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#need to do a full fic on these two
crybaby-bkg · 5 months
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cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism
as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.
Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.
it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.
“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.
“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”
his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.
and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.
the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.
the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.
“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.
“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.
he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.
“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.
“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.
“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.
“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.
“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.
you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.
is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?
“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”
you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?
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crossbackpoke-check · 2 months
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it’s all the rest of what i want with you
connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k
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“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”
“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.
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in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!
#OFFICIAL FIC ANNOUNCEMENT 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ i wish i had pretty fic graphics but alas i have No Skill and also. so much work i should be doing bu#HI SHE’S HERE i would love to say this is a complete surprise drop except i have Anxiety & i needed to ask you guys about it beforehand#in my defense i started writing this in like. january far before any tragedy occurred#because square asked about my tags on their dewey2 art and she spawned like. a million more thoughts about it#including the part where i got absolutely kicked in the face with the lightning vision of those two lines.#like those two lines are the first actual lines of the fic i wrote ajdhkwdiowdjiw ANYWAY please be nice to me i know i am always like#‘this is not the first real fic i ever thought i’d post’ and if i had a nickel i’d have three but this is the first pwp i’ve ever posted#and it’s 8k and it’s not a fic for an exchange (although technically i did very much write this for the dewey^2 hivemind so.)#i have SO many things to say i have so many comments on this doc also i couldn’t pick a title for the LONGEST time and i finally decided on#this one but the full quote was too long:#all the rest of what i want with you that scares me shitless#so. i was angling SO hard to make a yung gravy lyric as a title bc i saw the video of him at a wild game but i couldn’t find a good one#and instead y’all got a very sentimental title l m a o.#liv in the replies#shout out to the extended universe this lives in and also my unhinged comments in the docs.#if you liked fun fuck a baby in him friday i’ll be here all week i promise i am the exact same in the comments as i am in the tags 🫡#the NUMBER of times i wrote something in this by pulling it out of my ass and then actually went back and did the research & was RIGHT is.#far too high. also the amount of coincidental things that dropped while i was writing this (yung gravy song about pregnancy AFTER i wheeze#laughed myself into a yung gravy title the athletic player poll confirming my restaurant & bar choices from googling ‘st. paul good bars’…)#also if anybody got advice on formatting for these little announcements. help. this is different from my miro/luka one &i’m still not happy
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zibulon01 · 8 months
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Got tagged by @kstbj thank you! (hi, feel free to ask about more details or snippets for each of them if you want)
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bi-bats · 11 months
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But Tim fought hard for his Mochaccino. He will get his prize. He earned this. 
He’s so worked up by the time he’s turning to leave, his blessed coffee in his hand, that he doesn’t even notice the person in his way until he’s slamming into his chest. 
Tim’s hand grips tighter on the coffee, more determined to keep his hold on that than his phone or keys, and thank god, he doesn’t drop the drink. But his phone and keys slip through his fingers, and the guy he just slammed into snatches them both out of the air.
“Oh, god, sorry—” Tim starts to say as the guy straightens up, and then he stops. The guy is smirking, a set of amused green eyes looking down at him.
You’ve got to be kidding, Tim thinks.
“Got somewhere to be, sweetheart? Oh, now that’s a pretty shade of red you’re turning—”
“I’m late,” Tim snaps, grabbing his keys and phone from Jason’s hand. “I got lost four fucking times on my way here. If this city was a person, I would throttle it.”
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ninjasmudge · 9 months
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people really will say shit like 'the fic i found hasn't updated in a whole month so i think its been abandoned which is a shame, i wanted to read more' like where do you even get the nerve
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the-crooked-library · 2 months
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I'd like to request badideabigmistake.odf for WIP Wednesday please
Hello and thank you so much! Between all the prompts for this, I've managed to write a page <3 Here is the last bit:
He would brush his Force signature gently against Anakin’s; he would whisper senseless platitudes out loud; and, soon enough, Anakin would drift off again, lulled into peaceful dreams. The habit remained for years – maintained, on and off, through Anakin’s shoddy first attempts at shielding, his knighting, and the severance of their bond.
The separation never truly took – until the fires of Mustafar burned every bridge between them, and the Force fell silent.
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It is much later now, just over a decade since they'd seen each other last. Anakin – no. Darth Vader has a nightmare; and, like a fool, Obi-Wan wakes up and reaches.
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lesbianwithchainsaws · 11 months
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I want to do like 20 different things at once now and the fact that I can't is a tragedy if you ask me
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polkadotpatterson · 6 months
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okeydoke as I have not had much energy for working on stuff lately (but lots of motivation) I'm not gonna do proper NaNo with a wordcount or anything, BUT I am gonna make it a goal to get some amount of work done on a writing project every day (at least until I go away on the 24th). Main priority blaseball projects are, in no particular order:
Fic about the ending
Abner fic
Simon's Quest
secret fic(s) :)
get the Talkers exchange set up
Aside from that, I've been poking at more non-blaseball stuff, which is a good excuse for me to plug my writing blog @cyndakip! All my fics get posted there, so if you're interested in my writing beyond just blaseball (especially if you like pokemon), I recommend following me there, since I don't post non-blaseball fics here.
#I'm in a weird place rn where the end of blb is coinciding with me finally feeling ready to get back to nuzlockes#and I very much want to keep writing blb fics! it's just complicated by me getting smacked over the head with pokemon motivation#and separate from that I think it's just been hard for me to work on blb fics knowing that it's over#writing the ending fic in particular means confronting that. and I definitely haven't fully processed it yet and idk when I will#I really truly do want to keep writing blb fics for a long time but I worry there will be not much of an audience anymore#and I know that doesn't matter. I'm gonna write what I want and I know some people will still read it. but yknow. it's rough#also my relationship with pokemon and the nuzlocke community has been really fucking complicated these past few years#to the point where I stopped engaging altogether bc it was stressing me out too much and I had lost all confidence in my writing#this happened to be right before I got into blb. which came along at the perfect time and gave me the community & confidence boost I needed#now it kinda feels like we've come full circle. blb has changed me and now I'm ready to go back with a whole new attitude#I just don't want these two things to be mutually exclusive! I want both! but that's easier said than done#especially bc I haven't had enough energy to work on much of either lately! I want to say things are getting better on that front but#it's complicated. you know how it is with human bodies. treacherous things#the thing is I don't want to waste this. I feel ready for pokemon again and god I missed it and I'm gonna ride this wave of motivation#if I had more energy this would be less of a problem. ah well#gonna get all this done sooner or later#talking moistly
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rudeflower · 3 months
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lordsardine · 9 days
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harbinger voice lines..............
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mx-paint · 10 months
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#some of the anti atla and atla critical people *really* need to check themselves#going on racist and anti buddhist rants bc the native girl got with a monk and not the moody awkward teen is WILD#the anti azula pro zuko and anti zuko pro azula kids are also the same people in different fonts#you can tell how theyd treat victims irl too just by how they talk about them#and the guise of hating the mlm fans and ships (and the wlw ones too for that matter) bc yours isnt canon either is a weird thing to do#also the treatment of saying that a canonical characteristic is fanon bc you want a kid to be a hot moody boy and not autistic is WEIRD#get a fucking grip#also saying that a full nation deserved to outright DIE is weird af#calling buddhist cultist bc you couldnt understand the context and outright quotes from the show saying otherwise is weird af#good god these people are so fucking stupid its unreal#and other people that act the same are the zu/tara and zu/kka kids#the new 'shipping war' literally started bc more people were shipping two boys instaed of a girl and boy (NEITHER WHICH ARR CANON#and they get mad and quote the same shit verbatim#and then make zuko someone completely fucking different but in different ways#same with katara if shes not bitchy then shes a victim who needs help (but not by aang or sokka or toph or suki or-) and cant do anything :#this aint even a claim that atla doesnt have faults yall just worry about the wrong things that dont matter#also the fact yall dont know what orientalism is nor when or how to talk about it#coming back bc of the tyzula fic that was heavy anti zuko by claiming that the comic that had the most inaccuracies of them all#was 'heavuly implied' to include him TRYING TO RAPE AND MURDER HIS SISTER BY MAKING HER MUTE#yeah. yeah.#how many people that were calling it canon was concerning but since this seems like a untagged ooc and reverse role fic (w azula joining)#im just going to ignore it#babes. youre writing a fic.#just SAY this is canon divergence and role reversal#no need to lie and say its canon when it isnt 🙄#coming back AGAIN to say that calling one issue of comic trash bc it checks the character you like#but saying the other one (read: the previous tags about the tyzula fic) canonical bc it demonizes the one you dont#(and has the most inaccuracies of all of the comics to boot)#youre making it VERY CLEAR its not about 'keeping it canon' or consistent but instead keeping what YOU want as your only fact#once again youre focusing on the wrong things
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naffeclipse · 2 years
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Will you ever make a "what if?" AU where Y/N does accept Eclipse?
I know for certain that I'm going to write a drabble with Bounty Hunter!Eclipse as that's the AU where Y/N does eventually accept him—but only after Eclipse eases up on some of his more violent tendencies and has some ~character growth~
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taniushka12 · 4 months
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I have an alan/barry fic in the works (in my mind) and idk when I'll post it or if Im ever gonna finish it BUT... here are the first line and one of the last ones:
Stumbling down the hall with his weight supported by his friend, Alan laughed, and it felt like music to Barry's ears.
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"...Goodnight, Al." The man inside his grasp closed his eyes, sighing, and Barry tried not to wonder whether it was from relief, or disappointment.
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jadewritesficshere · 1 year
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18+ only
Eddie is 100% the type to cuff you to the bed and make you watch as he gets himself off. Makes you beg for him. If you start mouthing off though, he'll just gag you so all you can make are whimpers (he would ensure you have a sign so you can safeword if needed, he is watching you just as intently as you are watching him, ensuring if you did tap out he would be able to see it. Everything he does would be consensual). Oh, he'll give it to you eventually, but he's just gotta tease you first.
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todayisafridaynight · 10 months
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streaming comic-makin sessions would be a nightmare cause i know damn well id just be digitally pacing between twitter and youtube before actually doin shit. it'd be like trying to host a writing stream where everyone would look at a blank canvas for half an hour as i try to figure out what the fuck im gonna do
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scoopsgf · 9 months
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