#i think though that this thought process changes/degrades over time as the master fails over and over again

[leelarots]

[through gritted teeth] the dark path was such a fun read guys

↑ other things i find interesting: the first two as a doctor/master parallel + the third included because despite his declaration that he is no longer koschei but the master, the book continues to refer to him as koschei.

[iamthejags]

Miraculous Yin Yang

I've been writing my first fanfic ever. It's a Miraculous Ladybug AU and diverges from canon after Season 3. I've posted 10 chapters on AO3 so far, but I have over 100k words written. I thought I'd post the first chapter here in case some people would be interested. Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55274578/chapters/140214625

Chapter 1: New Guardian, New Rules

“What a night!” Marinette groaned, as she transformed back. “That villain was so tough.”

Marinette shuffled over to her desk to get a cookie for Tikki from the jar she kept there. The little red kwami settled down onto the desk to munch on her pink macaroon.

“Are you ok, Marinette?” Tikki asked between bites.

“Yes, Tikki,” Marinette said. “I’m just tired.”

Tikki finished her cookie and flew up to nuzzle against Marinette’s cheek. Marinette closed her eyes and managed a small smile.

“Thanks, Tikki,” Marinette said. “Every fight seems to take more focus and concentration than ever.”

“What do you mean?” Tikki asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Marinette sighed. “I don’t know. It just seems like things aren’t working the way they used to. Chat Noir and I used to be so in sync. But over the last year, it seems like that has started slipping. We, or at least I, have to work harder to work in sync during each battle. It’s exhausting.”

Marinette slowly changed into her pajamas and climbed up to her bed while talking to Tikki.

“Ever since I became Guardian, it’s like our partnership has slowly degraded,” she mused, half to herself and half to Tikki. “Before, we worked together without thinking. It was like a dance. We knew each other’s moves and simply responded. But now… now it’s like we’re both dancing to a different tune and we keep tripping on each other’s feet. I don’t know what to do. We need to get our rhythm back.”

“But you still beat all the akumas,” Tikki said.

“I know, Tikki,” Marinette said, “but it’s not the same. It takes more effort and sometimes we miss each other’s cues and the battles take longer…” she trailed off.

“You said that this started when you became the Guardian?” Tikki asked.

“Yes,” Marinette replied. “It wasn’t so noticeable at first, though. I only realized it looking back. When I think back to the day I became Guardian, we were so in sync. We had to be. We were outnumbered against some of the most powerful Miraculous holders. But we worked so well together and we won that fight. Together. But just look at tonight. We miscommunicated, the original plan failed, and we had to retreat and recharge before returning to the fight.”

“Every superhero makes mistakes, Marinette,” Tikki said. “You can’t be perfect all the time.”

“I know, Tikki,” Marinette said, laying back against her pillows. “But it feels like it goes deeper. It’s not just simple mistakes. It feels like our partnership isn’t as strong as it once was. I miss the way we use to work together,” she sighed sadly.

“What do you think is stopping that from happening?” Tikki asked.

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked.

Tikki said, “Obviously, you worked really well together before. Now you aren’t. So that means that something has to have changed. What do you think that is?”

“I mean,” Marinette said, “it started when I became Guardian. So that’s at least one thing.”

“I think that means a lot more than you realize,” Tikki told her.

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked.

“It means the entire dynamic has changed,” Tikki said. “Becoming the Guardian isn’t so simple as taking the box and a title. It’s a powerful magical shift. When Master Fu was the Guardian, the magic was shaped according to his will. Now that you are Guardian, the box has changed and so has the magical dynamic.”

Marinette lay looking at the ceiling, processing what Tikki had said.

“So,” she started slowly, “what you’re saying is that when Master Fu was around, his way of being Guardian kind of shaped the conflict, the battlefield. And now that I am Guardian, I have the power to change it?”

“Essentially, yes,” Tikki said. “There’s a lot more to it than that, but that’s the gist of it. You are still trying to fight Hawk Moth using an old set of rules. But the Guardian has a great deal of power to change the rules, including how holders interact with their Miraculous, their kwamis, and one another.”

Marinette sat bolt upright in her bed, suddenly realizing something.

“Wait a sec!” she exclaimed. “Hold on! You’re saying I can change how holders interact with each other?! I can change those rules?”

“Yes, Marinette,” Tikki said. “That is the prerogative of the Guardian. For example, at the temple everyone knows everyone’s identities and which Miraculous they use. That is the will of the Temple Guardian. But he also uses a ritual to prevent anyone from compromising anyone else’s identity. It’s similar to how we kwamis can’t say the names of our holders.”

“Why didn’t Master Fu do that?” Marinette asked. “It would have saved so much time and headache.”

“Master Fu never knew the ritual,” Tikki said. “He was far too young and inexperienced to learn it before the disaster. As a result, he adopted the policy that holders could not reveal their identities.”

“Wait a sec. Back up again,” Marinette said, another thought occurring to her. “Is Master Fu the reason that the whole horrible thing with Chat Blanc happened? Is it because we accidentally contravened his will and caused a magical problem?”

“Sort of,” Tikki said. “Chat Noir getting akumatized was certainly not Master Fu’s will at all. But yes, such a breach of his rules could conceivably contribute to triggering a disaster of that nature.”

“But why didn’t anything happen to Alya and Nino?” Marinette asked. “They knew each other’s identities for ages.”

“Probably because Master Fu cared a lot less about the wielders of the Fox and Turtle Miraculous,” Tikki hypothesized. “The most dangerous Miraculous are yours and Chat Noir’s, so he was very strict in his views as to how those holders interacted. Especially since he made mistakes choosing the holders before. But if someone got both the Turtle and Fox Miraculous, they wouldn’t be able to make a universe-ending wish like they could with yours and Chat Noir’s. But this is not something that kwamis are supposed to know much about. It’s Guardian stuff.”

Marinette realized her heart was pounding and she was breathing hard. The implications of this revelation were a lot to process. She…could…change the rules? She could know who Chat Noir is? He could know who she is? Revealing their identities would make it so much easier, especially if there was no risk of compromising their identities. Could she learn the ritual? Would Chat Noir agree to it? He had been perfect at maintaining a professional distance ever since that disastrous day when Master Fu had made Ladybug the Guardian.

Marinette missed her kitty. Even when they fought side by side, she felt like he was a million miles away. At the very least, she wanted back the warmth and camaraderie that they used to have. If there was a way that she could get that back, she was suddenly determined to try. Tikki noticed Marinette’s expression change and immediately knew what it meant.

“Kaalki could get you there,” Tikki said.

“Wha…What?” Marinette started. “Sorry, I was wrapped up inside my head. What did you say?”

“I said that Kaalki could get you there,” Tikki repeated.

“Kaalki…yes…the temple…I could go there…learn the ritual…” Marinette was deep into plan-making. “It would have to be late at night, probably, so it would be daytime there. What time zone is Tibet in anyway?”

Marinette looked at her phone. “Ok, Tibet is six hours ahead of me. So, I would have to go at something like 2 or 3 in the morning to avoid anyone noticing my absence. School starts next week, so I need to do it before that. Two days. Or a day and a half, rather. I’ll go to bed early tomorrow and then wake up really early to go to the temple. What do you think, Tikki?”

“I think the sooner, the better,” Tikki said. “I’ve thought for a long time that it would be so much better if you and Chat Noir knew who each other were.”

“You did?” Marinette asked. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it wasn’t my place,” Tikki said. “That is completely up to the Guardian. I have no power to defy the will of the Guardian.”

“But I’ve been the Guardian for a year now,” Marinette said. “Keeping our identities secret wasn’t my will if there is a way we could know without risk.”

“But it was your will, Marinette,” Tikki said. “Even though you sort of inherited that rule from Master Fu, it became part of you.”

“Then why did you bring it up now?” Marinette asked.

“Because you were ready for it,” Tikki said.

“I was ready for it?” Marinette asked.

Tikki said, “You must have already been considering revealing your identity to Chat Noir. Have you?”

“Well, yes,” Marinette admitted. “Our dynamic started changing a year ago and not for the better. I was considering many possible solutions. That was one.”

Tikki said, “By deliberately considering it, your will changed the magical dynamic so I could speak about it. You don’t have to explicitly state your will for it to change things.”

“Wow,” Marinette breathed. “This is heavy.” She lay back against her pillows again, trying to wrap her mind around this new revelation. The Guardian had a lot more power than she ever realized. She knew now that she needed more guidance. The Temple Guardian could possibly give that to her. She had to try. This discord between her and Chat Noir had to be fixed or they would never be able to defeat Hawk Moth.

“Tomorrow night,” Marinette said to herself. “Tomorrow night. I am going to learn more tomorrow night. And maybe it will fix things between us.” Marinette smiled to herself and with that happy thought, she fell quickly to sleep.

[hqbbg]

still.

pairing: miya osamu x fem!reader

prompt: “I told you to stay still.”

genre: smut

word count: 5.3K (I got carried away, oops)

warnings: 18+, masturbation, some degradation, oral (f!receiving), fingering, some spanking, vaginal & unprotected s3x (make sure you wrap your presents, kids), like 2 seconds of cockwarming, uhm I think that’s it oop

author’s note: I'm back with another Haikyuu!! Headquarters collab piece! check out the master list of everyone else’s works here ✨ I hope y’all enjoy this!

The air in your room feels thick as you pant helplessly, feeling the familiar ache in your fingers as they begin to cramp up while plunging in and out of your sopping cunt. You feel so close to your own undoing, unable to control your thoughts as they drift to the man whose room is on the other side of your bedroom wall. You can’t help but think that it’s his fingers squelching within your warmth, though you’re sure they would reach much further than yours ever could.

You don’t do this often, touching yourself to the thought of your roommate while he’s out at work or running errands, but lately you’ve been frustrated.

When you had put out an ad for a roommate, you were hesitant. You didn’t have much of a choice, as your last roommate decided to move out in favor of moving in with her boyfriend, leaving you to scramble for a solution in order to continue to afford rent. As a full-time student with a part time job, it would’ve been inconvenient to move out in the middle of the semester, and it seemed reasonable to quickly search for a roommate to help with the bills until your lease was up.

Miya Osamu was hot, to say the least, though it wasn’t the main reason why you ended up choosing him to be your new roommate. On top of having manners and being financially stable, he knew how to cook and respected your space in the apartment. Unfortunately, you’ve been unable to say the same recently. The number of times his room door was cracked open as he changed almost made you consider that he was doing it on purpose, as if encouraging you to take a peek.

As you recall the way his back muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head all those times you’d told yourself that you were just walking by, you let another moan slip past your lips. Your fingers begin to move quicker, toes curling, and you can feel your arm beginning to tire out. Your back arches as your other hand quickly moves to massage your neglected clit, rubbing harsh circles until your vision flashes white.

You fail to hear the front door open and close as your moans continue to fill the room. The memory of seeing Osamu stepping out of the bathroom in a simple pair of grey sweatpants with a towel around his neck is still fresh on your mind. You feel yourself clench around your own fingers as you recall your eyes briefly catching sight of the outline of his cock, the image practically ingrained within you. Too many times have you thought about how it would feel inside of you.

Another moan resonates on the walls and you bite your lip, though it does little to stop you from moaning Osamu’s name. Before you know it, you’re overwhelmed by pleasure and your whole body tenses before it relaxes. Your chest heaves as you lay there, trying to recover from your intense orgasm and you want nothing more than to sleep now. You hardly notice that your door is open.

Over the next few days, you can’t help but feel that something is off with Osamu. Though you aren’t particularly close, you’d like to think that you two have developed some sort of friendship with all the shared meals and evenings spent in the living room just chatting about life.

Did he hear you the other night? There was no way; you made sure to give yourself enough time before he was supposed to come home. Then again, you didn’t hear him come in…

Your cheeks begin to burn at the idea that he’d heard you. You let out a groan as you bury your face in your hands, leaning onto your desk. The little motivation you had to study has effectively disappeared and an unsettling mix of nervousness and shame begins to stir in the pit of your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you try to push the dreadful thought out of your head and sit upright. An idea suddenly pops into your head and you abruptly stand up. You walk over to your door and poke your head out, scanning the area to locate your roommate. He’s conveniently in the kitchen, snacking on some leftovers he’d brought back from his restaurant the previous night.

“Hey,” you say awkwardly as you step out. He looks over at you and hums in acknowledgement, his mouth full. You decide to go ahead and speak, though your fingers fidget with the hem of your oversized shirt. “You’re not working tomorrow night, right?”

Osamu shakes his head, swallowing his food. “What’s up?”

“Well,” you hesitate, trying to find a way to come off as casually as you can, “I saw this recipe online for some salmon and vegetables, do you wanna be my guinea pig?”

“Sure,” he nods as he shrugs. “What time?”

“Dinner time,” you say, a little too eagerly. “How about seven?”

His lips quirk upwards into a small smile. “Sounds good to me.”

You watch as he takes another bite of his food before you realize you’re staring, clearing your throat.

“Okay, well, have a good night,” you say and quickly scurry back towards your room. Once you shut the door, you release a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding in. You swiftly move back to your desk, your forgotten notes pushed even further aside as you begin to look for that recipe you’d seen all those weeks ago.

The following day, you make a quick trip to the store to buy ingredients and find yourself nervously counting down the hours and minutes until it’s a reasonable time to start making dinner. You step out of your room to see Osamu already perched on a stool at the small island in the kitchen. He’s slouched over, scrolling through his phone when you walk up. He glances up and greets you with a small smile as you place your phone down near the center of the island countertop.

“Okay, so before I start, I just need to say that I’m definitely not a professional chef in any way,” you say as you move to wash your hands. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, pulling the vegetables from the fridge. You grab the apron hanging on the pantry door and sling it over your head, tying it behind your back.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya wear that,” Osamu muses as he leans his cheek on his palm. His elbows are both propped up on the counter and you resist the urge to playfully roll your eyes.

“I have to make sure my shirt doesn’t get dirty,” you say, “it’s one of my favorites.”

He says nothing in response, opting for a light chuckle as you begin to wash the vegetables. Once you finish, you pull out the cutting board in front of him on the other side of the island, placing a carrot in the middle.

You open a cabinet and pull out a knife, giving it a quick rinse before positioning the blade to cut through the vegetable. Placing your fingers on the edge, you lift the knife just slightly.

“Hey, be sure to cats paw,” Osamu pipes up, pointing to the hand that’s on the carrot, “If yer not careful, you’ll knick yourself.”

“Huh?” You blink your eyes at him, trying to prevent yourself from sounding like an idiot.

“Like this,” he says, lifting his hand up and curling his fingers inward into a loose fist. You try not to focus on the veins lining his hands, tearing your eyes away and mimicking his motions. You see him drop his hand from your peripherals and finally attempt to cut into the carrot.

Before you know it, the knife slips from your grasp, making a shallow but clean cut across your index knuckle. You let out a curse and hiss as you drop the knife.

“Whoa, are ya okay?” Osamu stands as you begin to make your way to the sink, blocking your path.

“It hurts, but I’m fine,” you reply, looking at him curiously before glancing at your finger. You examine it for a moment, seeing the familiar crimson begin to bead.

“Let me take a look,” says Osamu, gently grabbing a hold of your wrist. He lifts your hand up closer to his face, his eyebrows slightly creasing as you do your best to resist the blush creeping up to your cheeks. “You should be careful.”

“Well, it’s not like this was intentional,” you grumble, unable to meet his eyes. He sighs softly and you glance at him, opening your mouth to say something. However, your train of thought is  completely derailed when his lips wrap around the small incision.

You feel his warm tongue gently lick around it and you can’t help but stare at the way his lips look around your finger. He catches your eyes and pulls away.

“I used to do this to my brother whenever he’d get hurt or something when we were little,” he says, letting go of your wrist. Your face is burning as you drop your hand back down to your side. “Wait here, I’ll go grab a bandage.”

You nod wordlessly, mind still reeling as you try to figure out and process what exactly had just happened. You watch his retreating figure head towards the bathroom, disappearing for only a moment before resurfacing with a familiar pink wrapper with Hello Kitty’s face scattered across the outside cover, a gift he had received from his brother. He makes his way back over to you, pulling the tabs apart and plucking out the bandaid.

Without prompting, you lift your hand up towards him and watch as he moves your hand towards him with his pinky, wrapping it around your finger.

“There, all patched up. Is that too tight?” He asks, picking up the trash and crumpling it in his fist. You lift your hand up and examine his handiwork, nodding in approval.

“It’s perfect,” you say, feeling your stomach flutter at the self-satisfied smirk that’s found its way onto his face. “I still have to cut the vegetables, though.”

“Hand it over; I’ll do it.” He motions towards the knife.

You pout, making no indication to hand the utensil over to him. “I kind of wanted to cut the vegetables though.”

He raises a brow at you. “Are ya sure? Ya already butchered yer first chance; I don’t want blood all over my kitchen.”

“Your kitchen, huh?”

Osamu shrugs. “I hardly see ya in here, so it might as well be.”

“So are you gonna help me or not?” You raise a brow and choose to ignore his statement as you cross the kitchen to grab your phone, pulling up the recipe to skim through the instructions before placing it back down. “I’m supposed to Juliette these vegetables.”

Osamu stays quiet for a moment. “Do ya mean julienne?”

“Yeah, same thing,” you wave your hand dismissively, walking back over to the cutting board. You pick up the discarded knife, giving it a quick rinse. Upon returning to your original spot at the island, your hands position themselves once again, curling your fingers like Osamu had previously shown you.

“Wait, yer gonna end up hurting yourself again,” he says as he walks up behind you. “How thin are ya trying to cut this?”

“About this much,” you reply, positioning the knife towards the edge of the carrot.

“Okay, first things first,” he says as he wraps his arms around you. Your eyes widen as you feel his chest press against your back, his hands moving to hold yours. “Ya have to cut it in half and get a flat surface.”

He grabs your hand holding the knife and moves it to the middle of the carrot, wrapping his thick and long fingers around the handle, completely swallowing yours. He ensures that his grip is stable before pressing down, the blade making a sharp cut.

“Okay, so now that ya have this, ya said ya want to make them look like noodles, right?”

You can only nod your head, afraid that your voice will crack if you choose to speak. Your head feels fuzzy, your senses overwhelmed by the scent of his musky cologne hitting your nose and the way his strong arms continue to guide you. The heat radiating off his chest envelops you in an oddly comforting embrace and something about it feels very domestic. You try hard to keep your knees from buckling under you, shifting your weight between your feet. You immediately tense when you accidentally press your backside against his hips.

Briefly scanning the island countertop, you see that his phone is on the other side where he’d originally left it when you began cooking and try to ignore the sinful thoughts threatening to infiltrate your mind.

“Makes sense?” Osamu says, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“I-I think so,” you stammer, though you bite your lip and mentally scold yourself for your faltering voice.

“Alright,” he says, taking a step back. You exhale slowly, trying not to think of the loss of warmth. “While ya keep doing that, I’ll prepare the salmon. Where’s the recipe?”

“It’s on my phone.” You nod towards it, setting the knife down. He walks over to the side of the counter you’d left your phone at and brings it over to you. “What’s yer passcode?”

“That’s classified information, sir.” You see his eyes darken for a moment as you pluck your phone from his hand, typing in the digits before placing it in his open palm.

“Never thought you’d be callin’ me that so soon,” he says offhandedly, locating the recipe in your browser. You feel your lips part to say something, but no words come out.

You simply resume cutting the carrot and grab more vegetables, shaking your head to clear your wandering thoughts. You see Osamu grab the salmon from the fridge, pulling it out and getting some seasonings you’d bought earlier.

“Hey, can ya grab a pan from that cabinet there?” Osamu asks as he points to one of the bottom cabinets in front of your legs.

“Sure,” you nod and take a step back, opening the cabinet door and bending over at the hips. You rummage around for a decent-sized pan, feeling Osamu’s eyes on you before you straighten up. He’s quick to avert his eyes as he holds his hand out to you. You place the handle in his open palm and he takes it, setting it on top of the stove.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you prepare your own things, with you seasoning and cooking the vegetables while Osamu prepares the fish, searing it on the pan. As you both finish your portions, you decide to bring out your nicer plates for the occasion.

Opening one of the top cabinets, you stand on your toes to reach for the plates, wondering how they ended up so high to begin with.

“Need help?”

You jump slightly, startled when you feel his body pressed flush against yours with a hand on the dip of your waist as the other reaches above your head to grab two plates, placing them down onto the counter. You turn your head to look at him and realize just how close he is, his face merely centimeters away. His eyes are on your lips as you tongue pokes out to wet them before they flicker upwards to meet your eyes. You look up at him, anticipating his next move with bated breath, and feel his hand that had been holding the plates move to gently hold your jaw. He leans forward just slightly and your eyes flutter shut as your lips meet.

His lips move slowly against yours, though it’s nothing short of passionate. You feel his hand on your waist pull you closer to him and you lean into the warmth. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth to welcome the warm muscle inside, letting him explore freely.

The both of you seem to run out of air at the same time, pulling away breathlessly. Before you can say anything, he kisses down your jaw to your neck as you crane your head just slightly so he can have better access and you’re not straining your muscles. He nips gently at the skin before dragging his tongue along, finding a particularly tender spot to pay special attention to. A hiss slips past your lips and you’re reminded of how close he is to you when you begin to feel something hardening against your backside.

“If ya wanna stop, ya have to tell me now,” he mutters against your neck as both of his hands settle on your waist, thumbs playing with the hem of your shirt.

“I’d rather not,” you admit rather shamelessly. You can feel Osamu’s lips curve upwards against your skin as his hands give you a slight squeeze.

“If ya say so,” he says before one of his hands reaches between the two of you to untie your apron. “If ya ever need me to stop, let me know.”

You nod your head absentmindedly, slightly dizzy from the reality of what’s happening right now. One of his hands begins to slide upwards from your waist, cupping your clothed breast and giving it a squeeze, while the other slips downwards under your apron and pushes past the waistband of your shorts, hovering over your panties. Suddenly very aware of the wetness between your legs, you move to close them a little.

“That won’t do ya any good,” Osamu mutters against the back of your neck. As if to prove his point, he presses his middle finger against your clothed slit and swipes upward, humming to himself. “Yer practically dripping and I haven’t even started yet.”

A moan slips past your lips and you can only bite your lip in embarrassment at your own shamelessness.

“It’s just the two of us; you don’t have to be quiet,” he says, as if encouraging you to be as loud as you want and disturb your neighbors. When you still refuse to make another noise, he nudges your legs open with his knees, almost forcing you to lean over the counter for support. As if to further prove his point, he pushes your panties aside and slips his middle finger in between your folds, causing you to let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden intrusion.

“Osamu,” you whimper as you feel him kiss his way towards the back of your ear.

“What is it, baby?” His finger is still and unmoving inside of you as you try to gain any sort of friction, attempting to grind your hips against him. His hand doesn’t move as you feel his tongue trace the outer shell of your ear.

“Stop teasing me,” you practically whimper as you ball your hands into fists on the surface in front of you.

“What do ya want me to do?” He sounds smug and you can almost visualize his teasing smirk behind your closed lids.

“Just fuck me,” you say. You fight the embarrassment heating your cheeks, too aroused to focus on anything else.

“I know we’ve been living together for awhile now, but let’s not forget our manners,” he says, beginning to slide his finger out.

“M’Samu, please fuck me!” It comes out too eagerly, too desperately, but you want him to just do something to you.

“That’s all you needed to say,” he lets out a soft chuckle before he slides his finger back in. You find yourself leaning completely on the countertop so you don’t buckle under him and moan when he slides another finger inside, stretching you.

You were right; his fingers reach so much further than yours ever could.

His calloused fingers continue to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace as his other hand that had been on your breast moves down to slip under your shirt. You bite your lip as you feel him expertly unclip the bra before sliding around to cup the flesh, nudging your loose bra aside. His fingers pinch your hardening nipple and you breathe out his name.

“Careful there, sweetheart,” he practically grunts, “if ya keep soundin’ like that, I won’t be goin’ easy on ya.”

Part of you has half the mind to take him up on the offer while the other is failing to form coherent words and thoughts.

A familiar tension begins to pull at your lower abdomen as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. It seems that Osamu’s also aware, quickly slipping his hands out from your dripping cunt.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine as you turn back to look at him. He offers a smirk before removing his hands completely from your pants and lifting his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. The way his half-lidded eyes are locked on yours as he swirls his tongue around makes you clench helplessly around nothing.

“Don’t worry, yer gonna thank me later,” he says, dropping his hand. He begins to lower himself so he’s on his knees on the ground before he pulls your shorts and panties down in one clean tug. The cool air hits your wet heat and you bite your lip at the sensation.

You watch him with anticipation as he leans forward, using both hands to massage your ass a couple times before spreading the cheeks apart. He nudges your feet so you can spread a little wider for him, which you wordlessly oblige, and inhale shakily as he leans forward and licks a fat stripe up your slit.

“Fuck, Osamu,” you hiss as you turn back to look at him. You use one hand to reach around and weave your fingers through his hair, fisting it as he begins to sloppily lap at your cunt.

His tongue dives in and out, the wet squelch echoing around the apartment. You feel your legs tremble as he angles his head to reach a bit further before opting to have his fingers rejoin the fun. Your moans sound nearly pornographic as you attempt to grip at anything, unable to get yourself to properly stand as Osamu wags his head a couple times, swirling his tongue in the process.

A sharp gasp leaves you when you feel his fingers angle themselves and hit a spot you didn’t even know existed, your walls beginning to clench and flutter around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pushing his head deeper against you. You feel him hum against you as if to encourage you to release onto his face, so you do.

A strangled cry erupts from your throat as you feel every nerve ending spark up and you come undone above him. He lets you grind your hips against him a couple more times before he pulls away, breathing heavily as he stands up. He turns you around by your hips and you see your slick coating his lips and chin.

“Look at this mess,” he taunts you, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You don’t say anything and wrap your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to taste yourself. As you do so, he makes quick work to get rid of his sweatpants and pulls away to lift his shirt over his head. You go ahead and do the same with your apron, tossing it onto the island behind him and removing your shirt and bra to leave the both of you stark naked in the kitchen.

You take a brief moment to unabashedly check him out, admiring how toned and built he is. Chewing on your bottom lip, you let your fingers trace along the hardened and defined lines of his abdomen, trailing your fingers down to palm him through his boxers. You see the fabric straining and recognize the heat rising to your cheeks as you feel how hard he is, creating a slightly darkened and damp spot where the head of his cock is located. You glance up at him and meet eyes as you hook your thumbs on his waistband, pulling them down. His length practically springs to life, standing proud and tall before you and your mouth practically waters at the sight.

Wrapping your fingers around the base, you bite your lip as you drag your hand upwards to the tip and collect his beading precum, spreading it around generously with the pad of your thumb before using it as lubricant to continue stroking him.

“Fuck,” he moans softly as you lick your lips, getting ready to get on your knees to return the favor that he so generously had given you moments ago. He grabs your wrist to stop you and you look at him curiously. “As much as I’d love to see you suck my cock, I just want to be inside of that pussy of yours right now.”

The hungry look in his eyes is all you need before you kiss him again, this time much sloppier than the previous ones. He maneuvers you around the kitchen for a moment and before you know it, you’re bent over the island countertop with a leg propped up on the cool surface. You hear Osamu spit into his hand and look back to see him give his thick cock a couple generous strokes before positioning himself with one hand while the other holds your hip.

You feel the bulbous head nudge your lower set of lips apart before slowly easing in, your back arching at the pressure already building inside of you. A soft hiss escapes your throat as you try to take all of him, grateful when he pauses once he’s bottomed out within you. You take a deep breath for a moment and feel your muscles relax slightly as you adjust accordingly.

“Are ya ready?” Osamu’s voice comes out surprisingly soft as he leans over you, placing a kiss between your shoulder blades. You nod quietly before feeling both hands on your hips as he slowly begins to pull out. You realize just how thick he is when you feel empty, though it doesn’t last for long when he slams right back into you. A strangled mewl bubbles from your throat as he begins to thrust in and out of you. You lower yourself onto your elbows on the counter and ball your hands into fists, no longer caring how you sound; you’re too lost in your own wave of pleasure.

As Osamu continues his ministrations, you feel the counter buzz slightly and hazily look around with half a mind to simply ignore it. You see Osamu’s phone shaking across the surface next to your discarded apron, the screen lit up with an unfamiliar name.

“’Samu, your phone,” you say between moans, “your phone is ringing.”

His hips slow, though his thrusts continue to hit deep inside of you. He doesn’t have to reach far to grab it and glances at the screen.

“Shit,” he hisses under his breath. “Stay still for me, will ya?”

You halfheartedly nod your head, though you can’t help but whine at the loss of friction as he stills inside of you.

“Hello?” His voice is even as he answers quickly. “This is Osamu, yes.”

It’s hard to ignore the slight frustration bubbling in your chest as he uses one hand to keep your hips still while the other holds his phone. He continues to speak formally, so you assume it’s probably someone important or has something to do with work. You know better than to tease him in the event that this call is actually important, but you can’t resist the urge to just roll your hips a little.

There’s a slight hitch in Osamu’s voice before he clears his throat, though it sounds more like a warning to you than anything. However, that doesn’t stop you as you grow more bold, deciding to create your own rhythm of shallow thrusts. His grip on your hip tightens, though it’s not enough to hurt you just yet.

“Something just came up, so I’m gonna have to call ya back,” you hear Osamu say, his voice becoming more strained as each second ticks by. When he finally hangs up, the phone smacks onto the table, startling you to a halt.

“Sorry, I couldn’t w-”

“Ya think yer so cute, dontcha? I told ya to stay still.” His voice is dangerously low as he hunches over, practically growling in your ear. You whimper softly in response, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. You’re not sure if you should be as turned on as you are right now, feeling your walls clench around him.

He stands upright and reaches around to grab one of your arms, practically yanking you back so you’re also standing up. His other hand reaches around to grab your other arm, pinning your wrists behind your back.

“If yer gonna act like a slut, I’m gonna fuck ya like one,” he snarls lowly and you resist the urge to moan. He manages to reach for your apron and rolls it up, looping it around your elbows.

As one hand holds your newly bound arms behind your back, the other holds your hips before he begins to pull out of you. You feel his whole length leave you empty with the exception of the tip and you’re about to complain again when you feel him slam back in roughly.

“Is this what ya thought of when ya were touchin’ yerself?”

You hardly contain the cry of mixed pain and pleasure as your back arches, his hips snapping against yours at a relentless pace. You can barely process his words, though you know the embarrassment will hit you later; you simply can’t form coherent enough thoughts to care. The hand that was on your hip leaves but only momentarily before his palm claps against your ass. You yelp in surprise as he releases your arms.

“What, did ya never get spanked as a kid?” Osamu taunts as he rubs the reddening skin. You lean back over, supporting yourself on your elbows. His comment barely processes in your head as he does it again.

Coherent words fail to form as you feel your legs begin to tremble. You’re practically running towards another orgasm and you can tell Osamu is too, based on his unstable rhythm and sloppier movements. You feel one of his hands reach around you to play with your nipples while you let your own hand rub your clit, the sensations overwhelming you in a crashing wave of pure bliss.

As your walls tighten and flutter, Osamu pulls out and fists his cock a couple times before you feel hot ropes of cum paint your back and ass, a guttural groan leaving him.

“Holy fuck,” he pants once he recovers from his orgasm. You’re still shaking, bent over the island, breathing heavily.

A dull ringing can be heard in your ears from the intensity of your climax, but you faintly hear the sink running for a moment. Not long after, you feel a warm and damp towel wipe across the mess on your backside and Osamu’s gentle arm pulls you up.

“Hey, was I too rough on ya?” His voice is soft and you shake your head. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he hands you your clothes from the ground. “Do ya wanna eat now and shower later?”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” you sigh as your head begins to clear up. You look over to your forgotten food, your mouth curving downwards into a frown. “Wait, did you not turn off the stove?”

“I was a little preoccupied.”

[pepperidgefarmremembers]

I’m late with the Kataang Week prompt. Soz.

Day 5 Heritage/Responsibilities

The sharp bamboo point, held with a steady hand, dipped into the blue ink. Pressing firmly, the bamboo began to glide deeply and continuously on his skin. He imagined pools of cold, running water in a fountain by the temple. He saw his pain floating away in a boat on the sea. He breathed fully and slowly, focused only on his breath. His mind fixated on anything but the pain. Inhale. Exhale. His stomach extended on his exhale much like that of an infant. He knew this was only temporary. He knew what this meant to his race and what it meant to him. At the time, he was the proudest he had ever been in his life. Not only mastering airbending, but being the youngest airbending master ever, caused him to beam with pride. He tightly held onto that feeling as the bamboo needle continued to slowly press into his back.

When the long, excruciating process was over, he noticed the achy, soreness but swiftly cast the thought away. He thought of his ancestors enduring the same process as he had. He felt worthy. In that moment, tears flooded into his eyes from happiness. Now, sitting in his room as a fully realized Avatar, the tears  in his eyes stemmed from anger. Aang was hot with anger about his people being killed, ignored, and forgotten. He thought he could never be as mad as when he had to grow his hair out and cover his tattoos. That was nothing compared to the degradation of his land with factories and pollution. One of the few things he had left in the world from his people and it was ruined. Although the Avatar Yangchen statue and festival eventually was restored, he still felt responsible. That’s why he needed to rebuild as much as he could. He was happy to have the Air Acolytes to assist in the process, but he was most thankful for Katara.

“Sweetie, you know you can just wear your Water Tribe clothing for the ceremony. I don’t mind,” Aang reminded her softly. Katara was wearing traditional Air Nomad robes, a sarong and a sleeved blouse which draped her in orange, brown, and saffron yellow. “I know, but this wedding ceremony is just for us at the Southern Air Temple. I want it to be special, not only for me but for you. I will be a part of your culture and heritage. Rebuilding the Air Nomad way of life is my responsibility, too,” she countered.

His smile widened at this statement.  He knew she would never understand what it was like but she still wanted to share in his culture anyway. He didn’t think he could love her anymore than he did in the moment. Aang tightly wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist with his head resting on her shoulder. “You don’t know what this means to me. Every time I think about all that was lost, I’m then reminded of all that will be. I love you, Katara,” he whispered in her ear. Katara looked deeply into his eyes. “I love you so much, Aang. I know we can’t change what happened, but I’ll do everything I can to help restore what is gone. I never want you to feel alone in shouldering this responsibility.” Waiting patiently to not interrupt, Yee-Li, the first Air Acolyte, cleared her throat. “Everything is ready to start, Avatar Aang and Master Katara.”

The cheerful couple loosened their grip on each other. Aang and Katara interlaced their fingers as they walked in brimming silence to the altar near the cliff of the Temple. Marigolds, panda lilies, and lotus flowers were sprinkled from the hallway of the Temple to the altar. Even though they had their big wedding reception for Katara’s family, diplomatic officials, and many many friends at the South Pole a week ago, this ceremony was more intimate. A few Air Acolytes, Sokka, Toph, Zuko, Suki, Bumi, and Uncle Iroh were present. Since there is no formal wedding traditions for Air Nomads, the ceremony would be short and sweet, much to the relief of Toph and Sokka. In a piercing silence, Aang and Katara looked into each other’s eyes and held their hands in a singular clasp. They were much more relaxed and in Aang’s case, much less sweaty, this time around. With his gaze upon his wife, he began,“Towards my wife, Katara, I undertake to love and respect her, be kind and considerate, be faithful, and to be her equal every day. I will trust you and honor you, I will laugh with you and cry with you, through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy, whatever may come I will always be there.” Katara tried and failed to hold back tears while repeating the vows whilst looking into his deep, gray eyes. The couple kissed through wet tears and smiles. They took turns lighting sandalwood candles while their audience cheered and clapped. The sea of love on the faces of his friends and family while at an Air Nomad wedding is not something he had ever thought the world would see again. The guests took turns speaking to both of them individually, offering congratulations or advice. Shortly after the conversation was over, Aang abruptly picked up his wife, who emitted a loud shriek, and spun her around off the ground. “Let’s have some cake!”

[littlemisskookie]

Trying Something New

Trying Something New Ship: Jimin | Reader Description: Your boyfriend accidentally stumbles upon your porn stash and decides to make your fantasies reality. Warnings: PWP, Plot if you squint, D/S Themes, BDSM, Demeaning Names, Cumplay, Creampie, Bondage, Blindfold, Established Relationship, Fluff but it’s barely there, Dom!Jimin, Anal, Assplay, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Oral, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Sir!Kink, Light Slapping/Spanking, Intercourse, Choking Word Count: 6,640 A/N: I just wanted to make domestic Jimin but I failed miserably.

"Babe?" Jimin called, his voice wavering and small. "Can you come here for a moment? We need to talk."

Dread immediately filled the pit of your stomach, and you thought of every bad thing you had ever done in your life, and every flaw you had shown. You knew it was ridiculous- you hadn't done anything to warrant something serious. You and Jimin had been dating for months now- close to a year, in fact, and it was the sweetest, most respectful relationship you had ever been in. You trusted Jimin with your mind and body, yet with those words, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

You spat out the foam from your mouth, rinsing the bristles of your toothpaste and wiping your mouth with a towel. You turn to Jimin, plopping down beside him on the bed, his expression more nervous than yours was. "What's up?"

"I uh... I have something to tell you," he said, looking down at his lap as though shameful.

You knew Jimin would never cheat on you- would he?

You place your hand on his, rubbing your thumb over the smooth skin. "Whatever it is, I'm sure you can tell me."

His eyes lock with yours, and he gulps. "I may or may not have... uh... discovered your porn stash."

You should've been filled with relief at that- he wasn't cheating on you or anything serious like that. Hell, it wasn't even like you were ashamed of your porn references- but it was definitely a side of you that Jimin had yet to encounter. You pull your hand back in shock, your body tense. "What?"

"It was an accident, I swear! My computer got a virus- you know how it is, and so I went on your computer to look something up, and you left the file open... Baby, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean for this to happen."

You had suspicions that something was up with him for the past week- he couldn't quite look you in the eyes, and he always seemed distracted on your dates together. You paid no mind to it, figuring he'd tell you what was on his mind when the time was right- which he did. You definitely weren't expecting this, though.

"Do you... want to break up?" you question hesitantly.

Jimin's eyes go wide. "What? No! Of course not. Y/N, I love you, and I'm not going to break up with you over my own mistake. Why, do you want to break up?"

"No, I don't, I just..." You take a deep breath. "I know that discovering that can be sort of... intense. I wasn't sure whether or not you'd want to stay together."

"I wouldn't break up with someone over what kinks or porn preferences they have. I'm not into kink shaming," Jimin grimaces, as though repulsed by the mere thought of ignorance. "Were you... ever going to tell me about that?"

"I dunno- I thought about it, sure. It's really intense though- and I love sex with you, Jimin, you take care of me far better than any past lover. It's definitely a lot tamer and sweeter than the stuff on my computer. It's all fantasy, anyway. I don't need it to cum or anything."

Jimin was still hesitant. "Did you ever do any of that stuff with your exes?"

"I... ah, shit, this is so embarrassing," you grumble underneath your breath, burying your face in your hands. "Yeah, some of them. It's kind of how I got into it, I suppose. You should know though, Jimin, that I don't want to make you uncomfortable with any of this."

"Y/N, it would've been fine if you told me," Jimin says, placing his hand over yours this time. "I don't care what you're into- I mean, I watch porn, too."

"What, you watch porn of sadistic men with docile women?"

"I mean, not usually- but we can if you want," Jimin mumbles. "I know I'm not the most dominant in bed or the kinkiest. Hell, the worst we've done is anal- but I'm more than willing to try out some stuff if it'll make you happy. I don't have much experience in it, but you do, so maybe you can guide me along the process. I may even be into it."

"Jimin, please don't tell me you're just doing this out of pity. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," you say, your face red and flushed.

"No, I really want to! I think it's important for us. I trust you, and I hope you trust me. There's no judgment, and if we want to try out some of it, I'm more than open to it."

"This is the kind of stuff that people do to spice up their relationships when it gets dull, though," you point out.

"Well, our relationship doesn't seem dull on my end- but what could hurt?" Jimin questions, giving your hand a squeeze. "Do you want to do this?"

"I mean, I've thought about doing this sort of thing with you tons of times, Jimin, but I never thought you'd be so comfortable with the idea," you admit. "I guess I was scared of scaring you away."

"I'm not going anywhere, babe," Jimin smiles. "I'm more than happy to fulfill any fantasies you have."

You sigh, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath. "Fine. Let me get my laptop before I change my mind, then."

He waits patiently, and you feel your heart thumping in your chest as you bring it over. It's silly- he's done more than assure you that he wanted to do this, and so did you. Perhaps you were scared that once he got a closer look, he'd realize what a sick freak you were.

You opened your laptop, Jimin's arm slung over your shoulders comfortably as you clicked on a file. Immediately there were links and gifs of videos with disturbing titles. Little Whore's Holes Get Raped, Proper Punishments from Master, Naughty Slut Gets Put in Her Place.

Your face burned red, scrolling down through your stash, pictures of pink-bottomed women, b&w gifs of deepthroating, people being tied spread eagle to their bedposts. Brutal anal and vaginal intercourse, and lots and lots of cum play.

"How far did you go?" you question, glancing to your boyfriend. You can hear how timid your voice is. It felt so insulting, a confident and proud woman such as yourself being into such demeaning porn that was against everything you stood for morally.

"Not that far," Jimin shrugs, eyes glued to the screen, as though fascinated. "Should we watch one?"

"Sure." You're unsure of which one to watch, all of them brutal and demeaning. Jimin senses your hesitance, however, scrolling down and clicking on a random video.

Your cheeks burn as you remember what exactly happens in the video. The man uses the woman's mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him as though he were using her as a masturbation tool while he watched porn.

Your eyes aren't on the porn, and instead, you stare at Jimin, eyeing his reactions as he studies the pornography with near fascination. Once it ends with the man cumming on her face, wiping some of the residue on his hand and lightly slapping her cheek, Jimin clicks on a random gif.

This one has a woman cleaning the dishes, completely naked beneath an apron, her bare bottom exposed to the camera. Her perfectly shaved pussy was shown as she bent over the sink to properly scrub the plate in her hand, when a man rushes behind her, unzipping his pants and thrusting into her ass, hand wrapped tightly around her throat as her eyes roll back in pleasure, despite the lack of preparation.

Jimin doesn't show any reaction, scrolling further once the gif ends, eyes landing on a woman in an alley, a ratty blanket laid out on the cruel concrete, a man behind her with his hands hooked into the side of her mouth for leverage as he roughly thrust into her. Another man touched himself, cock pointed directly over her face until his cum landed all over her face. The video ended with the man who was fucking her showing the cum inside of her, spreading her ass cheeks apart as he forced her to squeeze out all of the cum from her pussy and onto the ratty blanket.

Jimin's about to move on to the next video when you place your hand over his. "Jimin, talk to me. Just... say something."

He looks to you with surprise. "What is there to say?"

"I don't know- anything? Are you freaked out or anything?" you question nervously. "What do you think?"

"I think it's interesting, and I haven't exactly dabbled much with this sort of thing. I'll have to do more research in this sort of thing, though, but I'm not freaked out at all. I could see us doing this in the near future, definitely."

"Really?" Your brows raise in shock.

"Yeah- I mean, I know you don't see me as controlling or dominating- you know that I respect and cherish you, but I'd be willing to treat you a bit rougher in bed."

"This is more than just being 'rougher' in bed, Jiminie. That's closer to harder thrusts and a spank or two. This is a bit harsher than that," you warn him.

Jimin shrugs. "Then I'll be willing to degrade you and treat you like the proper cumslut you are."

You felt your clit throb at that, and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling tense.

"Holy shit, babe, are you getting turned on?"

"I can't help it," you say bashfully. "I just... Sorry, I guess I just wasn't expecting that."

"If me just saying that gets you that excited, then we should defintely do it," Jimin says. "You're gonna have to talk to me and teach me a bit though before we do anything. Like I said before, I don't know much about this sort of thing, and I don't want to just wing it. I at least want to somewhat know what I'm doing."

"Are you sure about this?" you question.

"Absolutely," Jimin says, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

-

It had been a few days since your discussion with Jimin, and he finally seemed to gather the courage for the two of you to sit down and do some research together, talking about what you personally knew from experience and what you could learn from online resources.

That's how you found yourself scrolling through BDSM blogs on a Wednesday afternoon.

"So you use a safeword for this sort of thing? Isn't that sort of scary, to know things could get to that point?" Jimin questioned, eyes narrowing.

"It isn't really scary- at least for me. I think it's to let both parties know that it's all within their control," you explain with a shrug of your shoulders. "Most people think the sub has to be the one to use it, but the truth is that the dominant can as well. After all, they can be uncomfortable or unhappy with the proceedings of what's going on."

"So do you have a safe word?" Jimin questioned, eyes flickering to you out of curiosity.

You felt your cheek burn slightly. "Uh... it's different with each partner, I guess. I usually picked something random that I saw in the room."

"What'd you use?"

"Oh, let me think... I've used strawberry, purple, Diet Coke... and that's all I can remember at the moment," you flushed, biting your lip. "Do you want us to come up with something?"

"Right now?"

"I don't see why not."

Jimin glanced around the room, eyes finally flitting from the laptop to examine his whereabouts. His eyes finally landed on a particular item. "Water bottle."

"Waterbottle?"

Jimin grimaced. "Is it bad?"

"No, no, water bottle is fine. If either one of us says it, then everything stops," you confirm. "Water bottle it is."

"A lot of these people call their dominants by names like sir, master, and daddy," Jimin said, pointing to the screen. "I've always wondered about the daddy kink."

"I think it's more so to help differentiate themselves from who they're playing. When people think of roleplaying, they usually think of people in costumes reenacting scenarios. This sort of thing is a lot like roleplay, in a sense. It's like you're playing a character. You're not a very demanding or gruff person who puts his pleasure first, but if we were to do this, you'd be playing the role of someone like that. I'm a very independent and take-charge woman, but I'd be playing the role of a submissive. I think it's less about having a kink for being called father or something like that, and more about drawing the line between the people in the bedroom and in the real world."

"Why is it people are so into these concepts of dominating and submitting to someone else?" Jimin pondered.

"I mean, I guess it feels good in the sense of control. I've never really dominated someone, but from what I understand it's got a lot more to do with feeling like you have control over someone else, especially if you don't have control over other factors in your life. The same can be said with a submissive, but instead, you relinquish the control to someone else and trust them with it. A lot of it has to do with trust, and it's not just about connecting body-wise. A lot of it is with the body, mind, and soul."

"You know, for someone who claims that they don't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, you seem to know a lot more than you let on," Jimin chuckled.

You smile at that. "I've dabbled, I'll admit. But I'm no expert who goes to BDSM dungeons or shows every weekend. I'm as new to a lot of these as you are."

"It says that it's also not uncommon for the subs to be given pet names as well," Jimin says. "That makes sense. I think we'd both be a bit uncomfortable if we were addressing each other with our real names when doing activities outside of usual social conformities."

"Alright, what do you want to be called?" you questioned.

"I think sir is a good place to start. Master and daddy just seem a bit too extreme for my taste- and I'm not even a beginner yet," Jimin says.

"That sounds fine," you shrug. "Sir it is."

"What about you? What were you called?"

"Kitten, usually. One guy tried to call me princess, but I wasn't really feeling it," you admitted.

"I can see you as a very good submissive kitten," Jimin chuckles, pinching your cheek playfully. You swat his hand away out of annoyance, and Jimin keeps scrolling. "It has a list of things included often in the BDSM lifestyle- should we establish what we'd be comfortable with?"

"Sure," you say, leaning closer to look at the list as Jimin reads them aloud.

"Bondage- includes ropes, ties, handcuffs, and etc.," Jimin reads.

"I'm comfortable with that," you say. "What about you?"

"I think I'd be comfortable with tying your wrists and ankles up- but nothing above that. I was looking up more stuff, but the shibari thing seems like it'd be too complicated for two amateurs to dive into right away."

"Alright, that sounds good. What's next?" you ask.

"Dominance and submissiveness," Jimin read.

"We already established that one. Next."

"Sadism and masochism," Jimin said. "I don't know, are you sure you want to get hurt?"

"I'm ok with anything as long as it isn't serious. I'm not into anything that'll leave serious injuries or cuts, but if you were to slap me a bit or spank me, I'd be ok with that. That is if you're comfortable with hitting me a bit."

Jimin's eyes widened in shock. "Like punching you?"

"What? No! Nothing like beating me to a pulp. I guess light slaps on the cheeks or spanking for now," you confirm.

"I don't know- what if I hurt you?" He wears a worried expression on his face.

"It's alright- it's supposed to hurt a bit, I think that's part of what makes it enjoyable. If anything crosses the line, then I'll make sure to use my safe word," you assure him.

"Alright. I'm willing to try it out," Jimin says. "It lists next scatting and piss play."

You grimaced. "I don't think so."

"Yeah- I don't want to do that one either. I'd have to decline that one whether or not you wanted it, sorry babe," Jimin said.

"That's fine. What's next on the list?"

"Demeaning and humiliation," Jimin said. "I'm down for that one. It also lists praise kink."

"Yes to all of the above," you nod cheekily, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Choking is also listed here," Jimin said.

"I have experience with that one. You just have to squeeze these two pressure points," you said, reaching for his hand and directing his middle finger and thumb to the pads at the side of your neck. "You don't have to squeeze hard or anything, just this much pressure." You squeeze his fingertips tighter to your neck for emphasis before drawing back your hand to show him the amount of pressure he'd have to apply.

He observes your reaction before he retreats his hand. "How will you say your safe word if you're unable to breathe, though?"

"I'll hold up two fingers or tap you twice. It'd be the same if I were deepthroating you but had no more air left," you explain.

"Alright. So yes on choking. What about hair pulling, anal, and sensory deprivation?"

"I'm alright with all of those- but for sensory deprivation, I think I'd only be comfortable with a blindfold at most. So no ear muffs or anything like that. And we've done anal before, so it should be fine," you nod.

"Sounds good to me. It lists next foot fetish- but I'll have to decline on that one."

"That's fine. What's next?"

"Gunplay, knife play, and bloodplay," Jimin grimaced.

You cringed. "I don't think so... How about we don't bring in any toys other than something to tie me up and a blindfold for now?"

"I can agree to that," Jimin nods. "Next it lists rapeplay."

"I'm alright with that," you say.

Jimin frowns. "I don't think I'd be totally comfortable with the idea of that- even if it's make-believe."

You nod. "That's alright."

"Are you sure? You won't be upset over that?" Jimin questions.

"Babe, you've got a say in all of this too. I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. This is as much about you as it is about me. I don't want you to just be doing this for my needs, I want your needs met too," you comfort him, pecking his cheek. "I'd never want to force you to do anything you didn't want to do."

"Alright," Jimin nods, his shoulders loosening. "What about exhibitionism and voyeurism? I think I'd be down to finger you under a table of a restaurant or something."

You shook your head, pursing your lips. "I'd rather we keep it in the bedroom, to be honest."

"That's fine. Next, it lists cuckolding," Jimin frowns. "I don't think I could ever be down with the idea of watching you have sex with another man, or even it being the other way around."

"Let's keep it between us two for now, then. That includes threesomes."

"Agreed. They have ageplay as the next one."

"I don't think so, honestly," you shrug.

"Overstimulation, edging, and orgasm denial."

"I think I'm alright with all of them except overstimulation. I don't react pleasantly to that one."

"Next is impregnation kink," Jimin states.

You grimaced a bit at that one. "Let's save that for when we're married and want kids."

"That was the last one," Jimin confirms. "The last important thing it wants us to know is about aftercare."

"Basically you make sure the other is alright and take care of them- whether that's with a massage or wrapping them in a blanket or giving them a bath, or anything else you can come up with. It helps calm the person down after all the intense stuff. Most people think it's for only the subs, but in truth, it's important for the doms as well, as they're doing pretty intense stuff to another person."

"What about cuddling and watching a movie together after or something?" Jimin questions.

"Sounds good to me."

-

You were completely naked beneath Jimin, who was dressed in a white button down and slacks. Your heart was thumping in your chest as your tongue moved against his, his lean body pressed against your own, pinning you to the mattress. The two of you hadn't had sex in a week, whether it was preparing for the events you had planned, or out of sheer nervousness. But you were finally going to venture into a spectrum that you and Jimin hadn't dared to encounter before.

Jimin raised himself over you, breathless already, his plump lips bright red and swollen. "Are you ready?"

You nod. "Yes, sir."

"Remember our safe word?"

"Water bottle," you confirm.

"Good girl," Jimin cheekily replies, a grin pulling at his lips. Your heart flutters at that, with his squinty eyes and pearly teeth, and for a moment you regret agreeing to be blindfolded. The two of you had already bought the items you needed when you ventured into a local sex shop, however, and you knew it'd be a waste not to use it for its intended purposes.

"I'm going to tie you up now, is that alright, kitten?"

God, you felt zaps of arousal rush to your core at the pet name. You audibly whimpered under his touch. "Yes, sir."

Jimin chuckled, noting how aroused you were already. His hands skimmed up and down your thighs, gazing at the lust filled haze that clouded your vision before he'd have to conceal them with a blindfold. He reaches towards the nightstand, pulling two white cloths. "Arms up, at the bedposts."

You're obedient, shaky hands reaching above your head towards the bedposts. Jimin ties your wrists snuggly to the posts, the knots tight and firm. "Is this alright? Test them out and see if you moved. Tell me if they're too tight- I don't want to cut off your blood circulation."

You did as you're told, moving your wrists in slow circles and testing if you could be free. It wasn't horribly tight and seemed to be fine. "They're good."

"Great. I'm going to have to blindfold you now."

You held your breath as he reached for it and pulled it over your eyes, tying it behind your head. He wiggled his finger into the strap, testing how tight it was around your head. "Can you see anything, kitten?"

"No," you say, rolling your hips up against his, his legs straddled on either side of you. "Please use me, already."

Jimin let out a low hiss. "Fuck, you're so eager, aren't you?"

It comforted you that Jimin was already becoming so integrated with the role, slipping into it easily. Maybe it was because of how aroused you seemed to be, but in truth, it was his reactions and how well he was responding to this new change that had wetness pooling between your legs.

You gasped a bit when you felt his lips brush against yours, tongue quickly diving into the cavern of your mouth once you granted him access. His hands reached up to cup your breasts, kneading the flesh between his fingers and rolling them beneath his palms, alternating between that and toying with your nipples, hardening them beneath the soft pads of his fingertips. It felt as though all of your senses were heightened, and you could do nothing more than allow his ministrations to continue, without the slightest clue of what would happen next.

His lips traveled from your own, gliding down your body, from sucking tenderly at your neck to letting his tongue drag between the valleys of your breasts and dip into your bellybutton. Your breath hitched when his hands roughly jerked your legs apart, fingers gripping tightly to your knees as he let his tongue slide up your slit, dipping into your wetness before coming back up.

The slightest sensation of the muscle against your clit had you quivering, and you attempted to snap your legs back together, though Jimin's firm grip prevented you from doing so. Your wrists twisted in their bindings, and you whimpered. "S-sir."

"What is it, kitten?"

"I want to touch you."

His response was a quick slap to the side of your thigh, making you shriek in response. "You're tied up for a reason, remember? You can't touch sir without his permission."

"Yes sir, I'll be good sir," you say.

"Good kitten. I'll eat you out properly at my own pace, and you're going to take it, understood?"

"Yes, sir. Please eat my pussy, sir," you said, voice wavering and light. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so aroused, and Jimin seemed so in character. It was hard to believe that this was the same boyfriend who would give you the world if he could.

His fingers dug into your thighs as they pressed against the sides of your head, his tongue collecting the residue. It swiped through your folds, the moisture sitting on his awaiting taste buds as he ate you like a starved man, all whilst avoiding the place you needed him most.

"You've got such a pretty hole, it tastes so good," Jimin says after dipping his tongue into your pussy, as though to lap up every last drop of your arousal. He easily slips two fingers into your pussy, curling them up into your g-spot, resulting in a gasp and a buck of your hips. "Seems like you've got another pretty hole down here for me to use. Will you let Sir use this tight little hole?"

"Yes! Use me however you want," you said, eager for his touch.

"Such a good kitten, you treat me so well." Jimin finally latches his mouth on your clit, sucking tenderly as he pulls out his lubricated fingers, circling it around the lower, puckered rim. You groan as he slips in his middle finger, pumping it through you. He hisses, as though remembering the last time he had done anal with you. He pulls it out much to your dismay, and you hear him fidgeting with something else on the nightstand. It isn't until you feel the warm and wet digit enter your asshole again that you realize it's lube.

"How're you doing, kitten?" Jimin asks, kissing the swollen nub.

"F-Fine," you breathe out breathlessly, panting slightly. "Please add another finger."

He chuckles, nevertheless pulling through with your request, lubricating his digits more before putting them inside of you, using scissoring motions as he stretches you out properly. With his other hand, he slips two fingers inside of your vagina as well, and you groan at the feeling of both holes being stretched.

"Think your tight little holes will be able to take my cock, sweetheart?" Jimin tsks. "I don't think it'll even fit."

"Make them fit," you respond quickly.

Jimin hisses at that. "Dirty girl."

He lifts up one of your legs to slap your rear with one of his wet hands, and you let out a sharp yelp. It isn't long until he's filling you up again, properly stretching you out with his hands as his tongue laps at your clit, sucking you tenderly in order to get you off as fast as possible.

"S-Sir, I'm going to c-cum," you say, cursing at his ministrations as he knew the precise movements it would take to have you orgasm in minutes.

"Fucking cum then," he responds, nipping at the side of your thigh before latching his mouth on your clit, plump lips suctioning at the small nub until you're shaking. The minute your orgasm overcomes you, he pulls back, letting you ride it out, though his hands still pump through you, knowing that the action wouldn't cause overstimulation.

Once you come down from your high, you're panting, and you feel the sweat dribble down the sides of your temples. "Th-thank you, sir."

"That's my good little slut. You're going to have many more tonight."

You shudder at those words, taking in a deep breath at that. You feel his moistened digits on your tongue the minute your lips part, and they're heavy. You suck on them tenderly, letting every drop of your arousal settle on your taste buds.

"Suck a good girl, sucking on my fingers like a nasty little whore. Will you suck Sir's cock how you're sucking his fingers?"

Jimin pulls his fingers from your mouth, and you find yourself gasping for breath despite the fact you were allowed to breathe. It was incredible how immersed in his role Jimin had become. You knew he was doing his own research, scrolling through the porn on your laptop after he got your permission. You swore you could sense how aroused he was- perhaps equally as aroused as you were if that were possible. Every nerve in your body was screaming to have him completely dominate you, despite the fact he hadn't thus far disappointed your needs. Nevertheless, you were immensely glad that he was as turned on as you were, enjoying the gratification of such lewd acts.

You were determined not to disappoint him after he met and exceeded your expectations and fantasies.

"Please fuck my mouth, Sir, the same way you'll destroy my pussy," you beg. "Let me prepare you to fuck my holes."

"Shit," he cursed, a strain in his voice. You heard the zipper from his slacks being undone as he slipped his pants down to pool on the floor. His boxers followed after, and he climbed up your chest, stroking his length before your face. You could hear the lewd sounds as he prepared himself, and you parted your lips wide to prepare your mouth for fucking. "Such a good slut for me. Suck on my cock like the good kitten you are."

The blunt head pushed at your lips, and you accepted, immediately sinking as far as you could reach, pulling against your bindings, as though eager to get a taste of him. He was heavy on your tongue, but nevertheless, you did your best to completely devour him, bobbing your head eagerly. The salty taste seemed almost enhanced, and you wanted nothing more than to tear off your blindfold and look up at him, admiring how fucked out he probably was. You shuddered at the thought of him with a dark possessive look in his eye as he pushed you further, yearning to reach the back of your throat.

As though reading your mind, he scoots closer, grabbing a chunk of your hair to push you to the base of his cock, the fine pubic hairs tickling your nose and cheeks as your face smooshed against his pelvis. "Deeper, I know you can take it."

You obeyed, taking him deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head in time with his sloppy thrusts. He truly was fucking your mouth, and soon enough your movement became even more restricted as his grip on your hair became firmer, and he brutally battered his hips into your face. You relished in it, involuntarily swallowing once or twice, causing him to let out a loud moan. You wanted to let him fuck your face for the rest of the night, and you had no doubt you'd be content with that, especially considering how delicious his moans were. Jimin had other plans for the night, though, as it seemed.

Soon he was pulling back, allowing you to take deep breaths of air. You filled your burning lungs, but kept your mouth open, waiting for his cock to settle on your tongue once more.

"Cock drunk already, huh?" Jimin chuckled. "I still have so many holes to play with though, don't I, kitten?"

His fingers reach down, sliding over your still glistening pussy. Had this been any other man, you probably would've dried up by now. But this was your boyfriend Jimin- or more accurately, your dominant, Sir.

You felt the bed shift as he climbed off of you, but soon he had settled between your legs again, the blunt head circling your entrance. You bucked your hips up with a mewl, eager for entrance. He only responded with a deep chuckle before pushing in, filling you to the brim.

Jimin grunted, thrusting into you again, the sloppy sounds of your wetness filling the room, accompanied by the sounds of skin slapping against skin. "Pussy's so wet and tight for me- just more lube for me to fuck your ass, isn't that right?"

You nodded eagerly. "Please, please fuck me."

Jimin leaned over you, and you felt the sweat dripping from his face and onto your bare chest. He began his pace, thrusting into you at a steady pace. You shifted along with his body on the mattress, gasping and moaning as he hit parts of you that seemed more sensitive than ever before.

You let out moans, your muscles straining as you pulled against your bindings, as though eager to touch him. You wanted to feel his smooth, sweaty skin beneath your fingertips. His body pressing against yours, pelvis bone stimulating your clit, and cock buried deeper than ever- it was great, but you still wanted more. You were an insatiable submissive, so it seemed.

What drew your end was when Jimin's hand tentatively wrapped around your neck, pads of his fingertips finding the points that you had shown him before. For a brief moment, he broke off his facade. "Is this alright?" he questioned, voice soft and cautious.

You nodded eagerly, taking in one last gasp for breath. "Choke me, sir. Hard. As tight as my pussy will be around your dick."

You swore you could hear him grinding his teeth as he did as you said, hand wrapped firmly around your neck, the palm of his hand pressing against the column of your throat. You felt yourself come undone, and true to your word, you clenched down on him as hard as his hand clenched around your throat. So many sensations, from the choking to the thrusts of his cock buried deep into your womb, to his pelvis rubbing against your clit- not to mention the fact everything felt far more stimulating due to you being blindfolded.

You spasmed over him and shook, feeling your orgasm overtake you in a blinding light. It was better than all of the times you had sex with Jimin combined, and possibly anyone. Maybe it was the fact you were doing it with someone you love, or just Jimin himself. For someone who was so inexperienced, his research and dedication paid off in the form of a blinding white bliss that filled you from your core and spread out in tingling sensations to the tips of your fingers to your toes.

Jimin stopped his thrusts, not wanting to overstimulate you, instead letting you settle from your orgasm. He let go of your neck, letting the oxygen slam back into your lungs.

He pulled out of you, breathless, as you settled. "Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer. Can I fuck your ass for a bit?"

"Yes, yes, please. Cum in my ass- just take my blindfold off. I want to see you," you said, twisting your hands in your bindings, as though wanting to rip the stupid fabric yourself.

Jimin chuckled, reaching behind your head and pulling it off of your eyes. You blinked, your eyes adjusting to the light. When you looked at Jimin, with his button-down shirt still on, he looked like a god. His hair clung to his forehead, as did the shirt, and he was dripping with sweat. You wanted nothing more than to lick every last drop from his golden skin, feeling him shiver beneath you.

"Shit, if I could cum from looking alone, I would've," you hissed.

Jimin laughed at that, reaching over to the bedside table for the lube once more, coating his length, noting how you eyed it ravenously. "You're one to talk- I've never seen you so fucked out before."

"I never have been," you purred, spreading your legs further. "I wanted to put on a good show for my sir, like a good slut."

"Fuck, just look what you're doing to me, kitten," Jimin hissed, squeezing the base of his cock. It was an angry shade of red, the head looking as though it were ready to burst. It was coated in lube, your own arousal, and precum.

"Hurry up and cum in my ass- I want you to fill me up," you said, bucking your hips.

Jimin didn't need further instructions, pushing into you slowly, inch by glorious inch. He gave you a bit to adjust before he slowly started to thrust into you, groaning at the feeling of you pulsing and squeezing around him, your walls tight. It wasn't the first time he got to experience the sensation of anal sex with you, but something about it had his arms shaking as he hovered over you.

His hands reached behind your knees, elevating your hips so that you were at a better angle for him, your legs dangling in midair. His eyes screwed shut once his thrusts got sloppier, and you squeezed and clenched around him tightly, as though trying to milk him for all that he was worth. It worked, as soon enough he was letting out a mantra and filling you to the brim.

Both of you panted, breathless as he let go of your legs and pulled out. Soon he was undoing your bindings and collapsing beside you. Your wrists felt sore, as did your core, but it was a pleasurable ache.

Jimin rolled over to look at you, his eyes shining. Soon he was getting up and taking you with him, leading you to the bathroom, though both of you had shaky legs. You felt the cum drip down your thighs as the two of you stepped into the bathroom, the warm water close to searing. You preferred hot showers anyway, and both you and Jimin let yourself immerse in the sensation of the water hitting your skin, steam filling the room. Jimin cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You felt his wet bangs brush over your face, and you pushed them out of the way to peer at him.

"I love you," he spoke, and though he had told you the same phrase a dozen times before, it never failed to send a warm feeling through your body.

"I love you too, Jimin," you spoke, pressing your lips to his one last time.

Soon enough the two of you were in your pajamas, hair still wet, but neither of you cared. You had curled up on the bed, half asleep and drowsy beyond belief, some random show on TV airing.

You curled up in Jimin's arms, clinging tightly to him. The room still smelt of sex and sweat, not that you minded. "I really enjoyed myself, you know."

"Yeah, I did too," Jimin nodded.

"So... are we going to do it again? In the future?"

"Are you kidding me?" Jimin asked, raising a brow. "Most definitely. I think that was the best sex we've had yet."

You smirked. "Yet? Is there anything you want to do differently."

"Well... there is one thing."

"What is it?"

"Next time you're calling me Daddy."

[brimstonethelion]

This will be the first time i release some of my work and i’d like to hear your thoughts.

The first expansion

Chapter one: Ameliorated reality

The sun and the moon hung at their peak. Sunlight shined on the reflective waves of water, illuminating the afternoon hustle and bustle of players old and new. Green light from lit hearths and blue flames from torch fire illuminated the golden roads of Midgard highlighted on both sides by orchids and wolfsbane. I could see it all atop my giant goose as I flew from the western Sea to the eastern ocean, everything was perfect on the twenty fourth of January 2044, the day everything went to shit.

The Ameliorated Reality engine was the innovation to end all innovations in the gaming market. It was designed in north America with the original intention of working as a means of relief of physical and mental stress or degradation, however when it was discovered that treatment for such symptoms would have people paying out the ass to even experience the thrill of not being mentally fatigued, it was instead modified to work as the skeleton to a game called “North pyre online” which was released on march of 2030. Ameliorated reality allowed for people to experience stimulation through a virtual means. I forgot the exact numbers but my best guess through experience is that it multiplies the nerve signals in your brain by two, meaning whatever you do in North pyre online it feels twice as real as doing it in real life.

Gripping the feathers of my goose’s neck, I landed at the front door of a mausoleum sized log cabin, these large cabins worked as the headquarters for larger guilds in game. I hopped off the giant goose and put him in his usual resting item, a red shooter marble. I strolled into my guilds hq and walked up to the service desk. Immediately I noticed the color of my clothes change from a mix of various colors, from my Tyrian purple velvet coat and aqua t-shirt, to bright red velvet coat and gold t-shirt, the guild colors.

Secretary type AIs hold the job of manning a stronghold’s front desk and market, ours was an elven woman who reminded me of those overly peppy waitresses who don’t do much in the way of customer service other than annoy you.

“How can I help you, Keiter?”

“Don’t call me that.” I said my tone reciting familiarity and boredom, due to the many times I had to say that.

“My apologies. how can I help you, master?”

“Don’t call me that either!” I was getting frustrated already.

“What should I call yo-?”

“Look, all you need to know is my product and how much it’s worth, now how much am I gonna get for this?” I said. After dumping several pounds of raw fish, several weapons and minerals I couldn’t use, and several other miscellaneous artifacts I had no idea the purpose or worth of, I waited there for an estimate. It didn’t actually matter how much it all was worth, I just wanted to make room in my inventory.

“Hmm… 340 gold, and nine coppers is your change.”

“Keep the change, I can’t buy anything with coppers” I responded, taking the 340 gold.

I turned around to find Sarca, the guild leader, standing expectantly behind me. The name “Sarca” was spelled out over her head in violet letters, mine with indigo, and the rest of the guild had theirs spelled out with any color from blue to red. This meant that Sarca was the only member of the guild who’s been playing longer than me.

“I didn’t see you at the guild meeting this morning.” She said. Sarca played an elf mage in a red robe with silver tassels over a purple tunic. Now though the robe and tunic were red and gold just like my outfit when I walked in. “And considering your stealth score, I don’t consider that to be a good thing.”

“What do you want, Sarca?” I sighed, placing the 340 gold into my inventory.

“What I want is for you to be involved, to start thinking of this guild as anything other than a means to sell… fish!” Sarca replied, a bit peeved.

“Alright, Sarca, out with it, were is this coming from?”

“Yesterday was the guild raid on the western drow settlement, and you didn’t show up like you said you would.”

“I was fighting a Charybdis.”

“We were fighting Abaddon and his army of manticores, while trying to mine enough blood marble to finish the second floor of our new guild hall!”

“You’re the top level healer in the guild! And what, you didn’t succeed?”

“You’re the top level tank! No we didn’t succeed, we whipped!”

“Oh come on. Forty one players go into a drow settlement and none of them survive?” Sarca sighed “thirty nine now, some of the lower level players who’d died first quit the guild.”

“So, a couple of reds who couldn’t take the heat quit, how is this my problem? Look if it makes you feel any better we can kill a few hydras to make a nice dragon scale necklace for you, but until then I’m gonna watch the sunset, alright?!”

Sarca tried to argue the situation, but I was having none of it. I threw my red shooter marble like I was skipping a stone, hopped on top of my giant goose, and flew off.

I landed Herbert, I named my goose, at the top of a hill overlooking the ocean. The beach was miles away from the starting area of the game, a colossal hearth with green flames burning coldly within it. Many people go here to relax, not today. Today was the day the game makers would install the third expansion for the game. A flood of new players were logging in for the first time and buying up as much weapons, armor, and food as they can, crashing the in game marketplace in the process, and leaving lounges, like the beach, barren. I didn’t mind though, less time to associate with people, and worse failing. I don’t hate people, on the contrary I long for a friend every now and then, i just get tense around ‘people’ is all. I joined a guild, the crescent sun entente, but that’s not exactly the same thing as having ‘friends’.

Sitting down at the base of a pair of pear trees, Herbert curled up into a football shaped lump. I crossed my legs and took out the small leather sack around my neck which acted as the game’s inventory. I took out my signature weapon, a small baton that grew into a large iron battle axe once outside my inventory. Funny how we can be slaves to habit, here I am trying my best to relax and the first thing I do bring out my weapon.

I put the blade by my side and began my lounging properly.

My character in game is a felidae pirate, so I wasn’t surprised when I kicked off my boots and saw fur and four clawed toes on my feet. I was surprised when I felt how the wind flew through my fur, I still couldn’t get used to that. Next I brought out a flask of cider, for use against scurvy, and took a swig. The taste is intoxicating, and no it’s not because of the pirate flask oddly enough the one thing you can’t do in game is drink, I could feel the taste of apples clear as day, its sweetness took me over and forced a moan out of me. I found myself in a stupor, and once I’m out of it I find I’m holding a bread roll in my hand. It’s the size of a baseball and shaped like it had been tied in a knot before baking.

After a single bite a cacophony of sensations filled my mouth. The crunch of the crust occupies my teeth, the softness of the white bread fills the contours of my cheeks and softens my pallet, and the taste was hard to describe in precise terms, rest assured though it still tasted like bread.

Chewing the bread I stared at the sun and moon. The two were about to eclipse over the southern horizon. I took out my golden sundial which, among other things, was the only object in game that told time. 11:59:35 AM, 25 seconds to launch. I thought about my guild, where were they among all this chaos? 20 seconds. I gotta go down to the traders and collect some new knick knacks. 10 seconds. Maybe I’ll mess with the reds just for fun. 5 seconds. The ground began shaking and immediately I knew something was wrong.

Once the moon had covered the sun my body started glowing, the ends of my extremities and hair began sparking and crackling. It felt like my entire body was covered in pop rocks. I only had a few moments to register the fully eclipsed sun turning black as the night.

I couldn’t comprehend what happened next. The only thing I remembered was waking up in a cold sweat.