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Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 1

It wasn’t uncommon for you to not pay attention to your surroundings, especially when it came to crowed surroundings. You often got lost in the vibrations the rippled across the floor and climbed up to your ankles as what ever song boomed from the stage that you purposely stayed far away from. Crowds weren’t your thing, but they were certainly called to your friend who always seemed to rope you into coming to things like this. If Mina knew a lot of people would be some where, best believe she planned to be there first.

Your phone is set to silent and slid into your back pocket just as your finger pressed send on your last message to the ass hole you’d just met this morning. If his sheer disinterest and lack of human decency wasn’t enough to scrunch your nose in disgust, his teasing messages about paying attention to ‘the set’ surely were able to send a crippling anxiety up your spine. You knew from the moment you met him you didn’t like him one bit- and judging by the cocky glint in his eyes that were set on you as you look up to the stage, you knew you never would.

“I’m going to get some air.” You call to Mina, who was swaying to the music that had yet to start playing. “It’s getting stuffy in here.”

“What!? Jiros about to start playing.” You recognized the high pitched whine in her voice and recoiled as her hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you planted as you desperately wished to run. “They’re only playing 3 songs, we’ll head out after! She said she’d meet us in the side alley anyway! You’ll get your air later.”

You knew that even if you wanted to (which you did) Mina wouldn’t let you miss your friend’s debut as the new lead guitarist. You just couldn’t shake the burning feeling of disbelief and anger as your eyes scan the stage, locking Eyes briefly the the drummer. You felt guilty for wanting to ditch Jiros performance but after the very short interaction and the texts from the man still watching you- you wished you could.

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Thirty minutes pass painfully slow, every song was followed with a talking segment that lasted far too long and every song seemed to play in for hours opposed to the few short minutes they actually echoed around you. On top of your clear distaste for one of the members onstage- the crowed had begun to go wild with every passing second. You’d been bumped, elbowed and stepped on more times than you could count before Mina excitedly pulled you away from the crowed and into the ally to meet Jiro.

“Babe what gives!?” She all but shrieks as the cold wind brushes over your warm skin. “She was killin it up there and you didn’t even bib your head!”

“Sorry Mina, I just-.” You pause, unsure of what exactly you should tell her. It wasn’t fair to Jiro that a man you met a single time could ruin your night and take away any effort you had to support her. “The drummer is a dick and I didn’t know he’d be here. It just put me in a sour mood to see him up there with our girl.”

“You know Bakugou?” She asks in bewilderment, her eyes glued to the door that opens beside where the two of you stood. “Well come back to this- Jiro!! You rocked!”

Jiro was the first of four people to join you in the ally, her smile the brightest you’ve ever seen, making your guilt grow further. You really should have ignored your personal feelings and supported her the way she deserved. She was glowing, and pulling Mina into and offering you a happy wave.

“Not a fan of our music?” The gravely voice you’d heard speak a single sentence laughs from beside you. With Mina gushing to the only other person you knew here, you had no choice but to turn to face him. “I thought we did pretty good up there, so why were you scowling?”

Your breath hitches as your head turns, he was far too close for comfort and it offered you the perfect view of his very sweaty tshirt that held his crossed arms. You can’t help but take a step back, moving your eyes from his chest to meet his eyes quickly. Just like before, he seemed absolutely uninterested in your presence dispute is attempt at getting a rise out of you.

“Because your presence makes me sick.” The shaky undertone of your voice was evident, and it made his smirk grow even further. “You’re an ass, and frankly if I knew you’d be here I’d have stayed home.”

“A nameless face in the crowd wouldn’t be missed anyway, extra.” His voice was wrapped dangerously with arrogance driven venom, and it made your neck burn to hold eye contact. “The nerd sent me the money you owed me.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Finally, you find the courage to cross your own arms and glare at him. “You didn’t deserve a single penny.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for replacing the shit your dumb ass damaged?” The wind blows around you, picking up scattered pieces of trash as he waits for an answer he knew he wasn’t getting. “Curious why he paid your debt though, the guy can’t pull so I know you aren’t dating the guy.”

“For your information jackass, he has a girlfriend and has for a while.” If there’s one thing you’d put your sudden nerves away for, it would be to defend someone as kind and sweet as your neighbor. “He paid for it so I wouldn’t tell my dad what you do for a living. Again- you’re welcome.”

The others have begun to make their way toward the two of you, happy smiles and upbeat conversation traveling between them as your hate filled conversation with their friend remains obvious to them. You weren’t sure if he’d told any of his band mates how he knew you or why you’d been staring holes into his head during the performance, but you were sure none of them were aware of your fathers career or how easily you could ruin the cocky blondes beside you.

“The hell would I care what your dad thinks?” It’s sad to admit but you enjoy the fact that he’s unaware of how easily you could get him in legal trouble. You have half a mind to tell him, but he opens his mouth before you can. “You aren’t the only person who knows a police officer.”

“How-?” Your friends look between you, worried and confused glances shared between you and Bakugou as your mouth hangs open. Did Izuku tell him? “Did-?”

“Don’t think that you could ever put me in a position to ask you for a favor, including keeping your mouth shut.”

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This Katsuki AU

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Bass Player Touya / (t.todoroki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : cock warming, teasing. touya's mean :(

"You're squirming.." Touya's voice was deep and sultry as he dragged his hand up your thigh. "Stop squirming baby. 'M tryna focus here." He whispered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on the soft juncture of your collar.

Touya's cock pulsated in you. The tip pressed snugly inside you. You were the one to approach him, asking a few weeks back if you could cock warm him while he was writing a new song, or messing around with his bass.

Your boyfriend had loved the idea so much he almost grabbed you and fucked you silly then and there.

But he held out.

Until now atleast.

Touya wasn't a cruel boyfriend - most of the time. If you wanted something, chances are you'd end up getting it. Sure he could be mean when it came to your sex lives but it was rare - and only if he was in a bad mood. And even still, he can only really hold out for about twenty minutes of your pouting before he caves.

You must've pissed him off really badly then. Like really badly - to get to this level of punishment.

Forty minutes.

It had been forty minutes since you had slid down his dick.

Forty minutes of your boyfriend mulling over cords and song lyrics.

Forty minutes of feeling the beaded pre-cum slide down his dick and mix with you.

Forty minutes of gripping the table and praying to anyone that your boyfriend would notice the current state you're in and take pity on you.

Forty minutes of trying to ignore the way you felt so fucking full, and how when you would shift slightly, the the tip of his cock would press into your stomach.

Forty fucking minutes of nothing but torture.

"Touya please... It hurts. Please fuck me please- I promise I'll never ask you for anything ever again!" You sobbed out, feeling your boyfriend pause, pencil in hand frozen in place.

Touya sighed, placing the pencil down and shaking his head. "Anything?"

"Anything." You nodded quickly, turning around to meet his piercing stare.

Touya hummed, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, swiping his book off the desk with a clatter you find your back pressed against the cool wood.

Touya's cock dragged out of you - slowly, like he was observing how your body begged to keep him inside.

"You asked for this." He grinned, thrusting in you, filling you up until stars danced behind your eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you so good-" he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "you won't be able to think of anything but my dick. I'm going to make a promise on that."

Touya's eyes were bright. And full of heat.

You whimpered.

It was going to be a long night.

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────⋆⋅☆ Fell in lust ! Lust for love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, street racer!otoya x Stripper!reader, dramatic?

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

Otoya was the type of man who would live at the strip club. He’d literally buy out whatever woman he thought would look best with him. Sometimes for only the night, sometimes the whole day. Sometimes more than one girl. He came alone to relax after a race.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find anyone who caught his eye. Until they landed on you. You came onto the stage in your tiny little costume, not doing much to cover anything. 

He swallowed hard, not being able to take his eyes off of you. His drink was stuck in his hand and he was frozen, lips parted. He watched you danced around the pole so fucking seductively. He moved down on the sofa he was sitting on, adjusting his length. 

The bright flashing neon lights showed just enough of your smile, curves, body, and face, but not everything. 

He wanted more, he was desperate to see your actual smile, your body without clothes, and especially the faces you’d make if you were under him. 

After you finished up. Someone came after you and collected all the money to bring it backstage.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the guy, he nodded and left. You placed all the cash inside a bag and stuffed it in your locker. You left to get a drink when you were met with an unfamiliar presence standing beside the door.

“Oh, hello? Can I help?” you asked, tilting your head. The guy with the dual coloured hair looked down at you, smirking. He moved in closer, invading your privacy.

"Couldn’t take my eyes off you out there, babe. Looked downright sinful on that pole—had me thinking all kinds of things."

He said not even greeting you back. You were taken aback by the boldness. Laughing under your breath, you smiled at him, thanking him. 

You tried going around him to get your drink but he grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him.

“Hey! What the h-” 

“Do you do private rooms?” he said, pulling you closer to him. You grit your teeth, placing your hands on his chest to maintain distance. 

“Only for some and i’m on break right now asshole”

You could hear him muttering under his breath, he looked down at you again.

“Please, just 30 minutes, that's all i’m asking for. I’ll give you.. I’ll pay 50k. Just give me a lap dance, I won’t ask for anything else.” 

The fuck?

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after hearing 50k? Was he fucking mental? Or just rich? 50k for 30 minutes is beyond insane. Not to mention the fact that he sounded like he was begging. You looked anywhere but at him.

“I..” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Look, i’m not doing VIP or private rooms right now but-”

“A kiss.”

“What?” you scoffed, pulling back to look at him like he’s crazy. Oh. Maybe that’s what he was, crazy. 

“A kiss, that's all”

“Dude, listen, i-” he interrupted you again, making you wanna punch him

“75k” 

“Oh my fu.. It’s not about the money!” you said, trying to get it through his thick skull.

“100k” damn. That’s a whole 3-4 months' worth of work, all for a single kiss.

“I..”

“150k” 

“OK! OK!, STOP!” you shouted, pushing him back against the door behind him.

“Jesus, fuck.” you cursed, wrapping your arms around him, though your heels were high as hell, he still managed to be taller than you. 

You tilted your head, leaning in to kiss him. You felt him melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer till your chest was pressed against his toned body. 

He didn’t need to strip for you to be able to tell he worked out. 

He moved his hand down, cupping your ass, nibbling on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Isn’t this going a bit further than just a kiss? Is what the logical thing to think was but instead your mind was foggy, too lost in his expert lips and tongue and the way his boner was pressed against your thigh. 

Even though his length was covered, you could tell he was long. 

You tilted your head back, letting him devour you, your arms tightened around his neck until you finally came back to reality and realized others could probably see you.

“Fuck.. hey!” you whisper yelled, pushing away from him. You looked up and holy fuck did he look hot. 

Lips red and swollen and eyes red around the edges. Did he smoke weed? You cleared your throat, looking away awkwardly. 

“Sorry..” he sighed, seeming down for some reason. 

“My money.”

“What?” 

“My money??” you repeated, lifting your hands as you shrugged. 

You scoffed, of course he was all talk, you can’t believe you just made out with this freaking weirdo and believed he could pay you. 

“Oh yeah, i’d say I’ll write you a check, but due to legal reasons, i won’t do that,” he said, laughing awkwardly, pulling out his phone and calling someone. You lifted your eyebrows, seeing how long he would continue this act. 

“Just drop it, I know you do-” 

Some dude randomly interrupted handing a fat fucking stack of cash to the green and white haired guy. 

Your eyes widened; you don’t think you’ve ever seen this much cash in your life all at once. 

“Thanks, man, ‘preciate it,” he said, and the other black haired dude left. 

“Thanks for the kiss, babe,” he said, placing the stack of hundreds in your hand. It was so big, it didn’t even fit in your hand. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, you stared at him in pure shock. 

He walked past you, giving you one last smile. You were frozen till you turned around to see the guy was gone. You quickly ran past the large crowd of people who were chatting and dancing until you caught up to him, almost about to exit the building.

“Hey! Wait!” you yelled, out of breath. 

“Hm?” he turned out, wondering if he had left something.

“Tomorrow..” you mumbled, coming closer. “I'm free tomorrow.. If you.. Still want that lap dance,” you said, clearing your throat and looking at the ground. Why the hell were you suddenly feeling shy?

“Heh, thanks, cutie, i’ll come around tomorrow,” he said, waving at you as he left. 

The same friend pulled up, picking him up and both of them left. 

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that neither of you asked for the other's name. Fuck. 

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A/n: for reference. 150k dollars in cash is around 6 inches thick (15.2cm). whats funny, this was initially supposed to be a oneshot but i liked it too much, so i made it into a mini series

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In Another Life

dear rue, don’t hate me 🥺 @rueclfer full fic to the angst drabble i wrote the other day, which can be found here; angst drabble

synopsis; he’d never be yours in this life, but maybe in another he could be. (dabi/touya x reader)

cw; angst, allusions and mentions of character death, fem!reader imagined but not exclusively stated can be read as gn!reader, quirkless reader, mentions of endeavor (yes i consider this man a warning), i think that’s all

word count; 1.7k

please don’t use, copy, or steal my writings thank you and enjoy 😊

“fuyumi invited me to dinner this weekend. she says everybody will be there. your mom, natsuo, and shoto. i think he might also be there, she didn’t say but i could tell by the look on her face. i told her i’d think about it,” you sit on the uncomfortable plastic chair in the bland white room.

the only sounds are the beeping and the raspy shutters of the life support machine that is keeping touya alive.

“do you think i should go?” you're silent as you wait for him to answer. fuyumi had told you that you would be the only one to visit him today, meaning he’d be able to answer you if he wanted.

“that’s up to you.” his voice is raspier than you’ve ever heard it before, you know it’s because he’s burned his vocal cords beyond repair.

“i don’t think he likes me very much. he always glares at me,” you explain and watch the roll of his eyes as he lets out a scoff.

“i’m serious, he never liked me as a kid because i’m quirkless. i’m pretty sure it’s still the same. i know he only puts up with me because your mom forces him to since i’m friends with all of you four.” you assume the garbled sound that leaves him is a laugh and it makes you chuckle in turn.

“i miss those days,” he sighs and you smile nostalgically, as a kid you’d go to his house after school some days and nearly every weekend to play with him, fuyumi and natsuo. 

you were their neighbor and the same age as fuyumi who you quickly became friends with, and grew incredibly close to touya. so close that you developed a crush on him at five years old, though you’d never admit to it.

“yeah,” you sigh while looking over to the machine encasing him, “me too.”

it’s been almost two weeks since you last went to visit touya, work has been keeping you busy lately and you’re finding it hard to make time for him.

you have tomorrow off and have made the plans to go see him, fuyumi already knows and is making sure nobody else will go see him so that you can have the whole day with him.

it’ll be nice, you think, to see him and spend an entire day without having to worry about leaving if his family shows up.

you love them you do, but sometimes it’s nice to just be with touya. 

“you should tell him how you feel,” fuyumi’s voice sounds from your phone as you make your way into the facility where touya is.

“does everybody know?” you groan out, stepping to the check in desk and writing your name down.

“everybody except him,” fuyumi laughs, “you’ve been in love with him since we were five it’s not hard to miss.”

you scoff, of course it isn’t. it’s not like you hid it, but admitting it isn’t as easy as it seems. you have no idea whether he feels the same, and the fear that he might not make it out of the facility is what keeps you from telling him.

“i’m just scared yumi, what if he doesn’t feel the same?” you pause to take a breath as you enter the elevator.

“what if he does?” she responds,

“ok well what if he doesn’t get better? i don’t want to get my heartbroken,” you explain through a heavy sigh.

“and what if this is the push he needs to get better?” she’s always been the logical one.

“i’ll think about it, but i’m here. i’ll talk with you later,” you say your goodbyes as you approach his room.

you smile as his eyes flicker towards you when you enter the room.

“i know you can’t have any but i brought soba to eat. figured it might cheer you up a bit since it is the day before your birthday.” he rolls his eyes and scoffs as you sit in the uncomfortable plastic chair.

“i’m sorry i haven’t come to see you, works been keeping me busy.” you sigh and take a bite of the soba you brought.

he only grunts in return and you sit in silence for a while.

“will you be here tomorrow?” his voice startles you out of your thoughts.

“i might come after your family, i don’t want to be around your father.” you explain and he makes a humming sound.

the silence stretches another few minutes before he coughs violently, you’re by his side immediately to check if he’s alright.

“are you okay? i mean obviously you aren’t but i fuck i’m bad at this.” you ramble on and he chuckles deeply, or at least he tries to.

“i’m as good as i can be.” his eyes meet yours and you feel your knees weaken. his eyes were always your favorite.

“do you want me to go?” you ask, he gives a slight shake of his head.

“just sit with me for a while.” he whispers and you do. 

you spend the rest of your visit rambling to him about the last two weeks and he listens in silence, giving an answer here and there.

he’s asleep by the time your visit is over and you smile softly at his sleeping form.

you stand to leave, leaning over the machine to get a look at his face.

“goodnight touya, i love you.” you whisper and gather your stuff to leave.

you miss the twitch of his eyelids as you walk out.

you see him the next day for his birthday, surrounded by his family. and although his father is there too, you’re able to manage being around him for touya.

it’ll be another week before you can see him again, so you enjoy the time you have today.

the night of his birthday, you dream of another life.

in the dark of the night, when the people sleep and the city is quiet, on a rooftop under the clear sky, two figures sit and watch the stars.

“if you had the chance to go back and redo things, would you change anything or keep it all the same?” a whispered voice carries in the wind, a chill running through his veins.

there’s a soft humming sound that filters in the air, an acknowledgment of the question and his head tilts as he processes your words. the stars blink at him in anticipation, silently awaiting his answer.

“i don’t know.”

his voice is meager, afraid to speak any louder and scare you away again. but it’s clearer than you’ve ever heard it before.

“do you?”

such a simple question yet the answer is anything but.

he draws in a breath at your silence.

“i think i would change one thing.”

a pause, he turns to look at you.

“i’d fighter harder not to lose you.”

he smiles softly and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. you continue to stare at the sky, afraid it’ll all disappear if you move.

“y/n… you lose me no matter what you do.”

you sigh and his touch is gone just as quickly as you felt it.

glancing to where he sits, you choke back a sob, he’s already fading as the light from the sun starts to rise.

“i know.” you feel like you can’t breathe as the words force their way past your lips.

he smiles. it’s broken.

“i’m sorry.” your heart breaks as he speaks, you’re starting to forget what he sounds like, it’s been so long.

“i love you.” you reach for him, hoping, no praying, that you can touch him, feel him one last time before he slips from your grasp again.

“i know.” he never says it back and you know it’s because your brain can’t imagine what the words sound like on his lips, never having heard them before, even if you confessed while he was alive.

not even your dreams can bring you solace as you watch him fade completely, your body jolting upright in the sweat soaked sheets you lay.

the tears are steadily streaming down your face, you do nothing to stop them as the sun crests over the horizon and the light sneaks into your room.

“why’d you have to go?”

there’s no answer. there’s never been one, but you’ve always known his motivations.

“i had another dream of you last night,” you sit cross legged on the grass, the wind blowing softly in response to your words. as if filling the silence in place of an answer.

“this time we sat on the roof watching the stars, like we did when we were kids,” you sigh, the tombstone across from you reading touya’s name.

‘dabi’ is written in smaller letters beneath, your idea as you knew he would’ve liked that over touya but his father insisted on using his given name.

it had taken fuyumi, natsuo, and shoto just to get him to agree, but you knew touya would be happy wherever he was.

“i told you i loved you in this one, before it ended the same as the others. with you fading away as the sun rose, and me jolting awake with tears streaming down my face.” it’s just you visiting him today, and somehow it feels better than visiting him in the facility.

he passed away after his birthday, a couple days before you had the chance to see him again. you got the call from shoto, fuyumi too distraught to be able to tell you.

hearing the words from shoto’s monotone voice made it hurt worse than you imagine hearing it from fuyumi’s voice would’ve.

“i still can’t believe you’re gone. it’s been a year now, it feels like just yesterday you were turning twenty-four,” your voice shakes as your arms wrap around yourself.

“i never thought there’d be a time where i was older than you,” the tears don’t come as quickly anymore but they still come.

“i miss you so much touya. why’d you have to do it?” you plead as if the stone would provide an answer.

you sigh heavily and stand, dusting yourself off to leave.

“i love you,” the wind that blows is warm, a gentle caress around your body and you imagine it as his arms wrapping you in a hug. a silent i love you too, his final comfort to you.

your eyes blur as you leave, you don’t visit him again after that.

Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

baldkugo,,,, baldkudeku

something silly (sorry i just woke up like two hour ago but im still sleepy)

oh sorry did i shoot you 47 times in chest /silly

more like 57 wtf how could you do such a thing?? 😩😩

me going back over my reblog and realize i, in fact, did add nanami and actually got an 84% with him 🫠

i see you and ur daddy issues

i got 88% with nanami too but i was too ashamed to further showcase my daddy issues 🫣

bitch cup mentality // tomura shigaraki

when all you needed was a night with him and a cup of mixed liquor to make some moves

a/n: the fratboy agenda never stops

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