn’t wearing the full costume. He's wearing a generic outfit, a black t-shirt that hugs his huge upper body, allowing you to see every muscle, and gray sweatpants with his ghost face mask. He was smoking a cigarette, the mask barely revealing his mouth. Your night has been boring enough, talking to the guy won’t hurt

“Lame excuse for a costume,” you say walking up to the mysterious man. His head turns to face you, his mouth curls into a smirk, his cigarette placed between his teeth. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it in between his two fingers. “I’m not much of the dress-up type.” he says, his voice deep with a rasp. “Don’t seem like a party type either.” you say “Mhm,” he nods, taking another drag of his cig. “You don’t like to dress up, you don’t like to party, then what are you doing here? Just killing time?”  He chuckles lightly “Guess you can say that.” smoke steaming out his mouth. He takes a moment to look you up and down. “And what's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?” You smile at his words. “My friend dragged me here,” you sigh, “Then she ditched me to go make out with Spiderman.”

Even though you two were outside, the music was still obnoxious. The beats made the ground shake and the screams were loud coming from the overpopulated house. You wonder how they haven't received a noise complaint yet, when the masked man moves closer to you. He places a hand on your lower back and lowers his face beside yours.

“It’s really loud,” He says into your ear “How about we go somewhere quieter, hm?”

You were DEFINITELY picking up what he was putting down. He leans back, looking at your face, awaiting a response. You nod your head in agreement. He tosses his cigarette on the grass and stomps it out with his foot. He stretches a hand out toward you signaling you to grab it and follow him, you act accordingly.

You follow him a few houses down the block, and the lights become dimmer as you two begin to step away from the festive houses. He takes you in between two seemingly abandoned houses. You don’t know if it's the secondhand high from the crowded house, or whatever was in that disgusting punch, you didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Multiple loud alarms should be blaring in your head, you were alone with a masked man you didn’t know, in some random neighborhood, away from the population, if you screamed no one could hear you.

The crisp October air causes you to shiver. The pathway between the two houses was small, almost chest-to-chest with the man. It’s dark, the only light source you have is the full moon and a dim street lamp. He couldn’t believe he got his hands on such a pretty little thing. You're so precious, the way your costume fits so nicely, and your features basking in the moonlight.

“Pretty girls like you should know better than to let yourself be all alone with a stranger” his voice deep, flowing with the fall wind. “Especially when you don't even know what they look like.” You have to admit, his words sent shivers down your spine, more so of excitement than fear. He was right. It’s stupid to let yourself be in this situation willingly, but yolo. It’s not every day when you have this opportunity.

“Oh really?” you laugh playfully “No don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I want to be in the sequel.”

He places his big brawly hands on your hips, with no intention of letting you go. “Can I see your face?” You ask “Before you kill me, of course” He chuckles softly. He raises the mask to reveal what he has been hiding.

Thank god he’s not ugly. Fine as fuck. His face matches his toned muscular physique. His black hair frames his face perfectly. He looked so damn good, a smug grin on his face, and a scar taking up the left side of his lip made him look deliciously intimidating (that damn smirk). His eyes were staring daggers at you, dark, filled with greed. “God. You’re killing me, princess.” He breathes out.                                                                                  

He leans down to meet your face. lord, this man is so damn fine. He smashes his lips onto yours, his hand pulls you as close as possible by your waist. Your arms drape over his shoulders, your arms around his neck. His breath feels like cool mint, with a lingering faint taste of cigarettes (but in a sexy Lana del Ray way). His tongue swirling around your mouth is intoxicating. Addictive. The scar on his lip is rough on your soft ones. His kisses were desperate but slow. Like he was trying to savor every second. Every time your lips touched, it felt like butterflies in your stomach. One of his big hands trails up your body to your face, grabbing it. He pulls back to see the masterpiece, which is your face. Your lips puckered from him squeezing your cheeks so hard. Your eyes peeking through your lashes, your lips glistening from the kiss, reflecting the bright moon. It is so perfect; every part of you is like some type of romantic poetry in motion.            

“So damn pretty, baby.”  He lands a soft kiss on your puckered lips. Smiling at your cute face. “Enjoying yourself, princess?” 

You nod as best as you can with your face stuck in his tight grip. You become grateful to your friend for leaving you alone at the party, and now you can make out with some hot mystery who praises you for existing. Warmth spreads across your face as your stare at the hunky man smirking at you admiring your beauty. Your phone violently rings in your pocket. Snapping you both out of your romantic scene. He puts a hand in your pocket and takes out your phone, while his other hand still has a hold on your face. He looks at the voluminous bright screen. Eight text messages and two missed calls. The text read in summary ‘where are you’ ‘there was a fight’ ‘the cops crashed the party’ ‘we need to leave’. He oh so desperately wanted to throw your phone far so you wouldn't have to worry about it. He selfishly wanted you to stay, keep his precious princess all to himself, at least for a few more minutes. He clicks some buttons on the screen and disappointedly sighs, turning the screen to you, and showing the messages.

“I think your friend wants to leave.” he says with a tinge of annoyance. Your eyes widen reading the messages. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. He lets go of your face, you turn to see the road filled with people in ridiculous costumes running down the street, away from the party. You spot your friend running with the crowd. You turn to your mystery man, his face looks slightly disappointed. “Shit, I’m really sorry, I have to go.” You say

“I understand princess, go ahead.” He says with a small smile. You reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek before running after your friend. You scream your friend's name running down the road until she stops and turns. She runs after you and grabs you swiftly. “Holy shit. I was worried sick. Where were you?” She says in a panic

“I almost got killed by a masked man in a dark ally way” You say playfully.

She shoves your shoulder “Don’t joke like that, I was scared.”

You think about what just happened. Have you had the most romantic kisses of your life from some masked man you saw smoking at a party? the scenario was trashy but you felt like the main character on some cheese rom-com. You didn't get his number or even his name, only the memory of how he made you feel. Mystery Man will really stay a mystery then.

[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

[zxvmp]

Cracked (Stoner!Dabi x Nerd!Fem Reader)

tags: Smut, highschool AU!, there’s no quirks, dabi doesn’t have burn marks, dabi has an eyebrow piercing, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, marking, rough sex, degradation, smoking, peer pressure(?)

summary: you get assigned to tutor the senior stoner. going to his house for a study session escalated to something more.

You weren’t stoked for tutoring Dabi. Sure, you loved to help people study, but when it came to people like him, you found it difficult. He was failing practically every class and the only senior in Physical Science A. You were amazed he was still even allowed to attend the school.

When you were told you had to tutor him, you almost ended it all in that exact moment. You, a straight A student, top of all your classes, tutoring him, a failure.

“No disrespect, sir, but why me?” You asked your principal, attitude in your tone.

Dabi scoffed and slouched into his chair next to you. The principal eyed you both before letting out a sigh.

“Miss (Y/N), I know this task may seem…” He paused and stared at Dabi who grinned and gave a small wave, “Difficult…. but he could really use the help.”

You side eyed Dabi before pouting, “Fine.”

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After your meeting in the principals office, you and Dabi exchanged numbers. You set up a study date at his house directly after school, and he surprisingly agreed without complaints. He even offered to drive you after school since you normally took the bus. You were a bit hesitant a first, but you took him up on his offer.

Once the final school bell rang, you waited at the doors to the student parking lot. Multiple students left and the cars in the parking lot dwindled down. You began to wonder if Dabi lied and ditched you.

Just as you were about to press his contact to call him, he turned the corner of the hallway.

“Took you long enough!” You cross your arms and leaned your weight onto your right leg.

He smirked, “My apologies, your highness.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him out of the school. His car was parked at the end of the lot. It was an all-black hellcat. You almost forgot he came from a rich family. His brother was a very smart student, almost on your level. However, he had three more years ahead of him to reach yours.

The moment you opened the passenger door, the scent of weed entered your nostrils, causing your nose to scrunch up. Dabi noticed your facial expression and chuckled as he hopped into the drivers seat.

“Seriously?” You peaked your head into the car and raised an eyebrow at him.

His right hand was already on the steering wheel, ready to drive. “Um, yeah? Get in.”

A groan escaped your mouth as you tossed your backpack onto the floor of the car before plopping down onto the leather seat. Before he backed out of his parking space, he pulled out a vape and took a long hit. You stared at the device and read: “Blue Rasperry, Breeze Pro.”

His eyes met yours and noticed what you were looking at, “Wanna hit it?”

“Are you crazy? No.”

Dabi snickered as he placed his hand on the back of your headrest, twisting his body to look in the back window, “Figured.”

You peaked over at him as he backed out of the parking space. His black T-shirt slightly lifted, causing his lower abdomen to show. Your eyes immediately darted to his prominent V-line.

Dabi caught you looking as he returned to his sitting position and smirked. You rasied eyebrows and averted your eyes away from him to act like you weren’t caught.

The drive to his place was quiet. Neither of you spoke a word to each other. Only occasional glances. His music taste was much different from yours. Though, you did know some of the artists he played: Lucki, Pierce the Veil, and Chase Atlantic.

When you arrived at his place, you picked up on the fact that he had his own apartment. It made you wonder why he moved out so early. It’s not like you were in college yet, and it was only the second trimester. However, you kept your questions to yourself.

His place smelled like weed and air fresheners. At least he tried to mask the scent.

You slid off your uggs at the doorsteps and followed him towards the kitchen. Not knowing where to go, you nervously held your backpack and waited for him to say something.

Dabi noticed you looked lost and pointed towards the large couch in the living room, “You can set up, or whatever, in there.”

You nodded and did as he said. You placed your laptop on the coffee table and set out pens and pencils along with some notebooks.

Dabi was busy searching the refrigerator for food while you patiently waited.

His apartment was neat for the most part. There was a large TV that gang over a fire place with blue flames. You found the blue flames fun to look at.

“You want pizza?”

You perked up at his voice and turned to look at him. He was leaned against his counter, facing you with his phone in hand and a lit joint in the other.

“Um, sure.”

He nodded and brought the joint to his lips. You turned away and began to scroll through your phone as you waited for him to finish ordering. Once he was done, he took a spot next to you on the couch with two water bottles and an ash tray.

You eyed his joint, “Do you really have to smoke right now?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Helps me focus.”

His words made you curious. Did weed really do that? You thought it made you freak out.

Dabi could read the curiosity on your face. He held out the joint for you to take it, nodding his head slightly for you to hit it.

You shook your head, “I don’t smoke.”

He frowned and left his hand out, “Oh c’mon, one hit won’t hurt.”

You hummed and stared down at his hand. Would one hit really hurt? You were honestly considering it.

“Here,” Dabi took a long hit and scooted closer to you. You could smell his cologne and the weed much more. He raised his free hand and pointed at your mouth. You blushed, nervous at what he was indicating. However, you complied. You opened your mouth and watched as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. “Take a deep breath.”

You followed his instruction. As soon as you did, you felt a slight sting in the back of your throat, but you didn’t cough.

Dabi hummed, “That’s funny. You took it a lot better than I expected.”

In your mind, you were stressing out. Why were you going along with what he said? Why did he look at you the way he did? And most importantly, why was he looking better than usual?

Dabi had attractive features, you knew that. You just didn’t care. You didn’t like his personality. He was a jerk, a loser, and he smoked. But, you couldn’t help but feel something towards him. You always have. That’s why you hated the fact you had to tutor him. You knew your feelings would increase.

“Um- So, what class do you wanna focus on today?”

He took a drag of the joint and squinted his eyes as he thought. Smoke trailed out of his nose as he softly exhaled. “Ask me later, I wanna finish this joint first.”

“Dabi-” You were cut off by him placing the joint in between your lips. Your eyes widened, but he calmed you down by giving you a reassuring lazy smile.

“Inhale.”

Once again, you followed his instruction. This time, there wasn’t a burning sensation. You took it a lot more smoother. It made you wonder yourself how you took it so well. As you pulled back, you maintained eye contact with him and exhaled softly. His half-lidded blue eyes peered into yours. It made you nervous.

Your study session somehow turned into a smoking session. Never in a million years would you think you’d be seated on Dabi’s couch smoking with him. Each time you tried to bring up the topic of studying, he’d blow you off and say ‘one more hit, then we can.’ Except that was 10 hits ago and the pizza he had ordered earlier was opened on the coffee table with two slices gone.

Dabi handed you a water bottle because he could tell from the look on your face you needed it. You’d never been high before. Everything was hitting you at once. Your vision was slowed and your body was much more sensitive than usual.

“How you feelin’, pretty?”

The joint was smooshed into the ash tray, finished by the two of you. You finished your water bottle and placed it on the coffee table.

“I… don’t know.” You giggle. “You sure this helps you focus?”

He nodded, “Always. Now, can you help me with this.” Dabi pulled out an old test he took in science. “My teacher told me he’d let me retake it Friday.”

You stared at his score, 10/45.

“Damn, that’s terrible.” You blurt out.

He choked back his laughter and looked at you. Your eyes were red and lowered. Your always neat hair was disheveled and you had a blush coating your cheeks. You were absolutely fried. He smirked at your broken form. He managed to crack the nerd.

You took notice that he had been staring at you and tried to recollect your thoughts, “Um, right, science.” You picked up his paper and stared at each question he got wrong. However, your mind couldn’t focus with his eyes scanning your body. You felt nervous under his gaze. “So, what don’t you understand?”

Dabi leaned in closer next to you and scanned the questions you had just looked at. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat from how close he was. Your thighs were touching and his arm was mere inches away from brushing up against yours. You admired his side profile as he looked at the paper you were holding up. His jawline was sharp, like his nose.

Dabi side eyed you, “Are you gonna help me, or keep staring?”

If you were sober, you’d know exactly how to answer his question. The fact was, you weren’t. You were high and somehow horny. Being near him wasn’t helping either. Anything he did made your body slightly twitch.

Your lips parted, but you couldn’t form a sentence.

The next thing that happened shocked the both of you. You dropped the paper and began to straddle him. His hands rested on the waist band of your leggings, while yours rested on his chest. Your heart was beating fast, and your chest was rising and falling rapidly.

He smirked at the state you were in, “What’s up with the sudden change of heart? Thought you wanted to study.”

“No, what I want now is…” You paused, unable to say the next word out of shame and embarrassment.

Dabis hand began to creep his hands underneath your crewneck that loosely rested on your shoulders. “…Is?”

You turned your head to the side and balled your hands up on his shirt.

He lowly chuckled as his hands stopped at the clip of your bra. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Your bra was unclasped and shortly after, disregarded on the floor. Next was your crewneck. Inch by inch, Dabi lifted it up your body. Just as your breast began to appear, he stopped and looked at you. He had a smug smirk plaster on his lips, almost like he knew you’d end up like this.

“Well?”

You let go of any restraint telling you not to and leaned in to kiss him. It was a quick kiss. You pulled away ever so slightly to look at him in his eyes. All you could see was lust. In an instant, he crashed his lips onto yours roughly and fondled with your breast underneath your crewneck. You began to grind on his crotch in the process.

Finally, he got your crewneck off of you and tossed it on the floor. His mouth latched to your neck, littering it with his markings. While his mouth was busy on your neck, his hands were busy groping your boobs.

Soft mewls escaped your lips as you continued to grind against him. You could feel the bulge in his pants grow the louder your sounds were.

“You’re a freak, you know that?” Dabi muttered in between kisses.

You disregarded his words and reached down to take his shirt off. However, he stopped you and pulled away from your neck.

“Lay down.”

His tone was darker, more dominant. You followed orders and laid on your back with your head against the arm rest.

“So quick to follow orders,” Dabi chuckled, “just how desperate are you?”

You sigh, “Dabi-”

He hushed you. You formed a line with your lips and stayed silent. His eyes traveled down to your leggings, making your thighs press against each other. He smirked watching you squirm.

Your leggings and panties were ripped from you, tossed to the side. Now, you were completely bare underneath him. Dabi looked at each curve of your body, thinking of all the ways he could crack you even more. Just the thought of you going dumb on his cock made his dick twitch in his boxers.

The tension was thick. Dabis boner poked at his grey sweats, making your stomach do somersaults.

“Sorry, (Y/N), but I can’t wait any longer.” He began to rid himself of his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. “I’m sure you can take it though, right? I mean, you handled the weed well.”

You stared at his dick. It was big, thick too. A vein ran up from the base towards his tip. He kept his dick clean, which you liked. It wasn’t perfectly shaved, but it wasn’t extremely hairy either.

“C’mon, let me hear you say you can.”

You swallowed, “I- I can.”

He smirked and took off his shirt, tossing it to the side to join the rest of your clothes. “That’s my girl. Now, just lay there and look pretty for me, ‘mkay?”

You nodded.

His tip parted through your wet folds, gathering your slick to make it easy to slide in. Once his tip pressed into your tight hole, the two of you hissed. But that didn’t stop Dabi, he couldn’t stop. His hips bucked forward, shoving his length into you fully. You cried out, tears forming in your eyes from both pain and pleasure. He stretched you out, but at the same time made you feel so full.

“So fuckin’ tight..” He breathed out. “Relax, baby.”

Your tensed muscles calmed down, making it easier for him to move. Once he was able to complete a thrust, any sign of concern left Dabis body. You scratched at his back and moaned as his pace quickened. He gripped your hips so tight they were sure to leave bruises.

With each thrust he thrusted, the more it felt good.

“Fuck—Ah!” You gripped his forearms and tilted your head back.

Dabi was in love with the way your stomach bulged when his dick would move. With one hand, he pressed down on your stomach to feel himself moving in you. Your eyes widened and a broken cry came out of you mouth.

“You like that?” He laughed, “Man, you really are a slut. Underneath that nerdy persona, you’re just a freak aren’t you?”

Your eyes rolled back as his hips snapped upwards, making his dick hit deeper into you.

“Answer.”

“Yes! Fuck—yes.”

He hummed and continued to thrust into you at a brutal pace. You were on cloud nine, lost in pleasure. The weed in your system made the sex so much better. In addition, Dabi was constantly hitting your g-spot, which really made you go dumb.

Dabi shook your hands off him and hooked his arms underneath your thighs, putting you into a mating press. In this angle, he could reach even deeper.

You couldn’t form words anymore. Only, his name and moans came out your mouth.

“That’s right, keep on moaning my name pretty girl. Let me hear you scream.” His thumb began to rub harsh circles against your puffy clit, making you clench around his dick. You felt your stomach began to tighten.

The combination of his dick thrusting into you and the stimulation on your clit was beginning to become too much for you.

“Please, slow down. ‘S too much.” Your voice was high-pitched and whiney.

Dabi didn’t slow down, in fact, he picked up his pace. You were completely over the edge. Your orgasm took over your body without warning. Ringing began to form in your eyes and your vision blurred as you came on his cock.

You threw your head back and let out a final moan, clamping down on his member. Dabis thrusts began to stutter from how tight you became.

“Ah—fuck, don’t go giving out on me now. I know you have another one in you.” Dabi leaned down to your ear and continued to thrust into you, “Give me another, yeah?”

Even though his breath was warm, his words made your body shiver. You reluctantly nodded. You don’t even think you could stop him if you tried.

Your body was still recovering from your last orgasm, but Dabi paid no mind to that. He wanted to completely ruin you.

When he saw tears fall from your eyes, he knew he achieved his goal. You were hanging on by a mere string, clinging onto his forearms once more to help steady yourself.

Dabi was coming close to his high, and he so desperately didn’t want to leave your warm walls. His thrusts became erratic, his rhythm lost.

“Want it in me.” You mutter between moans. “Please.”

Your words broke something in him he didn’t think he had. It boosted him. With a final snap of his hips, he emptied his load into you. Filling you to the brim.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

Dabi collapsed beside you, his head cradled into your neck as he caught his breath. You closed your eyes and blacked out from being so tired.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were in his black T-Shirt and had a blanket draped over your body. Searching the room, you saw him in the kitchen in nothing but grey sweats. His dark hair was messy and you could see his muscles flex as he lifted a frying pan. When you saw a pancake flip, you shot upwards. Was it already the next day?

The noises of you shuffling on the couch caused him to look over. A smile formed on his face.

“Mornin’ princess.”