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jann-the-bean · 2 years

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Forgiveness and Trust

Fluffnightkiller Week Day 3

** This day is a follow up to last years “There’s a first time for everything” you don’t have to read it but it may make a bit more sense **

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“N-Nighty please! Don’t leave!! I promise I can change!! I’ll be better!! I w-wont cry as much! I promise not to complain!” A white eyed barista pleaded as his sockets burned, tears welling in his sockets threatening to pour out.

Before him stood a being that resembled that of a skeleton.. except they were covered in a black tarry substance. From their back sprouted several extra appendages.. tentacles.. swaying, curling, and uncurling.

“Pathetic.” Spat the corrupted being. “You expect me to stay after offering me nothing but mediocre cliche promises?”

His words sent a chill down Ccino’s spine. Nothing but venom and disgust coated each word. It caused the barista to flinch and recoil in fear.

“I’ll do anything!! Anything!! Nightmare!! You can’t- Don’t leave me behind!! I don’t care what you use me for. I can be useful!!! I can be of use to you!! I don’t care what you ask of me!!!! PLEASE!!! I NEED YOU!!”

The small skeleton snapped his eyes open, cold beads of sweat ran down his skull. His breathing was shallow and quick. It took him a second to recognize that he was in his own room. Or at least, it looked like his room. Upon scanning the area he found a dark silhouette standing at the base of his bed.

The barista immediately shot up to a sitting position and his soul hammered in his chest. The pounding echoed and vibrated in his skull.. there was someone else in his room.. but he couldn’t see who! His body trembled as he gathered the courage to confront whoever was here.

“Oh.. sorry about that coffee boy.. didn’t mean to startle ya.”

Ccino eyes widened slightly. That voice sounded familiar.. but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. As his eyes adjusted to the dark room he could make out a skeleton. Wearing white shorts, a black top, with a blue jacket with a stain. But something that caught his attention was the glowing red and white target shaped soul.

It was the same skeleton that came to his shop with…

“Ah… n-no it’s quite alright.. but uhm.. what are you doing in my room..?” The barista questioned.

“Hm? Oh well.. ya kinda passed out after crying and begging the boss not to leave.” Killer stated nonchalantly.

“Boss says you must’ve been exhausted and hadn’t been able to sleep well for at least a few days. He wanted to stay a bit to make sure ya were alright..” He paused and shifted as if something made him uneasy. “I can go get the boss for you.”

“Boss..?”

Then realization hit. “Oh.. do you mean Nighty..?”

Killers soul flickered, spazzing out at the mention of ‘Nighty’ before settling back to it’s original target shape. Ccino couldn’t help but keep his eyes locked on the soul exposed before him. It was quite beautiful.. and alluring.. and for some reason the barista found himself being drawn to it.

“No…” Ccino replied to Killers question. “Its not necessary… I don’t want to bother him..” the skeleton gripped the sheets tightly, bundling them in his fists. “Uhm…. I know it’s silly… and I don’t know you very well.. but would you mind staying here for a while? I…. I’d rather not be alone…”

Killer tilted his head to the side. It was an odd request. Why have a complete stranger stay with you?

The boss was right..

His judgment skills were questionable. But the skeleton before him looked tense, nervous, almost frightened by whatever he was dreaming of.

“……….” Well the boss did say to be good to the little guy while they were around.

Killer shrugged and nodded. “Sure why not.. s’not like I got anything better to do.”

Ccino’s eyes lit up ever so slightly and a smile timidly formed on his lips. “T-Thank you… ah… I’m sorry… I don’t think I know your name..”

“Oh, right. Names Killer, but don’t wear it out.. though maybe I can make an exception for you cutie.” The eyeless skeleton winked.

Ccino tucked his chin in his collar trying to hide the blush that threatened to color his cheeks. “K-Killer… uhm would you like to sit down?”

“Nah. I’m good here.”

“Alright….”

From there on it was unbearable silence. The white eyed skeleton felt ridiculous to have asked Killer to stay now that they were confined in a small quite room. But Ccino didn’t want to be alone… and he didn’t have the courage to see Nighty yet.. stars he was a hopeless case wasn’t he?

“So.. did ya have a bad dream?” Killers voice broke the loud silence.

“Oh… I… what makes you say that?”

“I mean s’not really my business. But you were tossing and turning.. and groaning in your sleep. Thought maybe you were having a nightmare.”

“Heh… you could say that…” A brief pause. “Uh Killer… can I ask you a question?” The barista asked as he drew his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

Killer raised a brow bone and smiled in response. “Well ya already did cutie. But sure go ahead, I’m listening.”

Ccino swallowed almost contemplating if he dare ask the question blaring inside his head. “Why…. Why did you stay?”

“………..”

Killer’s smile faded and his soul flickered- battling on which form to take.

“I already told you. The boss-“

“Y-You know that’s not what I meant..” the white eyed skeleton avoided eye contact and stared at his sheets in front of him. “Why did you stay with Nighty…?”

Once again heavy silence filled the room. The two said nothing for what felt like an eternity. Killer wasn’t sure how to respond. Well that wasn’t entirely true.. he simply didn’t want to. He wasn’t one to be well in touch with his emotions.. he never allowed himself to. It was easier to toss that aside and follow orders. Just cause negativity no matter the method. It was simple.

Except he didn’t have to do that anymore. He could.. certainly wouldn’t be any harder than it was before. However.. something regarding that didn’t feel.. right anymore. Was that the phrase he was looking for? No.. there had to be a better word, but he wasn’t sure what it was that he was feeling.

“I swore my loyalty to him.” Killer said matter of factly, though his sockets widened abit. It appeared as if he were shocked from his answer. As if he hadn’t really meant to say it outloud.

“Really..? I mean.. you swore your loyalty to ‘Nightmare’.. but he’s different now… he’s not really.. the same… is it still simply blind loyalty?”

The eyeless skeleton tensed and narrowed his sockets. There it was again.. that phrase.. he felt his non existent gut squirm in unease. It was getting extremely frustrating how others thought they knew more about his emotions then he did. Shoving their ideas onto him. What a load of crap.

“Listen, whatever the reason I’m staying with the boss is none of your concern. I’ve made my choices. I’m content as long as I’m allowed to stand next to him.”

“Do… you forgive him..? He made you do some awful things.. it couldn’t have been a simple decision.”

“I could ask ya the same thing coffee boy. Nightmare certainly wasn’t considerate of others. But ya seemed way more pissed off when he mentioned leaving again for good.”

Ccino couldn’t hide the blush that formed on his cheeks recalling the scene he’d cause the day before.

“Well that’s… it’s complex…” Ccino muttered, pouting slightly. He didn’t like others flipping the questions around on him so suddenly.

Killer chuckled, amused at the sight of the small skeleton. “See it’s not so simple is it?”

The white eyed skeleton frowned. He had always ran away from his own feelings.. and he once thought that he’d never see the being of negativity again. Which… in away he didn’t.. but Nightmare came back.. this was his second chance.

Filled with determination Ccino locked eyes with Killers sockets.

“Killer…. There’s something we need to discuss.”

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The sound of distant murmurs and hushed conversations could be heard from the countertop where Ccino stood. It was a busy day at the coffee shop today. Monsters and humans ordering foods and drinks, old friends gathering to gossip or reminisce about shared memories, to single individuals just wanting to enjoy some freshly brewed coffee. But with so many bodies, the conversations turned to a pleasant hum that filled the walls within the shop.

It was a sound that Ccino very much enjoyed as it filled the space that his other… thoughts so often preoccupied.

*Ding*

The bell jingled as the door opened with each customer entering or exiting the building. It was a sound that he had grown accustomed to.. and before he’d usually have been desensitized to it… just like any other background noise. Until that one fateful day.. when those two skeletons walked through that door. After that day he constantly perked up to see if it could be them walking inside.

His cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. He was so embarrassed. He was acting like a lovesick teenager waiting for their crush.. or crushes to stop by.

*Ding*

Just another regular..

Ccino decided to go on a small break before he ended up embarrassing himself. Once in the break room he lightly sipped a caffeinated beverage.

“Nighty……” He sighed quietly. He could remember it like it was just yesterday when Nightmare.. who was all wrapped in bandages walked in that door accompanied by.. “Killer…..”

His cheeks flushed and burned as he remembered them both. They were just so… beautiful. So elegant and strong.. and determined. They were so captivating...

He let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head. It was kinda funny now that he looked back at himself and how he reacted. Smacking Nightmare… latching onto him and sobbing until he passed out from the sheer exhaustion… bet that was a great reunion and first impression..

And then there was the conversation he had with Killer in his room. He groaned. It was impressive how easily he could make a fool of himself.

“Excuse me? Are you still open?” A customer called out from upfront.

“Oh yes! I’ll be just a minute!”

He stood from the table and straightened out his clothing before heading back. A small little rush of people entered his store all awaiting their daily doses of caffeine.

As the small barista prepared their orders he couldn’t help but recal the past events. After the conversation with Killer, he’d managed to get the courage to face his Nightmare.

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- Upon hearing someone enter the living space Nightmare straightened up and ceased to entertain his feline companions. Ccino felt a smile form on his lips. Nightmare resembled a kid attempting to conceal the fact they were playing with something they probably weren’t meant to. How he hoped he’d be able to see this and many more sides of Nightmare in the future.

- “Nighty….. Nightmare we need to talk.”

- “Talk?” The violet skeleton questioned. “I don’t believe there’s anything we need to-“

- “Please.” Ccino sternly interjected. “I need you to at least listen to what I have to say.”

- Nightmare furrowed his brow bones, and glanced at Killer who was following close behind Ccino. He pondered what exactly happened in Ccino’s room.

- “Fine… proceed.”

-“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.. I.. I care about you.. yknow? And I’m sure you have those who you care about.” A brief pause, the barista bunched the end of his shirt into his hands.-

-“I feel as if you want to.. have a brand new start.” The barista continued. “If that’s the case then… then I also want to start anew. I…”

-Ccino took in a deep breath working the courage to finish. “What I’m trying to say is. That I forgive you… and that I trust you.. the both of you. And I’d l-like to.. start from a clean slate. I want… I want to be apart of your new beginning.”-

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*Ding*

The bell chimed letting the barista know that people were either exiting or entering the shop. As he turned his attention to the door he saw two familiar beings walk inside.

Ccino smiled, and a faint warm blush began to form on his cheeks. By now Nightmare and Killer were frequent visitors to his coffee shop. Yet, Ccino could never get used to how beautiful and charming they were.

Killer smiled and winked at the barista, as he leaned against the countertop. “Well.. what’s a cutie like you doing in a place like this?”

The white eyed skeleton couldn’t help but giggle in response. “Oh Killer.. you’re too much.”

Nightmare sighed and shook his head in disapproval. “I‘ll say… you’re fortunate enough to not be subjected to his endless flirtatious comments.”

“Awe boss, you’re hurting my feelings.”

“And I’ll hurt more than that if you keep it up. So quit it.”

“Heh, sorry but no can do boss man. Today we have a date with our precious coffee bean over here, so at least one of us needs to do some flirting.”

“Killer… I absolutely detest you right now.” Nightmare grumbled but it was evident he was trying to suppress a smile. “But Killer is right. Ccino, are you ready for our date?”

“Ah yes!! I’m ready!” Ccino grabbed untied his apron before running around the counter to his partners. “Let’s go!”

Ok so, I had been working on this specific oneshot for sooooooo long!! And I had started it completely different and was going to have a different ending. But then one day I was suddenly hit with inspiration and I completely rewrote it! Which I’m glad I did because I liked how this turned out!

Can you believe I had been kinda planning this ever since last years FNK week??

Fluffynightkiller week hosted by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Original Ccino by @black-nyanko

Original Nightmare by @jokublog

Original Killer by @rahofy-sketch/ @rahafwabas

This is set post dark cream by @zu-is-here

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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?

#this got. so long. sowwy #but I thought about this ummmm Sunday night #but I was DRAINED from writing 7k words of scorned past midnight and then having to edit it skdjfkf #so I was like. okay. put this idea in the drafts. NOW ms dory memory #anddddd I love this so very much #would’ve loved to turn this into a full fic #but it’s so exhausting trying to write long fics recently bc of this multichap #I’m just not used to it and I can’t do two things at the same time #and I already have like 9 fics on my list to write!!!! lol #but there is something so alluring about film major bkg 2 me #I think hes awkward and comes off as mean but he really is just that serious about his work #but he’s #also a creep for you LOL #definitely think he agrees to become ur muse for art as like a trade off #and you get that boy into SO many humiliating positions 😵‍💫#I need. to lie down. anyway.#I wrote this at 1am and was scared to post it then cause I didn’t think anyone would see it #so here it is in the morning :)#bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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