#youre such a gem for asking thankyou so so much

[givemethesleep]

(For your ocs)

What is everyone's alignment?

(Did you finish Australis' book/sketchbook that you were making? Cause I REALLLY want to see it!! If you posted it, I missed it :( )

Who's most likely to have a secret (or not) stuffed animal/special blanket?

How old are they?

If they could have a pet or animal companion, what would it be?

(I'll think of more but I'm super sleepy ((ha lol)) )

THANKYOU I ADORE YOUUUUU I'll answer the first one, then put the rest under the cut ♡

Okay so alignments!

Australis is Chaotic Neutral. Laws have meant nothing to her for quite some time and, while she wants you to think she spends her free time kicking dogs and making babies cry, she has quite the stubborn good streak she spends an inordinate time trying to hide.

Boreal is Neutral Evil - he is the cause of almost every almost-disaster that strikes the tiny town of Clicking Heels, and he's always miraculously around to save the day and cure wounds and make everything better. His desperation to prove himself to be good, to be a hero, has resulted in him being a person who does everything to the letter in order to cause enough problems to paint himself the small town hero.

Daphne is Lawful Good, and is both a people pleaser to the highest order and terrified of upsetting anyone ever. Having been raised in a way that convinced her that her magic was unruly, dangerous and in need of full time restraint, she makes very very sure no one else has reason to hate her. She also just has a huge heart and is consistently putting others above herself.

It could be argued that Belladonna is default Chaotic Evil, as the Dark Urge, but she's fighting these violent, cruel instincts as best she can. So I'm labelling her Chaotic Neutral, too.

Lividia is Lawful Neutral. As a Fist, her job is to follow orders. She's got a horrible jealous streak, so she's willing to do almost anything to boost her station without breaking rules, even if that means playing dirty.

As for secret comfort items, Australis has been carrying around a ratty stuffed owlbearntoy since visiting the House of Healing in act 2. It doesn't have a name, or anything, but Austrinwill sit up all night just looking at it, turning and tracing seams and squishing it in her hands. It reminds her of a stuffed animal she had some 50 years ago, before her corruption, before her pact. It's almost a tie back to the childhood she lost. Of course she'd rather die again than admit that she kept the old thing stuffed away in her pack.

As for the IRL Book of Shadows, it's still a work in progress!! The fact you remembered I was making it has made me so excited so here's some dodgy pics of where I'm at!

Thankyou so so much for the ask!! ♡♡♡♡♡

[adilynnyuri]

Hello yuri! I'm the one who asked you about revising my father's death. First of all, Thankyou so much for answering me and supporting me! I feel much better than earlier when I affirm for his aliveness but still I get triggered sometimes by circumstances and start to miss him again. But I think I should not supress my emotions too whenever I feel emotionally weak, I cry out so much, feel my emotions, miss him talk to him with his picture and again come back to my imagination, I think this doesn't affect my manifestation, right? Okay, so the final question is, that I always try to fullfill in my imagination and most of the time I do so, I don't care what other people say also my belief system has become stronger but the thing is I always affirm that " I always wake up and see my father alive, healthy and happy and while affirming this I go to sleep and expect that next morning I'll see my father again, but when I don't see him next morning; it triggers me so much that I don't want to even wake up and thoughts like I should suicide come into my minds and then It takes 2 or 3 hours to come back to my normal routine affirmation, how should I deal with this? Is it okay to feel like this? Please help me. Thankyou! Lots of love to you! 💕♥️

Hii love! 🤍

I am once again saying that I completely understand your situation!

But if you want your dad back, you can't take "no" As an answer. If your "3d" Reflects something you don't want it, it is just some bullshit. It is not real. It is real, if you accept the fact it is real.

I understand you are doing everything right but when you wake up, your dad isn't with you and it is triggering you.

AND NEVER EVER TALK ABOUT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS EVER!! YOU ARE MEANT TO BE HAPPY AND BLESSED EVERY SECOND OF YOUR LIFE!! NEVER EVER THINK OF SUICIDING MY LOVE, YOU ARE PRECIOUS AND A GEM FOR THIS WORLD!

I am always there in case of any problems! And also our community people are there for you!! Feel free to share your problems! We will respect you and your feelings totally ♡

Let me give you the same example,

if you write numbers from 1-10 in a note book as homework and you sleep at night being satisfied that you finished your homework and the next day when you wake up will the numbers you wrote in the notebook disappear and will you worry waking up thinking that if you wrote those numbers or not? I mean, it will disappear if you say it disappears. And of course sitting and worrying about something which is already done is also your decision. So if the homework (your desires) are already done, why are you "expecting" Or "worrying" That your desire hasn't yet come to you??

"But revising someone back alive is A BIG THING"

It's a big thing only if you say it's a big thing. "Revising anyone back to life is a piece of cake to me" Say this affirmation repeatedly even though YOU don't feel it/see any changes in your 3d. Affirm back against the "3d" If it "shows" You the complete opposite of what you wanted. If it triggers you, fuck that. It doesn't exist.

Things/people in this world exist only because you let them. THEY ARE EXISTING IN FRONT OF YOU, BECAUSE👏🏻YOU👏🏻ARE👏🏻ALLOWING 👏🏻THEM👏🏻TO👏🏻.

YOUR DESIRES ARE ALREADY THERE. YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORRY FOR ANYTHING. YOU ARE PRECIOUS. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GET SPOILED BY EVERY LITTLE THING YOU EVER WANTED. DON'T TAKE NO AS AN ANSWER. IT'S ALWAYS YES. YES YOUR DAD IS ALIVE! YES YOUR INCOME IS DOUBLED! YES WHATEVER YOU WANTED IS ALREADY THERE.

Why do you "expect" It to happen??? IT IS ALREADY DONE!!

I don't want to convey it as rude. It's just my reminder to you that,

You already have whatever you ever wanted. If you don't like what you are seeing, affirm, be still within, AND DON'T CHANGE YOURSELVES FOR ANYTHING! IT IS ALREADY DONE. DO NOT WORRY FOR ANYTHING! YOU ARE AN ANGEL! YOU ALREADY GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!!

With lots of love,

ADILYNN YURI🤍🌷

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! 🥳can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!

thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?

come party with me!

summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.

Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe that’s how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddie’s faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Lover’s Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van. 

“Which one is that one?” you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you. 

“Orion,” Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, “Want to hear the story behind that one?”

“Is that even a question?” 

This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldn’t identify the constellation. There’s nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddie’s stretching past the blanket. 

It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.

You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - “Seriously, fuck that dude!” - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes. 

“I think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then they’re opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?” Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt. 

You can’t hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, “Oh, absolutely.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again. 

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones. 

This is how it usually goes. He’s watching the sky, you’re watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change. 

Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; it’s not a secret. You’d met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other. 

The change is what they didn’t know. 

Steve and Robin would tease you two when you’d come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other. 

But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldn’t fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct. 

They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear. 

No, they couldn’t fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didn’t know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didn’t care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart. 

It was drumming in his chest – you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too. 

“Just thinking about how it’s just us out here,” you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, “How it’s always just us.” 

You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting. 

“You wanna start inviting the guys out here?” he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesn’t let you, though, only tightening his fingers’ grip on yours, “Think that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?”

“Stop,” you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

He doesn’t reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. You’re no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.

“Don’t!” you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. He’s on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, “Edward Munson, don’t you dare!” 

But he does dare. And even as you’re slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart – there is no where else you’d rather be in this moment. 

The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddie’s body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above. 

His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesn’t falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, “I’m sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. It’s always been just us,” he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, “You and me against the world, baby.”

You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, “I was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.” 

The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, “I know.” 

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. You’re no longer in Hawkins’ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt. 

The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. He’s a sanctuary – he’s your sanctuary. 

His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. It’s not possible, but it doesn’t stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each other’s skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.

Only Artemis knows that he’s already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration. 

Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope it’s amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky. 

 “Baby,” he begs. You don’t know what he’s begging for – for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you – so you can only kiss him back with more urgency. 

The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him. 

“Off,” you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan. 

He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, “Ever heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?” 

“Fuck patience,” you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each other’s spit, “We have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just… Just fuck me. Please.” 

You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same. 

Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this can’t last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. It’s not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end – never the end.

And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isn’t quite patience, it isn’t quite cruelty. It’s just you, and it’s just him. 

“Fuck,” he moans out once he’s fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, it’s a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. He’s devoted to you – he’s yours just as you’re his, “Always so wet for me, baby. Always so good.” 

He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric. 

If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that he’s not fucking you as you’d requested; he’s making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that he’d spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you. 

The roll of his hips don’t stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isn’t enough. 

It’s not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, you’ll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me. 

Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that you’re close.

“Cum for me,” he’s begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, “Fuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.” 

You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you can’t decipher whether it’s the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore. 

The echoes of his voice surround you. 

“Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Doing so good for me.”

“Always such a good girl.” 

When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like he’s scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you. 

He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead. 

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. It’s overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly. 

“What?” 

You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you weren’t so delirious with unbridled delight, you’d scorn him. 

He doesn’t bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, “What’s so damn funny, my beautiful girl?” 

You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesn’t bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary. 

“We are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,” you finally explain breathlessly, “This place is for just us, Munson.” 

He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek. 

Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and that’s all that matters for the time being. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, “Always just us, you heathen.” 

He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Thankyou so much for answering my questions regarding the game! If it isn't asking too much could you please answer these last ones? :

-Foras artifact confuses me, what is this "weaken effect"? Is it in regards to elemental weakness to stages or...?

-Do we keep nightmare coins and holy coins for the next pass or do they reset?

- Does the secret shop only sell L-grade cards of the lesser key pool or can any L-grade in the game randomly pop there? Price is super expensive, after all. 9000 and something gems...

That's all! Thanks again for your help! 😊

You're welcome! Due to the wiki being gone we all have to stay together.

1. I'm not 100% sure on this one, but I believe that the weaken effect referes to when, let's say, a fire troop hit a water angel. Idk, I never used his artifact so I can't tell you for sure what it does.

2. Nightmare coins and holy coins are kept in your items menu forever. If you want to grind nightmare coins right now but not use them on the Lucifer nightmare pass, they will still be available during the next pass

3. They only sell L characters from the red keys pull. The selfie cards, attacker cards, bloodshed, bath. When Lucifer (selfie) and Leviathan (Uniform) will be available in the standerd pull, they will be put in the shuffle list for the secret shop. But cards like the angels and nighmare pass characters are not avilable.

[pseudowho]

happy diwali haitch!! 🪔 diwali is the festival of lights and your blog, your written pieces, the way you answer asks, feels like a little bedside lamp that's there when you need comfort, tid bits of fun or even spice!! i hope there's lots of light and happiness in your and the haitch familys lives!! thankyou for writing the yummiest fics and for answering asks with so much love (this is my first ask to you but i love reading others' and your responses to them as well :D)

happy diwali again! im telepathically sending you my fav sweets 💗

Happy Diwali! I'm fairly well attuned with the festival, actually. I've been fortunate enough to care for a lot of celebrating couples, including a few whose babies have been born on Diwali.

Those delivery rooms were always lively and full of joy after the births. At one point, I had to frogmarch a very excited pair of grandparents out of the room, because I hadn't yet mopped the 'just given birth' off of the floor. They forgave me and fed me after, though, which was very good of them.

Our middle sons' nursery/daycare is also exquisitely multicultural, and they celebrate every cultural holiday going. Today was a mix of pumpkins and lamps, and honestly, it worked. It was very pretty when I collected him this afternoon.

I'm thrilled you enjoy my Asks as much as I do. I feel like there's a sincere community spirit to my blog that, I hope, makes people feel warm and welcome.

I've just eaten a little pot of ice cream, so I shall telepathically send you that, in exchange for what I'm sure are some of the most glorious sweets ever created (seriously, sweets around Diwali?? They look like gems in treasure chests).

Thank you so much. A very happy Diwali to you.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[inventedfangirling]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

ah finally after a gazillion years i've been able to get around to doing this after being tagged by the ever sweet @fiercynn , so lemme straightaway get down to it.

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc.

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

hello there, i'm a 24 year old gray-ace panromantic desi on the romance positive end of the arospec (im still undergoing the wonderful but also often difficult and long journey of discovering myself so this is subject to change :3), i prefer going by my username so i'm not sharing my name.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

i watched bad buddy exactly 3 months ago on the 15th of May, 2023. i watched all the episodes all on the same day and i know the date because after finishing the show i sent a 7 minute long audio note gushing about the show to my best friend. i ADORED it that much. and that's where all of this started. i loved the show so much and the lack of people i knew irl who were interested meant i had to find other people in the fandom to freak out with. i kept posting one after another favourite bad buddy edit of mine on my twitter page, gushing about it, but i got barely any response and that's when i reminded myself that tumblr exists and i should get back on here. and that's how i made this account 2 weeks after i watched the show and voila here i am surrounded by people who are as crazy about the show as i am and i couldn't be more delighted about it :')

favorite ship(s)

patpran and inkpa ofc

favorite character(s)

i love pat with all my heart, the man he ends up becoming along the course of the show is one of my most favorite portrayals of any man ever BUT pran is my actual favorite, he is my baby, (somehow both) my elder and younger brother and my best friend and he has my whole heart. his love, his hesitance, his anxiety, his bravery, his dimples, his FOREHEAD, his striped shirts, his precious heart i would DIE for him no questions asked.

favorite episode(s)

episode 11. each segment had something for the heart, i adored every single second of it...the sheer volume of beaut quotes from this episode is mind blowing! ("being with you already feels like freedom", "i can be anywhere as long as i have you", "we have been happier a lot too", "thankyou for trying to make a silly guy like me happy..." "i wrote this song for him", "one man can't change the world, but this world can't change me too"), and the soft loving looks of adoration making me clutch my chest, but also there was the quintessential patpran banter and bad buddy humour and wisdom i LOVE this episode with all my heart.

episode 5 is perfection. it comes second for me, but that kiss will always be number 1 <3

favorite scene(s)

rooftop kiss, balcony phone call, episode 7 ending when pat comes to save the day and the play, episode 11 red shirts commitment expression scene, and the final credits and post credits scene

one thing you would change about the show if you could

i wished the gangs didnt bully eo or anybody else even in the beginning, i get it shows growth but still i wished that was shown differently. also i wish we got a conversation where they talk about the guitar. and while we're here i wish it was somehow longer, i could have watched ohmnanon be patpran for HOOOURS.

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

traffic was slow for the crash years by @fiercynn aka the creator of this meme. i absolutely adored every single second of the fic. despite it giving me a WORLD of pain. all the pain made it more beautiful and everything was worth it in the end. like i said before you took a great thing and made it even better <3

every piece of art that @hereforlou comes up with. you are a GEM!

all of nanons gorgeous gifsets!!

same page video edit that even p'aof tweeted about. SO good.

enchanted (aka patpran's official song) and other patpran edits by this same SO very talented editor

mudhal nee mudivum nee - another beautiful edit but desi so its even better <3

this super clever edit of patpran to message in a bottle. it's an instant serotonin booster for me.

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

you can hear it in the silence - bad buddy bet era fic (the only one i've written till now)

my bad buddy textposts collection

my pran and pat's growth posts

this post that took me 20 mins to write but is one of my fav things ive written about the show

my long treatise of bet era patpran that took me a week!

list of accounts (hopefully i haven't forgotten any) whose meta and analysis and brainrot i absolutely adore- @miscellar , @telomeke-bbs , @grapejuicegay , @aroceu, @dudeyuri, @dribs-and-drabbles, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @sharingfandoms, @waitmyturtles, @ranchthoughts, @lurkingteapot, @lurkingshan, @thegayneurodivergentagenda, @kenmakaashi, @absolutebl, @charthanry, @bengiyo, @mahuhumaling, @panickedbisexualwatchesbl, @jemmo, @patspran, @fiercynn, @midnightfreeway, @fierceeyesanddimples and a couple more im sure ive missed. it was {and continues to be} a pleasure reading their thoughts about the show (or any other show that we've mutually watched).

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

message in a bottle because of this edit

daylight cos of this edit

enchanted, because of the infinite edits we've got from it and if im not wrong pat ohm has acknowledged it too

and basically all other romantic songs in the history of romance i guess :3

alrighty then i think i'm done with this tag. this was a LOT of fun to compile <3

[remxedmoon]

oh you had funny colours ask game on your blog? sniles.

ruby, jade, and maybe goldenrod in a 'i think watching the sunrise with a friend is deeply enriching' kinda way :}

ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

ok i’ve GOT to find a response to this that isnt wailing or bonsog. just. wauuauua. it means a lot !!!!!!!

jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

nevermind back to bonnie sog. WUAUAAU THANKYOU

goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you.

WEHH. no you’re real for that just, wuauauauuauauauuaa. i think it would be Enrichment!

[tamelee]

Hi Tamelee, I'm sorry that there's shitty people making awful comments about your art and also stealing it, that must be really discouraging and I'm sorry for that💔 Now, I just wanted to tell you, and please don't think it's just to cheer you up, I truly believe that your art style is gorgeous, breathtaking and you should be proud of everything you make because each and all of them are masterpieces 💚

Just to share some love let me tell you that I remember (and I have a very bad memory so that's how big of an impression you left on me) seeing one of your drawings for the first time (here my memory kicks in and I can't remember if it was Naruto with Konohamaru or with a frog lol, I clearly stalked all your drawings in that moment) and going "omg this is like real life Naruto, wtf??? how is this so fucking realistic and gorgeous??" And then and there I pressed the follow button as fast as a lightning

So, long story short, your art style is gorgeous and so unique, it's insane that you'd learn how to draw so beautifully and realistic on your own, that speaks volumes of you and how passionate you are. Please don't listen to assholes who can't even grab a pencil

Hi @quemirabobo !!! Aaahhw there is nothing to be sorry for 😭 especially against shitty people, but thankyou so much for this message and taking the time to send this to me 🧡🥰 Even if it wasn’t to just cheer me up you have! ^^ Dunno what I did to deserve so many kind words, you’re a gem ily. I’ll treasure this ask <3 

Ohhh yes!!! Haha, that drawing was definitely made in my ‘it needs to be as realistically drawn as possible’-phase. I got terrible flak for it on another site because Naruto looked creepy I think, but at the time I was pretty proud of the lighting xD I’m glad you liked it though! I remember drawing that was really fun nonetheless 」(￣▽￣」) 

[lachimolala22019]

Oneshot

GIFTS AND CUDDLES

Your Bubba yoongi had been gone on the tour for a month, and was now finally returning to you with some gifts and cuddles to make up for the time he was away.

Pairing: Yoongi x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, little reader, caregiver yoongi, ddlg, pet names, little space, fluff.

Words:

Note: if you don't like to read little space story then leave.

MAIN MASTERLIST

I was waiting for my Bubba Yoongi to come home from his tour, he was gone for almost a month now and was final coming back home. In this one month, I missed him so much even through he called me daily to check up on me and video called me. It was not enough as he couldn't hold me close to his chest where I could listen to his heartbeats. It's been too long since I have slept in his arms.

Since he was finally going to be back I could spend alot of time with him. I already thought of the games I wanted to play together with him. Since he would have off from work for 7 days before going back.

Right now I was playing with my RJ plushie which was a gift that Jin oppa gave me on his birthday. I was not in too little headspace, maybe around 7-9years.

There was a sound of the door opening and I ran toward the door knowing that it must be my Bubba since he is the only one who knows the password to the door.

"Bubba" I exclaimed with joy and ran toward him I jumped into his arms and hugged his neck tightly with my hands, my legs warped around his waist. I Burried my face in his neck "Bubba I missed you so much" I told him with a pout on my face.

"Baby, I missed you too" He said as wrapped his arms around me two leaving the handle of the suitcase to hold me better. He gave me a peck on my cheeks and walked toward the couch with me held securely in his arms.

He sat on the couch the couch and adjust me into his lap in a more comfortable position and asked, "Were you a good girl for Bubba when he was not here? Did you eat all your meals on time and went to bed on time hmm"

"Yes Bubba I did, I was a really good girl for you" I replied with a smile on my face. "You did so good baby, Bubba is proud of you,I love you my baby, It was so boring when my baby was not with me.

"I love you too Bubba I was also bored without you, No one was here to help me color my drawing book."

"But now I am here baby I will help you with your drawing book." "I brought a gift for you and some of your favorite snacks from there."

Hearing about gifts my eyes lit up in exitiment and a wide smile formed on my face,"Gift for me? Really, Thank you so much Bubba." I jumped from his lap in exitiment and went to get the suitcase to find my gift.

"Be careful baby, let me help you." Bubba said as he walked toward me and took the heavy suitcase from me and put in on the table in the living room. He opened and suitcase and took out a nice looking box, the box looked like a jewelry box.

"Here, open it baby." He gave me the box.I opened the box carefully and saw what was inside it. There was a pretty necklace with a gold chain the the pendent had a white flowers with a yellow gem in the middle.

"It looks pretty Bubba, Thankyou so much." I say in awe, "can you help me put it on, please." I looked at him with big eyes eager to wear the necklace.

"You're welcome baby, give it to me so I can put it on you." He extended his hand toward me to hold the necklace. I gave him the necklace and turned around to make it easier for him to put it on.

He gently clasped the necklace on my neck, I turned around and showed him "how does it look Bubba?" I asked him "It looks so pretty on my beautiful baby." He said with a sweet smile on his face happy to see my smile.

I suddenly yawned feeling tired suddenly since It was my nap time. "Looks like someone is tired, let me put you to nap baby" He said look at me with a endearing eyes.

"Will you nap with me Bubba, I missed cuddling you." ," Of course baby I will let me bath and change my icky clothes, then I will give you cuddles. You go and lay on bed and wait for me."

I nodded to tired to talk and went to my room with RJ held close in my arms. I entered the room and layer on the bed and covered myself with warm blanket.

10 minutes later yoongi came and found his baby trying her best to not sleep. He went near her and gently lay beside her in the blanket. He hugged her his hands holding his waist and cuddling to her.

"Good night baby, I love you" , that was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in Yoongi's arms. Feeling safe and comfortable in the warmth you missed."

Author note: I hope you liked the chapter please check out my story AMETHYST .

Bye bye💜

[sidesinwonderland]

You've done such an incredible job with this blog. Every moment has been enticing and enjoyable. Your creativity and the way you've made each character work take a lot of skill and thought. It's paid off really well! And having Roman become the Jabberwocky is fantastic!

When this comes to a close, I know I'll come back and read over it again and again. It's an amazing gem

Thankyou so much! It means a lot that people are enjoying my work :]

I’ve got a lot of ideas and am really glad I’m able to present them to u guys. Im very proud of the work and effort I’ve put into this. Gold star for me.

I have more ideas I wanna get working on so this blog will be wrapping up very very soon. But I do plan on keeping asks open so you guys can interact with the characters in a plotless setting.

[mystrothedefender]

mahogany, ruby, green, jade for the mutual colours ask game! also PINK >:3 !!!!!!!!

Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists.

I would happily die before getting in a car ever again tbh :( but I understand and agree with the vibe 💕💕💕

Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

Thankyou ily 💕💕💕💕💕 I'm really here on this bitch of an earth trying my hardest

Green - wanna go touch grass with me?

I wanna sit in the shade of a weirdly large tree with you and pull up handfuls of the grass below it with you 🥺

Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

Thankyou I have very few takes but most of them are good and correct 😎👍

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

Yellow - every time i see you on my dash you're always so happy and it's so lovely!

Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you.

Orange - if you were a fruit you'd be a orange. no explanation.

Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists.

Red - i am so in love with you. first it was ironic, now it's unironic. so in love.

Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

Navy - i have a feeling you hate jeans.

Ahh itna bada ask, thankyou so much loveeeee <333

[cosmictapestry]

mahogany and ruby :)

Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists. Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

oughoughoughhhhhhh <3 <3 <3 big phat tears on my face huge tears ummmmmmmm thankyou<3 <3 <3 you didn't ask but goldenrod jade also green <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[crackcancer]

Ways you can help out with the environment that you think you may have little help with:

(Everything written is based on my own thoughts/ observations of how others could change their habits for the better of the environment and our world)

(Also lol I did study Geography and was really good I took of for Gcse and A-level so I feel like I know what I am talking about, mixed with common sense and I’m a researcher in my own time)

- switching of unnecessary lights ( if you are not in a room or are leaving and no one is staying or in a room, switch that light off)

-unplug chargers that aren’t in use

-charge your phone only when it’s in low battery

-don’t be on your phone while charging ( this also affects your phones battery health, and p.s for my Apple users don’t charge your phone in low battery mode it’s terrible)

-don’t flush often in your use

-recycle, recycle, recycle

(Have a bin for wasted/go off food, plastics, cardboard, glass and tin (separate them)

-don’t buy clothes unless you really need too

-use public transport, you don’t need to drive everywhere (petrol=pollution, more miles= more pollution) plus it’s cost effective/cheaper on yourself to just go somewhere by bus/train/tram etc

-plant fruits and vegetables

-own real plants, take care of them; speak to them, water them, treat them how you’d like to be treated.

(Plants also detox your room air, cleans/freshens the environment they’re are in, and are said to bring joy to your mood)

P.s of you’ve got bedroom plants, plant them in cute pots and add to the aesthetic of your room, encourage those around too!

-walk, run, jog to places. It’s healthy, environmentally friendly and fun. It’s great for your mental health, you get to burn of calories, and your body as you age will thankyou.

-thrift, go thrifting it’s fun, you can find really great pieces, literal gems. Not all the clothes are worn if that’s an issue you have and most things are checked that are worn and they usually have a level to what’s allowed. It’s great for your expenses and it’s an experience in itself

-sale pre used/ un worn clothes on sites/apps like depop, vinted

-buy from charity shops, support also volunteer

-sell clothes and unwanted goods at car boot sales

All you need to do is such up car boots sales in your area and there are small scale/large scale so find one that you like and you need to have a car to sell the items out of your boot or on a fold up table in front and make some quick cash. And your once belongings and now someone else’s happiness. And you’ve helped out the environment just like that!

-buy electric cars but do your research

-don’t leave your SHOWER running stop turning the water on before you’ve even gotten in. YOU ARE WASTING WATER! And running up your water bill, surely you don’t want that.

-similar to the above note. Stop running your TAP wether your brushing your teeth, washing your face etc It’s simple if you aren’t using it in that current moment simply turn of the tap please!

-use technology less, read a book turn of that tv!

Get of that laptop/computer/phone/iPad. Whatever it is. Go play a game with your family, eat at the dinner table with your family, friends whoever you live with, talk build stronger bonds!, ask how their day was.

-don’t boil that kettle and then not use the water. Do you know how much energy it takes to boil water that quickly.

-buy eco friendly products; makeup, clothes, accessories, technology etc

-buy sustainable items; things you know that will last, take care of your stuff so you don’t have to buy stuff often.

-the less something is the demanded, the less production is made for that product. So if the consumer isn’t buying a lot of something the value and price goes down aswell as the need to make as much of whatever it is and that’s a good things as that then creates less waste.

-only put on your plate what you know you can eat don’t over do it . (Unless you know for sure you will eat it later or the next day) You will always be able to get more. This creates less waste of food. Which could’ve went to someone else

-stop using plastic cutlery and plates/cups. They are terrible for the planet. I understand at parties but even then only put out so much , so your guest can’t keep wasting cups each time they get a new drink, cutlery whatever. And make sure at the end you recycle ♻️ it’s important to not put anything plastic, cardboard, glass etc into your regular everyday bin!

-only buy what you need and know what you’ll eat. Too many people around the world but food and will see it in their fridge until it goes off. It’s such a waste and disappointment especially when we know they’re are people really out worldwide that would love that piece of food but are starving! It’s terrible to waste and a waste on money and you work to hard to be wasting your money!

-stop retail therapy. When you’re upset or in a low mood. Don’t use that as an excuse to buy useless shit 😭 it’s okay to sit back, analyze and comprehend your feelings. Speak to someone you trust and get your feelings of your mind, of your chest. Spending money on stuff to cover up how you feel for temporary pleasures is not the way to go. It’s bad for the environment and a waste of money that could for actual bills or a rainy day

-use batteries

-plug your electrical appliences out at night like stoves, fans, tv

I hope you enjoyed my little rant.

All opinions by me : crackcancer💗

Please use my words as a tool for change

♻️🌍

Change your ways today for the better, so that we can have a better future for tomorrow

(I feel like such a environmentalist just for saying the above sentences) but please do take on what I’ve written and apply to your daily life!!!

Enjoy live, stay happy and save the planet

[gemstone-roses]

Hi Gem! Can i ask for some headcanons about Hannibal with a reader that doesn't believe she deserves his love? Thank you!!

Yes yes yes oml thankyou for this!!!!!!!

Summary: what it says above

Warnings: self deprecation, issues,an unnamed person made the reader feel she doesn't deserve love, fluff, hannibal is not being nefarious here he's just in love, ooc? Don't know them sorry. 18+ only thanku. Female reader. Hurt/comfort

Note: anyone reading this, you all deserve to be loved ok? be kind to yourselves🖤

-hannibal asks you to join the team for his weekly dinners

-but you always politely decline

-because your not stupid and you can see that it's more than just an invitation when he asks you.

-it's not that you don't like him, the opposite in fact, you were quite taken with the man, he always made time for you and he always brought you your favourite drink without asking, he just knew when you'd need it.

-so hannibal asks again except this time it's just you on his guest list

-he pulls you to one side in a corner of a corridor at work

-"join me for dinner tonight" and it's not a question this time, it's a statement

-"just me? what about the others? surely you don't just want me?" You whisper that last part but hannibal is observant and his brows furrow.

-"of course I do" hannibal uses his fingers to tilt your chin to look at him

-you avoid his gaze, and he runs a finger down your cheek

-"8pm"? He asks so softly and it makes your heart jump

-"ye,yeah sure" you say and hannibal cups your cheek before you part.

-you fiddle with your sleeve at his door, rocking back and forth on your heels, you were glad he couldn't see you because he'd sure have something to say about your nervous habit

-hannibal has the biggest smile on his face when he answers the door.

-he takes your coat and directs you to sit down

-hannibal takes the seat next to you and takes your hands in his

-"y/n" he says sweetly," look at me darling"

-you look up and hannibal thinks his heart might shatter, because hes hannibal and he knows.

-"I have been trying to ask you out for quite a while now" he chuckles and if you weren't mistaken a slight, and only for a second, shyness creeps over him.

-"I know" you sighed

-"i-i like you hannibal, I do, it's just, well-

-hannibal cups your cheek and he has such a concerned look on his face, not because you may turn him down because he's worried for you.

-"I don't deserve you" you whisper and hannibal feels as though his heart is going to tear through his chest, the thought that you, his y/n, didn't deserve his love was wrenching.

-hannibal places one hand on your shoulder, the other still on your cheek.

-"y/n, please don't ever think, that you are undeserving of love, of my love, you are wonderful and you make my day brighter, you are deserving of my love, you are worthy and you need to know whoever made you feel like this was so wrong, I need you to believe that okay y/n?"

-you look up at him, tears pooling in your eyes

-" hannibal" you whisper and he wraps his arms around your neck as your tears spill

-"it's okay, I've got you darling, I'm here okay," he holds you tight, you can feel how much he means what he says.

He holds you for a while, reassuring you once again and also insisting he'd remind you until the end of time that you are indeed, worthy and deserving of hannibals love.

[pjisskullourful]

︵‿ｓｗｅｅｔ　ｓｐｏｔ ‿︵

⛓️ Thomas × reader [The Gift part9]

NSFW🚨 really nasty shit of the KINKIEST degree

Thomas Raggi/non-binary reader insert

° a local sex club hosts a regular event called Pup Night, which sounds perfect to you & thomas

wordcount:::  10,177

° commissioned by the absolute gem that is my nibling jace(@wow-ihateithere) 💋 thankyou for all the patience & support. most importantly thankyou for a truly filthy idea to have fun with [there are currently 2 fics in cue, secure your own spot in my priority list here]

° none of the lyrics included were written by me[x]

° [ITA:] caro: dear - amore: love

you got the green light, don't you hold back no more. Let's live our best life...

Usually you didn’t give targeted advertising much of your attention, scrolling past those banners without a second thought. But in the daze of jet lag (your body clock was messed up after another visit to America) you had been less critical and far more open to distractions.

That was how you had learned of ‘pup night’ at a nightclub in the city. You had heard of this club, but that had been in the pre-pandemic world, in your life before becoming Thomas’ partner. Before him, you never would have entertained the thought of going to that kind of club, your curiosity easily drowned out by your intimidating insecurities.

But when you followed the link off of a fetish gear website, the only thing that you had felt was intrigued. There hadn’t been any second-guessing to slow you down as you looked through the different theme nights that the club cycled through. So many of the options had gotten your heart pounding faster, the digital flyers earning an extended look from you.

Pup Night reigned over all others, ultimately leading you to the application form provided by the website. You sent it to your printer in the study.

The option of getting out of bed to collect these pages was quickly overruled by your boyfriend making getting up more difficult. In his sleep, he had rolled over, stretching out and invading your personal space, placing himself somewhat on top of you, rather than lying next to you. You hadn’t resisted the invitation to cuddle, placing your phone aside. 

Waking up before him, you had taken the paper from the printing tray to look over as you started your day. You ate your cereal as you read over the many conditions of entry.

He surprised you, appearing in the lounge room not long after you had finished your breakfast. You had anticipated at least one hour on your own, creeping around and making a coffee as quietly as you could manage. You had planned to have a quick shower (he had a cheeky habit of taking the sound of running water as an invitation, exponentially extending every shower that he joined) before getting to your university work.

He joined you on the sofa, instantly pressing his body into the side of yours. He laid his head on your shoulder, his wild hair tickling at your uncovered neck. These were the little moments that you didn’t get when he was on tour. You put an arm around his shoulders, listening to his sleepy sighs.

“Isn’t it too early for homework, nerd?” He asked.

You took the time to reorganise the pages before speaking, letting him see the stylised header on the first page. “It isn’t homework.”

He rubbed at his eyes as he read the letters. “Our Sweet Spot, what is that and why do you need to apply, and is that my name?”

“Considering your behaviour, or should I say misbehaviour- the last time we went to a club, I thought I should look into different venues, venues that suit my slutty puppy a bit more. This is a sex club…” You said.

You felt him squirm a little in his seat as he let out an unconvincing laugh. “A what?”

“Yeah, a club where you wouldn’t be the only naughty boy trying to get his partner undressed.”

He lifted his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “So, we just go to this club and fuck in front of everyone?”

“No, not exactly.” You said. “It’s a club, not a theatre, so it’s not like people take turns on a stage, or whatever.” You raked your fingers through his soft hair, trying to tame the strands. “I’ve never been to a club like this either. But from what I could put together from the shit I’ve read-” You put your finger to his lips. “Call me a nerd again, and die. It seems to me that there’s one part of it that’s like a normal club, there’s the bar and a dance floor. But then there’s the semi-private room and a bunch of people can go in there to fool around, and do whatever they feel comfortable doing in front of these strangers.

“And there’s the private rooms.” You said, resting both hands at the back of his neck. “I guess it’s kind of like a hotel suite. You check in for a room with a bed and you get to decide who’s in there and any nastiness that happens is totally private. But there’s no way to know what it’s actually like unless we go there.”

“And we need an application to go there?” He asked.

“Oh yes, it’s kind of exclusive, you can’t just wander in from the street, RSVPing is mandatory.” You said. “They even have a membership program, but I figure we can’t jump into something like that blind.” You studied his face, your eyes scanning for those subtle, accidental tells that you had gotten to know during the course of your relationship. “Do you want to check this club out with me? ‘Cause it didn’t cost anything to get this form and honestly, I can chuck it in the trash right-...”

“No, no, no, don’t throw it away.” He said. “Of course I’d love to check it out with you. I just have no idea about places like that and- well, I’m a little caught off guard.” He held your gaze, his hazel eyes unwavering. “I hadn’t realised that this would be your scene.”

You had started to smile. “Yeah, I hadn’t realised either. But we’ve talked about showing off what a good li’l bottom bitch you are. And I was only inspired to go down this route after how much you misbehaved when we last went out.”

He squirmed in his seat. “But I thought- we put that whole thing to bed, didn’t we? You reprimanded me, I took my punishment, then I was forgiven, right? Did I misread that situation?”

“No, that is exactly what happened.” You said, pushing his hair off of his face. “But forgiving isn’t the same as forgetting. And I certainly haven’t forgotten how much fun you seemed to be having that night, you were having a whole lot of fun being cheeky and boundary-pushing when we were out in public.” He dropped his chin, slipping into this pouty-façade rather easily. “And now that I’ve found this club, it seems like I’ve found the perfect place to have some fun of my own, by owning you in public.

“But only if you want.” You said with an instant change to your tone of voice.

He nodded, looking up at you again. “Yeah, I do, I definitely do. But… well, what do I wear?”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, caro. They have to approve our application first.” You pointed out, you resettled yourself on the sofa. You offered him one of the pages, reorganising the paperwork in your lap. “Here, you can read the conditions of entry.”

Instead of taking the piece of paper from you, he frowned at it. “I think it’s great that they’ve got this policy to keep the guests safe, that’s a fabulous practice, truly. But I’m gonna need a coffee before I can attempt reading this. Or three- three coffees before I read this. Do you want one?”

“Yes, please. But just one for me.” You said and he pecked you on the cheek as he got up.

He started to leave the room and you could hear him yawning as he responded. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You moved down to the floor, finding a clear spot on the coffee table and lying the form down here. You were working your way through the remaining pages when he returned, setting a steaming mug down.

“So they need to know if you’ve ever been known by any other names…” You told him, pointing to a section that had been left blank.

“Like a screen-name?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, raising your voice as he strolled out of the room. “No, like an alias, like something that you’ve introduced yourself as, or written down on some form anywhere.”

He carried his beat-up laptop back into the lounge room. “Chad Sexington.”

“Swear to God…” You huffed and looked back at the page. “I’m gonna write Jackass…”

“I don’t have any alias’.” He found a place on the coffee table for his laptop, sitting adjacent to you. “Should we come up with a cool one?”

“Uh-huh, I’ll put that right at the top of my list of priorities.” You said sarcastically.

After a pause, he looked away from the computer screen. “Would I be the only pup there? Is it a come as you are kind of vibe?”

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot to tell you the best part.” You said, frustrated at your momentary lapse, your sales pitch hadn’t been planned out well enough. “They have an event, like regularly, called Pup Night, specifically for puppy kinks. That’s how I found out about the club, and I don’t know if I’d say that it’s the only reason why I wanna go, but it’s definitely a big driving force of my interest. I figured that would be the ideal place to start.” You reached your hand across the tabletop for his. “We could go and get some inspiration for our own play. And if we like the club, we can check out the other non-kink specific nights.”

He laced his fingers through yours. “When is the next Pup Night?”

“Uhm…” You picked up your phone, finding the screenshot you had captured last night. You read the date out to him and a new expression came across his face, a sheepish kind of smile forming.

“I’ll be home that week.” He said of the date two weeks in the future.

“Oh, I know.” You said. “But there’s no guarantee that they’ll be done with our application by then. They said that it can take up to a month.”

“A month?” He repeated, eyebrows raised. “They’re super busy with half of Italy applying to get in. This is the place to be, huh?”

“Yeah, getting into your pants was easier than getting into this club.” You teased.

His mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock. “How dare you sully my good name like this. It wasn’t until our fifth date that we slept together. I don’t think that puts me in the category of easy.”

You just smiled. “You can keep telling yourself that you aren’t easy, baby.”

“Anyway, what should I wear?”

“Clearly you’ve gotta wear your collar-”

“Leash?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’d say that it’s the perfect occasion to bring the leash out. And then… Well, we’ve never tried to pair the chastity belt or the tail with clothing before. So the logistics of that- I think we would have to do some experimenting to figure out how that would work.” You said, the uncertainty showing through on your face. “I guess that’s the kind of thing we could Google to find-”

He was turning the laptop around, allowing you to see the screen. “I already did. It’s a whole lot of rubber thongs.”

Your eyes grew wide as you took in the sight of so much flesh, unable to keep yourself from giggling. “Oh, I don’t know if we’re that kinky. I’m gonna need more than one coffee before I can deal with that.”

… … … 

“There is so much ass in here!” Thomas exclaimed over the bass-heavy music coming from the large speakers.

Unlike many of the other people in attendance for Pup Night, your boyfriend had decided against wearing a latex g-string. In the two weeks since sending in your application, he had been able to find an alternate option, something that still allowed him to wear the tail plug.

He was wearing a pair of glossy black vinyl pants - designed for kink with two-way zippers that extended to the very back of the pants. His curved tail poked out from his ass, with the zippers allowing him to hide everything else beneath the plastic material.

He was less covered up on his torso, wearing a mesh top with a black fabric strap running across his chest. This was accessorised with oversized safety pins, the whole look completed by his collar and leash - the end of this you held in your hand.

“You can say that again.” You said to him.

“Alright, there’s so much ass in here.”

You giggled a little. “Doesn’t it remind you of being at work?”

But this club made Måneskin, and every other part of your regular lives, look so very tame. Our Sweet Spot looked like any other nightclub from the outside - while on the inside everyone was taking advantage of the opportunity to fully embrace their kink side. They were relishing in this freedom, showing skin and playing with personas of their own creation.

You were used to your and Thomas’ expression of a puppy kink, and you were fascinated to see how others expressed this identity.

There was so much to see, you could hardly find a place for your eyes to rest. Because you wanted to see all of it, all of the different styles and colours of masks. You were paying attention to the wide variety of tails, so many more unique designs than what you had come across at Sexpo.

This large main room had a familiar floor plan - the dance floor was in the middle of the space, with a bar running along one of the walls. There were dedicated sitting areas with burgundy couches and armchairs for the patrons.

You and Thomas were headed for the bar when you were stalled by a couple crossing your path. One partner was holding the end of a leash and the one on the leash had their hands and knees down on the carpet. They crawled alongside their dom, who showed you a courtesy smile as they passed.

You shared a look with Thomas, the two of you silently acknowledging this extraordinary sight. You let him lead the way to the bar, keeping your hand in his as you got distracted by looking around again. Before you had reached the end of the cue, you had already spotted two more people navigating around the club on all fours.

Once at the front of the line, Thomas ordered your cocktail first. “On the menu there, you’ve got two prices. Is that for different sizes, like at Starbucks?”

“Actually, the lower price is for our members.” The bartender gently corrected.

He quickly looked at you, mouth agape. “Cheaper drinks for members?”

“Something to consider…” The bartender said with a knowing smile.

You appreciated when they didn’t instantly try to upsell you from two drinks to a yearly membership. Instead, they allowed you and Thomas room to breathe.

And that was true to the rest of the club. Despite all of the people in attendance, the area didn’t feel crowded. The only person to invade your personal space was your boyfriend.

You got your drinks and found a spot to stand off to the side. You faced him and raised your glass. “What should we toast to?”

He lifted his bottle of beer into the air, copying you. “New experiences?”

“Yes, here’s to new experiences.” You tapped your glass to the side of his bottle.

“You don’t have to join me in this…” He said as you had your first sip of the green cocktail. “But I would like to drink in celebration of how hot you look in that leather jacket.” He was smiling as he lifted the bottle up to his lips.

He stepped in closer, sliding an arm around your waist so that he could place his hand into the back pocket of your jeans. He was close enough that you could smell cigarettes and the styling products he had applied to his hair to keep it in the same state of rumpled all night.

“I can hardly believe that you aren’t taking advantage of all of that available space on the dance floor.” You told him.

It was something that he was known for - his energetic dancing with movements too big to be contained in small spaces, he needed room to go nuts and have fun. He got less enjoyment from crowded clubs, leaving dance floors if they got too full because he didn’t want to risk his fist-pumping injuring another.

“Maybe if they play a song that I know.” He said, providing you with another surprise. His knowledge of music was unmatched by anyone you had ever met - he had taught you about genres you had never before heard of. It didn’t matter the occasion, if he was asked to put a song on, he always came through with the perfect choice.

You hadn’t recognised any of the dance music that had been playing in the twenty minutes since arriving. But you assumed this was only an issue for you. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to suss out where the DJ booth is and I think they don’t have one. So maybe this is just some really obscure Spotify playlist.” He said. “Think about it, who is coming here to see a kick-ass DJ set? It’s not about playing the hottest tracks. No, this music is just a soundtrack for grinding.”

You hadn’t considered it like that before - now you looked over the dance floor in a new way. You couldn’t deny that his enthusiastic jigging would have him sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other patrons. Nobody was showing off their voguing skills, nor was anybody jumping around with the ecstasy of getting to hear their favourite song. 

You realised that the music was inconsequential. It didn’t matter what the lyrics were saying (you couldn’t quite figure out if the few words were being sung in Italian, or English, or something else), so long as the horny people had a beat that they could move their bodies to.

“That’s a very eloquent way to put it, caro.” You complimented.

“So, do you wanna?” He asked, eyebrows raised as he nodded to the direction of the dance floor.

“Hm?”

“Is the music providing you with any kind of inspiration?”

You smiled knowingly and shortened his leash by winding more of it around your fist. “Are you looking to get your grind on?”

“Yeah, can I entice you into that?”

“Sure thing, honey.”

He led you to an available spot on the dance floor, bobbing his head to the beat. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t heard this song before, he could quickly get into the rhythm and he turned to you with a smile.

There was no reason to hold back, you stepped forward to place one of your feet between where his were planted and you pushed your body into his. This wasn’t like when you went out in a group of friends, having to hold back because of a sense of modesty and understanding that public displays of affection were usually frowned upon.

It also wasn’t the same as getting a night out for just the two of you, wherein there was an underlying threat of someone recognising him. If anyone in here thought that his face looked familiar, they wouldn’t have the opportunity to record any of the nastiness you shared. The club had a condition of entry for phones to be checked at the cloakroom, no one could be photographed. There were no consequences that could come from this night, your boyfriend could enjoy the freedoms of anonymity - an indulgence that was getting rarer with seemingly every passing week.

You could grind your hips on his and let your hands wander without worrying about what someone else might think of you. Everyone around you was far too preoccupied to pay attention to you.

You let the music take up only a fraction of your focus as you continued to behave like a tourist, taking in all of the brand new sights with great curiosity. Amongst the many kissing couples, you saw riding crops striking asses. You saw someone with a gag strapped to their face, in the place of the typical ball, a bright red bone kept their lips parted. A lot of people had chosen to cover their nipples with tape, as opposed to putting a shirt on, their exposed breasts decorated with glitters and eye-catching jewels.

Everywhere that you happened to look served as a reminder that this wasn’t a regular bar, served as an invitation to indulge in what you usually kept strictly in the bedroom. It was all as lustful as you had hoped.

Thomas was looking around as well, giving you an insight of what he was thinking when he leaned in closer to ask you a question. “How sweaty do you think those hoods are?”

You followed his line of sight to where a masked individual was dancing. Their entire head was covered by a leather hood, with only their eyes showing, their identity had disappeared behind the protruding dog’s snout. The accessory was completed by the pair of ears on either side of the head.

“Extremely sweaty.” You said. “But you don’t have to worry because I would literally never put you in anything like that.” He looked away from the black and red mask. “I wouldn’t even dream of covering up this beautiful face.” He smiled as he raised his bottle for a sip of beer. “Why would I deprive myself like that?

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to do this…” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, keeping the contact quick in the effort of avoiding any transference of the dark lipstick you wore. “Or this…” You kissed his other cheek. “And where would I be if I couldn’t do this?”

The next kiss went to the tip of his nose, which brought a wide grin to his face. You felt the arm that he had been holding around your waist tighten. You didn’t resist or instruct him to slow down, instead you just enjoyed how his body felt on yours - the rhythm your hips worked at was beginning to give you ideas.

“And how could I pass up an opportunity to do this?” You asked before kissing him on the lips. You could have given more (that was a very tempting thought), but you made it chaste, keeping the moisture to a minimum. When you pulled back, you saw him take a moment before opening his eyes. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get any of my lipstick on you.”

“Why would I be worried about that?” He asked as you downed the last mouthful of your Midori cocktail. “You can get your lipstick all over me, I think that would look great. I would love that.”

“Yeah, I bet you would.” You said, draping your arms around his neck. “But I’m not about to ruin my makeup less than an hour into the night.”

“So it’s a timing kind of thing, I have to wait until it gets past a certain time to be able to kiss you?”

You grinned at him. “Yep, let’s say that’s what it is.”

“When can I kiss you?”

“Oh, I’m not gonna just tell you, lover.”

You put an end to any further discussion of this by spinning yourself around. With your back to him, you popped your ass out, driving this against his crotch. You slightly relaxed your hold on his leash, letting the chain hang down the front of your body with the handle looped around one of your wrists. You rolled your hips back, timing your movements to the quick beat, until you felt him moving with you again.

His arm went around your middle again, his hand firmly pressed to your stomach. You were finding that the colourful and shiny crowd were posing less of a distraction, you were just concentrating on this intimate embrace with your boyfriend. You felt free to explore more, absolutely thrilled by the fact that you didn’t need to stop anytime soon.

You wondered if he knew how sexy he was when being teased. There was something about it that shifted the dynamic between the two of you and it made your heart pump faster.

It sounded to you that the electronic beats were getting quicker, seeming to be building to that moment when the bass dropped for the song to come to an exciting conclusion. Bending your knees, you started to slide down his front, letting your butt rub against him as you went.

There was a look in his eyes - one that you were very familiar with. It was the same look that he gave you when you had just finished tying a knot in the shibari rope. Or when you got out the bottle of lube.

You placed your hand on his leg, beginning to trail it upwards. Before you could get too high, you were distracted by a multi-coloured flashing coming into your peripheral vision. You turned your head, discovering the source to be LED lights embedded in the caster wheels of someone’s wheelchair. As you watched them wheel past, you noticed the two neon leashes they had in one hand, they were going in different directions. One was tethered to a pup who was leading the way, the other secured to the person pushing the chair.

The bright trio made their way over to an elevator, which you had taken for granted upon first spotting it. Now, with one hand wrapped around the back of Thomas’ knee, you noticed a wall-mounted directory beside the buttons. From your current vantage point, the words were too small to be read. But you wanted to know what they said.

You wondered what you were missing out on. You needed to follow through with your plan to see as much as you could in this adventure.

You stood up, pulling on Thomas’ leash until his face was almost touching yours. “I wanna go upstairs. Are you ready to come with me?”

“Upstairs?” He repeated, casting his eyes up as if expecting to see a mezzanine overlooking this area. But the only thing to be seen was the wallpapered roof. “I totally didn’t realise there were other floors.”

“Well there are and I don’t know what’s up there, but I wanna find out.” You said.

“Sex. That’s what’s going on up there, the sexy times.”

“Right. Do you wanna check it out with me?”

His mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything at first. He scratched his cheek as his eyes went over to the mechanical doors, then he looked at you and back again, seeming to need extra time to find his words. “I- yeah, I do want- yeah, well we can… ahem…”

You put your hands on his cheeks, getting him to look into your eyes. “Tom, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. The whole point of coming here was to have fun and we can experiment within what we’re comfortable with. I brought you here to arouse you, not make you cringe.” He nodded as he listened. “I’m having fun dancing, we can keep dancing.”

He put his hands over yours, wrapping his fingers around them. “No, I want to go and I think that we should.” It felt like he was squeezing a bit tighter than usual. “But I’m just- I don’t know how I’m gonna react and I’m worried that it’ll- what if it’s embarrassing?”

You linked your fingers with his, silently taking in this moment and letting him squirm because that was what he felt he needed to do. You understood that he was only allowing you to see this vulnerable side because he felt safe with you. And you had to show him that you could rise to this occasion - just as he had done for you so many times.

“Embarrassing for who?” You asked. “I don’t know how I’m gonna react either. But we won’t know unless we try.”

He took a deep breath. “That is true. And we’re just trying it…”

“Exactly. We can just walk in and do a lap and leave if it’s not okay. Or we can sit, we can sit far away from everyone else.” You said, you let go of one of his hands and started to turn your body in the direction of the elevator. “We can hold hands the whole time. And nothing else, nothing unless you want to.”

He started to walk with you. “We can use the traffic light system.”

“Yes, we definitely will use that. Good puppy.”

There was a worker standing by the elevator's control panel, they looked friendly as you approached. Before you could begin to read the directory, they were showing you their open palm, getting you to slow down. “Sorry guys, no alcohol past here.”

“Well I’m done anyways…” You added your empty cup to the tray positioned on a shelf beside the worker.

Thomas held his bottle up to eye-level, considering the liquid left and shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, that’s about half.”

He placed the bottle to his lips and threw his head back. Without pausing, he swallowed down the remaining beer in a series of greedy gulps. You watched, wondering how much this quick intake of alcohol would affect him as the night unfolded.

Once the beer was gone, he placed the bottle into the provided tray. He was out of breath but he smiled. “Ready to rock ‘n’ roll.”

There were four levels that made up Our Sweet Spot - the parking lot beneath where you currently stood and two upper floors described by a single word each.

Public.

Private.

You pressed the button, holding Thomas’ hand. The doors started to slide open and the worker nodded to you. “Enjoy the rest of your night, guys.”

It was just the two of you in the elevator.

“I think it’s good that the sexy rooms are upstairs, instead of down.” He remarked as you began to travel upwards. “It breaks that cliché of a sex dungeon.”

“Yeah, I hate it when I go to a sex club and all that I see are clichés.” You said, making him laugh.

The doors opened to this new floor and he took the first step forward, with you hurrying into motion again. You had no idea what to expect.

This large room wasn’t very well lit - you supposed the dim lighting and the shadows were to create a mysteriously sexy atmosphere.

At first it didn’t seem so different to where you had just been. The music was quieter, but still present. The way that you could hear people talking and laughing together kept you from separating from the feeling that you were just in a club.

But as you took some more (slow) steps into the room, the change in environment began to properly dawn on you. Instead of having a dance floor, this area was filled with more burgundy sofas and other comfortable-looking seats. Everyone was sitting, either in pairs, or in some sort of group.

Unlike when you were downstairs, you were no longer interested in what these patrons were wearing. Seeing someone having their dick sucked quickly got your attention off of cool body harnesses. Your grip on your boyfriend’s hand intensified and you followed your first reflex, which dictated that you look away.

But looking in another direction only resulted in you seeing a different variation of someone giving head. A fellow club-goer had a partner sitting between their parted knees, who was performing cunnilingus. This time, with slightly less shock in your reaction, you decided to keep looking. You watched how the receiver was biting their lip and gently playing with their lover’s hair. It seemed sweet, and authentic, not done for the enjoyment of any kind of audience.

“We should find a seat.” Thomas told you. As you nodded your head, you wondered if his tone sounded more tense now, or were you projecting?

There was a walkway that wound through the groups of seats and he led the way. Nobody was noticing the two of you, they were all entirely absorbed in their own interactions - from sharing passionate kisses, to giving a hand job or grinding on a partner’s lap.

Against the wall, he found an unoccupied sofa. There was a couple making out in the seat beside you and directly opposite to you another couple were stretched all over a couch. They were lying down, spooning and kissing in a way that reminded you of movie night at home.

As you got settled on the sofa, you placed your hand on Thomas’ knee. “What colour is your light?”

It took a moment for him to move his eyes off of a person bent over the arm of a nearby chair, having their bare butt spanked. “Green.” He told you.

“Me too.” You said, playing with the length of his leash.

He shuffled in closer, pressing the side of his body to yours, until you could feel his body heat through your clothes. You pulled your arms free of the jacket, placing it behind you before returning your hand to his knee. He took advantage of this change, placing his fingers to your wrist. With both hands, he slowly moved up, exploring the skin left exposed by your tank top.

You started to look around the room, taking in all of the intimacy on display. Removing your jacket hadn’t allowed you to cool down much as you spent longer staring at each explicit act.

You watched a couple where one person was vigorously sucking on their partner’s fingers as they were offered. They pumped their fingers quickly, wearing a satisfied smile as they watched their sub maintain suction.

You reached your hand up, pushing it into Thomas’ hair because you needed something to keep your own fingers busy, something other than shoving three of them into his mouth because it was getting difficult to think of anything else. You were suddenly filled with memories, able to clearly recall how he had looked when you had given him your fingers to suck. Always when you were in the throes of passion, with his eyes looking a little dazed, as he rode that edge of bliss. This action had been required when you had overnight guests in your home because he couldn’t be counted on to come quietly.

You didn’t let these memories merely pass you by - you indulged them, unpacked them. Soon you were thinking about the things you did that made it impossible for him to stay silent, all while watching this pair of strangers enjoy their oral fixation. Your blood was pumping through your body faster as you made a mental list of the many ways you could make him want to be very loud.

Making him beg to have his cock released from the chastity cage. Using a vibrator in his ass to get the most deliriously happy orgasm from him. Hitting his perfect ass until he was yelping. Licking him until he was a needy, whimpering mess.

His fingers finished their journey up your arm, loosely holding onto your bicep and he kissed you on the exposed part of your shoulder. You felt a little out of breath as you turned your head to look at him.

There were no words that you wanted to share, instead you kissed him. You held no consideration for the transfer of your lipstick, not now that your brain was overflowing with depraved thoughts. It had an intoxicating effect when combined with the sensuality all around you.

You sucked his top lip into your mouth as you readjusted how you were holding onto him. You wrapped one arm around his back, placing this hand amongst his hair. Your other hand went to just above his knee.

He was smiling as you separated, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s time to kiss you now?”

“Yes, it is.” You said, stroking your fingers through his hair. “Good things come to those who wait, honey.”

He licked his lips and placed a hand to your cheek, using this to draw you in for more kisses. You were tasting beer as you moved your hand higher onto his thigh, squeezing a little.

As his tongue teased your lips apart, you trailed your other hand to the nape of his neck. You let the tips of your fingers play across the skin above his collar. You were tapping into each other’s bodies, with you rubbing his neck while his tongue rubbed at the roof of your mouth. You drew patterns across his skin, enjoying the feel of his reactions.

The kiss was broken and he leaned in closer with a shiver. He placed his mouth next to your ear. “You give me tingles when you touch my neck like that…”

You didn’t remove your hand, just smiling. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s like tingles all the way down my spine, the feeling is totally irresistible…”

“Really?” You repeated, leaning in closer to him. “Just from my hand?” You were bowing your head down. “But what if I…?”

You placed your fingers under his chin, gently easing his head back. Then you filled in this available space with your face, and kissed him on the neck.

This time he didn’t shiver. He let out a dreamy sigh and lifted his leg, draping it across your lap. You tightened your arm around him, applying chaste kisses on his throat - some of them left lipstick prints, almost like you wanted to mark your territory.

As you were working, your eyelids fluttered open. Beyond his body, you noticed the couple in the armchair next to you. They had changed their positions, no longer just kissing. Now you were seeing a blow job being performed. You curiously watched the technique of the giver as you continued to kiss Thomas’ throat.

You kept checking the progress of the fellatio as you started to suck on Thomas’ skin a little. Your goal wasn’t to leave hickeys, you simply had to do more, you needed the next level. You slipped your hand down from his neck, onto his chest. You caressed and groped him over his mesh shirt, prompting him to arch his back, looking to get even closer to your body.

You sat up, keeping your eyes on the blow job. “How badly are you wishing I would do something like that to you?”

He followed your line of sight, putting an arm around your waist as he looked at your neighbours. You continued to stroke his chest, watching the blow job with him.

But he looked away before orgasm could be reached. His interest moved elsewhere and he nodded his head to the lounge directly opposite you. You turned to where the cuddling couple had been lying earlier.

It was the same couple as before, but their spooning had grown more intense. The person lying in front had the hand of their partner buried into their shorts. You saw the crotch of their pants bulging, the material twitching and dancing to a frantic rhythm. You licked your lips, your eyes growing wide as you watched what were familiar movements.

“Actually, I’d rather do something like that to you.” Thomas said of the fingering.

It felt like the two of you were looking through a living and breathing catalogue. You could peruse the many sexual acts as effortlessly as you could flick through the pages of a catalogue, reviewing it all until you found the thing that jumped to the top of your wishlist.

You looked at him, feeling how your heart had started fluttering. You followed the line of his jaw with your fingertips. “Should we head home and take care of that impulse you’re having?”

“Home?” He repeated, a quizzical look on his face. “We’re gonna leave the sex club to go and have sex?”

“Well I didn’t want to just assume…”

“I think we should check out the private suites, don’t you? In the spirit of experimenting and just trying things out, right?”

You smiled and nodded your head, pleased to see that he had seemingly found his footing in this environment. “Right.”

Without hesitation, he got to his feet. He grabbed your jacket in one hand, before offering to help you up with the other. You were filled with excitement, ready to share all of the horny thoughts that had been building up in your mind.

You placed the loop at the end of his leash around your wrist and followed his steps to the elevator. You admired as much as there was to see on your way out. Someone was performing an impromptu striptease for a couch full of people, the puppy hood remaining on their head as everything else was being shed.

You and Thomas stepped into the empty elevator, then you pressed the button to take you up to the next floor. He smiled at you as you placed an arm around his waist. You rubbed your hand across the small of his back before reaching down lower, until you could wrap your hand around his temporary tail.

He drew in a quick inhale, seeming to be able to predict what you were planning to do. And he didn’t try to stop you, just biting into his lip when you found the plug’s hidden button. It offered less options than the Bluetooth-connected control panel on your phone, but it vibrated and that was all you really needed.

Under the elevator lights, you could see how the look in his eyes had changed as you leaned in closer. As you kissed him, you took your hand off of the tail, the lowest setting of vibrations would be enough for right now.

The doors slid open to a much quieter room, but with equally dim lighting. Walking out of the elevator you saw the tall check-in desk on the right. This was the main feature of the room, which quickly became a corridor. You felt less like you were in a night club, now you were being reminded of visiting a hotel.

The clerk behind the counter showed you a bright smile (far happier and more polite than any hotel worker you had ever come across in all of your travelling).  “Hey guys, how can I help?”

“Are there any rooms available?” You asked.

“Indeed there are. Can I just get your names to check in our database?” They asked and you provided both hands as Thomas quietly stood half a step behind you, keeping his eyes down. “Here’s your access card.” They gestured to the hallway full of shut doors. “You’ll be in suite thirteen. If you run into issues, we have a comm’s system and you can hit the button to get through to our staff and they will come to help you straight away. Condoms are provided and we have both latex and non-latex in case you have any allergies. Play safely and we hope you enjoy the rest of your night here.”

“Thanks so much.” You said.

The hallway had better lighting, and you led the way past the other numbered doors. Your suite sat somewhere in the middle, with more doors running along the corridor, exceeding number thirteen.

The key-card unlocked the door and you stepped in, Thomas close behind you. It was a straight- forward room, the only piece of furniture was a large, four poster bed, covered with white sheets. He shut the door and you let go of his leash, walking forward to get a proper look at the space. There were some shelves mounted on the wall beside the bed and you recognised the row of candles lined across the top as fakes, the light coming from an LED light, programmed to flicker. The phrase ‘play safely’ echoed in your mind, and you saw the multiple packs of condoms on the next shelf.

“I swear to God, our bedroom has never smelled this clean.” He said, crossing the floor. He peaked through an open door, opposite to where you had entered. “Oh cool, we’ve got our own crapper.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Don’t say crapper right now, caro.”

He turned to face where you had sat down on the mattress. “No?”

“No- sure, it’s good to know there’s a toilet in here. But this is the time when we should be having dirty talk, not gross-out talk.”

“My bad.” He said with a sheepish smile. “What kind of dirty talk?”

“I wanna hear how you’re feeling.” You said as he joined you on the mattress, needing to take extra precautions when it came to sitting down with the plug in his ass. “I wanna know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you- I’m not thinking a lot of thoughts right now.” He said and you cupped his face in your hands. “But I feel pretty great.”

“Do you think that’s because of the buzz from the beer and the buzzing your plug is doing?” You asked.

He licked his lips. “Partially. But it’s mostly because I’m glad that it’s just you and me again.”

“Me too.” You said, smiling as you leaned in to kiss him. “So, you truly aren’t wishing you were having your cock sucked like that guy in the other room?”

“It’s not that I would turn a blow job down.” He said. “In fact, the day that I refuse a blow job, is the day you need to call the paramedics because I would be dying, or I might already be dead.” You laughed. “Truly, I’m still thinking about touching you, feeling you and finding out how you’re feeling, how all of this has been affecting you.”

You allowed him a few more kisses before pulling back a little. “That’s not what I’m thinking. Because, do you see these bed posts?” He glanced at the bed frame. “They’re giving me ideas…” You started to unbuckle your leather belt. “The last time we had a proper play session, you were only allowed to use your hands…” You pulled the belt free from the loops of your ripped jeans. “How do you feel about doing the opposite?”

There was a sparkle in his eyes as he looked back at you. “Do you want to tie my hands to this bed?”

“I would love to do that, if it’s okay with you. Obviously it wouldn’t be as fancy as what I could do with the supplies we’ve got at home. But I still think we could have a lot of fun.” You said.

He grinned, sitting up on his knees, clearly ready to move as you dictated. “Alright, let’s have some fun, babe.”

“Wrists.”

But he hesitated, stopping himself before extending his arms to you. “Did you want me to take my clothes off first?”

“Nope.” You said simply. You held your belt in one hand, reaching around him with the other. You gently took the tail in your hand and his body visibly quivered when you set the vibrations to the next level of intensity. “With these pants, that’s not necessary. And I wouldn’t want to get you out of this outfit, not yet. ‘Cause I love you like this.”

You ran your hand up from the nape of his neck, to the back of his head, able to bring him in closer like this. You heard him take in a quick, excited breath when you kissed him, before he melted into it. You could feel the hunger in how he kissed you back, his tongue moving forward to meet yours. He started to lean his body weight into yours, placing a hand tenderly to your cheek.

But you resumed your position of power by putting both hands on his shoulders. You used this to guide him, moving him back, until he was laid out on the bed.

He started to stretch his arms up, above his head. On your knees, you moved over, closer to the corner post you had chosen for him to get tethered to. He put his wrists together and you checked that there weren’t any twists in the belt.

“The way that you look tonight, I am absolutely obsessed.” You said, lining the middle of the belt up under his wrists. “You’re the best, sexiest, most gorgeous puppy in this place.”

He looked up at you as you wrapped the leather strap around his wrists. “I don’t know if I’d say the best.”

“That’s fine, I wasn’t asking your opinion.”

“I just think there are people here who look far more impressive. Like, they are turning actual looks. They put a lot of money into their fetish gear. And the dedication to put on a full bodysuit of latex, or wearing a mask that covers your whole head for the whole night? I doubt I could ever do that…”

You started to manipulate the end of the belt into a knot against the bed’s post. “And you don’t need to. It doesn’t matter what other accessories any of those pups’ have, there is literally nothing that I would add to your outfit, ‘cause nothing needs to be added.” You sat back once he was attached to the bedframe. As you looked at him, you stroked your hand across his forehead. “Looking at you right now, I’m seeing the perfect bottom bitch.”

This brought a small smile to his face. “Your bottom bitch.”

“That’s right. Now, are your hands and arms comfortable like this?” You asked.

His response was immediate. “Yes.”

“Can you tell me a colour?” You asked.

He met your eyes and he looked so determined, putting his full confidence into the word as he said it. “Green.”

You smiled and swooped down to give him a quick kiss, standing up before things could escalate. “Good. ‘Cause I’m about to make you feel like the best pup.”

His eyes remained on you, watching as you went over to the shelves. Amongst what was on offer, you spotted the brand of condoms that you regularly bought. You plucked one out of the box, placing it on the bed before beginning to take your boots off. You weren’t concerned with getting fully naked, but you knew that skinny-fit jeans wouldn’t be conducive to the things you were planning to do.

Once your pants and underwear were gone, you returned to the bed, mounting your boyfriend, sitting on the top of his thighs. He looked at you, his eyes bigger than before, his excitement clear. The vinyl material of his pants was hot, sticking to the insides of your legs.

You undid the button, then grabbed the zipper tab, pulling it down until you could see his black underwear. You moved the waistband down, making room for you to reach your hand inside. He bit into his bottom lip as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, pulling his boner free.

You picked up the single condom and his breath started to come in quicker as you covered his erection with latex. Once it was on, your eyes flashed up to his face and you saw him watching, his lips parted now. He was waiting, concentrating with such intensity that you could tell he was no longer thinking of anyone else in this building - not to compare outfits, not to picture certain acts.

You rocked yourself forward and tightened your legs around him. You lined your crotch up with his, using your hand to guide his cock between your labia majora, pointing directly to the ceiling for the moment. You felt warmth bloom throughout your body at this pressure now resting against your clit, beginning to invite in sensitivities as you felt your body differently to how you had been inhabiting it all night.

The smile on your face grew when you leaned forward, indulging in more pressure on your clit as you reached down. Your thumb went back to the control button on his tail, this time you increased the vibrations by two levels. You felt his body grow more rigid beneath you in response. And with an arch of his back, his shaft was pressed more firmly against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you listened to him give a little whimper.

You straightened up and lifted yourself a bit, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. You moved forward again, until you were in the right spot to push his tip inside. You lowered yourself, more of his shaft disappearing into you. You gasped as he writhed between your clenched thighs.

That triumph of pleasure was blossoming in you, your excitements no longer contained. You jerked your hips forward, feeling a greater stretch around him.

“Best puppy ever.” You purred.

He pushed back against your thrusts, as you grinded down with all of your body weight, increasing the impact of every collision. You grabbed for his leash, wrapping it around your fist as you sought for the perfect pacing.

“Me first.” You said, making sure the authority in your voice was clear. “Are you gonna wait for your turn to come, puppy?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I will.” He whined.

You stroked your pussy up-and-down his cock, your walls beginning to clench as you aimed to conclude each thrust with your hips pressed to his. He kept his eyes shut, concentrating on the movements as he allowed you to work his body over as you desired.

Your sensitivities grew and you started to gain speed as more of your body responded to these heavenly sensations. Looking down at him in his current state made you go even faster as he inspired a greater need within you. You tightened your grip on the leash, eliminating any unnecessary slack in the length of chain.

Everything was feeding into your arousal as your walls uncontrollably clenched around him. He was struggling for breath and there was a sheen of sweat on his face as he kept rutting up into you.

You were both recklessly pursuing that climax, with him wearing the effects of your lust already, his pale skin had been dirtied with smears of your dark lipstick. You leaned a little further forward, getting closer to watch his reactions to your energetic rocking. In this moment he was (in every possible sense) yours and that knowledge made your heart swell in your chest. It also made you want to take everything you could from him, using his body to fulfil the needs that wouldn’t exist without him.

You had shifted into a frenzied pace, your body growing tenser as the time for recovery between thrusts rapidly shrank.  The chain rattled, a musical tinkling as all of your power went into your hips jolting.

“Yes, slut.” You hissed, beginning to lose yourself in the perfect tempo your bodies were sharing. “Give it to me, juh-just like that.”

You kept your hips in motion as you sought his tail out with your shaking hand. You turned the vibrations up another notch, rewarded by hearing a choked sob from him.

You watched him, leaning in close to him as you started to feel the climax dawning upon you. You were filled with awe at the sight of your entirely perfect puppy.

The orgasm arrived, immediately making all of the muscles in your body melt. You were overwhelmed by the glory of this pleasure, moaning loudly as you experienced only bliss.

His voice broke as he murmured words of encouragement, keeping you as his main focus. He didn’t seem to be able to keep himself still in this moment, writhing and giving little bucks from under you. All of which prevented you from fully coming down from your orgasm, he was making you feel as if your nerves were charged with electrical currents.

You threw your head back with a gasp, seeing that slightly-dazed look in his eyes as he looked at you. You couldn’t help yourself, turning the vibrations up, to the sounds of his wordless whines. Then you were looking at the whites of his eyes, until his eyelids fluttered shut.

You hadn’t been keeping track of how many times you had pressed the button on his tail, meaning that he might be struggling to maintain his composure through the most intense vibrations.

You sat up, watching how rapidly his chest was rising-and-falling. You could tell that he was right on the edge of falling apart. You slowed how you were rocking your hips into him, but you weren’t very interested in going easy on him yet - not while you were too excited to come down from your peak.

You secured even more thrilling heights of pleasure by slapping your fingers against your pussy, colliding with your clitoris. You were both left reeling from this and it would have been impossible to judge who had shouted louder. You saw fireworks popping in front of your eyes as your cunt squeezed harder on him.

You were stunned, hardly recovered from the first full-body quake before striking your clit again. The stinging was immediately over-ridden by satisfaction and you were inspired to keep going, leaving your boyfriend to wail. His legs spasmed as he was rocked to his core, the limbs flailing restlessly.

“Fuck, fuck.” He burst out.

You watched him squirming and you counted this orgasm as just for you. It was intensely personal, with a complete disregard of how many other bodies had been fucked on this bed.

You slapped your cunt a few more times, until the squeeze on his dick was too much and he became ruined by the climax. He arched his back into you, his face scrunched up in the effort. He shouted through another crack in his voice, then groaned, going limp.

You moved off of him immediately - to finally get your chance to start coming down. You could feel the adrenaline starting to leave your body as you removed the belt from around his wrists. You grabbed his knee and tugged on it until he rolled onto his side, allowing you to grab the tail. You turned the vibrations off before taking the plug out, listening to his laboured breaths.

You collapsed onto the bed next to him, shutting your eyes at once. You lifted your arm when you felt him moving in closer and he laid his head on your flattened chest.

“I love you, amore.” He said in a husky voice.

You smiled, still enjoying the after effects of so much pleasure. “I love you too.”

… … … 

You didn’t hang around the club for much longer, not after achieving more than you had hoped to accomplish in the very first visit. Thomas wanted to take a shower and you were ready to fall asleep, so an Uber was ordered.

You sat in the backseat of the car, one hand outstretched towards him, your fingers intertwined with his. You held your phone in your other hand, scrolling through the updates you had missed on Instagram without much interest.

“I think that when we go back…” He started to say.

At once you looked over at him, a smile developing on your lips. Your heart fluttered a little as you admired him in the dim lighting cast from the streets beyond. You were enthused by his sense of adventure.

You thought that he looked sexier now than he had at the beginning of the night. His hair was no longer purposefully styled, it was simply a bird's nest-level of chaos. The thick black liner applied under his eyes had streaks, tracks of darkness spilling down his cheeks. Not to mention your lipstick prints still decorating his skin. He was a masterpiece created by the collision of your desires.

His appearance gave you tingles, keeping you warmed by the flames of passion because you were instantaneously being reminded of what the two of you had just done. What he had allowed you to do and what he wanted to repeat.

“Obviously we’ll go back for Pup Night, but I-”

You jumped in to take a stab at finishing his thought. “You wanna wear a rubber thong?”

“Actually, I was thinking that would be more your style.” He said, making you chuckle. “No. I would like to socialise a bit more. We were very much sticking to just us tonight, which was pretty natural for our first time, I’d say. But we could get to talking and maybe meet some cool people and get some more, uhm, kink resources. Like, maybe there’s a bunch of really cool shops right under our noses that they could tell us about.”

“Oh, so you wanna ask where they bought their rubber thongs from?”

“Exactly.” He said with a smile, giving your fingers a little squeeze.

He was already lusting for more and you couldn’t wait to see what came next for the two of you.

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