#like 7k words long

[crybaby-bkg]

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?

[yinyuedijun]

ok I have sent chapter 1 to the beta harem.....it is in their hands now

[cordeliawhohung]

would you guys be mad if this next part of soft spot is shorter than usual so that i can put in a super dramatic cliffhanger or will you kill me?

[rosylix]

so.... just thinking..... since rosy pt 3 became way longer than i intended, what if i broke it into 2 parts.? i would post the first part very soon since its 99% done and then the last (and final for REAL) part whenever i finish it (eta a couple weeks..?)

idk. just an idea, i thought about this like a month ago as well but i was like nah its better all together but as it just keeps getting longer maybe its not a bad idea (plus i feel bad for the extended wait ahh lol). thoughts?

full disclaimer even if 2 parts wins i might still decide to do one part lol i need to think about it more but im just curious what yall think! ty all sm for ur continued patience 🩷

[lavenderspence]

you know that hotch fic i've been complaining about for a week? It just got good, it just got good. I'm over here grinning like a horny hyena and I-

ps: I drafted this last night and I just finished it. I love it I love I love it

[crookedghosts]

method acting [a little bit of truth (goes a pretty long way)]

Ch 3/ 5 || 16k words total || Jason Grace/Leo Valdez || Modern AU - Wedding + Fake Dating || AO3

The Bachelor Party Chapter! I'll take that with a side of Valgrace pining and Filipino!Percy karaoke, please.

...

“Maybe that’s your problem. You’re both too worried about it meaning something. What if you just let it?”

...

“Oh god, if I tried to sing, it’d probably cause an avalanche,” Jason stated, and Percy grinned over at him.

“You're really gonna let me duet your boy alone, Grace?” Percy teased, but Jason remained unmoved at the edge of the stage, Leo smirking at him.

“This goes out to you, baby,” Leo sing-songed, and the opening electric piano notes rang out over the speakers, punctuated by a drum beat and a familiar swinging of Leo's hips.

…

“Also, seriously, what kind of shitty fake boyfriend would I be if I only cared about your birthday when other people are watching? It’s your day.”

...

Summer sun, something's begun

But uh, oh those summer nights

[edwinisms]

so damn close to finishing writing my first fic for this show but my head feels like it’s gonna explode from writing an entire 3.3K theoretical analysis paper for like five hours straight and if I look at my computer screen much longer I might just fucking die so. here we are. suffering.

[everybodyshusband]

the worst part about saying you'll post a fic is having to post the fic

[meownotgood]

stupid ass wizard.......... I totally fucking lied about this being under 20k btw

[spaghett-onaplate]

a celebratory post: i have just experienced the most fruitful writing 24 hours of my entire life. at 3:30am last night, i started a new fic, wrote maybe 3k in the hours before I slept? continued the next evening at 5pm, and since then the document has reached the grand total of... 12.5k words!! :D

[nottswitch]

i just had the most heartbreaking idea for a theo fic and i’m sitting down to write it immediately. sorry in advance 😔

[delta-piscium]

asking whoever came up with quotes in academic papers for their hand in marriage, i love filling up my word count with quotes that explain my point so i don’t have to and they make me look so well read too, we shall have a spring wedding my love

[separatist-apologist]

You absolutely cannot cut that nessian babes! Keep all the povs, we love chaos here ❤️

I was trying to get 7 chapters done in time for the reveal and now I probably need to add three more

[httpshujii]

I feel like writing a rly long fic for ran or sanzu but I need ideas so help me out guys

[tennessoui]

i’m sorry kit did you just reveal that you have an unpublished fic called daedalus that you’ve already written like 15k on already???

😏

[encrucijada]

me and the absolute confidence i could write the entirety of my tmr ripoff before give me the future (song) by bastille finishes playing