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[payingguestaccommodation]

Top 10 Tips for a Comfortable and Safe Paying Guest Stay

When it comes to finding a comfortable and safe paying guest stay, there are several factors that you need to consider. Whether you are a student, a working professional, or someone who is moving to a new city, finding the right PG accommodation can make a huge difference in your overall experience. In this blog, we will share the top 10 tips for a comfortable and safe paying guest stay.

Location: The first and foremost thing to consider while looking for a PG accommodation is the location. You should look for a PG that is located in a safe and convenient area. You can search for "ladies PG near me", "paying guest for gents near me", or "PG near me for male" to find the options available in your area.

Safety and Security: Safety and security should be your top priority when it comes to finding a PG accommodation. Make sure that the PG has proper security measures in place, such as CCTV cameras, security guards, and secure entry and exit points.

Cleanliness: A clean and hygienic environment is essential for a comfortable stay. Make sure that the PG is well-maintained and regularly cleaned.

Amenities: Look for a PG that offers all the necessary amenities, such as Wi-Fi, hot water, laundry facilities, and a fully-equipped kitchen. This will make your stay more comfortable and convenient.

Room Size: The size of the room is also an important factor to consider. Make sure that the room is spacious enough to accommodate all your belongings and has proper ventilation.

Rent: The rent of the PG should be within your budget. You can compare the rent of different PGs in your area to find the best option.

Food: If the PG offers food, make sure that it is hygienic and nutritious. You can also opt for a PG that allows you to cook your own food.

House Rules: Make sure that you are aware of the house rules of the PG before you move in. This will help you avoid any conflicts with the other residents.

Reviews: Read reviews of the PG before finalizing your decision. This will give you an idea of the experiences of other residents and help you make an informed decision.

Communication: Communication is key when it comes to staying in a PG. Make sure that you communicate effectively with the other residents and the PG owner to ensure a comfortable stay.

In conclusion, finding a comfortable and safe paying guest stay requires careful consideration of several factors. By following the tips mentioned above, you can find the right PG accommodation that meets all your needs and ensures a pleasant stay. So, whether you are looking for a "ladies PG near me", "paying guest for gents near me", or "PG near me for male", keep these tips in mind to make the right choice.

[shubhambaba]

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[thesirencult]

X-MAS WITH YOUR FS.

PART 1 : UNDER

THE MISTLETOE

Kisses With Your FS

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We are in a holiday mood ladies and gents! I decided to create a series of holiday readings centered around our FS. The kiss under the mistletoe, what gift your future spouse would buy you, spending holidays with them, a Christmas getaway etc.

Sit back with your hot cocoa and relax !

Santa came early this year 🦌

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PILE 1

Kissing with your FS feels like home. Their hands wrapped around your waist remind you of hallmark movies you watched when you were a young kid, fantasizing about that kiss under the mistletoe.

Your FS is gentle and caring. They are all sugar, no spice and their kisses show just that.

Love, adoration and dedication. Your FS will kiss you slowly. Sometimes they will steal a kiss while putting up the lights and while you are baking cookies. They will always keep it PG, especially if others are present.

Your FS reminds me of Ryan from Castle. He is honourable, simple and affectionate yet super smart and ready to kick some a$$ if he needs to. They could actually look like him or if they are a woman they will be fair skinned and have light eyes, even if they are brown they will be on the lighter side. Also, if they are a woman they would be a lot like Sookie from True Blood.

Remember what I said about the spice? I take it back, a tiny bit. They can get spicy but in the most sweetest way. They are good boys/girls/theys. The type you take home to mama. They could even work in the military/fire department/police force.

Kissing them will make you feel safe and secure. No one would ever be able to take that feeling away from you both. Give em a peck from me too. They for sure deserve it !

Under the mistletoe they will get giddy and excited. Their smile is amazing, like Colgate type of smile and you will love seeing how happy they get around you and right before they kiss you. They will look like a schoolgirl/schoolboy, a kid stealing a cookie from the jar. Stealing kisses is how they will show how naughty they are. I just know who wears the pants in this relationship and news flash, it is not them, lol.

PILE 2

I can tell you one thing before I say anything about kissing.

Your FS finds you adorable. See that cat in the picture ? All cuddled up, not a care in the world, not a single thought behind those sleepy eyes.

Within every room you are the main event, at least for them. Actually, your FS will love kissing you when you are sleepy.

In general, the way you will find safety in their arms and ignore the whole world will drive them crazy. This shows me that your the way your FS kisses will make you feel loved and safe. It will also make you feel like a playful kitten. Your FS could be masculine (doesn't have to be a man) and they will make you feel safe to express your vulnerability and femininity.

They will not only love kissing your lips, they will love kissing your whole face and your hands/fingers. They will want to eat you up.

For them it will be pretty funny you melt into their arms cause you could be a very feisty person but with them you turn into a big baby.

I'm seeing a meme with a cat fighting with another cat and then going back to their mother and cuddling up like a baby.

Others will be like "Girl/boy/they who are you trying to fool?" And your person will say "Shhh they are sleeping. Don't mess with my baby." Meanwhile, over their shoulder you give the other person a hiss, lol.

Are you my "black cat 🐈‍⬛ energy" pile ? Well your person might be a whole tiger cause they seem to be thinking you are harmless and deserve every little kiss. This is giving "I'm a bad boy but I'll be good only with you." trope. Also, major Morticia and Gomez vibes. Height difference might be huge.

(Yup, that below is indeed you.)

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 16: Erase

Summary:

Some things you just can't erase.

Rating: G/PG

The Ink Demon crouched down before the cell towers, gouging marks into the dirt floor with his claws. He could still feel the harsh lacerations of the electrical currents piercing his skin. The last time he had felt such pain was outside the cycle... however long that was.

The towers stood silently by- an ominous beacon warding off potential intruders against what might be locked inside the Gent headquarters. The memories of Wilson's tampering brought a vivid image back to him. His heart began to pound as he finally dropped his gaze from the structures. What was this foreign feeling?

He looked down at his hands to find sizable marks in the floor. No, that couldn't be possible. He wasn't... scared. Was he?

He growled, casting a resentful glower toward the towers. His muscles grew taut as if he expected the towers to spark back to life. How could he be certain they wouldn't? The only course of action to make certain of that was to destroy them. Yes, that would make this feeling go away.

Before he could pull himself to standing, footsteps echoed down the open space toward him. Without even needing to turn around, he knew who it was. "Audrey," He acknowledged shortly, never taking his attention off the cell towers.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you," Audrey replied, coming up to stand beside him.

He stepped to the side. Audrey had a habit for getting too close. It was rather bothersome that she didn't appear to be afraid of him anymore.

"What are you doing down here?" Audrey murmured, following his gaze. Ink found her tone to be unreadable.

”Thinking,” He answered with a rumble. His claws were just itching to tear those looming pillars down to the ground.

”You seem tense,” Audrey commented and stepped in front of him. He loomed over her, but her face was void of any trace of fear. Her golden eyes scrutinized him with a notable frown.

”I’m not.”

”Your posture says otherwise.”

”Drop it, Audrey.” His patience was already wearing thin.

”What’s wrong?”

”Nothing—“

”You never come down here. Why now? Is there something bothering—“

The Ink Demon thrust his face just inches from hers with a sharp growl. Audrey took a step back, sudden fear in her eyes. “I’m here to get rid of those,” was all he gurgled as he shouldered past her. Don’t show weakness.

He could feel Audrey’s eyes trained on him from behind as he paused in front of one of the towers. A haphazard wall had been constructed around it in the form of a barrier with only the tip of the towers poking out above it.

He bunched his muscles and leapt. His claws sliced into the metal with a sickening screech as his momentum brought him back down to the ground.

Piece by piece he dismantled the wall until the tower and its control panel were uncovered. He prepared his final assault before his body froze in place. His mind wanted to move, but his limbs wouldn’t comply. What was wrong with him?

Audrey suddenly moved past him, pipe in hand. With a cry of exertion, she brought it down in an arc over her head. Sparks flew out of the panel as the wiring grew exposed.

Taking that as encouragement, he slashed his claws into the metal. Soon, the tower was a mess of ripped steel and cut wires.

Audrey stepped back, panting from the endeavor. He was about to make his way over to the other cell tower before Audrey called his name— well, his namesake. “Bendy?”

The Ink Demon hesitated and looked over his shoulder, prompting her to continue.

”I know you don’t trust me… and I know you don’t want to talk about it. But… I know what happened to you here.”

He felt a rush of that strange, foreign feeling run through his inky veins. With a growl, he accused, “How would you know? Were you there?”

Audrey’s eyes widened and she held up her hands in protest. “No! Of course not! Remember? I came here last cycle to find the End Reel. I found some audio recordings lying around. And… well…” She trailed off and ducked her head.

He was partially thankful she didn’t complete that thought, though he wouldn’t tell her that. The Keepers had done irreparable damage to his body, as to his mind. The very inkling of them and the nightmares lying inside that factory made his skin crawl. Was he scared after all? Him? The king of this studio?

”I know you’re hurting,” Audrey resumed gently. “But this studio, it’s an example of how you can’t change the past. If I could turn back time to stop Wilson and what he did to you, believe me, I would. What is done is done… Now all I want to do is help you. But I can’t do that if you don’t let me.”

He dug at the dirt absently with a claw. Audrey was a rather peculiar creature, wasn’t she? Even after all she’s seen here, she’s still willing to help everyone. To help him of all beings. Why? What did she have to gain from it? Did he even deserve it after all he’s done? After all he went through?

He struggled to control his breathing as flashes of the past swarmed his mind. He needed to lash out, to prove his strength. Surely that would be enough to keep his own demons at bay. 

Audrey set a soft hand on his shoulder. He flinched but didn’t shy away.

”I won’t push the matter,” she conceded. “But if you ever want to talk it out, I’ll be here. For now… why don’t we wrap things up? I think some demolition is in order. Who knows, maybe we can turn this place around?”

Ink was momentarily taken aback. She was rooted in her conviction to keep reaching out to him, even if most days he was dismissive of it. It was odd to have someone share the burden of his pain.

Audrey led the way over to the other cell tower. He slowly followed, lost in his own thoughts. Maybe he couldn’t erase what happened to him, no matter how hard he fought it or pushed it down into the back of his mind. But Audrey was extending a hand to him, claiming promises of a better future. Could he really trust her? The daughter of Joey Drew?

He watched as she went to work trying to knock down the wall and moved to help. 

In time. He’d observe her and make a decision then. But even now, the seed of hope had already been planted. Maybe the cycle had a light at the end of the tunnel after all.

[dearharriet]

So It Goes; Sirius B. 🐇

summary: being sirius black’s illusionist might not require being cut in half, but he finds other ways to challenge you.

word count: ~2K

warnings: pg-13 sexual content, fem!r, illusionist!r, magician!sirius, possessive!sirius, original character (for the plot), blindfold (non-sexual), groping, foreplay

note: i named the oc in this after leon kennedy because i had just watched that video of ethel cain talking abt him so it was the freshest name in my mind. also psa i am not a swiftie i just listen to her music :0

The audience is the third member of every scene. That’s any performer’s rule of thumb. What the watcher feels, where they’ve been, who they are—all of it precedes any preparation you do for a performance, no matter how important it feels.

You like to attribute the feeling to destruction. The crowd takes hard work and taints it with their emotions, taunting you. It’s unbearable.

When you shared that notion with Sirius—loitering backstage before a show—he snickered about it for days on end.

Sirius, in true chaotic fashion, loves the unpredictability of an audience. He’s always been partial to voyeurs—in and out of professional settings—and he likes to be surprised.

What’s worse is that he likes to surprise you.

“Ladies and Gents,” Sirius projects out into the darkness. The double-tiered theater is one of the bigger venues you’ve performed at, seating just shy of three hundred people.

Sirius is perfectly at ease, strolling leisurely across the stage in a tuxedo, the silver image of a charming magician.

“For our next feat, my illusionist and I will need a volunteer.”

Your head snaps toward Sirius—stage smile falling ever so slightly. He’s already looking your way, smug and colored with mischief. He’s improvising.

Reinstating your smile to its full magnitude, you turn it back to the dark theater, watching hands shoot up from every seat. In your peripheral, Sirius retreats upstage, signaling for you to make your selection.

You play up a show of indecisiveness, tapping a manicured nail to your chin. “Hmm. Well, we need someone strong. We wouldn’t want to send anybody to the hospital tonight.”

A few hands drop then, slimming your options down a bit. Good. Eyeing the rows of people, you suddenly find an opportunity to get Sirius back.

“I think I like our friend here in the front,” you drawl, batting your lashes and pointing delicately. “In the suit.”

The man in question raises his brows, looking to his left and right. He’s young and decently handsome, nothing like Sirius, but just good-looking enough to poke the bear. His hand hadn’t been raised, but if Sirius won’t play by the rules then neither will you.

You hum sensually, beckoning him up with a curled finger, which he follows. You’ve been told you have a presence like a viper onstage, like you’re constantly poised for a fatal strike, and you consider that this might motivate people to obey you.

As the well-dressed man steps gingerly off of the top step, you meet him with a hand around his tie, coaxing him further under the intense lights; Sirius does this often when he calls pretty girls onstage, maneuvering them around by the smalls of their backs just to piss you off. Some nights the crowd laughs at their flushed cheeks, other nights they swoon. The group tonight is dead silent, pinned under a mountain of anticipation.

You envy them, considering you know no more about what will happen next than they do. They get to be silent, but for you, the show must go on.

Arriving center stage, you meet Sirius with an unhappy sidelong glance. Your victim sways awkwardly where you’ve parked him.

“Don’t worry, handsome.” You pat his lapel. “Sirius will tell you what we need from you.”

The man laughs nervously, provoking a scatter of teasing giggles from the audience.

You and Sirius trade sides then, circling behind the man like hungry wolves. As he passes you, Sirius slips a silky belt of fabric into your hand, a challenging eyebrow raised.

“Right, sir. What’s your name?”

“Er, Leon,” says the volunteer, his voice shy.

“Leon, everybody!” Sirius booms, throwing his and Leon’s arms open for applause. The crowd whistles their approval. Leon’s face blooms red like the flower in Sirius’ coat pocket, and worse when you step into his space with the blindfold.

“Alright, alright.” Sirius settles the crowd. “My darling assistant has something for you, Leon.”

Quirking a brow, you take your supposed queue, lifting the cloth to his eye level.

“Don’t be scared,” you murmur, just loud enough so that only the three of you on stage can hear. Leon releases a tense breath, holding your gaze.

Watching from beside you, Sirius’ lips pull into a petty smirk.

“Darling, don’t tease him. Let him put the blindfold on you.”

He says it like it’s obvious, as if there’s a clear protocol for the trick that he’s pulling from thin air. The audience is easily fooled by his cool confidence, but your cheeks still flush in embarrassment under your stage makeup.

Leon deflates—counting his blessings, you’re sure. Being unexpectedly blinded in a dark room full of people isn’t exactly calming. Reluctantly, you pile the dark fabric into his palm and turn around, accepting your twisted fate.

“Make sure it’s nice and tight, Leo,” Sirius orders as your eyes are covered. “We can’t have her cheating.”

You huff at that. There’s an entire choreographed illusion being discarded purely for Sirius’ amusement—if anyone’s cheating, it’s him.

Once the blindfold is securely fastened over your eyes, Sirius sets out to assemble the rest of the trick, which includes leading Leon upstage.

“We’ll leave our illusionist up here for a moment,” announces Sirius before he goes. “She’s pretty enough to keep you all entertained.”

Something about his words lights a match in your belly, made all the worse by your impaired vision. Without a means of looking back at the snickering audience, you’re little more than a statue to be gaped at.

Luckily, Sirius is a jealous man, so he doesn’t leave you squirming under their watchful eyes for long. As he takes your waist in a theatrical lead, he whispers silkily into your ear.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, eh?” A shiver creeps down your spine, and you almost trip in your heels. Sirius’ hot breath oozes over you, the hair on the back of your neck picking up. “Let’s hope your aim is as good without your eyes.”

As you ponder whatever that might mean, Sirius disappears, and then returns moments later. Whatever he brings back has the crowd gasping, scandalized or awestruck. It’s all you can do to hope it’s not a live animal.

“Folks,” he begins, and by the sound of it he’s center stage again, keeping the show rolling. “Our next act needs no introduction.”

Sirius comes to you, pressing something cool and heavy into your hands. It only takes you a few seconds to identify it as a bow, and you can’t tamp down your resulting outburst.

“Are you mental?” you hiss at Sirius as he folds an arrow into your free hand. He laughs, mocking your panic. Big hands grip your waist, manhandling you into a proper position, and you're nearly beyond performing, ready to shout at the delighted audience that this is really very scary and they should go home immediately.

Sirius leans in, pressing his chest close to your back, his upstage hand kneading secretly at your hip.

“Leon, are you ready over there?”

Far away, you hear Leon choke nervously. “Er, as I’ll ever be.”

The crowd chitters.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” The smile is audible in Sirius’ voice. He’s getting a kick out of this.

“Of taking an arrow to the head? Yeah.”

Sirius grips your waist tight, feeling over the fabric of your costume bodice, but his voice is opposingly saccharine.

“My girl’s got great aim. She’d never hit you anywhere fatal.”

As the crowd guffaws at Sirius’ dark humor, you bite your lip, figuring there’s no more preamble to delay the inevitable. You notch the arrow into the bowstring and draw.

Barely breathing, you don’t realize that Sirius has left your side until his words register from somewhere else, between you and Leon. You try to listen to what he’s saying, but it’s near impossible to hear over the blood pulsing in your ears.

An arrow-in-the-apple trick isn’t beyond your and Sirius’ skill level, but it is a skill. One that you only know how to do with Sirius, and you’re frantically trying to correct your posture to the height difference Leon has.

“Can I get a countdown from the audience?”

The audience counts ten aching seconds in unison, dread pooling in your gut as they inch closer to one.

By the time they reach the final number you’re shaking, but you loose the arrow without a second thought. It whizzes by your clothed eyes, and a second later thumps into something hollow.

You can hardly breathe, hardly think, putting all your energy into keeping a grip on the hefty bow in your hands.

In the theater, an eruption of cheers commences, and you untie the blindfold as artfully as you can with shaking fingers. The stage lights hit your eyes harshly, leaving the audience a cacophonous void, but you’re more invested in the fate of Leon.

Squinting at the other side of the stage, you don’t find Leon at all, but Sirius standing perfectly still under an arrow-pierced apple. It barely cleared his head.

As your eyes adjust, you find Leon safe and sound in his front row seat, smiling guiltily up at you.

+

“I could have killed him.”

The dressing room vanity digs into your ass as Sirius presses you up against it, licking down your neck.

“So?” he replies flippantly, fingering the top of your stockings.

“So?” you repeat, incredulous.

“Yeah, so what? Who cares?”

You grind your teeth to halt your immediate response. He’s baiting you, tricking you into some kind of admission that could feed his jealous instincts.

“I’m not super fond of becoming Mistress Manslaughter,” you joke dryly.

Sirius scoffs into your throat, sucking harshly at a spot below your ear.

“Yeah, right. Like I’d let you do that trick with anyone but me.” He palms your tits to punctuate his statement.

You moan, holding each end of his undone bow tie like a lifeline. His sleek black hair smells ever so slightly of apple, citrusy and sweet.

“Why bring him up at all, then?” you ask. “Why bother?”

Sirius lifts his head, panting.

“Cause, babe. I love a twist ending.” He winks garishly, prompting an eye roll from you. You prepare to return his attitude, but Sirius interrupts you. “I’m through talking about—” a slovenly kiss to your jaw,“—what’s-his-face.”

“Leon.”

Sirius bumps you up onto the vanity surface, pushing his hands up your skirt. His mouth and neck are covered in your red lipstick, his eyes dilated.

“How about you stop saying his name, and start saying mine?”

Lifting an eyebrow, you gently push at Sirius’ shoulders. His breath catches—so subtly you almost miss it, but nevertheless—as he kneels willingly before you.

“How about you give me a reason, and I’ll think about it,” you retort.

Achingly slow, Sirius starts to peel the fabric of your underwear off of your hips. You rest back onto the mirror, slotting a hand into his tousled hair. His mouth bites teasingly at your stockings where his fingers just were, but you know they’ll stay on. He likes them too much to remove them.

As your underwear hits the floor, Sirius slides you to the edge of the table, pinning you under his heated gaze.

“I think I can give you more than one.”

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thank you for reading! 🏹

masterlist

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (Jan 2024)

20 20 24 Minutes Go by smellslikecorruption [PG]

Buffy and Spike and a birthday that goes unmentioned.

A Different Kind of Hell by OffYourBird [NC-17]

Jumping through Glory's tower portal, Buffy and Spike find themselves in a hell dimension they never expected. One that looks suspiciously like 1880's London. Will they find a way back home? Will the truth behind William the Bloody at last make itself known? Will Buffy ever stop butchering the Queen's English? Join them and find out. Starts off at the end of "The Gift."

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips by violettathepiratequeen [PG-13]

The Scooby gang is sick and tired of Spike and Buffy being so on edge after the engagement spell, and they have a plan to restore peace to Giles' apartment.

A Wonderful Awful Idea by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

With nothing apocalyptic looming on the horizon and hoping to avoid a certain thick-headed commando, it seems like the perfect opportunity when Giles mentions a monster terrorising the good people of Lake Tahoe. What could be more merry than a Christmas trip to the mountains to investigate? The gang is all coming along, defanged vampire in tow. Buffy should totally be able to deal with the demon, ignore Spike and their recent “engagement,” enjoy some resort-town shopping, and be back with Mom on Christmas Eve. Right? What could possibly go wrong? Set in season 4 at the beginning of Doomed.

All Five by acekoomboom [PG]

Buffy goes through the stages of grief as she tries to move on from his death at the hellmouth.

The Forbidden Bone by bewildered [NC-17]

Buffy always knew Spike was hot. But now that he's their prisoner and she has the leisure to really look at him, she understands why. It's the cheekbones. She cannot resist. Dedicated to r/buffy and all the Very Intelligent Men there who have kindly mansplained that James Marsters's cheekbones are compelling, hypnotic mysteries of creation that we poor, weak women are powerless to resist, and the only reason anybody likes Spike as a character. I am so grateful that they have graciously pointed it out on so many occasions, and can only hope that someday my wanton ladyparts will stop forcing me to adore Spike. One of these days, I may find the strength to tear myself away from the Forbidden Bone's diabolical influence, but in the meantime, here is some cheekbone-inspired maybe-a-little-dubcon cracksmut. Enjoy!

Hills of Iowa by the_moonmoth [PG]

She felt bigger here, like the landscape. Like she could unfold everything she was and still find space for it all.

I Can Get Money by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Spike puts his past to good use to get money for Buffy. However, things become complicated when her ex shows up and targets Spike.

The Rub-Down by Grief Counseling [NC-17]

Buffy has one hell of a sore back. Spike has exceptional hands and massage oil. How can this be resolved? Sex, guys. It's resolved with sex. Let this post-Intervention, Season 5 porn adventure commence! With oil!

Winter Wonder Hell by Synefred [NC-17]

Shaken by the memories that flooded through him when his soul was returned, Angel took off into the night, leaving Buffy and an ever growing portal to a hell dimension behind him. With no other choice, Buffy stabbed Spike, condemning him to an eternity in Hell. The only problem was that as he was sucked in, he pulled Buffy in with him. Buffy always expected Hell to be full of fire and brimstone, but now she is trapped in a twilight realm, where the cold bites and the darkness waits. As she and Spike battle their new reality, and each other, the lingering question is, what will they do when the snow finally falls?

[wordlifes]

você disse

que precisava de um tempo

eu compreendi perfeitamente

um tempo nos faria bem

a gente se gostava tanto

mas as coisas estavam densas demais

para que continuássemos juntos

este mês completa três anos

que a gente não se vê

nem se fala.

eu sempre morro, pg 44

[ask-axl-megamanx]

Hey!!!

Axl, here.

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[rorywritesjunk]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: PG-13 to start. Chapters will be rated depending on content. Warning: Slow burn. AFAB nonbinary character. Buggy is touch starved and a virgin who thrives on praise. He's also a bit of a mess because he's thinking he's going to finally be killed by Crocodile. Set with the Cross Guild but won't be a poly fic (as much as I love that unf). However, mentions of past/somewhat present TaronxCrocodile stuff. Also Buggy is bratty, whining, a little pathetic. He doesn't want to do anything. Word Count: 1,810 A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic.

Title comes from "Take Me To Church" by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7

Chapter 3

“No.”

“Please?”

“You have work to do.”

“Oh, come on!” Buggy whined as he slumped forward, pounding his clenched fists on the table as he looked at Taron with pleading eyes. “It’s nice out! Let me go outside! I need fresh air! The sun is good for me!”

It had been a month since Taron arrived to work with Buggy. Since arriving, his productivity was… better. It wasn’t the greatest but Taron did manage to keep him on task, even when half of the time he fussed and complained like a child about his work. It wasn’t his fault he was the face of the organization, it just happened! If he knew this much actual work was involved he would have left a long time ago. It was miserable. He didn’t get to have as much fun as before now that Taron was here, keeping a watchful eye on his every move.

Ever since the wardrobe incident, Taron wore the sparkly cravat. Their other clothes remained the same, not replaced with some loud design Buggy had wanted. They did seem to be a little more comfortable, no longer wearing the vest, leaving the top few buttons of their shirt undone. When they rolled their sleeves up one day in front of Buggy, he couldn’t help but stare at their arms covered in tattoos. Buggy hated that he stared at them as they pushed their sleeves up past their elbows, rolling the fabric to keep it in place before placing their hand on the table for support as they leaned over him to look at the form he was complaining about. 

“Pleeeeeease let me go outside!” He whined pitifully as Taron crossed their arms, fixing him with a look. It wasn’t anger or frustration in their eyes but… amusement. 

“If you really want to go outside, Buggy,” They started to say before leaning down close to him, a smirk on their face, nose almost touching his. “Then beg for it.”

“W-What?!”

“You heard me.” They chuckled softly. “You’ve already started, but just a bit more and I’ll consider it.”

“I-I’m Captain Buggy! I’m the Chairman of the Cross Guild!” He shot back, voice cracking, stunned by the audacity of Taron telling him to do something like that. “I will not beg on my knees like some dog asking for a treat!”

Taron grinned. “Didn’t say you need to be on your knees, but that would be a sight to see.”

“How-How dare-”

“If you want a break from paperwork, you’ll ask nicely, Captain.” They grinned as they leaned in again, grabbing him by the chin, turning his head to look at them. “I’m not asking you to beg for your life, y’know, just for you to get outside, that’s all.”

He gulped, eyes wide, his heart pounding as he listened to them. What was it about them that made Buggy react this way? They released him, giving his cheek a pat before they pulled away from him. Praying no one would see this, he pushed his chair back and got down on his knees in front of them. He muttered something under his breath before looking up at them.

“Can I go outside?” He asked grumpily with a glare as he kneeled. Taron reached for his face and he leaned back, hoping to avoid a slap, always on edge for them to finally show their true colors and attack him, but instead their fingers stroked his cheek gently before resting under his chin, tilting his head up to meet their eyes.

“Say please, Buggy.” They said softly. “That’s the magic word, understand? You’ll say please whenever you want something from me.”

His mouth went dry, he was at a loss for words, looking up into those kind brown eyes. He swallowed heavily and nodded slowly. They pulled their hand back and Buggy tried to follow, wanting their touch, but they took a step back from him and looked down, crossing their arms as they waited.

Buggy cleared his throat and took a deep breath before asking, “Can I please go outside?”

“Yes, you can.” They said with a chuckle. “Good boy, Buggy.”

And there it was, good boy said so kindly to him, no sneer or sarcasm in those words, and he hated that he had come to love hearing it. Why did two little words make him feel like he was on top of the world? Why did Taron have to say it like that? He hated that he was there, on his knees in front of them, begging for something as ridiculous as going outside for fresh air.

They held their hand out to him to help him to his feet but he slapped it away, not wanting to feel their hand in his because he wasn't sure he'd be able to let go. Taron cocked their head to the side, looking at him curiously before shrugging and stepping away from him, leaving Buggy to himself as he finally stood up, looking down at his feet. 

“I think thirty minutes should be enough.” Taron said as they headed for the door. “It's good for you to stretch your legs and get exercise.”

Buggy said nothing as he followed after them, glaring at the back of their head as they exited the tent only to push past them and walk ahead of them. Why did they have to tag along? He wanted to be alone, not have them hovering. He would return to work when he was ready but Taron didn't trust that.

He glanced back at them as they walked. They weren't looking at him, instead looking upwards to listen to the sounds around them. He didn't want to have them around yet if he said anything Crocodile would shut him up. Buggy wondered if there was anything he could do to get them to quit on their own, but that would come back to the problem of Crocodile again. He wanted to keep Taron around while Buggy didn’t.

Buggy glanced back at Taron and stopped walking. They did the same, looking at him curiously. 

“Why did you agree to work for me?” He demanded. Taron raised an eyebrow and Buggy corrected himself. “Why did you agree to work for Crocodile?”

“Because I respect him.” They told him with a shrug. “And he took care of me when I worked for him under Baroque Works.”

“He ‘took care of you’?” Buggy looked at them in disbelief, using finger quotes to emphasize how he felt. “Crocodile? Him?” He looked skeptical. “I don't believe you.”

“That's fine that you don't.” Taron chuckled as they started walking again. “I just appreciated everything he did for me, so when he contacted me about working for him again, I took the chance.”

“But you don't work for him! You work for me!” Buggy insisted as he followed after them. Taron looked back at him and grinned.

“I work with you, Buggy. Crocodile is the one who pays me, not you.” They reminded him. “He hired me to keep you on task and he has been very pleased with my work so far.”

“What happens if I don't listen to you?” Buggy asked. “What will you do then?”

Taron stopped and turned to look at him. Buggy almost regretted asking that but he tried to stand tall, to not show his fear of them. They took a few steps towards him, he took one step back. They grinned, reaching up to pat him on the cheek gently.

“I'd rather you be a good boy for me, Buggy.” They replied, holding their hand to his face. “Otherwise Crocodile won't be too happy and neither of us want to see that.”

Buggy swallowed nervously and found himself nodding. He hated himself for leaning into their touch, looking at them with fear in his eyes. Taron took a step closer, still grinning.

“Good boy.” They murmured as they stroked his cheek carefully. “You do listen well when you want to, it’s just enforcing the behavior.” Their other hand reached into their pocket, pulling out a piece of candy for him. They started to hand it to him but Buggy didn’t budge, too focused on leaning into their touch. Taron was intrigued by how touch starved he was, noticing how he would follow their hand whenever they touched him. Without hesitation, they unwrapped the candy and held it up to his mouth, pressing it against his lips. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” He mumbled as he took the sweet treat, closing his eyes with a content sigh. Taron glanced around before looking back at the pirate. It would be a little odd for someone to walk up on them: Taron with their hand on his face while Buggy leaned into it. It was almost like he was suddenly put under a spell and Taron really didn’t want someone walking into this.

“Buggy, we should head back. Someone might see us.” They said, pulling their hand away. Buggy opened his eyes, blinking slowly, before he suddenly straightened up and glared at them. He spat the candy out and pointed at them.

“What are you trying to get at?!” He demanded. Taron cocked their head to the side with a frown.

“Nothing.”

“Liar! Y-You touched me and-and why, why?!” He asked, voice quaking as he took a step back. “Why did you really come to work here, huh? Did Crocodile bring you here to assassinate me?!”

Oh, he finally cracked. It only took a month. Taron thought he would have freaked out sooner. They smiled and took a step toward him. Buggy stood his ground, hoping he could look intimidating but he didn’t feel like he was. Taron worked for Crocodile. They had been affiliated with Baroque Works. They had to be dangerous. Why was Buggy being an idiot and letting his guard down around them? Did they have Devil Fruit powers they kept hidden? Were they going to kill him in his sleep? Why were they reaching out to touch him again, caressing his cheek, smiling so sweetly at him?

“I’m not here to assassinate you.” They told him. He opened his mouth to protest some more but they put a finger to his lips, shushing him gently. “I promise. I was only brought here to help you do your paperwork. You don’t need to be scared of me.” 

“You work for Crocodile!” He shot back, pushing their hand away. “I can’t trust you! You could kill me in my sleep!”

“It’s been a month and you’re still alive.” Taron shrugged. “Besides, as we have seen, I don’t need to really resort to threats to get you to do the work. You thrive on positive reinforcement.” They smiled and crossed their arms, giving him a quick look over. “Let’s head back. Can you finish your work tonight like a good boy?”

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday, January 15

BUFFY: Ms. Barton? MS. BARTON: (stops and faces her) Buffy? Whoa! WILLOW: Are you okay, Ms. Barton? MS. BARTON: (smiles widely) Oh, I'm cool, Willow. (realizes) Willow... That's a tree. (giggles) You're a tree! Willow and Buffy exchange a look. MS. BARTON: (looks around) Yeah, uh, uh, are there any nachos in here, little tree? BUFFY: A-are you sure you don't need some fresh air, Ms. Barton? MS. BARTON: (laughs hysterically) Okay... (goes into the crowd)

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ESTABAS EN LOS FANDOMS DE CREEPYPASTA *Y* TF2 TAMBIÉN? chau te quiero mucho personita del internet sos un orgullo nacional (atte el anon de los guardias gauchos)

JAJAJAJAJ SIIII AY NO, NO TENES UNA IDEA DE EN CUANTO FANDOM ESTUVE, INCLUSO EN LOS RAROS, EN LOS MAS FEOS AY NO... EN PURO TRAUMA ME METI TAMBIÉN AYUDA, fui adorado, odiado por cada pendejo pero siempre orgullo nacional, soy yo y mi mente que se quedó en 2015-17 contra el mundo JAJJA vere de dibujar un poco mas de tf2, tbh me estoy entreteniendo mucho haciendo esto, antes estaba super enfocado en aprender y estudiar y si bien me ayudó mucho no me sentía muy feliz así que ... PUES ANDO VOLVIENDO A DONDE SI FUI FELIZ AJSJND

ayuda amo tus asks cuando las haces, muchas gracias por haberme pedido el de los gauchos, sos mi anon favorito JAJJA

Quizá luego haga alguna pintura nueva de jeff o de slenderman :p además de que tengo asks que responder y estoy planeando hacer un dibujo de los guardias como en super mario bc me obsesione de nuevo con la canción esta que se llama... EJEM "Super mario dubstep rap nightcore" JAKNDND idk, amo y hace años no la oía. Spoiler: Peach es PG y Vincent es bowser... Aca hay medio sindrome de estocolmo gente NAJJAJAA (como la puta peach igual, asi que es fiel lmao)

Also, no es por hacer flex pero ejem... Tengo casi 800 horas en tf2, para que no me digan poser en todo caso!1!1!!2

[celkcals]

Acabei de voltar da PG ( academia de jiu-jítsu) , antes de ir comi gelatina de limão. Vou terminar o dia aqui

Uma coisa que eu percebi é que la só tem gente magra e/ ou bonita me sinto uma intrusa fico me comparando o tempo inteiro e isso tá me atrapalhando a me concentrar eu acho

Noite noite =)

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 3: Hoax

Summary:

Sammy defies Wilson’s news. His Lord, the most powerful and influential being in this realm— dead? Impossible.

Rating: G/PG

”Children of the machine, have we not suffered enough? Our Lord has been slain, from the hands of an outsider. Will we suffer this injustice?? Will we bow our heads to a false ruler?? Or will we stand by our Lord? Will we search every corner of this world to find him, if alive-- as I can feel he is?? Heed my words, sheep. The Ink Demon is not dead. He is still with us, waiting to free us from our inky prisons. We must free him! We must usurp this threat to our sanctity! We must free our Lord!”

The Lost Ones gathered in the city streets below Sammy chorused their agreement, holding their weapons and fists high. Axes and pipes held at the ready, his followers were devoted in their cause. And what was their cause? Bring back their savior, the one who will finally put an end to their ink-stained hell— The Ink Demon.

Sammy’s fingers curled tighter around the axe’s hilt. There was no time to dither about. From the moment one of Wilson’s posters had been strewn up in the music department, Sammy knew he had to act. The visceral hatred towards this outsider had come to a head, and Sammy had his followers to back his conviction.

Such faith egged him onwards towards Wilson’s hideout. The man was rumored to hole himself in behind the boarded-up entrance of the Gent Factory.

Peculiar, he couldn’t recall when this location had sprung up. Had it always been here? Merely tucked away and veiled from prying eyes? Or was there something more to it?

Sammy reached the wooden boards and held up a hand for his followers. They obeyed the unspoken gesture— such loyal little sheep they were.

The musician brandished his brass axe with the back of his hand before bringing it down on the boards. It cut through smooth as butter. With a bit more demolition, there was enough room for him and his followers to flood into the next room.

Wilson was right there. Not hiding like he had anticipated, merely standing at the top of the steps with a malignant gleam in his eye. Two mechanical beasts flanked him, their spotlights scouring across him and his group like hungry dogs. Perhaps he had made too much clamor in the street. Not ideal cover for a sneak attack.

Sammy pointed the tip of his axe toward the man. “Blasphemer! What have you done to our lord?” He demanded, his voice carrying across the wide-open ceiling.

Wilson regarded him coolly with that same glint in his eye but refused to speak. 

How dare he look down on him like dirt! He was the Lord’s prophet, not a position he took lightly by any means. What he deserved was respect.

Sammy gritted his teeth. “For all the lies and false promises you circulated across this inky hellscape, it is time for you to pay the price, my little sheep. Our Lord is calling for us, even now. Can you hear him? I can still feel his presence. He will come for you.”

Wilson regarded him with an almost pensive expression, like he was only a lab rat for him to study. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the Keeper at his side lunged for Sammy. Rivulets of red raced across the Keeper's chest in a burst of color that had the musician briefly stunned.

In a rush of adrenaline, Sammy just barely managed to bring his axe down atop the Keeper's hand. The mechanical horror screeched, a sound that pierced his eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. It uncurled its other arm-- it had two of them? Sammy was grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air. His axe clattered against the floorboards. The weapon wouldn't be able to aid him anyhow, the Keeper had a grip like iron.

As he kicked and thrashed, his anger came to a full boil. "Heed my words, outsider! You do not know what you've done; Bendy will rise again! Our Lord would not abandon us! So kill me if you must! My words are true!"

Wilson appeared to chuckle at that. His followers watched helplessly; not wanting to risk their own skin for his sake, obviously. No matter. He would be a sacrifice. A sacrifice in the name of his savior.

"Kill you? No," Wilson finally croaked with a wicked sneer. "I have a different plan in mind, my dear Cycle breaker."

[hanayori89]

"There isn't a woman in Hyrule or beyond that could satiate me like you."

Alright ladies and gents,

It's wedding season in Castle Town and on this season of the bachelor is non-other than the Hero of Time! Link has defeated Ganondorf and Hyrule has once again recaptured its' reign of peace and prosperity. Or has it? Mayhem has returned to the land of Hyrule as news sweeps the nation that the Hero of Time must be wed! The royal family will hold a competition/ball, and all are welcome to enter. However, our hero Link has only eyes for one girl... and that's you dear reader! (For the sake of the story we are going to pretend Zelda does not send Link back to the child timeline.) This is a Link x Reader romance and my first time writing something of this genre. There will be a PG-13 ending AND an NC-17 one. I'm giving a whirl at some smut writing (you can thank the lack of romance in my life for that.) I will add a warning disclaimer for the romantic and friendly ending for those that do not like strong, sexual content.

A/N: I DO NOT OWN ZELDA! I kinda wish I did though because I'd be stanky richhhhh. All of Zelda belongs to the royal family of Nintendo and King Shigeru Miyamoto.

I SAW THE SIGN

**(HELLO! Thank you for checking out this fun little tale based off of The Legend of Zelda's Ocarina of Time. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will be doing some editing on this piece, as I feel it is in need of some TLC. Feel free to peruse as it is completed! As a disclaimer: I have two endings for my readers. You can keep it cute and fluffy and innocent, or you can read the naughty version. Thanks once more and please check out my other work based off of Twilight Princess: Part of your Realm) **

Your POV

The signs were all over castle town.

Well, all over Hyrule actually. You couldn't even escape looking at them in your native home of Kakariko Village. It was official that Link was to be wed. You longingly stared at his handsome face peering at you from a poster. You tried to suppress the crippling ache in your chest that Link would be betrothed. Now that he was the infamous "Hero of Time," every girl was vying for him.

The poster stated an official competition would be held.

Suitresses/Suitors from Hyrule and beyond were welcome to enter a fierce competition for the hero's heart. The competition would consist of three rounds. The first round would be archery, as the wife of the hero should be able to help defend him on his long and perilous journeys. The second round would be a cook off. For his beloved should always nourish him mind, body and soul. The third round would be an official ball held by the royal family. All contestants must be well versed in the Hylian waltz, to demonstrate their grace and poise as the hero's wife.

You could enter the contest as you were an incredibly gifted archer, cook and dancer. In fact, there was one major advantage you held over the other contestants. And that advantage was that you have been Link's friend since childhood. "There's no way Link would marry me." You whispered in defeat at the prospect of your best friend and one true love belonging to you. You were fairly certain Link didn't view you as anything more than a friend. With an exasperated huff you marched away from the raggedy poster, only to step on one that had fallen from the sky.

"The hero shall be wed! Rejoice! For all of Hyrule celebrates the sacrifices of our hero! We implore that he shall be justly loved. Let the Goddesses proclaim!" A plump woman stood on a balcony, throwing posters from the sky. Women gave giddy chuckles as they caught them and stared. You could hear murmuring from all around you. All these strangers were so confident they could win Link's heart, yet you the one who knew him best had no confidence at all. You hurriedly finished shopping, famished and ready to return home to Kakariko.

Of course, as you leave your last shop you bump into the green clad hunk. Link sees you, his face glowing as though it had been shot with a light arrow. "Y/N!"

His gaze is set on you as his strong blue eyes seem to drink in every inch of you. Was it your imagination, or did his eyes travel your body up and down and linger a bit too long? You chided yourself, deciding it was wishful thinking. Why would Link be checking you out? Another poster was stuck to a wall beside you, gently swaying with the faint breeze that rolled by. You couldn't help but stare at it. Link seemed to follow your gaze, his expression shifting with discomfort. "Will you be competing for me to take your hand?"

You rolled your e/c eyes at him. "Pssht, I would just make the competition too difficult. You know I'd show these girls up and it isn't fair. They all deserve a fair shot." You did your best to feign indifference. "How does it feel to be so wanted? To have the most beautiful women in all of Hyrule and beyond compete for a chance to wed the "Hero of Time."

He seemed to grimace at the hero of time comment. "I'm still Link, Y/N." His expression turned solemn, then he questioned, "and what good is it to be wanted by someone if you don't want them in return?"

What was that supposed to mean? You weren't sure if your friend had a crush on anyone. He had told you of the many people he crossed paths with during his journey. Maybe he liked the red-headed farm girl? Or the green haired sage from his time in the forest? What about the princess herself?

Feeling your heart palpitate, you flicked your long, h/c hair over your shoulder. You grabbed a loose tendril, nervously wrapping it around your finger.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

Suddenly Link moved his fingers to a small whisp of hair in your eye. He tenderly tucked it in with the rest of your tresses. Instead of moving his hand, he continued to run his fingers through your thick, h/c locks. You both were trapped staring at each other. Neither one brave enough to usher a word. Ever since he came back from beating Ganondorf, things had grown awkward between you both. Perhaps you were both growing apart. You were saddened by the idea of this. You also knew that if he was to wed, you wouldn't be able to remain close like before anyway.

Link broke the silence, "Please come and support me?" A need took over his eyes, a desperation. In that moment, he was just the Link you knew. The Link that wanted the support of his best friend.

"I'd do anything for you."

You felt like crying, because in your heart of hearts you knew your declaration was true. As you arrived home to Kakariko, you ran to the graveyard, dropping to your knees.

"I'd do anything for you because I love you...Link."

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