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@croptopjames submission | 1.5k words | NSFW - dom/sub, praise, degradation, spanking, gagging
Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3
Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently.
He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of James’ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect.
James is a brilliant dancer, don’t get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school.
He’s inclined to say James wasn’t worth the work, but that wouldn’t be completely true. He may make Regulus’ life a living hell, but he’s fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. It’s captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close.
As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers and— he has to take a minute to register what he’s seeing. Is that a fucking crop top?
James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. He’s been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and it’s starting to get old.
“Sirius,” Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. “Can you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.”
A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor.
Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall.
He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him.
“This is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,” Regulus deadpans.
“I do realize that,” James responds innocently, batting his lashes.
Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didn’t want to do in front of everyone in the studio.
The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers.
“Eyes up here,” James says, bringing Regulus’ attention back to the matter at hand.
He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.
“How many times do I have to tell you this won’t be tolerated in my company?” he asks.
James’ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. “Not sure. Will you tell me again?”
The audacity of this man… Well, Regulus thinks, maybe it’ll stick this time.
He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across James’ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.
James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.
“Keep your hands on the table,” Regulus says before pushing James’ head down onto his desk. “Don’t move.”
James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.
Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where they’re exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.
Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of James’ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.
James’ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but he’s afraid he hasn’t got the time today.
He smacks James’ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.
“Stay quiet,” Regulus commands.
James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.
Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of James’ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on James’ face where it’s pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Regulus says. “When you’re not talking back to me.”
James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulus’ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.
Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. “Don’t get greedy. You know how this works.”
James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and it’s all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.
“Tell me,” Regulus instructs.
James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.
“Words, James.”
“You’re in charge,” James breathes.
“And I can do whatever I want with you,” Regulus adds.
“Whatever you want.”
“Good boy.” Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesn’t get a chance to protest before it’s being pushed into his mouth. “Now suck.”
James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. It’s a high he’ll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.
“That’s right baby, get them nice and wet for me,” Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at James’ hip, keep him from moving too much.
When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen he’s sure the whole company just heard, and that just won’t fly.
Regulus moves his hand from James’ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until he’s hovering above the desk.
“James, what did I fucking say,” Regulus hisses. “Do you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you can’t follow simple directions?”
James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.
Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine.
Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what he’s looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just can’t help himself. He shoves it in James’ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek.
“There you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.”
And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.
Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against James’ hole.
“Ready?” He asks.
James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasn’t even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.
“Always so tight for me baby.”
“Mmph,” James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that he’ll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.
Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess.
He sees James’ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already.
For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isn’t about him.
“Can you be a good boy and take another,” Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows he’d be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.
Regulus pulls out completely, watching James’ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.
James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.
“Fuck yourself on them baby, it’s okay.”
James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed.
Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where it’s been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.
“You close? Gonna come for me?” Regulus asks, sugar sweet.
James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means he’s heading toward the edge of the cliff.
Quickly, before it’s too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.
He smacks James’s ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.
Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against James’ ear, “Only good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.”
James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.
Maybe this time he’ll finally learn his lesson.
#croptopjamesfest#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#regulus x james#james x regulus#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders au#marauders fanfic#jegulus microfic#sub james potter#dom regulus black#lane writes#microfic tag#dancer au
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Day 22 - Dancer
Only eyes for you
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#auaugust#genshin impact#luckae#kaeya alberich#diluc ragnvindr#my art#Dancer AU#they are competitive dancers#something a bit simple for once
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You mentioned a ballet Graves piece a bit ago in the tags for a Konig ballet piece? May we please see it? 👀 👀 👀
Sure, it's not more of a drabble than anything else. Just some thots, because I got the appeal of the bastard man for exactly one(1) Tarantella showing.
Because he'd be exactly the sort of dancer you're looking for, for dances like the Tarantella. He's got all the brash confidence and enthusiasm, he'll chase the girls off stage and be annoyingly charismatic the whole time. He will grab his partner a little too tight, his eyes sparking with something mirthful as he drags them close. He's the person you cast for the charming villain, the one that you love to hate. He's got leading man vibes, but somehow he can't quite charm correctly. He's always got that look in his eyes, like he knows better than you, like he's waiting for you to stumble so he can steal the show.
He's the sort of ballet dancer that almost resents the ballerinas for being the stars of the show. The sort of guy who joined ballet so he could get his hands on the pretty girls, and then stuck with it because he kept getting cast in the lead. When you get paired with him for a pas de deux he smiles with too many teeth. Graves runs his hands over your legs and you can't help shiver, hoping he doesn't feel the goosebumps through your tights.
He's constantly sliding his hands over your waist for lifts, constantly smoothing out your skirt, constantly touching. You can't make him stop touching. He'll loop an arm around your shoulders and pull you close, inserting himself into your conversations without a care in the world.
Everyone thinks he's a great dancer, friendly, charming, he has the charisma everyone thinks a leading man should have. You're the only one who seems to see through the charm, who knows it's an act and isn't falling for it. You're the only one who knows what he is. He's a hunter, and you're the most recent prey he's set his eyes on. Be careful not to think too hard about that, or you might start thinking that's exactly why he's gone after you in the first place.
#x reader#cod x reader#ballet au#phillip graves#graves cod#graves x reader#graves mw2#graves call of duty#graves x you#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves cod#phillip graves call of duty#dancer au
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Okay what if human!Wukong but dancer!AU ?
(specifically breakdance bc it fits his energy + i took references from breakdancer named Monkey King so yeah)
+Bonus points for theatre kid Macaque
#marbleart#humanization#lego monkie kid#monkie kid monkey king#sun wukong#dancer au#i really dont know what to do next#this au wa created in a moment of passion#and most likely wont be developed#bc i have no clue how to make characters interact#if this sparks anything in you and you have ideas#im all ears#my inbox is open
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Some info for this ver of Dancer AU:
Johnny, Dutch and Bobby are all ballet dancer in Miyagi’s dance company
Jimmy is the head costume designer, Tommy *used* to dance with them at their old company, but quit(I decided he’s in nursing school bc I love him and think he would)
Daniel is one of the new musicians brought in for their newest performance, and if he isn’t practicing he’s helping Miyagi with choreography
Some other dancers that will be important later on;
Kumiko, Chozen, Susan and Darryl Vidal
#I love this AU#I’m going to write about this#I SWEAR#jimmy is so cute 🥰#dancer au#karate kid#lawrusso#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#art#ask me questions about this AU so I can make it make sense#cuz I’m still figuring out the story#my art
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more dancer au doodles
they are practicing for some 'solo' performance in different styles
Melinda is not happy that Loid flusters Yor, cause her concentration breaks and she needs Yor focusing 110% to her next lesson.
Loid is just happy Yor gradually opens up/relaxes with him more and more (and seeing her enjoying dancing with him is just an added bonus)
Melinda was probably a primadonna ballerina in her youth, her favorite dance style is still classical ballet (contemporary ruffles her the wrong way)
(side note - i miss dancing just a bit, so doodling these poses makes me giddy cause i did not use ref for these other than my hands and movements)
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almost forgot to post this absolutely stunning piece-
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc kinger#kinger tadc#kinger fanart#kinger my beloved#kinger x caine#kingleader#caine x kinger#royalteeth#drawing#doodle#sketchbook#traditional art#dancer au kinger aka sexy kinger#dancer au#tadc au
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i think if you added Doffy into your au he would be in charge of their outfits and stuff, he's just flamboyant like that and he knows what people like, plus it would give him a close relationship with Crocodile
Ohhhhhh I like it, but it seems bit off with his personality for me 🫣 he’s a boss not just in charge of their outfits, what if he’ll be bigger than that?
What if he is the main supplier (weapons, fabrics, products, and so on)
If he wants, he will find any way to have closer relationship with croc 😳 he doesn’t need to have same (or near that) position in this house to have any type of relationship with Croc, if he wants it he’ll have it anyway🫠
But Doffy needs to know that his supplies are in the good hands, so he’ll definitely will come and see by himself what they doing with them, so it’s a regular thing
Idk what that’ll bring to the story plot but anyway it’s a good expansion of the universe 💪
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Tried out a different style with the dance studio au bois 🤔
The left/first one is with my gradient I use, and the one on the right is without the gradient :3
#my art#art#fnaf sb#security breach#fnaf security breach#moondrop#sb moon#sb sundrop#sundrop#dance au#dancer au#dance!moon#dance!sun#digital art#digital artist#digital illustration#digitalart#security breach sundrop#security breach moondrop#daycare attendant#fnaf daycare attendant#sun moon fnaf
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Fable SMP AU brainrot: Dancer AU Edition
Yall I've been thinking of AU things with @demidruid, it's been a delight. I want to show it here, even tho I sent it in fable-misc
Keep in mind the brainrot between me and Demi on this started because I saw dance outfits on Pinterest
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Rae would be Ballet dancer did ballet for a long time because Isla did ballet but Enderian was his coach so it stopped being fun for him for a long time (Demi's idea)
basically fun ballet turned competitive
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Aax would be an ex-cirrcus dancer for 'Telcan Cirrcus' but escaped, now with Ocie as a mer performer (Mix of Me and Demi's ideas)
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Ocie would be one of those mer performing people, mermaid name would be Kai (Demi's idea)
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Caspian would be in contemporary dance, like the group dances that mix different styles and such (Demi's idea)
#minecraft#fable smp#fsmp#fsmpblr#fable smp au#dancer au#fable smp dancer au#I have normal thoughts about this#love that this started because of looking at clothes on pinterest#pinterest the beloved#I don't draw art or write fics but oh boi can my brain get created in other ways!!#mentions rae#mentions aax#mentions ocie#mentions caspian
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Can't Start A Fire (Without A Spark)
Author: aaliona, @bifuriouswaterbender
Podficcer: aliteralgarbageheap, @aliteralgarbageheap
Beta: ohstars, @oh-stars
Written for the @steddiebang
Rating: E
Words: 21,270
Pairings: Steve/Eddie, Robin/Chrissy
Characters: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Chrissy, Nancy
Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Ballet Dancer Steve Harrington, Stripper Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Lapdance, Dancing as Flirting, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rim Jobs, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson
Summary: Steve claimed not to be a snob about different dance forms, but with his ballet background, he had a hard time looking at stripping as anything other than a money grab. He didn't see the beauty. Until Kas.
Read here.
Listen here.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#modern au#dancer au#steddie big bang#steddie bang#my writing#my fanfiction
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Lavender & Velvet
You work as a dancer for private events catering exclusively to Pro Heroes. One day, your boss approaches you with a mysterious assignment.
Read on AO3 here
SMUT AHEAD MDNI 18+ ONLY !!!
Being a dancer was always glamorized, and in your case, it was definitely glamorous.
You were a dancer for a company specializing in private events. If the event required some sort of special invitation, chances are you were probably going to be there dancing. However, given that you lived in a society where those with Quirks ruled, most of the events you attended were often for Pro Heroes. You danced for charity balls, birthday parties, and house parties. You had rubbed elbows with every Hero who graced newspapers, and had gotten to know many of them through this.
However, being a dancer had led to many trysts. Heroes had needs, just like other people, and since you were basically hired to be eye candy, you had slept with many Pro Heroes. Your fellow dancers had joked that you were slowly climbing up the top ten, having slept with Gang Orca (a generous man in bed and very powerful), Crust (a timid man, but polite), and having various trysts with Edgeshot (there was a reason you kept going back to him). Before All Might had retired, you had been working your way up to him, but you had never gotten the vibe from him that he was the type to fool around.
You loved your job, and you never questioned the assignments that your boss gave you. However, you were left feeling curious after your most recent encounter with him.
Your boss, Arima, approached you one day while you were stretching in the practice room. Normally he was always in a good mood, greeting you with his trademark polite smile before explaining your next assignment. When he walked in he seemed nervous, face covered in a light sheen of sweat and eyes shifting nervously around. Upon seeing you he rushed over, bowing as he greeted you.
“I hope your day's going well. Listen, I have a very important assignment for you that just came in. I can’t give you details, but I need your performance to be perfect.”
“Uh, okay, perfect in what way?”
“Just . . . I need one hundred percent from you, okay? I also need you to be as sexy as you can be.”
You raised a brow at that. “Uh huh, okay.”
Arima bowed again, squeaking out a thank you before scampering off. You stood there, trying to process the weird interaction you had just had before sighing. Well, I guess I need to come up with a sexy choreography.
Arima gave you two weeks to put your routine together. The day of the performance he came to see you again. He seemed just as nervous as the first time, bowing again before nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt.
“You will be picked up right at six. A limo will be sent.”
“A limo? Arima, who exactly am I performing for?”
He hesitated, sweat beading on his forehead.
“You will get details later. Just . . . please be ready on time.”
“You know I will be,” you frowned. “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Fine!” he yelled. “I have to go!”
You spent the rest of the day wondering what exactly it was about this performance that had Arima so nervous. You took your time getting ready, glad you had gotten basically your entire body waxed the day before so you could focus on your makeup and hair. Just as Arima had said, a limo arrived at your dance company right at six. The driver greeted you with a sharp nod, opening the door for you to slide in. A bottle of champagne was waiting for you in a chilled bucket, and you helped yourself to a glass.
The limo drove you to what appeared to be a boarded up place, but when you stepped out you realized it was a restaurant. There were no signs or logos plastered to suggest it was, and you figured it was one of those exclusive ones.
Another man met you at the door, nodding to the driver as a silent thanks before opening the door and letting you in. The atmosphere was quiet, a pianist playing jazz music softly in the background as men conversed in hushed tones. A few of them turned to look at you, eyeing you before resuming their previous conversations. You swallowed nervously, falling into step behind your guide as he led you towards the back.
"I assume your boss didn’t tell you anything?” he inquired.
You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.
“Y-yes, he has been very . . . silent about the whole thing.”
“Good.”
You were led into a dim hallway. He slowed down, turning his head to look back at you.
“There’s only one rule. Do not touch the young boss. You will be killed if you do.”
You felt your heart sink. The last part of your routine had you running your hands along him, ending with a “happy ending”. Arima had stopped by to check out your routine, and he had been beyond pleased. Apparently, he had been let out of the loop regarding this stipulation.
“Um, okay. Noted.”
He stopped in front of a door, stepping aside so you could pass by him.
“Good luck. You were personally requested.”
Before you could respond, he opened the door. He gestured for you to go in. Sucking in a breath, you stepped through the door. The room was empty, save for a large chair across the room. Sitting in the chair was a young man, staring intensely at you. He had short, brown hair, golden eyes gleaming above a plague mask. He was resting his cheek on his fist, elbow pressed against the arm of the chair. You couldn’t help but notice he was dressed sharp, in a tight black dress shirt tucked neatly into a matching pair of pants. He cocked his head to the side upon noticing you staring.
“Hi.”
He didn’t respond to your greeting. Clearing your throat, you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone and speaker. He didn’t say anything as you set up, connecting your phone and selecting the song. You paused it, placing the speaker down and sucking in a deep breath to get yourself into the element. You exhaled, letting the breath out of your mouth before slowly opening your eyes.
The “young boss” hadn’t moved, still frozen in place as he stared at you. You got into position, reaching into your coat pocket to push play from a remote. The opening notes played, and you let your gaze fall intensely on him.
Pull up to the city
Tell me I’m your lily
I’ll be in that dress you like
You had worn a tan trench coat buttoned up. Underneath, you wore a lavender lingerie set, complete with garters to match the title of the song. You seductively shrugged out of it, beginning your routine as you slowly body rolled.
Body in vanilla
Yeah I know it thrills ya
I know what is on your mind
As you danced, you slowly made your way over to him. You kept your eyes on him, doing a pirouette to get closer.
Take me to a place where
We can see the stars here
Nothing but the radio on
You let your hands run along your body to emphasize the last lyric.
I’ll take you anywhere you say
I’ll take you to my hideaway
Baby just give the word
I wanna give you the world
You eased into the chorus, hitting the movements smoothly and transitioning into the next. As the song went on, you felt slightly defeated at the fact that the guy hadn’t responded. He had the same bored expression, blinking slowly as he watched you move. You tried not to let him get to you, and you amped up the sexy factor as the song progressed.
However, you had a dilemma. The last bridge had a sequence where you sank to the floor and crawled to him, letting your hands run along his thighs and unbuckling his pants to give him a . . . happy ending. When you had shown Arima, he had been beyond delighted and assured you that was what had been requested. But now, after being told you couldn’t touch the client, you were unsure what to do.
The bridge began, and you sank to the floor as you had planned. However, instead of crawling towards him, you sank back onto your feet, letting your hands run down your body. You hesitated, wondering if your idea would work, before deciding to just move forward. One hand cupped your breast, squeezing it lightly as the other trailed down your middle, lingering at the waistband. During the outro, you let your finger slide into your panties, teasing your entrance as you glanced at the “young boss” with half-lidded eyes.
The song ended, and you sat frozen in your spot. The man finally moved, pushing off his elbow to sit up straight. He leaned forward, raising a single eyebrow before speaking.
“Did you intend on touching me towards the end?”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. Embarrassed, you gave a slow nod.
“Y-yes, sir.”
He hummed, the sound low in the back of his throat. He studied you for a moment before lifting a hand.
“Well? Are you going to touch me, then?”
“S-sir?”
He crossed his arms, leaning back into the chair.
“I assume my men told you not to touch me?”
You gave a slow nod.
“Well, I’ve had a change of heart. Do the routine the way you intended.”
You blinked, unsure if you had heard him right. When you didn’t move, he let out a long sigh.
“Tell me, girl, how was the routine supposed to go?”
“I was planning on ending with a happy ending.”
“Oh?”
His golden eyes flashed.
“Yes, sir. I was planning on . . . going down on you.”
“Well, I knew there was a reason I requested you.”
You remained silent, staring at him silently in the hopes he would indulge you with more details.
“I’ve heard great things about you through the grapevine. I don’t normally associate with your . . . normal clients.”
He must have noticed the slight frown that you tried to control, as he went on.
“I apologize, where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself. I’m Overhaul, head of the Shie Hissaikai.”
Your blood ran cold. While hooking up with some Heroes, you had heard his name thrown around. Apparently, he was considered an “underground” villain, one that was prominent in name but whose activities were difficult to track. That explained why Arima had been so nervous about the whole thing.
“Well, are you going to do the routine now? I would love to receive your happy ending.”
Nodding, you resumed your previous starting position, grabbing your coat to redress. This time, Overhaul seemed more interested. As you danced closer, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants this time. You felt a surge of confidence, hitting the choreography perfectly and keeping sensual expressions on your face. When the final bridge came, you sank to the floor, crawling slowly towards him. He kept his eyes on you, one hard hanging off the back of his chair as he spread his legs for you. Your hands came to rest on his thighs, looking up at him with a smirk as you glided them up towards his belt. You unbuckled it, slowly unbuttoning his pants afterwards and sliding the zipper down.
His boxers were left, and your mouth was watering at the sight of his thick bulge. You slid them down, his cock springing out. Licking your lips, you left your left hand on his thigh before gently grasping his cock with your right hand. You felt a hand grab the back of your head. Looking up, you saw Overhaul reaching up to remove his mask. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face.
“Well? Go on.”
Without the mask obstructing his mouth, his voice was deeper and smoother. You took him into your mouth, your hand wrapping around what couldn’t fit. He was thick, your mouth stretching to take him in. His hand went back to your head, grabbing your hair to fist it. He guided you up his length, pushing you down. You gagged, the back of your throat taking him in.
“Such a good girl,” he purred.
You felt yourself clenching around nothing, a whine forming in your throat. The vibration of it had him hissing, his fingers tightening around your hair. You kept on, picking up the pace as you moved your mouth along his length. Suddenly, he pulled you off, forcing you to look up at him.
“This isn’t enough for me,” he panted. “Come, sit on my lap.”
You scrambled onto his lap. His hands came to grab your ass, spanking each cheek harshly. Your hands came to rest on the sides of his neck, biting your lip as you stared at him.
“Such a pretty girl. Look at you, so obedient for me.”
One hand moved your panties aside. His hand retracted, a soft rustling reaching your ears before you felt a long finger stroke your slit. You were dripping at this point, and he relished in the feeling.
“Did I make you this wet? Naughty girl.”
He used your natural lubrication to push in. You moaned, throwing your head back as he slowly moved in and out. A second finger pushed in, and you felt his thumb brushing your clit. You grinded on his lap, desperate for more friction.
“So eager. Relax, I’ll fuck you right now.”
He slapped his cock against your inner thigh. You rose up a little, letting him rub his cock against your entrance to gather some of your wetness. Both of his hands came to rest on your hips, helping guide you down as you took him. The initial stretch was painful, causing your mouth to drop open in a silent scream. You wanted to bury your face in his neck, but Overhaul stopped you.
“Come on, I know you can take my cock, baby.”
You let out a loud moan when you bottomed out, your ass pressed against his thighs. He gave you a minute to adjust before spanking you.
“Move.”
Your hands went back to the sides of his neck, biting your lip as you began to move your hips. You rose up, his cock sliding out before you sat back on it. He felt amazing stretching you out, and you managed to establish a good rhythm. His hands remained on your ass, staring up at you with slight amazement as you kept on moving your hips smoothly.
“God, you move amazing. Perks of being a dancer.”
He spanked you, causing you to moan. You moved faster, throwing your head back as you tried to chase your orgasm. You were close, so close, and you were desperate to let go around him.
“What a fucking whore. You just started riding me, and you already want to cum?”
He spanked you again.
“Did I give you permission?”
You shook your head furiously, clenching tightly around him.
“Did I?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Good girl.”
You fought hard, clenching your eyes shut as you started desperately bouncing on him. Suddenly, Overhaul wrapped his arms around you, trapping you on his lap. He began fucking up into you, small grunts tumbling out of his lips. You tried to hold it in, but your orgasm hit you hard, and you began babbling his name nonsensically. He stopped, panting lightly.
“Foolish girl. You weren’t allowed to come.”
He pushed you off, sending you tumbling to the floor. You glanced at him with confused eyes.
“Spread your legs for me.”
You did as told, watching as he stripped his clothing off. You admired his fit physique, and when he came to hover over you, you let your fingers trace the hard lines of his back.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to let me breed you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” you moaned.
He didn’t give you warning before pushing back into you. You immediately wrapped your legs around him, your arms continuing to trace his muscles. He dipped his head to the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in short pants as he thrusted harshly into you. After a few thrusts he pulled back to look at you, eyes studying your features as you relished in pleasure.
“God, you look so beautiful like this. I’m sure you’ll look more beautiful when you’re stuffed full of my cum.”
You whimpered, clenching tightly around him. He picked up the pace, grunting as his movements became erratic and he looked back at your face.
“Are you ready, baby? Ready to be bred?”
Your response was your orgasm, crying out his name as he kept on until he was spilling himself inside of you. The two of you remained united, panting softly as you both came down from your high. Overhaul pulled out, causing you to whine from how sensitive you were and the loss of being stuffed full. He sat back on his knees, admiring your naked body spread out before gently offering his hand.
“Are you alright to stand?”
You nodded, taking his hand and slowly sitting up. His eyes flickered to your core before using his finger to push the fluids that were beginning to dribble out.
“Now, now, we need to make sure that stays up there.”
He handed you your lingerie and coat before walking you to the door. Right before opening it he paused, slowly turning to look at you.
“Would you like to do this again sometime?”
#boku no hero academia#boku no hero imagines#my hero academia#my hero academia imagines#overhaul#overhaul imagines#overhaul x reader#overhaul x y/n#kai chisaki#kai chisaki imagine#kai chisaki x reader#kai chisaki x y/n#dancer au
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Honey, I would like to share it with you if you allow me.
So I’m in love with dancer!Steve au. And the thing is… I imagined that there is a, I don’t know, secret club similar to Hideout there only dancers and they’re friends allowed to be because they need a place where they can be themselves and safely dance even the most filthy way… Maybe even Chrissy appears here sometimes and one day The Fruity Four (Three?) kinda find out where Steve disappears… And Steve dances in the hottest way possible, losing himself on the floor… He probably dances in Jojo Gomez style…
Oh this is SO GOOD. I really wish I could devote time to this one. I am not taking full requests and this is definitely a lot more than what a short headcanon could cover, but I know if I post this, someone will run with it (I'll put some no pressure tags below just so it gets seen!).
But I do want to add to this a little headcanon-y idea: Chrissy takes Robin to the club to show her what it's about and Robin ends up coming out to her when one of the girls who dances there regularly starts flirting with her. Robin is awkward as hell of course, and Chrissy notices, so Robin feels like she has to explain. When she does, Chrissy admits she's been questioning her own sexuality and that's why she visits the club. When Robin sees Steve, she almost passes out. Chrissy hadn't recognized him because he wears makeup while he's there, usually dances with low lights instead of a spotlight like the others do.
Thank you for sending this in! If anyone wants to do anything with this or make any fic recs for something like this, here's some really no pressure tags: @wormdebut @legitcookie @sidekick-hero @wynnyfryd @simplebtromance @flowercrowngods
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some quick dancer!AU doodles of these 2 dumbasses
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Thinking about 2 different versions of The Dancer AU…
1. (Younger lawrusso: takes place during kk1) Johnny is a ballet dancer, who’s life is turned upside down when Daniel LaRusso, a hip hop dancer, joins the schools dance club. (Johnny practices ballet at Mr. Kreese’s dance studio, while Daniel is self taught)
2. (90s lawrusso) Johnny is a ballet dancer in a large company, and Johnny has recently got a big role in one of their productions. Daniel is a guitar player apart of the orchestra. (It’s a very unique soundtrack, ok?)
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jegulus Christmas dance au where regulus is a ballet dancer with an injury and James and sirius have a dance school in the poor part of London that is at the verge of being closed and regulus can't dance one part of the Nutcracker but can't back down and asks sirius to dance it for him but sirius refuses and so James steps in with a deal that if regulus helps him save the school he will dance it and they fall in love
yes I'm writing it - update:
#pas de deux ff#marauders fanfiction#regulus black#slytherin skittles#jegulus#james potter x regulus black#james x regulus#regulus arcturus black#dancer au#christmas au#starchaser#sunseeker#sunlover#james potter
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