#SIT: masterlist

[dark-mnjiro]

speaking in tongues ::: masterlist

you’re stealing all the breath out of my lungs

got me in the dark speaking in tongues

How is it that you go around defining good and evil? In response to the growing population in Hell, Adam is sent to the embassy. He is tasked with studying sinners in order for Heaven to decide the best course of action to deal with the influx of sinners. Upon meeting an exotic dancer, Cashmere, he decides to make her his primary focus. Cashmere begrudgingly agrees but not without arming herself with enough feminine rage to counter the king of misogyny.

Content Warnings: adam x afab!oc, dark content, enemies to lovers, not 100% canon compliant (i’m removing the Hell restrictions from sinners/souls because I just don’t like it), explicit sexual content, explicit language, religious themes (also in comedic fashion), realistic portrayal of borderline personality disorder/characteristics, realistic portrayal of narcissistic personality disorder/characteristics, toxic/unhealthy relationships, exotic dancing, heavily selfship coded (and I do warn my selfship with adam is not healthy in the SLIGHTEST), sex trafficking, prostitution, explicit violence, mentions murder/violence/abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, and other themes that will be tagged directly on each chapter

table of contents*

prologue

part one

part two

part three - coming soon

part four

part five

epilogue

*total amount of parts may vary/change depending how storyline comes together

extras

playlist

tbd

tell me when did this stop being fun

we’re undone and uncomfortably numb

[fluffylino]

thigh riding with minho

his thighs never looked as good as they did right now...

-contains mature themes

you're comfortable. so incredibly comfortable sitting on his lap.

your back pressed up against his chest. head practically melted on his shoulder. his chin nuzzling into the curve of your nape. legs lazily dangle on top of his while he's focused.

resting his hands on your lap and texting away on their groupchat. its a serious discussion, regarding the recording of the new title song.

"one min, baby" he says in your ear, moving his legs and you try to sit up in time.

however he successfully seats you on one of his thighs. not really affected with your weight. he reaches forward to read a few papers, cross checking some things and going back to texting.

quietly you look down. taking in the way his muscular thigh is slotted between your legs. your hands flying down to hold his thigh when he unconciously flexes.

it makes your stomach erupt with a newfound desire.

"min..." you whisper sweetly.

you're happy your back is turned towards him. because if he noticed the way your lips parted ever so slightly and your pupils dilated everytime you adjusted yourself on his thigh, he'd tease you.

"hm?"

he hums, but he's distracted.

the sound of him typing away echoing in your ears. you bite your bottom lip to cover up the breathy gasp. hips subtly moving.

you can't believe how different it feels. although his shorts are in the way and so are your panties, its a new sensation. you had to work to chase your pleasure.

"min...m-minho"

your voice goes softer, wanting his attention now. you wanted him to know how affected you were getting.

fingers clawing just above his knee as you used it as leverage to grind down lightly.

dropping your head down. shivering as you feel his hands on either side of your waist. squeezing you gently.

"turn around baby"

he lets out, spreading his legs further apart. making sure to hold you so you don't fall.

you shake your head shyly. feeling way too embarassed to face him.

"need to see my baby's face" minho urges ever so sweetly. managing to get you to face him. a small smile dancing on his lips when you shakily fist at his t shirt.

whimpering as he jerks his thigh, sending a spark of pleasure right into your aching core.

"wanna ride my thigh like a good girl?"

he cooes, bringing his hand up to tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

"m'gonna push these to the side" his fingers slide under your shirt. pushing your panties to one side. thankfully you weren't wearing shorts.

you hadn't realised he had pulled the material of his shorts higher. exposing his entire thigh. thick and muscular in all its glory.

"min!"

your eyes fly open. arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach when he pulls you to sit flush on his bare thigh.

warm and hard against your weeping cunt.

"ride it, sweetheart" helping you roll your hips in slow languid motions. exhaling with a soft grunt at the slick that coats his skin.

its a delicious slide that has you holding onto his shoulders.

"f-fuck" he curses under his breath and you realise you had accidently pressed your knee against his covered crotch. hard-on evident.

he flexes his muscle and moves his thigh. grinding you down hard till your clit throbs. slick seeping out of you. swollen and warm on him.

you rut on him with more eagerness. and he intentionally slows you down. gripping your hips and forcing you to slide on his upper thigh.

gradually building up your orgasm. till you squirm.

trying to lift yourself off, only to be pulled back down. pussy crying for release. and so were you.

"a little more, baby. i'll help you"

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his thighs are LICKABLE

[kyouka-supremacy]

BSD Interviews Masterlist

A new masterlist by yours truly. There's so many interviews out there that I wouldn't dare to aspire to include them all; but since I've been stumbling across a lot of Asagiri interviews after they attended Anime Expo this year, I wanted to at least have one place where I can keep track of the ones I see. If you know any interview I failed to include, please let me know!!

The dates reported here refer to the date the interview was published, and not when it was taken; even then, please take them with a grain of salt. Some rows feature multiple links to dislocated translations of the same interview, so be sure to hover over all the text so you don't miss any piece. Finally, sorry if the list results a little bulky at times, I couldn't seem to come up with a better way to format it.

Manga interviews

Asagiri, Harukawa (April 2013) /// original

Asagiri, Harukawa (January 2017)

Asagiri, Harukawa (October 2019)

Asagiri (July 2023)

Asagiri (August 2023)

Asagiri (October 2023)

Asagiri (March 2024) /// original

Asagiri (November 2024) /// original

Anime interviews

Kensho Ono (Akutagawa's va) on season 1 (June 2016)

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va) on season 1 (June 2016)

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va) on season 1 (June 2016)

Yasuomi Umetsu (season 1 ending director) on the season 1 ending (June 2016) /// alternative translation

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va) on season 1 (July 2016) /// alternative translation

Suwabe Junichi (Oda's va), Miyano Mamoru (Dazai's va), Fukuyama Jun (Ango's va), Miki Shinnichiro (Gide's va) on season 2 (~2016)

Takuya Igarashi (director); Mamoru Miyano (Dazai's va); Jun Fukuyama (Ango's va); Yuto Uemura (Atsushi's va); on season 2 (~2016)

Takuya Igarashi (director), Yoji Enokido (screenwriter) on season 2 (January 2017)

Bones producer on Dead Apple (January 2018)

Asagiri, Takuya Igarashi (director), Yoji Enokido (screenwriter) on Dead Apple (December 2018)

Yuto Uemura (Atsushi's va), Miyano Mamoru (Dazai's va), on season 3 (September 2019?)

Asagiri, Hiroshi Kamiya (Ranpo's va), Yuto Uemura (Atsushi's va), Yoji Enokido (screenwriter), Nobuhiro Arai (character designer), Mari Suzuki (character designer), Nobuhito Takemoto (character designer) on season 4 (February 2023)

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va); Asagiri, Yoji Enokido (screenwriter), Chiaki Kurakane (Kadokawa producer); Asagiri; Kensho Ono (Akutagawa's va); Asagiri; on season 5 (August 2023)

Kensho Ono (Akutagawa's va) on season 1 (June 2016)

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va) on season 1 (June 2016)

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va) on season 1 (June 2016)

Yasuomi Umetsu (season 1 ending director) on the season 1 ending (June 2016) /// alternative translation

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va) on season 1 (July 2016) /// alternative translation

Suwabe Junichi (Oda's va), Miyano Mamoru (Dazai's va), Fukuyama Jun (Ango's va), Miki Shinnichiro (Gide's va) on season 2 (~2016)

Takuya Igarashi (director); Mamoru Miyano (Dazai's va); Jun Fukuyama (Ango's va); Yuto Uemura (Atsushi's va); on season 2 (~2016)

Takuya Igarashi (director), Yoji Enokido (screenwriter) on season 2 (January 2017)

Bones producer on Dead Apple (January 2018)

Asagiri, Takuya Igarashi (director), Yoji Enokido (screenwriter) on Dead Apple (December 2018)

Asagiri, Hiroshi Kamiya (Ranpo's va), Yuto Uemura (Atsushi's va), Yoji Enokido (screenwriter), Nobuhiro Arai (character designer), Mari Suzuki (character designer), Nobuhito Takemoto (character designer) on season 4 (February 2023)

Asagiri, Masahiko Minami (Studio Bones President), Chiaki Kurakane (Kadokawa producer) on season 5 during Anime Expo 2023: coverage 1; coverage 2; coverage 3; coverage 4; coverage 5 (July 2023)

Kishou Taniyama (Chuuya's va); Asagiri; Yoji Enokido (screenwriter), Chiaki Kurakane (Kadokawa producer); Asagiri; Kensho Ono (Akutagawa's va); Asagiri; on season 5 (August 2023) /// original

Asagiri, Hirotsugu Kato (manga editor), Chiaki Kurakane (anime producer) on Ranpo (January 2024) (Japanese only)

Yuto Uemura (Atsushi's va), Kensho Ono (Akutagawa's va) on season 5 (February 2024) /// original

Stage plays interviews

Masashi Taniguchi (Oda's actor), Hideya Tawada (Dazai's actor); Hirofumi Araki (Ango's actor), Hideya Tawada (Dazai's actor); Hideya Tawada (Dazai's actor); on the Dark Era stage play (2018 ?)

Masashi Taniguchi (Oda's actor), Shohei Hashimoto (Akutagawa's actor), Yūki Torigoe (Atsushi's actor), Rui Tabuchi (Dazai's actor) on the Beast movie (January 2022 )

Masashi Taniguchi (Oda's actor), Rui Tabuchi (Dazai's actor) on the Beast movie (January 2022 ?)

Masashi Taniguchi (Oda's actor), Rui Tabuchi (Dazai's actor) on the Beast movie (February 2022)

More interviews in Japanese can be found on my bsd magazines archive

[arcane-vagabond]

Singing in the Sanctuary Masterlist

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is a simple man. Well, as simple as one can be while living a life of crime. The notorious outlaw of the western territories has never been interested in settling down and having a family, but will that all change when he meets a shy, new teacher who just moved into town?

Series CW: Swearing, violence, Swearing, violence, period related violence and swearing, slow burn, fluff, (eventual) smut, suggestive language, references to prostitution, firearms, etc. Chapter specific warnings will be included.

All posts related to this series will be tagged with "SITS" and "Singing in the Sanctuary"

Meet our heroine!

*Denotes Smut

Masterlist

Series;

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (Coming Soon)

Drabbles;

Bradley offers to teach the piano

Birdie and Bradley spend Christmas together

[drugsforaddicts]

[strawberryspence]

snow on the beach by taylor swift but i take it literally.

steve takes eddie to a beach for christmas because eddie has never seen the ocean, never has seen a large body of water and eddie wants to see it. he’s been ticking off a list he wrote down the moment he woke up from his medically induced coma from being eaten by rabid, demon bats.

eddie munson almost died, and he hasn’t ever done anything good or remarkable in his life. he’s never seen the ocean, never been in a big rollercoaster, he hasn’t graduated, he hasn’t done anything to repay wayne for the life he has given him.

there’s probably 40 things on the list. here’s a few:

1. graduate high school, fucking please ✔️ (eddie did graduate. with the help of buckley, wheeler, and the whole fucking party. steve served cookies and drinks.)

2. thank uncle wayne. give him a hug for fuck godness sake. ✔️ (eddie did, from the moment he woke up from the coma, he cried and thanked him for everything he has ever done. wayne is his dad, through and through.)

3. thank dustin and give him the campaign of his life. ✔️ (eddie also did that, not only for dustin but for the rest of the party.)

4. go to one of lucas’ basketball games. you owe him one. ✔️ (eddie did, he went to every last game with steve even though people looked and stared but who the fuck cares? sinclair has the talent for shooting balls into baskets, and the smile he gave eddie the first time he came is worth every glare.)

5. thank the bald headed, super powered girl who came for you in the dark space. ✔️ (eddie met el. he thanked her for his life, but she just thanked him for helping her friends. eddie would like to think they’re friends now.)

6. thank everyone who believed in you when you were in the run. ✔️ (he did. he thanked wheeler, buckley, harrington, the kids. and they just smiled at him. told him, it’s okay. that he’s one of them. eddie would never confess but he had some tears on his eyes. BUT ONLY because of the dust.

7. ride a big rollercoaster. ✔️ (eddie did that too. steve made a big day out of it and then drove the whole party to the nearest amusement park.)

8. have your first kiss. ✔️ (yes, he did that too. it’s from robin fucking buckley. because they’re both gay, and both haven’t had their first kisses and they were drunk and high out of their mind. never again.)

9. go see a beach.

10. cook something that won’t kill a living human being. ✔️ (eddie did, he cooked pasta with steve’s help. it was pretty good and the party loved it.)

11. learn how to skateboard. (they’re almost there, max is still teaching him how to.)

12. dye your hair. or some shit. do something to your hair.

13. take a fucking hike. go see the fucking mountains or something jesus christ. ✔️ (he did. it was horrible. he’s just happy he can tick it off now.)

14. fall in love.

15. knit something. maybe some gloves.

16. get out of hawkins. get out of this shit hole.

17. go visit chrissy cunningham’s grave. apologize. i don't fucking know. talk to her. just go.

18. get a pet dog. ✔️ (he adopted the trailer dog. wayne wasn’t happy when hetfield peed inside their brand new, given by the government, house)

there’s about 20 more items in the list. some done, some still on going, some not gonna get done until a few years later.

steve finds the list november of ‘86. he knows there’s a list, the kids annoy eddie into letting them join and help him do some of it. he wants eddie to tick off number 14, only if it’s with steve. but that’s him being delusional. he wants to grant one thing for eddie for christmas.

so for christmas he drives eddie to the nearest beach, it’s not as big as any california beach, but it’s a beach, with some kind of body of water. it starts snowing halfway through the trip and when they finally arrive to the beach its full on snowing.

still eddie is happy. steve watches as he plays with the snow and sand, running and jumping around like a little kid. they could’ve swam but its too cold, steve promises that they’ll come back in the summer with kids. steve takes out some sandwiches and some hot chocolate he made. it’s warm enough that they can watch the snow and the water on the back of eddie’s van, doors open.

there’s a shimmer of glow in eddie’s eyes when steve finally tells him, “merry christmas, eddie. i hope this ticks one more thing on your list.”

eddie takes out the list out of his pocket, already crumpled and lines permanent from being folded, “would it be okay if i tick two things off?” steve feels like he’s being lit from within, as he nods.

“i guess.” steve answers. eddie smoothes down the paper on his knees, takes out the pen he always brings with him.

steve watches as he crosses out 9. go see a beach.

eddie looks up at him, and it’s almost too beautiful, almost like something steve has only seen in a movie. there’s snow behind him, coming down without sound. eddie’s wearing a black sweater, his cheeks red and his eyes twinkling like stars.

“would it be okay if i tick off number 14?” eddie barely whispers, like he’s afraid he’ll jinx it.

“are— are you sure?” steve whispers back, like anything louder would wake him up from this weird, but fucking beautiful dream.

eddie smiles at him, bright, wonderful, alive and moves closer to finally kiss him.

steve knows the feeling of being stopped by time, he knows it well from grandfather clocks ticking away. he thought that was it. but steve didn't know it could be so wonderful, as eddie kisses him and as time stops around them. if somebody ever asks, steve will tell you that kissing eddie would be the closest feeling to what he thinks flying would feel like.

eddie checks of number 14. fall in love.

he should’ve checked it off the moment he woke up from coma, asked for a piece of paper and pen and steve harrington got him a whole notebook and a box of colored pens.

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[kisskissbanggang]

Provocation pt. 2

[3.9k words/15min Read, Lee Know x Female Reader - Non-Idol!au - NSFW/Smut w/Plot - Pegging, Situationships, Light D/S, Minor Bondage, Unexpected Identity Panic, Hyung Kink, Suit Kink, Feelings are Hard]

[Part 1 | Come Say Hi!]

Minho called you hyung.

Minho called you hyung, and he was now currently locked in his bathroom in a mortified ball of nerves. You were both still only partially dressed as you tried to reason with him.

“Minho,” you half-sympathetically, half-sternly called through the door, “you need to let me in so we can talk about what just happened.”

“I promise you, we can talk about this later,” Minho barked back.

You sighed, stooping down to sit on the floor in front of the bathroom. Another sigh could be heard as Minho presumably joined you on the floor from where he sat inside.

“You can tell me if there’s someone else,” you gently offered.

Minho could be heard uncomfortably shifting behind the door. “There really isn’t.”

You paused for a beat, trying to decide what would be best, but instead coming up with two equally fine options that you couldn’t quite choose between at the moment. “Do you want me to leave?”

“... Yes, please. But not because you did anything.”

“I didn’t think I had,” you assured him, “but I’d appreciate it if we talk about this.”

“I’m already working on it.”

“Just… Call me, okay? Or text me…? Bye, Min.”

“Of course. Thanks. Bye.”

And, yeah, you didn’t think you’d done anything, but that didn’t stop you from freaking out once you quickly got dressed, grabbed your things, and rushed down to the parking garage to your car. You and Minho were not serious by any means. Minho was not expected to be committed to you whatsoever. And even though you thought you had a grip on this, finally had a grip on Minho and where the two of you stood, you still caught yourself so lost in thought that you ran a stoplight and nearly rear-ended the car in front of you. 

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A husky, beleaguered sigh exposed how annoyed you were with yourself and all of this, and you pulled up to the one cafe on the street that appeared to be open. There was a rare parking spot and you took this as a sign. The cafe was familiar now. You’d been here once before you and Minho fooled around at the museum. Actually, you and Minho ran into each other here, accidentally ordering the same drink. The memory of getting so flustered over him gave you butterflies. 

Lovely Cup was appropriately cute, with a counter up front, some booths and tables, and another counter near the back. This counter was where you settled upon, collapsing onto a barstool. Your head fell into your hands after you took the empty mug from its spot in front of you and flipped it over. Thankfully, you watched as your mug was filled – except a compact mirror was also slid across the bar top to you. You picked up your head and sheepishly pointed at the small mirror, looking for your mystery benefactor. The waitress on the other side of the bar smiled sympathetically.

“Is this for me?” you asked. 

“You look like you’re having a rough night,” the waitress explained, “and I didn’t want to be the stranger to just fix your hair like some psycho.”

Embarrassed yet grateful, you flipped open the mirror and took a look. Sure enough, in your hurry to flee from Minho’s apartment, you hadn’t tended to your ruffled hair or smudged makeup. You quickly patted down and roughly brushed your fingers through your hair before grabbing a napkin to smear off what excess makeup you could. Once you were as content as you figured you would be, you closed the mirror and held it back out for the waitress to retrieve.

“I like your bracelet,” you meekly complimented when she reached for the compact.

“Thanks!” the waitress beamed, chipper, giving you a better look at the simple band holding an American penny as a charm. “What brings you in, then? Trouble in paradise?”

She jolted when your gaze shot back up at her. You must have been giving her a look. 

“Sorry,” she quickly apologized, “I know it’s rude to pry.”

“No no,” you reassured her, “I’m just… wondering if it was even paradise to begin with.”

“Have you been together long?”

You thought about this while you sipped on your coffee. “Like, together? Not really. We’ve been seeing each other for a bit, but I don’t necessarily think we’re together.”

“I don’t get it,” the waitress replied flatly. “So what do you do with him? Do you see each other, like… outside of the bedroom?”

“We, uh,” you stalled, trying to think about it. “We go to yoga together sometimes. We get drinks, we go dancing, we’ve been to Ikea a few times, nothing I haven’t done with casual dates before–” “Wait,” the waitress interrupted, flabbergasted. “I’m sorry, you’ve been to Ikea? Multiple times? With casual dates before?”

“Well, no, that one’s been exclusive to this one, but–”

“But did you just pick up some new dish towels, or a whole new dresser?”

“I helped him pick out a new bed frame,” you abashedly clarified while you recalled the one morning you both finally got a bit too rowdy for his wooden four-poster.

“And you were both civil about it?” the waitress carefully asked. “You pointed at one and said ‘that one’ and he just went with it? Or maybe he said ‘no, this one’ and that was that?”

“No,” you heatedly ranted as you recounted how it happened, “because Minho is exactly the kind of idiot that likes to coordinate materials in each room and the whole kitchen is already accented in iron and the whole bedroom is accented in oak, and I told him twenty times that an iron bed frame would look amazing with the color palate and–”

You paused now, catching the waitress expectantly leaning back against the counter, arms folded with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh my god,” you miserably grumbled once you dropped your head back into your hands, “I do actually really like him. I think we actually might be a thing.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as platonic Ikea dates,” she mused, “not ones where you’re asked to help pick something and then fight over it.” The waitress stepped forward, tentatively helping lift your head out of your hands and topping off your coffee. “Did you just now realize you might be a thing? Or, for that matter, that you might be serious about him?”

You chewed on your lip, thinking back to that first morning after, the one on Minho’s balcony you shared following your tryst at the museum. “No,” you decided, “but it’s the first time I’m really acknowledging it.”

“Because something happened tonight that made you doubt it?”

The waitress paused when you curiously wondered how she knew that.

“I'm guessing,” she awkwardly explained with a gesture towards you, from messy hair to blotchy face, “based on… You know.”

You sighed. “I think he wants something more than I can provide him and he doesn’t know how to tell me that.”

“Is he stubborn? The proud, bottle-it-up type?” She paused, waiting for your exhausted nod. “Then how do you usually get him to open up about it?”

“Honestly? I usually confront him about it so forwardly that he has to step up to the plate or walk away until he can.”

“Couldn’t have suggested a better plan myself,” the waitress contentedly nodded her head.

“You seem to know the type,” you grinned.

“My boyfriend apparently works in an office that breeds guys just like yours, that or they employ them exclusively.”

You sat up a little expectantly, your interest instantly piqued. “And you snapped him out of it?”

“God, no,” she wheezed, “I’m not a magician, and I’m definitely no saint myself. We’re learning we have to – god forbid – talk about things, so I think your confrontation method could help start that up.”

“As long as you’re sure,” you smirked.

“As long as you report back,” the waitress smiled. 

You dug into your purse and grabbed a couple bills to set on the bar before she slid them back. “My treat,” she insisted. “Pay when you have a better night.”

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A confrontation seemed easy enough. You reviewed everything that had happened in the bedroom before Minho’s little slip. In the quest to cross things off both your lists in what you “brought out” in each other, you had finally found out how Minho enjoyed both giving and receiving. You were just warming Minho up when it happened, and your cleaned rubber member and harness had been sitting in your bag even while you bemoaned your woes to that waitress in the cafe by Minho’s apartment. 

And, now that you and Minho were hanging out again, even though you still had not talked about that night, you had a chance to try and start something.

Minho was getting ready at his dresser for another night out, checking his shave in the mirror while he spritzed some cologne onto his wrists to rub together and dot onto his neck. He jumped, but instantly melted into you when you came up from behind and nuzzled him behind his ear. 

“You smell good,” you softly murmured into his skin, “I love this cologne on you.”

This was going great. Minho even responded positively to you getting a hand on his hip and pressing up against him. You subtly grinded into him for a moment, savoring the way Minho was beginning to relax and roll his hips back against you, when you tried to take it a step further.

“You know,” you teased, letting the lilt in your voice make Minho shiver, “I brought something you may be interested in trying again–”

Minho disappeared from under your grasp so fast you were reeling.

“Hah, I knew it!” he triumphantly accused. “I knew you’d try to spook it out of me!”

“Minho,” you scolded, “we still haven’t–”

“I’m still not ready!” Minho excitedly countered. “You’ll either have to wait or try harder than that. Now come on, our reservations are in thirty minutes.” 

With that, Minho gleefully kissed you on the cheek and went to grab his keys while you stewed.

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Try harder. 

You were currently going mad doing just that, laying in your bed and staring at your ceiling. What else happened that day that Minho slipped up? You had texted each other in the morning and you told him you’d pick him up for drinks after work. You had gone to Minho’s office, a ridiculously nice building with five receptionists just at his company’s front desk alone. Minho had been running a little late from his meeting and you saw him down the hall when he emerged, yukking it up with the guys on his team as they spilled out of the conference room.

They were still talking shop, laughing obnoxiously and swapping crude jokes when you self-consciously noticed maybe four sets of eyes had landed on you. One was Jisung, of course, who simply gave you a cheery wave while he bantered with the others. He was already fairly aware of what was going on between you and his brother, and even though it still wasn’t a conversation you’d really had yet, nothing seemed to be ruining their relationship. Not to mention that as the younger of the two, Jisung absolutely was not Minho’s hyung, regardless of whether or not they were fully brothers which they assuredly weren’t. 

The other set of eyes on you for a moment belonged to Seungmin, which made you both bashfully jump for a second. Seungmin did eventually explain himself and apologize profusely, just like he promised Minho after your run-in at the museum, but it wasn’t exactly like the two of you were friends all of a sudden. The last two sets of eyes on you were, of course, Minho, almost looking relieved to see you – and someone you’d never seen before. 

The young executive appeared to be in charge as, no matter how many times anyone glanced at you at the end of the hall, they were all listening intently to every word he said. This stranger was undeniably handsome, someone perhaps Minho’s age or a little older, unmistakably defined under his ludicrously nice suit, and very well taken care of, whether that was by himself or someone else. 

And Minho, particularly, had been paying careful attention to him, up until the moment this mystery man clapped a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder and led him down the hallway away from their group. 

With the exec gone, Minho had finally jogged over to you, almost in a rush to get going now. “Thank god,” he’d enthused with a devilish gleam in his eye, “that was torture. Meetings like that always get me so fired up, I could tear you apart right now.” He may have even looked a little flushed, now that you came to think about it.

So maybe it was the meeting? Made sense. Work probably got him all mixed up. 

You probed Minho about his job a little more diligently from that point on, waiting for just the right day when you finally got what you were looking for.

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>>Ugh, today is torture. I’m not looking forward to my meeting this afternoon, but I’ll survive.

<<How about I pick you up and we can do something after? I’m sure you could blow off some steam.

Easy as that, you were back in the lobby of Minho’s office waiting for his meeting to get out, and it was the same dance all over again. A friendly wave from Jisung, a tepid glance and nod from Seungmin as he hurriedly excused himself to go badger some young intern, and a cryptic gaze you caught from the nameless executive before Minho jogged up to you, except he paused a few steps away this time. He really did seem frazzled again, maybe a little flushed again, and he was very aware of your outfit.

You’d gone with a suit, for the first time since you met him. It wasn’t particularly masculine by any means, you still had on a nice pair of heels and a cute cropped top under your suit jacket draped over your shoulders, but you’d gone with a suit nonetheless. The idea was to get under his skin in just the way he knew you liked to, maybe bring the meeting into the bedroom.

And it definitely felt like you struck the intended nerve when Minho accidentally slammed you into your dresser back at your apartment, having skipped drinks or a date whatsoever and going straight to afterwards. 

“Sorry, sorry– ow!” Minho grunted against your lips when you returned the favor, turning you both so you could back him up against the dresser.

“What’s got you all worked up, Min?” you sweetly asked, maintaining an alluring edge while you slipped off his tie and jacket.

“Just work stuff– fuck!” Minho gasped when you whipped his belt out from its loops. You dropped the belt on the bed behind you before you got his tie back between your fingers. He sucked in a sharp breath as you draped the neck tie over his eyes and knotted it in the back. Next, his belt was wrapped meticulously around his wrists. Minho jumped.

“This alright?” you carefully asked. Minho nodded adamantly, letting out a content sigh with a shiver of pleasure when he felt your fingers trace down his shirt, unbuttoning your way down his toned chest before you brazenly smoothed your palm over the rigid length in his slacks. “You know what I want to do to you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” Minho taunted, cracking a grin at you, still flustering you even while he was blindfolded. You gently squeezed his hard-on again, making him involuntarily flex inward with a groan.

“So you do want to try again?”

“Please,” Minho nodded, quietly cursing as you ran a hand over his shoulders before you pushed him face first into your bed.

“Then be good and sit still. I’m right here.”

Minho shivered again when you stroked a hand down his back. With the relaxed and flared fit of your suit pants, you’d managed to wear a low-profile harness unannounced, making this a fairly easy transition as you picked out a non-threatening model from your modest collection of toys and a bottle of lube before you sat on the bed and dragged Minho closer by his bound wrists. He was so serenely compliant as you stroked his hair with one hand and fed your dildo between his lips with the other. Minho let out a groan, something you couldn’t stand to ignore until you reached over to push his slacks and briefs down. Now Minho was obediently bent over your bed before you knelt up to admire him, savoring the fake phallus in his mouth before you reached back with your other hand and began to soothe and caress your fingertips down to his ass.

“Baby,” Minho whined, “more–”

“No,” you gently tutted at him, “not baby. Tell hyung what you want.”

“Oh come on–!” Minho sputtered, backing up in your hold a second before he let out a sharp moan when you rubbed into his entrance. You momentarily relinquished the rubber cock while you coated your fingertips in lube before you returned to teasing him.

“Come on, Min,” you prodded, “you can do this. I know you love the way I get under your skin.” You knew you were being ruthless, punctuating your taunt with a thrust of your fingers. Minho shuddered and bent over more into the bed. “Tell your hyung what you want.” you encouraged him again.

“I–” Minho gasped as he rocked back against your fingers. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, hyung.”

“There we go,” you praised, “such a good boy for hyung.”

You slid the forefinger of your other hand under Minho’s chin, tilting his head around towards you so you could give him a deep kiss, the caress of your tongue on his making him whine even more against your fingers. This was, in fact, a million times easier – and maybe even better – than your previous attempt started out. Once you were satisfied with his stretch, you slid your cock of choice into your harness while you strode around behind Minho. You gently, sweetly swept his work shirt down his biceps but kept it on him, looking almost pretty slung off his shoulders like this as you took your time rocking your length into him.

“Oh fuck,” Minho whimpered, “it’s so good, hyung, it’s so fucking good.”

The sheer deviousness you felt from getting such a reaction out of Minho made you feel invincible, made you feel unstoppable and irresistible in a way you’d never experienced before in having your partner be so pliant and submissive. You gripped onto Minho’s hips as you fucked him. He was really putty in your hands, letting you work him over however you wanted. If you lightly slapped the soft skin of his firm ass or teased his nipples, he whined. If you hooked a finger or two into his lip, he hungrily lapped at the digits. It was so good, that just the small friction from thrusting against Minho was adding to the intense arousal coursing through you. When you reached down to play with his cock, you found his hot length was coated in precum.

“So wet for hyung, aren’t you,” you teased, “are you close?”

“Yes, hyung, fuck,” Minho cursed, “if you keep this up I’ll cum.”

“Good, baby,” you praised, “tell me how you want to do it.”

“Ah fuck, I don’t know,” Minho shook his head with a broken laugh, “just keep fucking me.”

“What if,” you grinned, pumping as deep as you could and getting a good cry out of him, “what if you fuck me?”

“What?”

Minho went rigid against you at your suggestion.

“Fuck your hyung, baby,” you cooed with a grin as you slipped his blindfold off, “fuck me and show me what you can do.”

Your exploratory remark worked amazingly as you tried to get a feeling for what exactly Minho wanted out of this. Maybe too amazingly as you slipped Minho’s improvised restraints and blindfold off before he immediately grappled you down onto the bed. Right away, he quickly stripped you of your suit pants. Your legs were roughly kicked apart and pinned up when Minho pulled the crotch of your harness aside to tease his length into you.

“Oh– fuck– Minho, show me what you want, give it to me,” you desperately goaded. It was almost cute, the way Minho grabbed your fake erection and stroked it while he sank into you. 

“You feel so good like this, hyung–” he choked out. 

“Close your eyes baby, really feel what you're giving me,” you instructed. Minho did as he was told, letting his eyes fall shut and soon enough, his hips fell into a smooth rhythm even while he had you practically bent in half. 

“Gonna wreck you, hyung, really show you what you’ve been missing,” Minho groaned under his breath as he fucked you harder. You bit into your lip, letting Minho fully fall into this fantasy the best that you could help him to do. It almost felt sinful, how much pleasure you got out of Minho living out whatever it was going through his mind. By now, Minho’s breaths were growing more ragged and you held down a moan, feeling your own orgasm coming soon, too. Minho’s hips rocked hard against you as he had you almost folded in half with your knees in your chest while he continued stroking your rubber cock, giving you just enough friction to finally ride off this high into a blissful orgasm. Your head pressed back into your sheets as you gasped and sighed around Minho’s length. He wasn't far behind, it seemed, and now you wrapped your legs tight around him. 

“Oh, fuck, hyung,” Minho hungrily moaned, groaning deep as you grabbed onto his arm for support, “I’m going to cum inside you so goddamn hard. Fuck, hyung – oh fuck, Chan, I'm gonna–”

Chan?

Minho's fingers clawed into your hips as he shuddered inside you, but your eyes had snapped wide open while his own stayed dazedly shut. 

Who?!

He shakily gathered his breath before he carefully withdrew from you, and ultimately collapsed on the bed beside you. 

“So…” 

“Hmm?” Minho asked, half lucid, face still in the sheets.

You were internally screaming.

But that was too fucking bad.

You steeled yourself with a composing breath.

“I was just wondering… just now… You said Chan.”

Minho’s eyes flew open now. He hadn’t even realized what he’d said. The bed rocked, the mattress squeaking with how fast Minho scrambled to sit up. Now he was internally screaming.

You both could only stare at each other for a minute. 

And all you could think to do was supportively hold his hand. 

Minho was mortified, staring at his hand in yours until he coughed out a miserable laugh. “I… Heh, I guess… You really do bring it out of me.”

“You don’t have to,” you carefully encouraged, “but can you tell me who that is?”

Minho had already assured you there was no one else, and you trusted him. There was no way it was actually so bad. It all had to be nerves. 

Right?

Minho clearly fought with himself, back and forth a few times, before grabbing a pillow. You watched as he pushed it into his face and got up off the bed, cursing into it while he walked back into the bathroom to lock himself in.

Square one.

Maybe it wasn’t just nerves.

[Who's Chan?]

[To be continued.]

[kodaiki]

what’s your next AU?

it’s the actor!sukuna au!!! RAHHHH CANT WAIT TO START

[its-no-biggie]

(guy who hasnt had any kind of creative outlet in the past week) hmm why do i feel so restless and out of sorts

[give-grian-rights]

sometimes you just need to go back to your blog's archive of the first year you were on this hellsite. and FUCKING DIE.

like my god .m y god . i understand why people DO delete posts . oh my god sometimes i forget i literally WAS a dream fan for like six months in 2020 . dear god . dear god the temptation to delete those rbs is REAL

[artemiseamoon]

It’s so disappointing people don’t engage anymore. No comments, no reblogs, ppl can’t even take a micro second to leave kudos.

I miss having support. I miss community. I miss people caring and being interested. I miss people coming along for the ride with me.

Really makes me want to stop sharing publicly. I try to not get discouraged but man. I’m really fucking discouraged right now.

At least if I went full private and left things just for my eyes, I wouldn’t be so disappointed or feel so neglected.

I’m also such an active cheerleader for other writers, I feel like I am super supportive and to not get any love back, or very little I should say ( the beautiful 2-4 ppl who are amazing, you know who you are) , starts to wear on me. I am seriously thinking about pulling all my work and going private.

I miss how these spaces used to be. And how supportive readers and others used to be too.

[sparklingchim]

do you know when are u posting the next ylm part? Not trying to rush u tho, im jst so invested I alr wanna know what happened😔 hope ur okay<3

my fingers are itching to write the next part but i have three exams left </3 i think maybe mid/end december i'll be able to share the next chapter !! thank u for liking the story 🫂

[fastcardotmp3]

.visual art

[back to main masterlist]

STRANGER THINGS

◌ NANCY WHEELER | "Cassandra" (video)

◌ STEVE HARRINGTON | "Townie" (video)

◌ Girlhood, Upside Down | "Edge of Seventeen" (video)

◌ BAD MOON RISING | Stobin (video)

◌ AMEN | Nancy & Max (video)

◌ I don't know where to put it | Ronance x Fleabag (Video)

◌ Summer Ronance (art)

9-1-1

◌ Better in the Morning | Eddie Diaz

◌ Die Young | Buck/Eddie

◌ The Bomb | Eddie Diaz (S7)

◌ This Bitter Earth | The 118

◌ United Front | Maddie & Buck

◌ Brother | Chimney Han

◌ Not Strong Enough | Hen Wilson

◌ What the Water Gave Me | Buck

◌ I've been down here before | Eddie & Bobby

◌ No More Words | Buddie

◌ church | buddie + bathena

[ohimsummer]

biggest tumblr pet peeve is clicking a link and tumblr just Doesn’t Register it.

[axvwriter]

PERMISSION TO DRAW THIS PLEASE I’LL TAG YOU (for the delicious brainrot you gave me)😭🙏✨✨

To draw the birthing of a conch after 9 months of pregnancy or to draw Paulie taking Pin-cha over to NRC? (Joking, I'm pretty sure you mean Paulie... right?) Go right ahead! I'm completely fine with anyone using my twst ocs (that are apart of dorms/based off disney characters) but definitely would love to be tagged so I can see it!

(Though it it's actually just Pin-cha bringing in dirt, of course you can. I don't really feel claim/ownership over general ideas. The only things I would want tagging/ownership of is my ocs. Oh what if it's the sitting at Azul's desk part? What if Pin-cha's so short that you can barely see his head with the desk in the way?)

Oh I've gotten like halfway through with the comic I'm making that has Anan and Charin in it. I was going to message you in regards to the Jong-kra-ben but realized with how I've drawn so far, that I don't think there's enough of it shown to actually worry if I've gotten it right. Though since you are messaging, may I ask if they both wear a Jong-kra-ben? (Crap I'm hoping I'm remembering how that's spelled exaclty) I've looked it up but I'm uncertain if Google was actually showing me the right thing as it was also showing results for like a Chong-kraben or something of similar spelling... plus the article that explained how to wear it looked different to your drawings.

Do you already have some drawings or reference images in regards to that type of clothing? Sadly my american schooling has basically taught me nothing when it comes to the world outside of America.. Uhhmm you can answer this in your own post or reblogging if you do want to answer my question regarding Jong-kra-ben. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Though answers regarding to at least if they wear the same thing or not would be nice as I'm clueless.

Here's a link to Paulie's ref/post so you don't have to hunt him down!