Septum difficulties [Dabi/Reader]

“Holy shit, I give up!” You shouted out of pure frustration. After deciding to change the Jewlery of your septum piercing, you quickly realized that the new cones on the end of the hoop were extra fiddly, making you instantly regret the decision. Regret to the point you were questioning how badly you wanted the piercing anymore. Trying to screw the tiny spike on a relentlessly and spending a ridiculous amount of time doing nothing but that you finally reached the breaking point, alerting the only other person in the building with you. Dabi. He had been trying to ignore all your groans and sighs so that he could preserve his own peace and not get involved, but with every shout that came from you the annoyance had only started bubbling more and more.

So when he practically burst into your room, you were nothing short of startled. Which normally wouldn’t have bothered you, if you hadn’t jumped and dropped the same tiny ending of the jewelry you were desperately trying to put on to close the septum ring. Hearing the clink of it bounce somewhere in the room you scream, now even more frustrated. “No-! What the fuck Dabi, I’ve been trying to this for hours and now i can’t even find it!” You instantly start looking over at the hardwood flooring, searching for it, even getting on your hands and knees.

“Relax dipshit,” He sighs, almost sounding more stressed than you as he walks over, standing in front of you. He squats down reaching for something, picking it up and showing it to you. There it was in all its glory. It might as well be glowing. You carefully take it from his hands and put it down safely in a little container. “Your eyesight is horrible [Y/N], I don’t know how you get anything done,” He stands up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Now can you shut it with all the complaining and sighing, it’s pissing me off. The one time all of those other annoying freaks aren’t here and I still can’t get any peace and quiet because of you.” The rasp of his voice sounds more... prevalent than usual.

You stand up to face him, deciding the compromising position on the floor would be a bit embarrassing now. Rolling your eyes at him, you say, “I can’t help it, I’ve been trying for hours to get this shit in. If I don’t it could fall out but it’s not working! Every time i get it into the right position, I can't twist it tight enough and then i drop it and have to so it all over again-” His expression tells you he’s only getting more pissed by the second, so when he walks over to you, you completely shut up as your heart begins to race.

“Sit down” He commands you, looking down at you. Has he always been that tall or did you get shorter all of a sudden? With no hesitation you sit down, facing him. “What are you-” You don’t even get finish your sentence before he replies, “Shut up and look at me brat,” He places a hand gently on your chin, slowly lifting it to force you to make eye contact. You were so focused on how his touch was making your face heat up that you didn’t notice him grab the forsaken cone for your septum ring. “Don’t move,” He demands as held your face still, his touch lingering on your skin, making you feel fuzzy in your chest. He screws it in with ease, merely taking a few seconds, and then leans over to be at the same height.

Was it normal for his lips to be so close to yours? The slightest movement would make them touch right now. You couldn’t stop staring at them. “Now if you bother me again with something as stupid as this, I will make you regret it. Got that sweetheart?” You were speechless. He stayed there for barely a few seconds but to you it felt like an eternity. Pulling away, he walked off, a smug look plastered across his face like usual. Safe to say, he knew he was going to have some peace for at least the rest of the day.

Terrorising the British government with Hobie Brown and going to the pub for a pint to celebrate

Another day, another spam account to block :’) when will it end

Focus, doll [Dabi/reader]

Summary: You took too long to start your work for a deadline, now you only have half a day. Dabi is fed up of your bad habit and decides to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: Female reader, Smut :), Cock warming, foreplay, degradation, praise, choking.

[a/n] Guess who had another spontaneous idea and dropped everything to write about it? Me. I have no control, enjoy! 

[a/n2] Literally sat in my drafts, and completed it months later, please enjoy :’) (I can’t finish anything, it’s a problem)

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Why did you have to leave everything to the very last second? You would think judging by the countless times you procrastinated and have had to cram all of your work in the night before, you would have learned your lesson by now, right? Wrong. Sat hunched up in the very same position you’ve been in the last couple hours, you type away at your keyboard, desperately trying to reach your deadline, with less than a day left. Hands trembling from the sheer amount of caffeine you have consumed, fingers cramping, back aching. Surely, you’re almost finished. Nope again, you’re only around halfway.

So, when Dabi reaches the apartment and sees your hunched form, not even realizing he had walked through the door, he knew exactly what was happening. It wasn’t the first time he saw you torture yourself like this. He’s told you countless times to start working or at the very least try to get an extension, but your pride always stood in the way. Letting out a sigh, he threw his jacket to the side. “Doll, I’m tired of you doing shit like this” He strides over, towering behind you. His hoarse voice echoing through your body, making you jump.

“Christ, Dabi, you scared me. I didn’t even know you came in,” You glances up at him for barely even a few seconds before staring back at the screen, you didn’t have any time to waste. Even if that meant not giving him much attention. Oh, how that was going to backfire. 

He rolled his eyes, leaning in close to your ear as he whispered, “You would have noticed if you weren’t so damn invested in the deadline you should have started a month ago, [Y/N].” You knew what he was trying to do, but yet his sweet voice still sent shivers down your spine. “How about we take a little break, sweetheart. You’re going to overwork yourself,” he tells you as more of a demand than a suggestion. You admire how he’s trying to look after you.

However, you tell yourself you can’t have any distractions. You’re on a roll at the moment, you know exactly what you want to write, and you need to get it down before it disappears.”M’sorry, Dabi, not right now. Really need to finish this.” Your fingers not hesitating as you continue on. The silence from Dabi was eerie to say the least. Without turning to see his expression, you have no way of knowing how he was reacting. Hearing his footsteps going away from you, you assumed that he lost interest in his quest, and went elsewhere. From the sound of the water running in the bathroom, he most likely went to shower. Leaving you to once again be left to your own devices.

Half an hour later, you were hyper focused on your work, nothing could tear you away, or so you thought. No noise, no thoughts, nothing but the work. Unfortunately, this also meant you had no idea Dabi was walking towards you. You didn’t realize he was even in the same room until he hoisted you up, causing you to screech as he set you down on his own lap, him taking his place on your seat. “I didn’t know you could make sounds like that sweetheart, but don’t do it again. You’ll shatter my ears” He said nonchalantly wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his hands on your thighs.

Immediately, you were pissed. He knew you had an important deadline, and all he’s doing is distracting you? That’s the last thing you needed right now “Are you serious? Let go of me now, I’m really busy, I need to finish this!” You said trying to stand up, only to met by the strength of him pulling you back down, flush against his chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, doll?” His voice, raspier than usual, echoed through your chest, making you realize you pissed him off too. “You know I’ve told you countless times to do your shitty work, and you never listen. You need to learn that you can’t always hold out until the night before [Y/N]. Now, I was just going stay with you and keep you company, so you don’t stress yourself out too much. Pretty thoughtful of me huh? But since you want to be all bitchy, and use bad words, my plans have changed.” His hands slide down to the waist band of your pants moving them down until you’re in only your underwear. Your cheeks felt overwhelmingly warm, even more so when you felt his hands inch into your underwear, brushing against your heat. “Go ahead doll, do your work. You need to get it done right?” He whispers into your ear. 

“Dabi Im- I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson oka-” His fingers brush over your clit as you talk, making it harder to focus. Your pussy almost gushes with juices at his touch. “Please, no more now,” He says nothing in reply, using his actions to speak instead. his hand wraps around your throat, making you gasp.

“No more? You didn’t listen to me once when i nagged you to start your work, but you expect me to listen to you now? That’s hilarious, baby. In fact, I think i have something else to help you focus, since you want to be so stubborn.” You felt that very thing poling up against your back just before he stood you up. Not even giving you longer enough to turn and see what he was doing, his hands took grip of your hips and pulled you down back onto his lap. But you felt more than just his thighs beneath you, his hard dick slid against the slick of your pussy, mere seconds before he lined it up with your entrance and pulled your hips down hard into him, his length slamming inside you.

It filled you to the brim, you had no choice but to moan and lean back against his chest as the feeling bought nothing but pleasure. “What was that doll? Hm thought you had important work to do but yet your sat here stuffed full with my dick like a slut. Don’t stop on the account of me fucking you sweetheart, times ticking,” The smug grin was evident in his words alone. 

Determined to prove him wrong, you leaned forward, staring at the screen in front of you, fingers reading themselves for you to continue working. Thrust... “Dabi h-hold on i-” Another thrust, Dabi started to gently move his hips while holding your hips in place, his dick sliding in and out, making you grab the desk as you took it. With every movement, floods of pleasure washed over you. It was impossible, the work was going to be long forgotten. The only focus was the way your walls were wrapping against the thickness of his cock.

“You’re so wet i can feel it dripping out of you. Thought you were more serious about your studies, guess i was wrong. I bet you’d prefer to be my personal cumslut, wouldn’t you baby?” He fucked you harder, his thrusts becoming more relentless. He put his hand around your throat as he pounded inside you. “So pretty...” He mumbled pulling you to lean against his chest again.

You were completely cock drunk, a moaning mess under his control and you loved every second. The way his dick hit every good spot inside you, the way it slammed against your cervix as it filled you up,  his fingers rubbing against your clit while he fucked you. Everything. “Please- need to cu-”

He interrupted you, “Shit, look at you begging doll. Really are the perfect little slut. Go ahead be a good girl and cum all over my dick, princess.” That was the trigger. He didn’t hold back, fucking you nice and hard as he felt how near to your climax you were. “Gonna put all my cum in you baby.” He mumbled, rutting into you pushing over the edge, making you cum all over his dick right as he filled you with his cum, the mixture dripping out of your wet hole as he slid out of you.

The room was silent, with the exception of the pants of you both as you caught your breath. Soft kisses attached themselves across your neck as Dabi hugged your waist, close to him. “Feel better?” he whispered into your ear as he leaned down.

You nodded, “Definitely. Still a bit stressed though,” You said leaning into him.

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you again” 

I don’t like anyone better than you Part 1 [Eddie Munson ]

Barely 24 hours had passed since you arrived in Hawkins and you already couldn’t sit still. Maybe it was the looming dread that had set up house inside your mind that made you feel uneasy, or the unusual silence of the small town compared the bustling energy of California that you were used to. You certainly didn’t waste much time jumping into your beaten up Cadillac and taking a drive to find some way to waste your Tuesday evening. The cold air hit your face as you raced down the street, hoping to feel something. Anything.

It didn’t come to much of a shock to you when you found most places were dead on a weekday, so when you stumbled across some dingy place called The Hideout and heard the sweet sound a guitar blasting from the building. It couldn’t hurt to check it out right? The place practically reeked of the stench of beer and pure alcoholism. Perfect. 

The loud music hit you in the face as soon as you walked in. You could tell what kind of establishment it was just by glancing around, it was full of old drunks. If you didn’t need a drink before, you definitely needed one now. The bartender didn’t give any fucks when it came to serving you. He looked kind of drunk too. You ordered a double shot of vodka, downing it not long before getting a beer. Feeling the buzz of alcohol finally being in your system, you started to focus on the band playing. To your surprise the group seemed to be around the same age as you, the leading man had dark brown shaggy hair and played guitar like he was on stage in front of thousands rather than a few drunks. Hot. 

You had stayed at the back of the bar, avoiding any unwanted attention from the middle-aged men loitering around, downing down what was now your third drink. The band, that you had now figured out were called Corroded Coffin, had finished their set and were packing up, which you took as your cue to leave. You stepped outside and pulled out a cigarette as you leant against the side of the building, gasping for the nicotine after being cooped up in that building for so long. Patting your pockets trying to find a lighter, you realized it must have fallen out at some point, “Shit, shit shit!” You mumbled to yourself, cigarette between your lips as you startled to get frustrated while you desperately searched. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a ring clad hand held out a light for you. “Here sweetheart,” You looked up, your eyes meeting his, silently taking him up on his offer by leaning forward and lighting your cigarette. “Sorry, you just looked like you were having some trouble” His voice sounded like honey to your ears.

“Thanks” You said, trying to tear your eyes away as you inhaled the smoke, it was the same guy from the band. “I uh- nice set,” you complimented him, taking in his appearance up close, as he took out his own cigarette and leaned beside you. Everything about him just screamed metalhead.

He chuckled, “So what brings you out here this time of night? I’ve never seen you around before,” He takes a drag, “I would have never expected to see a girl like you come around here alone- uh that sounds creepy. What i mean is this place is full of the usual old folk who show up the same time every week, so it’s just a surprise seeing a new face is all. Especially when it’s a pretty one like yours and not some old man” He corrected himself, making you laugh a bit and convince yourself that your heart didn’t just pound out of your chest when he said that.

“Just looking for something to make me feel sane, I didn’t think Hawkins would be such a ghost town though. I was hoping to find a distraction, and if there was weed too then hey, even better.” You looked over at him, the silver rings surrounding his fingers taking your attention as you thought back to when he was playing the guitar earlier. Yeah, he was definitely good with them. “But I strolled across Corroded Coffin and some shitty beer so i guess that will suffice”

He grinned, seemingly surprised by your words, “Well if it’s weed you want- you certainly have found your man. Unfortunately I don’t have the good stuff on me right now, how about tomorrow?” He tilted his head, blowing out a puff of smoke, “I’m Eddie Munson by the way.”

Unconsciously biting your lip as he looked your way, you nod, “Sounds good to me, Munson.” You down the rest of the beer you had, with a sigh of relief, “Here, this is my address” you said finding a rogue pen in your pocket , taking Eddie’s hand and writing it down. “ See you tomorrow Munson” you smile and walk back to your car, ready to go home. You notice him smile back at you, with a speechless expression spewed across his face. You could tell you definitely made an impression as you walked away, even though your heart was beating like hell.

I love Joseph Quinn but this is all I can think about whenever I see this picture of him, literally same energy