#double tagging just in case lol

[marsbotz]

posting like its 2021

[simplybolkonsky]

i haven't seen much of the bullet dance saloon extras from the japanese trimax omnibus editions but ever since i caught wind of their existence i have been deeply curious

here are the vol 5 pages ✨

[toneth-toneth-toneth]

huh wym paul isn't trans?? what's this then???

[pixlatedvampire]

I havent finished anything in a bit so please enjoy my favorite Grima doodles lmao 💗🥰

[glitteringpeachy]

They just like me

I headcanon Noelle uses they/she (mostly they) and is asexual. I was gonna make her aroace like me but I don't really wanna take away her thing with susie so yeah asexual rep lol

[ridl]

warframe is a truly fascinating game in how it never stops being unashamedly weird. it says "ok now you can play as a space infested biomech pregnant woman" and u just go "yeah okay". she looks like a biblically accurate angel, does like 10 diff things and is a "support-nuke" btw

[sp4mja]

omg not to talk about twitter too much, but i had to delete it because people who i followed kept hating every player that wasn’t on a specific team (i think it’s obvious which one i’m talking about) and i was getting tired of it

Oh yeah, tumblr isnt perfect but the amount of people hating aren't nearly as big as in twitter, its 100% better to avoid them. Good for you! Do what you must to enjoy the series and have peace ♡

[ao3commentoftheday]

I know tag wranglers do a lot of work connecting tags etc. Is there anything authors can do to make their jobs easier for them like trying to mostly use canonical tags or not making tag comments?

Thanks!

This is a great question, and I'll do my best to answer it but I do hope that some wranglers add on in the notes! I'm also just going to preface this with the fact that you should still tag however you like to tag. This list isn't meant to be a checklist or anything. It's just info I've picked up over the years and you can take or leave each piece as you see fit.

Okay, so the first thing that most non-wranglers should know is that wranglers see tags separately from the fic. They get a big bin full of tags to sort through and match up in the system, but they'll only see your fic and the other tags you've added to it if they decide to go look.

That's important to know because sometimes a user will tag something like [character] is so sexy and then also tag by which I mean they're a huge dork. The wranlger won't see that second tag and won't know that they're connected so your sarcastic tag will end up synned (matched up to) sexy!Character or whatever the canonical is, as if that was the meaning you were going for.

Another good thing to know is that tags can only be synned if they only have 1 idea in them. So if you tag, say, [character] is gay and autistic then the wrangler can't actually syn that to either [character] is gay or character is autistic because it only half-fits either tag. To have them synned in the database, you would need to tag those two ideas separately.

You might have already seen the post I made referencing the fact that you don't have to tag multiple versions of the same idea (unless you want to for the aesthetic) because the synning that wranglers do makes sure that tagging one idea allows users to filter for all versions of that idea. But in case you didn't know that, now you do!

Wranglers are often members of the fandoms they wrangle, but they aren't always. Sometimes they'll take on a fandom that doesn't otherwise have a wrangler because they like to do research or because they like small fandoms or for many other reasons. But that means that if you're tagging your OCs by name, you should add (OC) to the end so that they know it's not a canon character that they aren't familiar with. This is double true in huge fandoms like Star Wars where there are millions of canon characters and just as many OCs.

Wranglers don't "seed" tags in fandoms. For a tag to exist, users need to create it. The rule of thumb is at least 3 fics from 3 separate authors, but that's very much the minimum and in fast-moving or huge fandoms the bar is probably higher. Also, for brand new fandoms, it's entirely possible that they won't know you exist until you tell them. Back in January I was the first person to write in a brand new fandom so I knew I had to start the tags, and I waited until there were 25 or so works by 15 or so creators before I emailed Support because I know I have to be patient - but I'm still impatient by nature lol.

Another thing to know is that tags are kind of like proton packs - they can't cross the streams. If you put a tag in the Character field by mistake, wranglers can't move it to the Additionals. This can also work in your favour, though, because if you have a minor character or minor relationship that you want to tag because there's some kind of fandom drama happening and people want to be able to avoid them, you can tag them in the Additional Tags so that people can know they're in there, but the people who like that character or ship can still filter the Character and Relationship tags without seeing a bunch of works that don't really focus on them.

This got super long, so I'll end with your question about tag comments. I know people worry that it makes extra work for tag wranglers if you get all chatty in your fic tags but I've been reassured by more than one wrangler over the course of several years now that it's no extra work. They just shovel those tags into the gaping maw of the Unfilterable Beast - which is the same thing they do with those tags that have multiple concepts in them. If it can't be synned, then that's where they go.

(keep tagging that way, though, if you like to because that's how new concepts get created and eventually canonized)

Alright, I that's all I can think of off the top of my head, and the list was actually longer than I thought! Wranglers: please do add on with other things you wish users knew, and please correct me if anything has changed since the last time I delved into this topic!

Editing to add: a wrangler pointed out in the tags that [character] is autistic and gay can itself become a single tag if enough people use it. That's true of other tags with multiple meanings as well. They just can't be synned with existing tags in the meantime.

[vxlvted]

How do you think angry sex with Chris would go? Like, after a fight, maybe a jealousy fit? We all know he is hella respectful, but I truly believe in this case his mouth is spitting fire. The degradation is on another level, he'd say and do the most messed up shit. Of course, afterwards, he would be a puddle to your feet.

Jealous

synopsis: Chan seems to think you and Jisung are a little too close.. and he gets a little jealous…

tags: smut, afab!reader, possessive (lowkey kinda toxic chan i think. idk but he’s very possessive), degradation, unprotected sex

a/n: idk what to think of this? I lowkey hate it lol, but let me know what you think!

You, Jisung, Minho, and Chan are hanging out in Jisung and Minho’s shared dorm. You’re currently curled up on the floor near the coffee table, practically leaning into Jisung as the two of you share a ridiculous story from when you went out to eat earlier that week. His hand brushes your arm while he mimics someone’s voice and you double over laughing.

Across the room, Chan watched. He’s sat on the couch, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, jaw tight, arm sling over the back like he’s comfortable—but he’s not. His eyes flick to you, then to Jisung, then back to you again.

Your laughter is too.. free. Jisung is sat way too close. And you haven’t looked in Chan’s direction once in the past ten minutes.

He tells himself it’s nothing. You love him, not Jisung. But the way that you tilt your head at him with that soft smile, it stabs at something hot and unsettling in his chest.

You finally—finally—glance over to him. Chan’s gaze doesn’t waver. The look in his eyes is a little darker than usual, hooded and unreadable, but you don’t comment on it. You just offer a soft smile before standing up.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, the words directed more towards Jisung than him, as you head your way down the hall towards the bathroom.

The second the door closes behind you, Chan pushes himself to stand and quietly slips out of the room following right behind you. You’re halfway though washing your hands when there’s a soft knock on the door. “…It’s me.” comes Chan’s voice.

You blink, staring at the closed door.

“Can you let me in?”

Your stomach flips, you unlock the door and crack it open. Chan doesn’t wait, he pushes inside and shuts in behind him, and it locks with a click.

“What the hell was that?”

You narrow your eyes, “What was what?”

Chan scoffs, “You two were all over eachother. What the fuck was that about?”

You roll your eyes, “He’s just being nice.” Chan stops in his tracks, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you were trying to do.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not allowed to laugh with our friends? Am I supposed to sit around with my head down so no one gets the wrong idea?”

“I’m not stupid. You were flirting with him.” Chan whisper-yells, keeping his voice low so that the two in the living room don’t hear him.

“I wasn’t even flirting. You’re just being insecure,”

In one second he closed the space between you two, hand gripping your jaw firmly, tilting your face so you had no choice but to meet his furious gaze.

“I’m not being insecure, but if that’s what you think, fine. But don’t you dare act like you didn’t know what you were doing in there.”

You inhale sharply as your back hits the counter. “Chan..”

He bites his lip, “I just want you to remember who you belong to.” His mouth crashes onto yours before you can even think of a response, a mix of anger, frustration and desperation. His hands grip your hips, backing you into the counter and lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing.

“You want attention so bad?” He hissed against your mouth, “You’re gonna get it. Every. Fucking. Inch of it.”

You gasp against his lips as the cool marble meets the backs of your thighs and he swallows it greedily. His hands are already under your shirt, skimming your waist, pressing your bodies closer.

“You think I didn’t notice the way he looked at you?” he mutters against your mouth, dragging your shirt over your head. “The way you leaned into him?”

Your jeans are gone before you even realize he’s unbuttoned them, you tug at his shirt in retaliation, teeth grazing his jaw as he yanks it over his head and throws it somewhere behind him.

One hand slips between your legs as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing your skn. You squirm beneath his hands, heat pooling fast and thick into your stomach.

You’re whimpering when his hand slips under the elastic of your panties and his fingers rub against you slick folds. He smirks against your neck. “That’s right. Only I get to touch you like this, make you this wet.”

“You like making me jealous, don’t you?” he growls. “You like when I lose control over you.”

You shake your head, breath ragged as you try and grind your hips against his fingers. “I don’t—I wasn’t trying—“ You cut yourself off with a moan as he presses one finger into you. You pull him closer by the front of his hoodie to try and connect you lips again.

Chan groans in response, deep and desperate. “You’re mine,” he grits out, finger quickly thrusting in and out of you, curling every so often to hit that one spot. “Say it.”

His words were filthy and his tone was mean. You let out a strangled moan, “Yours.. I’m yours.” you whisper. But the sudden loss of his fingers as he slides them out of you makes you whine, hips instinctively changing his hand.

You barely have anytime to catch your breath when you feel him slide into you and you grip his shoulder with a loud moan.

“That’s it. Louder.”

You let out chocked moans and whimpers of his name again and again, tears begin to run down your cheeks and your voice cracks as he thrusts into you with a ruthless rhythm. “Look at you,” he groans, lifting a hand to gently wipe your tears away. “So needy for me now.”

You bite your lip when you feel his tip graze onto your sweet spot, tucking your head down to his shoulder. His fingers tangle in your hair to pull your head back up.

“Don’t hide now, baby. You wanted this. Acting like a brat all night so that i’ll fuck you like this, yeah?” You shakily nod against his neck in response.

He gives a sharp tug that pulls a loud moan from your lips. So much for trying to be quiet, there’s no way they didn’t hear that, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Good girl. Let everyone hear you, baby.” His voice send a shiver down your spine. He shifts slightly, adjusting your legs so that your thighs are wrapped tightly around his waist. The new angle has him driving harder and deeper into you, and you can help but grind your hips down against him, desperate to meet every thrust.

His hand grips your hips, holding you in place like he’s afraid you’d disappear. Every thrust is rough, angry, desperate. He makes you feel every word, every breath.

You voice starts to falter a bit and your legs tremble around him. “You gonna cum for me?” he groans into your ear, “Cum on my dick baby, c’mon.”

You let out a moan and your body trembles with your release. Chan keeps thrusting into you as your legs fall slack around him, no longer able to hold themselves up. “Please—too much.” You whine as your nails dig into his arms. “Chan—“

“You can take it. Just a little more.” He grunts. Each snap of his hips sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You feel the pace of his hips falter against you and his voice cracks with each hushed moan that escapes his lips.

“Fuck. I’m so close-“ he breathes. You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss, the two of you swallowing each moan that escapes each others lips.

“Come inside me.. please,” You whimper against his lips. Chan lets out a strained grunt in response, his thrusts growing faster, more desperate as he chases his own pleasure. One hand drops between your bodies, and his fingers rub at your clit in harsh, relentless circles. The overstimulation makes your breath hitch and you cry out as you feel another climax quickly building.

His hips still, and you feel him twitch inside you as spurts of warm cum begin to coat your walls. The sensation of him releasing inside you sends you spiraling all over, and your climax crashes over you as your legs tremble against the counter.

There’s a long silence filled with nothing other but the sound of your heavy breathing. Then you feel his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you close.

“I.. You know I didn’t mean that right?” Chan murmurs into your neck, voice hoarse and wrecked with emotion. “I was just…fuck. I was jealous. I’m sorry. I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have.”

You don’t answer right away, your body still trembling. You finger find their way into his hair, gently threading through the strands. “I know,” you whisper. “But really, I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

He pulls back enough just to look at you, guilt flooding his eyes. “I know, I know. I just.. the thought of anyone even looking at you like that, touching you..” He trails off, jaw clenching as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“It messes with my head.” He admits softly, “But it’s not your fault. I just can’t lose you. Even though I know the kids would never.. the thought of someone else even trying just—I’m sorry.”

“You’re not gonna lose me.” Your voice is a bit hoarse, but there’s no hesitation in it. The reassurance seems to calm him a bit and he nods. He finally pulls out, breathing still a bit shaky. His fingers lazily trace your thigh as he watches, completely hypnotized as a slow, messy is of both yours and his cum begins to slowly drip out of you and down onto the counter.

“Fuck..” he mutters, low and gravelly, thumb brushing your inner thigh, almost in awe. “Look at that…”

You chest still rises and falls with each shaky breath you take as you glance down than back up to watch as he steps away and grabs some tissue for you (and to clean the counter).

You smirk, “You think Jisung will be mad that we fucked in his bathroom?”

Chan lets out a breathy laugh and his eyes flicker to yours. He leans forward, kissing your collarbone.

“Oops,” he murmurs, voice low and smug and clearly not sorry in the slightest.

“It’s no secret, i’m sure they heard,” His words send a flush down your neck. “I’ll just turn the fan on when we leave.”

You laugh, quiet and breathlessly, taking the tissue he offers you to clean yourself up while he cleans the counter.

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[ittybittyfanblog]

Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) – Pt. 2

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a–less–oblivious player. That’s it, that’s the plot. A/N: Ok, I’ve decided to make this by series, so this one’s just going to be purely Sylus. I hope nobody minds the specific names/places/etc. I wanted to create a personality for the “player” and add a bit of backstory work (loosely based on yours truly lol) for the sake of storytelling, but there won't be any distinct description of the player’s physical appearance <3 Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, suggestive language, bouts of delusion

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8 - Pt. 9 - Pt. 10 - Epilogue

Riiiiing– RiiiNGGGGG––

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“Huh… whazat—?” 

A shrill—earsplitting, headache-inducing, completely fucking loud—noise wakes you up rather rudely from your peaceful slumber at… Jesus Christ, what time is it? 

You blink your bleary eyes open, once… twice—fuck, all you know that it’s too goddamn early for all this ruckus. Groaning, you clumsily try to find the source of the unexpected wake-up call. Quite literally in this case. 

Your hand bumps the vibrating phone straight off the edge of the mattress—along with the charger cord still attached to it—and you cuss up a storm when you hear it clatter on the hardwood floor.

The ringing finally stops, and you’re perfectly content to leave it there and fall back to sleep when, not even ten seconds later, the blasted thing rings back to life, taunting you awake. 

Angrily, you wrestle against the threadbare blanket wrapped around your body like a warm cocoon, pushing yourself out of bed with all the rage of a sleep-deprived insomniac who’s been up til the buttcrack of dawn to grab your—huh, relatively intact—phone off the ground, while the charger cable swings haphazardly from the weight of the power brick on its tail end.  

Without checking the caller, you swipe right to answer. “What?” 

“Don’t use that tone on me, young lady,” Your mother grouses on the other end of the line. “It’s almost noon! Did you just wake up?” 

Barely five hours of sleep. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shut your eyes and sigh. “No, mom. Sorry, just had a late night,” you clear your throat in an attempt to sound more composed. “What’s up?” 

“Oh, dear. Is it because of work again?” Something akin to sympathy replaces the sternness in her voice, and you dread the all-too-familiar spiel that comes next. “You know, honey, there’s a job opening for a– what was it again? I have to double check, but it’s where your Auntie Helen works. You know your Auntie Helen—” 

“Mom,” you interrupt, before she could go off on a tangent. “Work is fine, don’t worry. Why d’you call?” 

“Should I need a reason to call my daughter who's living by her lonesome, a country away from—” 

“Mom!” 

“Oh, alright,” she finally relents, sounding slightly exasperated. “Were you able to book me and Jodie the roundtrip flight to Orlando? Your cousin’s wedding is barely a month away and I want all the documents ready by now, sweetie.” 

Shit. “Ah— yeah. I’ll email you the flight itinerary in a bit, I’m just–” you catch sight of your protruding hamper, innocuous but an eyesore nonetheless, right by the doorway of your humble studio unit. “I mean, I just left the condo. To do errands and stuff. I’ll send the details to you when I get back home, okay?” 

“Okay, honey,” she sighs. “You stay safe outside now. Don’t talk to strangers.” 

“I am a perfectly responsible adult—” The call disconnects. “Hello? Great.” 

You rub away the remnants of sleep from your eyes, fully aware that your day’s already started, despite your reluctance. Might as well get a head start on today’s agenda.

First thing’s first– brunch. Oh, it’s almost one. Lunch, then. I could maybe grab a hotdog from the corner store before heading to Landers. Oh wait, laundry. Gotta pass by the laundromat downstairs, too. Ugh, c’mon, chop-chop. 

Just as you’re about to stand up from your supine position on the floor, another ping! pulls your attention back to your phone. “Mom, I swear–” 

Ah, you’re finally awake. You’ve had a very long night, kitten. Take it easy for the day – make sure to get enough rest between errands.

I’ll know if you don’t.  

Your heart skips a beat.

Oh! Um. That’s… new. 

… Apparently another one on the growing list of “new features” from the latest update. It doesn't sound like an invitation for you to open the game, strangely enough. It's not a call to action to claim your daily stamina, nor a prompt for you to check your Galaxy Explorer rewards. 

It’s nothing more than a greeting, really. Just one that’s particularly targeted at you, with unnerving accuracy.

You recall the weird (?) events from last night, and the now-erratic beating of your heart suddenly picks up a notch. From the unexpected dialogues to the outrageous amount of dias you’ve somehow ended up with—something you still think is some kind of glitch in the system—you can’t shake the feeling that you’re living out the plot of a Black Mirror episode, as fucking dumb as it sounds. 

Not to mention during Quality Time, Sylus_v2.0 (as you so lovingly dub this version of him in your mind) had been acting more aware of you.

And you’re not talking about the pre-programmed glances that you usually get. No– it’s like he actually hears you. 

He doesn’t say anything. But whenever you make a comment, or utter something under your breath, he reacts with a huff or a hum—depending on the context. If it’s a slew of expletives aimed at your boss, the reaction you’re met with is one of amusement. A snort; sometimes a quiet laugh, if you’re lucky. When you say something self-deprecating, however, it elicits the heavier sighs, the sharp clicks of the tongue. 

At one point, you heard him make a low sound of dissent, something close to a... growl, almost, after making a casual joke about being just another cog in the machine and how offing yourself wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of late capitalism. As you oft do. 

Your eyes met, and for a split second, it felt like you weren’t looking at just pixels. His gaze weighed heavy on you—almost accusatory. 

It made you feel… naked, somehow. Perceived. 

You recall how quickly you averted your eyes from his, face flushing hotly from a feeling you couldn’t put into words. 

Bone-tired from last night’s (morning) overtime, you didn’t have the time to look up the news on this recent version update—although you really don’t remember any notifications in-game—so you quickly Google, “sylus acting sentient in rcent update loveamd Deepspace???” on your phone browser.

You scroll down for a bit, but none of the search results yield any relevancy, nor are they in any way similar to your current… predicament. 

(Okay, so calling it a predicament is a little unfair. You’re not exactly complaining about anything per se. No complaints from you. At all.)

Deciding that you’d do a deeper dive on Twitter (X) at a later time instead—probably tonight when you do your daily login—you briefly press the side button to lock your phone… not without a final peek at the banner notification from Sylus. 

You press your lips together in an effort to hold back the stupid giggle bubbling up your throat. 

Unfortunately, all the self-control in the world can’t help you and your need to have the last word—from what even—so you ask aloud, to no one except the person you've deluded yourself into thinking is a valid recipient of your one-sided conversation: 

“... Yeah? And what if I don’t?” 

You’re not really waiting for a response (or were you?), but the nervous flutter in your stomach betrays the impatience you're trying to mask with casual indifference. It’s small, unassuming—but there. 

Impatient for what, exactly, you’re not sure. But maybe, just maybe—

Feeling a bit braver now, are we? How bold. Care to say that to my face, sweetheart?

Oh. 

Oh.

An inhuman noise escapes your throat, embarrassingly loud, almost a keen, and you fumble with the device in your hand; the new banner notification still in full view—taunting you. 

You don’t know what to think, you don’t know how to feel. You–

Spring up, like an agitated jack-in-a-box, and the sudden rush of blood in your head leaves you dizzy. You’re a molotov cocktail of emotions; one more bombshell surprise and you might just blow. 

“I’m– later, okay? Uh,” Whew, girl, keep it together. “I need–I need to go.” You almost stumble as you speed walk towards the bathroom.

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If you hadn't switched your phone to silent, hadn't made the conscious effort to ignore any incoming messages, notifications, and whatever else, in a rush to get dressed and go about your day as if it's just like any other weekend—nope, nothing unusual here—you would’ve seen one last cheeky reply:

Of course, sweetie. You take care now. 

Don’t talk to strangers. X

Endnote: This one's pretty short, but I’m world-building, trust. 

Thanks for reading! 

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 6/?

Thank you for the cake and the art and your crazy tags♡♡ you feed me so well so here's some more words!!

Lets see how many of you guest right, lol, they're both stupid, I love them.

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A group walking down the corridor on the other side of the glass before six a.m was unusual. And given the volume and rapid chatter, something had either excited them or had them nervous. But when one stopped to peer through the window, looking for Prowl – they would not see him, he refused to be gawked at – there was a possibly it had something to do with him.  

Prowl suspected that if that was the case, his mobility played a key part. The humans had been more skittish since he had first left the hammock yesterday. Their fear was not misplaced, with the returned ease of swimming, his threat value had more than doubled.  

While he would not act unless pressed – as it would be wasted effort with the current situation – Prowl was not completely against whatever illusion that the humans had of him. Let them fear him. It would keep most away and leaving fewer for him to deal with; those brave or stupid enough to still come near him. 

The elated shout of Jazz that came from beyond the wall drew in his attention. Prowl sighed softly, recalling the current state of the language barrier. What he wouldn't give for a stylus and a data-pad. Even a simple drawing one would suffice. 

He didn't get to linger in dismay as he heard Jazz swim by, but not stay. The view port on the gate was still shut from yesterday so maybe Jazz had just come to check if they would open it? But then he came by again a few seconds later, and then again.  

Swimming laps. But was it excitement or anxiety?  

Prowl silently approached the gate and rested his forehead against it, listening. The body of water on the other side was much bigger, that much he already knew, but most of the walls and floors of this place were like stone, leaving empty spaces all over his vision. Places sound bounced off of, but didn't pass through.  

Metal wasn't necessarily any better, but it tended to reverberate; depending on its composition, and if one was skilled enough, you could see what was beyond or within the metal.  

But the gate was metal, and Prowl was that skilled. Tuning his sonar with careful precision, he eventually found the frequency that gave him the best image.  

Inside, it was primarily hollow, with large connecting rods and cylinders leading to alien machinery that was too complex to make out with outside noise causing glitch-like distortions across what he could see. But the guts of the wall weren't his goal currently. 

Outside was where he drew in his focus. Towards the centre he could very faintly see Jazz as he circled. His sonar images may be in terrible quality, but Prowl had become quite familiar with the other orca's particular blob. It was like watching something move from darkness to light or adjusting the contrast of an image. Jazz was bright and his silhouette shape clearly a mer when he was close, while dim and barely a lopsided oval when he was far.  

He was tempted to calculate the distance and overall, the space Jazz was swimming, but – to the right he had picked up on a platform. One that more and more humans seemed to be gathering on. At first, Prowl was worried that the other mer might be in danger, but after a few more laps Jazz approached and waited at the edge. 

For a few minutes, nothing changed. Until Jazz moved to somewhere in the middle, almost straight out from the gate, and the humans began to spread out. Something was up and Prowl kept searching and listening for anything that might give him insight.  

Till the screeching hiss of the machine attached to the gate suddenly came to life, causing Prowl to recoil. Losing his sonar temporarily as he worked through the noise. It was like a camera flash that blinded you for a second, only this one was a flash against your mind and a bang in your ears at the same time. But Prowl was used to ambushes and this certainly wasn't the worst sonar attack he's experienced, so this wouldn't hinder him, it was just annoying. 

Pressing himself against the floor and the wall out of view of the door, he waited. After the passageway had slid completely open, Prowl remained only for an extra moment, just long enough to tell that nothing was coming. Then he cautiously moved to investigate. 

With the recovery of his sonar and the obstacle removed, Prowl sent a few quick clicks to pinpoint all the humans. There were seven he could find, though there could be more outside his currently limited range. A poorly laid out ambush regardless, if that was the plan, and chances were very low – seeing as the humans were providing him with medical treatment, they clearly wanted him alive – but it wasn't zero. Prowl really didn't want to fight at this stage of his imprisonment, firstly; his wounds still posed a risk to his overall survival, secondly; he needed to gather more information before he could put together a plan of escape.  

When Jazz waved at him, Prowl resigned to the fact that he – or perhaps they – were being closely monitored and there was nothing that could be done about it. So, for now, he would resume gaining an ally, or at the very least a cooperative collaborator. The other captive orca remained at the top of his priority list for making any future plans have greater odds of success. Working out the communication issue aside, he needs this 'first meeting' to go properly and smoothly before anything else could proceed.  

And it looked as though the audience had Jazz tense and on the defensive. Nothing a little show of reassurance of Prowl as an ally couldn't remedy surely. 

So, Prowl approached with an appropriate speed for closing the distance between an acquaintance, with his arms set at a relaxed, yet polite place along his sides. When he stood before Jazz, he made sure to keep a respectable space, posed with and holding a practised expression of polite professionalism. Choosing to have his most vulnerable side forward in a grand gesture of trust, further expressing that he had no intentions of bringing him harm. 

He anticipated a moment of hesitance, allowing Jazz the time to observe him, to look for signs of deceit. But when his roaming eyes became fixed on his wounded flank, admiration showing in his expression, Prowl flicked his tail for Jazz's attention. Prowl wouldn't look too deep into it, but past experience made him keep note. 

Jazz showed that he was at least slightly embarrassed – good – but when he did not make a move to greet Prowl with the same gesture of goodwill. Continuing to face him head on had Prowl now searching for signs of what his intention were. But while he did, Prowl began to express slight irritation, in hopes the other would cease and desist.  

The other mer reacted by rising and Prowl tensed. Jazz must have had trust issues from past bad experiences if he was attempting to intimidate him with the present state of their body. Where he had been found gravely wounded, Jazz must had been found starving… Or there was the very slight chance that he had recently hit his last growth spurt and he was just a lanky cocksure young adult wanting to show-off. 

Jazz quickly paused, pointing and waving for Prowl to follow. Obviously wanting to move to the surface to speak. Fine.  

But then he smiled, and not in a friendly way, no, this one was clearly practised. Smooth, confident, and forward. Prowl had dealt with plenty of celebrities and politicians to know what a charming smile looks like, and very aware it was an illusion of friendliness to lure or entertain. Cocky youth had adjusted from 'very slight' to 'likely'. So, Prowl readied for a foolish game of posturing. 

{Sorry, Prowler.} Was the first thing out of his mouth and his smile diminished to a more acceptable nature.  

Good, Prowl thought at first, maybe Jazz had realized that he would not sway Prowl. However, Jazz still refused to back down, flaunting confidence with lax posture. Speaking in an almost gentle reassurance, {it's okay. Prowler, it's okay.} 

Then everything started coming together – prolonged staring, hints of interest, slight embarrassment, insistent forward facing, too friendly of smiles aimed at a stranger – and the almost certain likelihood of Jazz's youth. Prowl was both irritated and bewildered at his own conclusion; Jazz was flirting with him. 

Primus, he wanted to be wrong. But… nothing else made sense about Jazz's behaviour! 

Not wanting this nonsense to continue, Prowl kept his formal disposition of his side facing Jazz and backed off just enough to show refusal, but not a sign of submission. Prowl firmly said, {no.} 

{Wait! I —– } Jazz started to approach.  

{Stop,} he said as his scowl had grown into a harsh glare and he quickly turned his body to face him fully, but didn't back away. {trying okay.} 

Jazz did stop his advance. Though now apparently, they were locked in some sort of stare down. How else could he express his rejection without this braking out into a physical confrontation? 

Again, Jazz moves, this time slowly opening his arms to boldly offer a hug and still keeping a steady friendly smile. Like he's asking for a chance. But was only baffling Prowl further. Why are you so instant? 

" 'tzz." He said, the other mer's name was still difficult to pronounce, but he wanted to be clear. Speaking with a warning as he readied to strike. It wouldn't be the first time a pursuer needed a smack to take a hint. But Prowl really didn't want to fight. {Stop.}  

Jazz was back to rambling in the human's language, his tone was wavering between calm and frustration. But when he pulled away; after his words had done nothing to change Prowl's stance, Jazz squared up. 

Prowl did not hesitate and made a clean charge to Jazz's chest, forcing them both under.  

While Jazz recoiled and darted away to collect himself. Prowl rolled his shoulder in discomfort. The impact had still jostled his injuries, but it had been the best option. Biting would have been taking it too far, using even his right arm would have been agonizing, and spinning around to use his tail would have allowed Jazz time to react. No, this was good enough.  

Or so he thought when he returned to Jazz to see if he was willing to be respectful of the situation. While Prowl was willing to try and start anew with a mutual understanding, side-ways faced and still offering trust with showing his wounded side.  

Jazz looked upset, understandably so as that harsh of a rejection was never pleasant. But this language barrier was really getting in the way. He was speaking human words again, irritation clear in his voice. But then he took a deep breath and started slinking towards him. Still openly refusing Prowl's offer of peaceful intentions. 

And... now we've come down to a battle for dominance. Wonderful. Prowl had a slight bit of respect for the other's determination in not wanting to submit when clearly out matched, but this was hardly the time nor the place. Prowl fixed Jazz with a glare, promising punishment as he started to plan out his attacks that would not cause too much pain, but enough to humble the punk. 

{Please, Prowler, stop.} 

Gladly, but you first. {No, you stop, ['tzz.]}  

He did, {what,} but not without pointing back and forth between them, {why?} 

WHY!? 

Despite his mounting frustration of being unable to explain or even have Jazz possibly clear things up on his end as well. Prowl did his best to make it as physically clear as he could by returning to the calm request and offer to have no ill intentions between them, that they can be on equal ground. He even went as far as to break eye contact and look away, just in case that was feeding into his miscommunication with Jazz. 

{Prowler,} Jazz sighed, calling out to him softly, and daring to inch closer.  

Prowl tensed; he had tolerated that nickname due to his own inability to say Jazz's properly. But him using it– using it like that was–  

That was not– I'm not submitting to you, you punk!  

Bristling, Prowl twisted and lunged for the other mer. Only clipping him this time, but was swift with a sharp turn to follow through with his earlier threat. And Jazz tried and failed to escape him. Charge after charge, Prowl battered him with carefully made strikes. Making it clear that when he stopped and let Jazz get away, that he had allowed it to happen.  

When he met Jazz on the surface once more. Prowl remained facing him head on, silently asking if he wanted another round of showing just how out of his league he really was. Regardless if that kind of movement put strain on his healing body, that he could feel the sharp pull of new tissues fighting against the flex of muscle. He could probably get away with a few more attacks before something popped open. 

{Please, Prowler. Please, stop.} Jazz begged. 

But Prowl waited to see if Jazz was being honest about putting this to an end. After a minute of neither of them making a move. Prowl once again turned so his side face Jazz and this time Jazz mirrored him.   

Prowl then gave a loud breath of relief and laid down to float on his back. Finally! No more idiotic posturing.  

Jazz also followed him in releasing the tension and floating, though he looked humiliated. 

Good, you should be embarrassed. 

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I hope you found this as funny as I did. XD And now that the boys can be in the same pool, it's time for bonding and shenanigans!! >:3c

Prowl: doing everything by the book and reading into every micro expression to aim for the best results.

Jazz: trying to restrain his overflowing excitement and desire to make a friend. (but also has a budding crush) be cool, be cool OuO;;

Prowl: sees Jazz's not-so-hidden excitement and desire. what – here – right now – but also why? … sigh, you're just a shameless flirt aren't you? :/

IS IT really a jp fic if they aren't– Check List ✔ Arguing at least once ✔ Fighting at least once ✔ Jazz being an absolute flirt (unintentional currently, but still counts!) ✔ Prowl greatly misunderstanding a situation with Jazz at least once

Also, I've seen the pleas of the lovely readers!! I will post this fic on ao3 in the next day or so. But since this is my gift to my platonic love ♡♡♡Keferon♡♡♡ updates will be delivered here first.

Until you want me to stop dropping the fic in your inbox♡ -GLC

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WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE oh my god they're fucking stupid ahahajjakfkfmgndb

I was wroNG ahaha I was completely wrong. Jazz wasn't saying "fuck you" in the last part it was "let's fuck" /j

To be fair. If I was held captive with the other random human and they greeted me by staring at my ass and then enthusiastically approaching despite me showing that I'm not okay with them flirting with me? Yeah no I completely understand Prowl haha.

Also. This isn't directly related to this part but. Sigh. I made some doodles of Blaster after reading the previous part and then.uh. completely forgot to show them. So I guess I'll throw them here now lol

[din-skywalker]

The Maid and the Dragon

Tags: Sylus, MC, Sylus/MC, Fiend Sylus, Dragon Sylus, Smut, Double Penitration, Maid MC, Commission for a friend, Sylus/Reader, Second POV

Rating: Mature

Summary:

You've been working the dragon Sylus for a short amount of time, and you're already over it.

But damn- why does he have to be so hot?

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63259903

A/N:

this was a commission for a friend........ so it's her fault not mine lol. first time writing sylus but everyone says i did a good job so i'll believe them

in this it is WILLING- NOT dubious consent. sylus can see mc's desires and wouldnt have pushed her into this if she didnt want it. PLEASE DO NOT reblog this as anything but wiling.

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOURE A MINOR.

thanks

You haven't been his maid for long, but you're already sick of it.

You've never worked for someone that is as much of an ass as he is. You can't tell if it's because of the fact he's a dragon, or if that's just his personality. Maybe if he'd been born human, he would show a modicum of empathy or compassion.

You just wanted a safe place to live, with an easy job. Most of the time, being a maid is an easy job. You've worked for two other people in the past- both of which have died since then- and it has been incredibly easy. Then, this ass had to literally swoop in and whisk you away to his cave that's at the top of the mountain.

Ordinarily, you'd be rather upset that you were kidnapped, but at the moment, you can't really bring yourself to care. Sylus is a dragon… a handsome one at that. Living with a dragon is the epitome of safety, especially since you work with him. So your wish for someplace safe to live has been met… it's just that your contractor is not easy to work with.

He's extremely picky with how you clean his ridiculous amount of treasure, and where you place said treasure when you're done with it. He expects you to shine and polish every piece of it, in fact, which is an almost impossible task to complete! He has miles of the stuff, if that were possible, which it must be, because that's the case here!

After you're done cleaning his treasure, he expects you to clean him. And once more, he's extremely picky with how it's done. You have to clean him in one of two forms, in fact. Once in his annoyingly handsome human form, or his much larger, much more annoying dragon form. At least in the human form, you have something nice to look at.

You've never been made to clean your employer before, but he's insistent that you clean him. You have to make sure to do it properly- thoroughly. In his dragon form, you have to crawl all over his giant form, weaving between his limbs and wings and sliding along his tail. He’ll lean his massive head down for you to reach his scaly lips, and then open his jaws, allowing you to brush each of his pointy teeth. It doesn’t feel as intimate because he’s a giant dragon- he’s always naked in this form. It’s nothing different.

In his human form, however, it’s… a lot. A lot more.

The only thing that makes up for living and working with him is the copious amounts of treasure. Piles of gold, bundles of gems, mountains of precious metals. Many times, you can’t help but to pluck up a crystal or pretty necklace and stash it between your breasts. You’re sure he won’t notice a couple of things missing.

You look outside of the cave entrance, cursing when you see the position of the sun. Bath time. You sniff at the air, and when you don’t catch the heavy scent of sulfur, you know he’s in his human form. Great, you have to draw a bath.

By the time you’ve set everything up in the small bathing nook you’d set up- many candles and supplies lining the floor and walls, he’s already stripping behind a thin, cloth wall, moving painfully slowly. While you draw the bath to ensure the water is warm enough for his desires, you watch the silhouette of his form move. You swear he’s going so slow for you to watch, to entice you with the greatest treasure you can’t have; you’re his maid, after all. Sometimes, you think you see the shadow of a.. Second… dick? But no. That’s ridiculous. It’s most likely his tail.

Once he’s undressed, you turn and wait patiently for him to step into the steaming water, sinking into the bubble filled liquid. “You can look now, kitten,” he says. You can hear the amusement in his deep voice.

“Of course, master,” you say, cringing at the last word. He insists on you calling him that, and him calling you kitten. You’re not the biggest fan, but he seems to like watching you squirm whenever you say or hear those two words. You twirl on your feet, the high held skirt of your small maid dress brushing against the tops of your thighs.

This isn’t your first time cleaning him, but… your eyes travel down towards the bubbles, where you know his-

You inwardly shake yourself, and then step towards the edge of the bath. Grabbing a nearby rag and a bar of soap, you lather the damp fabric until bubbles cover its surface. Sylus watches you closely, his long tail draped over one edge of the tub, the tip brushing against the stone ground. His head is leaned back, the steam from the water is already turning his face damp.

Carefully, slowly, lightly- the way he likes it- you begin to drag the rag along his exposed arms. You sit on the edge of the tub, crossing one ankle over the other. You begin to sing softly, since you know how much he likes music, no matter how pathetic it sounds coming from between your lips.

He continues to watch you closely, eyes half lidded as you start on his legs, and finish on his feet. You grab another damp rag and drip a few droplets of lavender oil onto it, shaking it in front of his face so he can draw in a deep breath of the soothing scent. You then wrap it around his eyes, pressing the sides to his temples. You make sure to keep it in place by wrapping one end of it to the other, and then begin to rub soap into his pure white hair, lightly scraping your nails along his scalp.

His head leans back further as you work, fingers tangling in his white strands. Once you’ve finished your ministrations, you tap the side of his neck to let him know you’ve finished. With that signal, he sinks into the water, dunking his head under the surface.

You catch your breath while he’s under, your heart pounding in your chest. You toy with a ring on your finger, looking to the side as he reemerges. Now that you’ve finished, you step aside and keep your back to him as he steps out of the tub. He grabs a nearby towel, quickly drying himself off.

You hear him pulling his pants on, and let out a small sigh. Okay, time to return to your cleaning duties-

You let out a yelp when his tail suddenly wraps around your waist, tugging you back to him. Your back hits his chest with a small thump, and you grunt, the skirt of your dress brushing against your thighs lightly. He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck.

“I didn’t say you were finished cleaning, did I?” he asks, his voice a rough timber in your ear. You shudder, heat gathering in the pit of your stomach. His earlier teasing comes back to you; the feeling of his tail tip tickling your pussy lips through the bottom of your undergarments, his clawed hand grabbing your ass tightly, and the sight of how hard he is through his tight, leather pants. “You still have two more things to clean, little maid.”

You feel your eyes widen, and your cheeks flushing a bright red. “Pardon me, master?” you ask aloud. He chuckles, all buttery smooth. You hate how even his laughter is extremely sexy. It’s entirely not fair to your prospects.

Suddenly, Sylus twists you around so you’re facing him. His tail remains wrapped tightly around your waist, but you can feel the tip of it traveling further up your legs, just like it had before. You bite down on your tongue, and allow him to move your hand as he pleases. He guides it to the bulge in his pants, and your eyes screw shut tightly when you feel not one, but two hard ons. He has two dicks?

You swallow heavily, your heart racing in the back of your throat as he uses his other hand to lightly grasp your chin, tilting your head backwards. “I want to see your pretty eyes, kitten," Sylus murmurs, breath mingling with yours. You slowly peel your eyes open, and your gaze locks with his. He smirks, thumb brushing against the side of your chin gently. “There are those pretty emeralds…”

The sound of his scales rubbing together reaches your ears as he constricts it around you tighter, almost squeezing the air from your lungs. “I know you’ve been stealing from me,” he whispers, voice dropping several octaves. Your heart skips a beat, and you feel your palms start to sweat, one on top of his dicks, the other hanging uselessly at your side. He smirks at you, the firelight nearby reflecting off of his bright eyes. He tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow quirked. “Did you really think a dragon wouldn’t notice his own hoard missing treasures?”

You open and close your mouth several times, “I can explain-”

“I don’t want you to,” he says, shaking his head, eyelids drooping. He leans in closer, lips hovering just an inch or two from your own. “I just want you to be a good girl and accept your punishment… now take my pants off, and clean the rest of me.”

Had he seriously put his pants on after a bath just so you could strip him yourself? You almost scoff at the absurdity of it. But when you catch him watching you expectantly, your breath catches, and your stomach fills with butterflies. You should have known you’d eventually be caught taking more and more of his treasures. You’d gotten too greedy- not that he minds, most likely. Human greed is a delectable flavor on top of his sharp tongue. “I’m being punished?” you ask meekly, your voice a high pitched squeak. He grins down at you, all sharp teeth and malicious glee.

“You are,” he rumbles out, tail squeezing ever tighter. “Now get to work.”

Taking steadying breaths, you begin to move. Sylus slowly releases your chin, but he doesn’t unravel his tail from your waist. Instead, he loosens it, allowing you to have better ability to move. You kneel downwards, reaching up to grab the hem of his pants. He stares down at you, watching you closely with his head tilted. This isn’t going to be your first time seeing him naked, not even close- but this will certainly be your first time seeing his cock- ahem, cocks. You wet your lip and begin to pull his pants downwards, hearing how it rubs against his skin. You can see some of his draconic scales covering the sides of his thighs the further down you go.

You glance up midway down, feeling the blood drain from your face when you see them.

His two cocks- both huge and long. They’re not yet fully erect, but they’re not shyly hanging, either. You can see the veins pulsing on both, and the same shade of red on their tips. You swallow once more, your heart rate picking up. They’re thicker than a rod, but not so terribly thick you couldn’t wrap your hands around them. They look as if they’re the perfect size for you to hold onto and stroke.

Dear god, you may just faint then and there. You’ve seen another client’s dick in the past, but they never looked like this, nevermind the fact there are two, and that they have ridges on their shafts. They look like small, edged bumps, and you could just imagine how they’d feel rubbing against your walls. You feel dizzy, and close your eyes to urge those thoughts away. You need to clean.

Wetting your lips, you take the pants off the rest of the way, waiting for him to step out of them before you toss it aside. Then, you reach for the nearby bucket of water, dipping a rag into the warm liquid. You can feel him staring down at you, watching you. He’s probably trying to get some kind of rise out of you. If this had happened just a few days ago when you had first begun working for him, it would have for sure. But now that you’ve grown more used to his shenanigans, and seeing him naked, you aren’t as shocked.

Reaching up, you grasp the top dick first, feeling the way his tail subtly tightens around your waist at your touch. You draw in a deep breath and try not to think too hard about what you’re currently holding- because if you did, you’d probably end up melting into a puddle. You’ve seen this man naked, and now you’re seeing his dicks. Touching his dicks. Cleaning his dicks.

You feel lightheaded. You’d dreamed of something like this, but you never thought it would actually happen. Your heart is racing, your mouth going dry.

With your other hand, you bring up the soaked rag. He’s still watching you, his hands propped on his hips, claws very slightly digging into his skin as you begin to carefully clean the shaft of his first cock.

You move the long length with your other hand as you need to, your fingers curling around it, rubbing against it with each movement. You feel him tense under your touch. You’re lightheaded at the point you move onto his second dick, holding the first one up for better access. Water trickles down the sides of both, dripping onto the floor with audible plops. It’s gotten so quiet you can hear each one hit the stone floor, and the way Sylus’ breath has started to pick up speed. His dick is slowly hardening in your hand, and you close your eyes for a moment, and finally finish cleaning it.

“I’m finished, master,” you say with relief, tossing the rag back into the bucket. You move to stand, but Sylus’ tail tightens further, holding you in place. You look up at him with confusion, breath catching when you see the lust gleaming in his red eyes.

“You’re not finished,” he says, voice sharp, breathing heavy. His chest heaves as he reaches down, grabbing your cheeks with one hand. He presses inwards, against your jaws. Your eyes widen as he forces your mouth to open wide, the grip bruising. He then gestures at both of his dicks with his free hand, an expectant smirk on his face. “Use your tongue.”

Oh god.

Oh fuck.

You feel your own breathing becoming fast, and before you know it, you’re leaning forward, unable to resist any longer. You’ve thought about this for days since he’d first hired you. You’d wondered how he’d feel in your mouth, how hard he could become, what he’d taste like.

You open your mouth wider, your tongue sliding out. You place your face next to his first dick and drag your tongue along its side. He tenses further, and as you lick up the length of it, all the way to its tip, his hand lands on your head, fingers tangling in your hair, claws scraping across your scalp. You close your eyes at the sharp pain from those claws, but you don’t mind a bit. In fact, it eggs you on. You swirl your tongue along the tip, one of your hands coming up to the second. You cup his lower shaft, grabbing onto it tightly. He gasps sharply, and when you glance up at his face, you can see that his eyes have closed. His tail curls tighter around you, his scales grinding, your ribs creaking. You draw in a sharp breath and press your lips against the tip, your fingers tracing the tip of the lower one.

You can see his eyelashes fluttering, and you can almost see the steam puffing out from his lips. It makes your pussy throb, and it gives you further confidence to go further.

You open your mouth wider, and obediently take his upper cock into your mouth. You start at the very tip, closing your eyes so you can focus on all of the sensations. You begin to inch forward, opening your jaws more and more as you take more and more of him in. He grunts, claws biting into your scalp as his hips jerk, trying to keep himself from thrusting yet. You wouldn’t mind if he did; you could handle it. You need to let him know that. You want him to know that. You’re his maid, after all.

Without warning, you press forward further, causing him to moan. You move your tongue along the bottom of his dick, and make sure to press harder against his lower tip; the combined sensations cause him to finally thrust, further jamming his upper shaft into your mouth. You feel the tip of it brush against the entrance to your throat, and you swallow instinctively, making sure to not bite down or gag. When you swallow around him, he lets out a grunt, his other hand tangling into your hair, tugging your hair as he pushes you closer to his pelvis. You continue to suck on it, only pausing when he thrusts, when you have to open your mouth and pull back just a little to breathe, before he tugs your head back into place.

You close your eyes tighter, swallowing as best you can. Your stomach is full of heat, turned on by his demanding touch. Using your hand, you manage to tease the tip of his lower dick, tracing the sides with your fingertips. It’s growing harder under your light touch, and so you grip on it tighter, giving it a light tug as you swallow around his upper shaft once more.

Sylus lets out a low growl and thrusts harder, this time making you choke just a little with surprise. He does so again, and you lean back on instinct, until he holds your head still and in place once more. He continues thrusting, his first dick growing with the hardness, further filling your mouth until you can’t even move your tongue against its bottom anymore. Your eyes sting with the pain of his thrusts, but you can’t help but crave the feeling. Your free hand reaches up, blindly grasping at his hip, nails dragging against his skin, digging in. You feel your nails strain from how hard you grip on, feel the heat and liquidity of his blood wetting your fingertips. He groans once more, and his claws scrape against the hard curve of your scalp and skull.

You wince slightly at the pain, but honestly, it actually feels rather… nice. Grounding, really, while you’re touching all of his two penises.

Suddenly, he seems to lose his balance, because he stumbles forward. You grunt, forced backwards until your back hits the stone bench behind you. Your spine digs into the hard, cold edge of it until you’re arching. Sylus follows your descent, one of his hands reaching out to catch himself on the surface of the bench. He pants heavily, his body shuddering. He looks down at you, his eyes shadowed as he stares at your face, your mouth stuffed full of his upper cock. He groans at the sight, shaking his head, closing his eyes, the image of it burned into his retinas and mind. You smirk as best you can with your current mouthful, despite the pain running up and down your spine from the impact.

Taking you by surprise, Sylus pulls both of his cocks away from you. They’re both standing at full attention now, throbbing and pulsing. You begin to pant as well, your cheeks and lips wet with your own saliva. In the next second, you’re yanked off of the bench by the dragon’s tail. He grabs your hips and turns you around in one motion, bending you forward until your chest and face are on the bench’s surface. You gasp with surprise when you feel his claws on your bare thighs, tracing into them sharply, leaving thin, red trails on your skin. You shudder, letting out a small, pleased noise.

He pushes the skirt of your maid’s dress up, and then grabs your underwear. Your eyes widen at the sudden actions, and you shift under his hands, your cheeks hot like molten lava. He yanks the skirt downwards, and you know he can see how wet you already are. You’re throbbing, needing some kind of stimulation, some kind of attention. You want his dicks inside of you. You hear him chuckle, one of his hands tracing up the side of your waist and ribs, cupping your breast through the fabric as he leans forward. Your breaths stutter, eyes closing as goosebumps raise along your skin. His touch is so gentle, so light, it’s almost addictive. His teeth sink into the side of your neck, causing you to choke on air. His other hand cups the curve of your bare ass, gripping the plumpness tightly.

“You’re already so wet, kitten,” he whispers into your ear, dragging his tongue along your neck. You whine softly, and he nips at the shell of your ear. “You’ve been good and cleaned me rather well… I suppose now you deserve a reward. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you can muster an answer, his hand moves from your ass and in between your thighs. You breathe heavily, nodding jerkily as his fingers slide between your wet folds, slipping along the smooth insides. Your skin tingles as he finds your clit and begins to rub it teasingly, his two dicks brushing against the side of your thigh. You pant as his rubbing presses down harder, up and down, up and down, side to side, round and round. You moan, legs shaking as he bites down on your neck once more with a small growl. That familiar, pleasant heat courses throughout your stomach and legs, tingling as it goes. You choke on butterflies, eyelashes fluttering.

As you begin to tremble, his warm fingers taking you higher and higher, he shifts against your ass, the hand on your breast disappearing. It finds itself on one of your ass cheeks, tracing the hole. It sends goosebumps up your arms, down your back. It’s almost too much at once when his other hand moves backwards, finding your opening. His claws never cut you once, but the cool smoothness of their surfaces add to the sensations you’re feeling all. His tail uncurls just enough to tease the tip of it along your clit, taking his fingers’ place.

Said fingers tease your two entrances, exploring both, causing both to quiver. Your vagina throbs as he sticks one finger inside, using your own cum to wet it. It slides in with ease, and you can feel it inside, shifting around, feeling your walls. You tremble, crying out as his other finger enters your ass, stretching it out at the same time as your vagina. Is he trying to overwhelm you? Trying to make you pass out? With the added sensation of his tail rubbing against your clit, and his teeth digging into your neck, you’re starting to think he is.

You shout out with the overstimulation of it all, hands flying forward. You grab at the opposite edge of the bench, the coldness of it biting into your hot, sweaty palms as he slides a second finger inside of you. He’s still circling your anus, slowly stretching it, as it needs a bit more convincing than your vagina. But eventually, he plunges a finger into it, using it to stretch it out further. You claw at the bench, resting your forehead against the stone, your heavy breaths fogging the reflective surface.

And then finally, finally, after an eternity of fingering you, he finally removes his fingers with wet squelches. You use the opportunity to catch your breath, before you’re crying out once more; he’s stuck one of his dicks into your wet pussy, instantly stretching it out further than before. You gasp for air, nails cracking on the stone bench, fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach. He presses to the side of your neck, carefully sliding in, not going too fast to keep from hurting you, but also not going necessarily slow. He’s hungry for this- you can tell by the pace he’s taking. You have that same hunger, and the way your walls stretch begins to feed that hunger.

Once he’s halfway into your vagina, he slides his second dick into your anus. Your eyes snap open, and your groan, legs trembling under you as you’re stretched wide open in two areas at once. You choke on air, lungs drawing in shaky breaths. You feel so stuffed- so full, and he hasn’t even cummed yet. You already have once, and you can feel it dripping down the insides of your thighs, hot and slick.

“Excellent,” Sylus whispers into your ear, grinding against you with a low groan. He pants heavily, rapid breaths filling your ears. He shifts himself, letting you feel both of his dicks in both of your holes. You whine sharply, your hands turning white from how hard you’re clinging to the bench. He’s not thrusting yet- he’s trying to get you used to the feeling before he really starts. You grunt, biting down on your tongue before you begin to move your hips, helping him grind. His breath catches, and he lets out a strained laugh. “You’re taking me so well, kitten. Let’s go a bit faster, hm?”

And faster he goes. Your vision goes white for a moment, and all you can do is cling onto the edge of the bench, eyes rolling into the back of your head as pleasure fills you.

You choke as he pulls out only to thrust back in, his pelvis hitting your rear end. You feel both of his dicks deep inside of you, stretching you to the brim. You feel the one in your vagina hitting your vaginal walls, finding that perfect spot. Your head tosses back, and you press your toes against the ground for extra support as you clench around him. He grunts, his hands finding your waist, holding you in place when he thrusts once more, harder this time. He hits that g-spot once more, and the one in your ass rips further in, touching areas that have never been touched by another before. You push at the ground with your feet, trying to move, but he holds you in place, claws digging into your skin once more.

It’s all so much. You squirm and whimper, and he bites at the top of your shoulder, shaking his head a little to further deepen it. He thrusts a third time, and then picks up the pace, staying at that angle to continue hitting your perfect spot. Tears pour down your cheeks, and sweat dampens your skin. Your stomach heaves, your heart racing almost painfully in your chest.

You’re floating as he pounds against you, coming in and out, in and out in a smooth motion. Your mouth hangs open, your forehead pressed hard against the bench, trying to find some kind of lifeline in the overstimulation. You’re tightening up, a familiar, tingling heat spreading through your thighs and gut and chest. He grunts, readjusts himself, and plunges in once more, making you see stars.

You cry out, and you release all at once. As you do, you tighten beautifully around both of his cocks. He growls, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and he feels himself burst shortly after you, following behind your pleased cry.

He fills you to bursting, and some of his cum leaks from your asshole, trailing over your folds and his lower dick, before dripping onto the backs of your feet. You’re trembling, and you can feel him shaking, as you both try and catch your breaths. He doesn’t pull out from either of your holes yet, remaining in place. He leans his forehead against the back of your shoulder, drawing in a deep whiff of your arousal. It’s delicious.

Your cunt is throbbing at this point, your vaginal walls and anus quivering around both of his lengths. You feel limp, drawn out, overused. He presses soft kisses up the side of your neck a second later, lips glancing over the side of your temple. He hums deeply, nose tracing over the curve of your jaw.

“Did you enjoy your gift, kitten?” Sylus asks in a low, rumbling voice. He kisses your cheek, lips warm against your skin. Mustering up your strength, you turn your head enough to catch his lips with your own, brushing them together lightly. He hums into it, eyes closing momentarily. As you kiss, he slowly and carefully pulls out of your holes, both popping out with wet “squelches”. “I’m going to take that as a yes. Now, don’t move. I’m going to clean you up.”

Catching your breath, you look over your shoulder, seeing him grab the water bucket from before and a fresh rag. “I thought that was my job, master,” you murmur, your mouth dry after gasping for air, after moaning and crying out. He chuckles, shaking his head as he crouches beside you. With gentle hands, he grabs your hips once more and turns you around, resting your back against the bench you’d just been fucked on. Dipping the rag into the water, he brings it up to your sides, wiping the blood from your skin.

“This is part of your gift,” he replies. “Don’t take it for granted, or I’ll stop.”

You close your mouth, allowing him to open your legs as he desires. He carefully wipes up the cum from your inner thighs, the water still warm from earlier, somehow. You watch him through half lidded eyes, head tilting to the side as he drags the rag up the top of your folds carefully; not pressing down hard enough to irritate your throbbing clit.

He moves slowly, leisurely, humming an off key version of a song you’d sang the day before. It’s spo off key, you almost don’t recognize the song. You bite down on your tongue once more to keep yourself from giggling; he can be adorable for a terrifying dragon.

“How do you feel?” he asks suddenly, glancing up at you, red eyes sparkling. “Are you okay?”

You can’t help but stare into his eyes, entranced for a moment. You hum lightly in response, closing your legs once he’s finished cleaning you up. He hums as well, and stands back up. He bends over for a moment to scoop you into his arms, holding you close to his broad chest. “I feel… nice,” you reply after a moment, resting your head against his shoulder, allowing your eyes to close. “That was nice.”

“Only nice?” he asks, a small huff escaping his lips. “Come now, it was better than nice.”

You chuckle, running your fingers along the curve of his deltoid. “Okay… it was great, master,” you say with a wistful sigh.

“Call me Sylus, kitten,” he says, steps even. “I think you’ve earned the right.”

Maybe you’re no longer sick of being his maid.

[milessunflowers]

yuki's reaction to his boyfriend cutting his hair off? im talking like.. stomach-length hair down to roughly what mick's hair looks like rn (i have a screemshot if u need it lol)

-bear 🫶

omg wait i feel like yuki would be so bitchy abt it

yuki tsunoda x male!reader

synopsis: after coming home from a double header, yuki finds out his boyfriend chopped off almost all of his hair

author's note: i love writing for yuki sm 🤭 hes just so wosnwkwoeje (in case yall didn't know i love him so so much)

he missed you a lot and was so excited to get home

he is used to you having long hair and loves playing with it

when he comes home and sees you, he at first doesnt recognize you

then when he clicks he is just shocked, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck

and you two are just blinking dumbly at each other

you probably say something silly like "fancy seeing you here" and he would just have this cutest face ever

hed look like a scrunched up mouse

youd wanna kiss him all over

unfortunately he just glares at you and you aremt sure whether its playful or not

turns out its a mix of both

he pouts and asks why you cut it off

you tell him its because its getting too hot out and you wanted to try aomething new

he eventually gets used to it

its not as fun to play with now but he starts to like

you eventually grow it out more just not as far

its at a good length that you like it and yuki likes it

he learns different hairstyles to try out on you too

you love watching him in the mirror because he would be so focused that his tongue would poke out between his lips and it would be so adorable

you guys would make it an everh saturday thing, as long as he doesnt have a race

its a cute at home date idea because then youd make dinner with yuki's help

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

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[sysig]

Starting out, things going Exactly to plan, as expected (Patreon)

[midnight-mourning]

🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay🐟

It's that time again, but now it's for May! So let's just jump right into it;

Requests

I will have 16 slots available for requests. Length will be the same as previous events with 1000-2000 words allocated to each

Requests can be anything (again)! Just ask that they relate to mermaids/mermay in some way, be that directly or indirectly and of course DCA-related.

As most know I am an X reader writer, but as long as my general request rules are followed, I don't mind writing for ocs, canon, etc. 

fair warning though for the above, I am not familar at all with TSAMS and if you DO have a specific au, I will do my BEST to be accurate but cannot guarentee beyond that

For those who don't know my rules, no nsfw (suggestive is fine!), and if you want something specific, be specific. Besides that, it's fair game, request what you want!

Potential Issues & Schedule

If there is overlap between request ideas, they will be combined in some manner of speaking (if possible). If needed, I will reach out to you about adjusting ideas or the likes, though I don't forsee this happening. This would occur if for example, someone wants gift shopping with Sun with their oc, and someone else wants the same thing with a reader-insert. Whoever requested second would be who I reach out to. 

Requests will be posted starting on May 1st & ending on the 31st! I will likely post every other day, with the fic I'm writing suplementing in between ^^

I will be starting writing as soon as I get the first request, as I have a busy month or so prior to May SO, requests will be open from today (April 13th) until next week April 20th, or until I get 16 unique requests.

To keep things organized, please request in the comments of this post. This also helps to potentially keep from overlap in requests, as you'll be able to see what else has already been requested. If you request in my ask box or such it'll make things a bit more difficult, so please avoid that.

HOWEVER, there is one exception to the above, which is if you wish to request anonymously, which is completely fine to do! But please only request in my ask box if you want to be anonymous. If overlap happens in that case, then y'all may just get two responses with similar vibes on the same day (essentially a bonus lol)

Sharing & More

Please feel free to share this post around, and request if you want to! Once I hit 16 unique ones I'll reblog this post with the announcement that requests are closed, so make sure to double check they aren't closed already prior to requesting!

I'll also post updates every couple of days regarding the status of total requests as well ^_^

Everything related to this will be under the tag #MM dca MerMay

These should be uploaded to ao3 when posted here, so you'll be able to read there if you prefer!

Shout out to the artists and beta-readers helping out with this event! It's a big help and adds to the fun so very excited to get to cooking with these and see what y'all get up to with them ^^ (if you're interested in joining in on this here's a final call to reach out and I'll invite you to the discord server :D)

General update things from me

As I said in my update post I am, very busy, things have picked up in my research so I'm in crunch mode to get done asap so i can graduate

I've been writing tho! Several things I'm waiting to share until I clean them up a bit but once mermay gets started i don't forsee another dry spell for a bit at least

Been working on a bit of everything, CS and HS both sit at the back of my mind but I just haven't had the time to really sit down and write for them both given theyre more in-depth with plot and such, will be getting back to them once im able to though I promiseee

I'm down a thumb rn due to a run in with a mandolin (the cutting tool not the instrument) but I will survive! not being able to draw sucks tho >_<

Excited to see the requests, bye for now!

Tags for those who enjoy my writing (if you'd like added, just let me know!)

@scarletcowboy @beemyhuneybee @fishm0ther @deviouscrackers @elsajoyagent8 @luckyyyduckyyy @zenkaiankoku @jogimote @local-shrub @milosmantis @robinette-green @everlightreader @sinister-sincerely @starredeclipse @dangerva @juukai @crystalmagpie447 @mothgutz236 @lizyxml @divinit3a @amarynthian-chronicles @crystalfay @that-one-unknown-artist @rosescarletful @buzzy-bee @hazelthebat @nightriverart

[sfstranslations]

what's your process on TLing? like how do you do it? I've always wondered what its like TLing stuff

Disclaimer that it's probably different for everyone, obviously, but for me it usually goes something like this:

(Got long, so under a cut. Minor bonus at the end for My S-Ranks fic writers!)

Get the raws (obviously, LOL).

When I start a TL session, I usually read back a little just to get the context of what's going on, because otherwise you risk getting some of the contextual information wrong.

Time for the actual translating! Read the sentence.

Break it down as best as I can—pick out grammar structure (is XYZ the subject or object etc.), pick out what words I know, cobble together a partial sentence from that. Ends up something like, "Character A {??ed} loudly and lifted their {right? left?} hand."

Look up the words I don't know in the KR-EN dictionary (usually Naver, but also Wiktionary as a backup, both English and Korean) and fill in the blanks. My Korean vocabulary is minuscule so I have to do this for at least one word almost every sentence… I also like to double-check the meanings of some words I'm not fully sure of (see right/left dilemma above 😅), or to see if there's other verified translations that would fit the sentence better if the one I think of doesn't flow well.

Addendum to the above point: If there's a word that doesn't really fit the scene or means some random off-the-wall thing, go on a research spree to figure out why it's showing up here. If this takes longer than 5 minutes, put a pin in it to come back to later and move on; otherwise I risk getting distracted or burning all my energy on research instead of translation, and sometimes the next few lines help me figure out what was being said anyway. Generally I mark these with the {???} from the example above, with a note on what confused me about the bit in question. (These are usually the things that require footnotes!)

If I completed the sentence, read over it to check that it actually makes sense. Sometimes it doesn't and I have to go back over grammar to redo it. Subject/object/topic markers my beloathed

Then once the meaning of the sentence is worked out, check that it flows with the rest of the scene. (If it doesn't, 70% chance it's a quote or reference to something, in which case, again, research or put a pin in it for later.)

Rinse and repeat until the end of the chapter.

First pass complete! 🎉

Go back and do all that research I saved for later :( (Chiyul is niceys to me and only uses odd or flowery wording that I can work out given enough time, but Geunseo is so mean about this. Stop referencing poets from the Tang dynasty who don't have easily accessible online translations for their works. What the hell) (Sometimes they'll reference something obscure and then make an oblique reference to THAT reference instead of the source material because they loooove having characters use injokes which I do love. But it is also majorly harshing my groove. Please have mercy)

Read over the chapter again, Korean then English, paragraph by paragraph, to make sure the translations actually line up and I didn't mess anything up during the first pass. Also for English editing purposes—grammar, punctuation etc. So combination quality-checking and editing.

Pass the baton to other team members for a second round of combination QC/edits; sometimes gets skipped, it depends

Clean the chapter (i.e. deleting all the Korean and running some final checks via regexes for miscapitalizations and the like)

Pick a good excerpt, tag all featured characters, and post! Aaand back to the grind for the next chapter. (…Bit of a simplification. What I actually do is just keep translating until I run out of energy/thinking power for the day. Chapters get cleaned and prepped for posting in batches of 10 only when the last batch have all been posted; e.g. we're on 390-something for S-Ranks right now, so when I'm about to post chapter 400, I'll edit and clean 401–410, and so on.)

Some more notes I wasn't sure where to fit in, below.

Besides quotes/references to external media and language/culture quirks, I also sometimes add footnotes when characters quote other characters from chapters that were posted quite a while ago. This is in part because it's probably helpful to readers but largely because it's helpful to me specifically (I have a terrible memory 😔) (if I don't do it then when I'm rereading the chapter for editing/cleaning I always end up going "they literally didn't say that though…? Is that a mistranslation?" and then it turns out they did say that but it was more than a chapter ago so I forgot. Sighs.)

Disclaimer that I don't translate from MTL anymore!! Quality is worse than translating by hand!! But sometimes if a chapter is really confusing then I'll slap the whole thing into Google Translate so I have an English version I can skim for the context. It's helpful because Google Translate gives extremely bad TLs in terms of English readability so I don't adopt its phrasing into my own TL, but it also gets juuuust enough right that I can identify what the gist of events is. Like if a chapter cold opens on a fight scene and only five paragraphs later clarifies the location of said fight, then the rough MTL lets me know whether I should be translating something as a wall (indoor fight) or barrier (dungeon fight), for example. Also helpful for pronouns, since Korean doesn't use those the way English does; if the character isn't named right off the bat, I don't want to be writing every sentence like "[PRONOUN] looked at [PRONOUN]self in the mirror, noting the dark circles under [PRONOUN] eyes", then have to go back to fill in the blanks 5 minutes later, you know?

I also make style guides for every story I'm translating, which I refer back to while working so I can keep the translations consistent. Whenever we're in a new setting or something gets brought up for the first time, I add it to the style guide for future reference. There's a lot of stuff in the guides that's probably only mentioned a few times, but at least I don't have to translate from scratch each of those few times!

The general style guide has stuff like number/unit formats, honorifics, and notes on spellings I mix up often (I try to use American English for consistency, although personally I prefer a combination of American/Commonwealth spellings (USA you are just wrong about worshiped, it's worshipped!! Do you say shiped?? Huh????)).

The story-specific style guides let me keep track of special names—places, characters, and more—but also things like system message formats. For My S-Ranks, I also have separate sections for the regions with lots of unique terminology (the VR dungeon and China so far, more to come).

Below are some examples from the general style guide and the S-Ranks-specific one.

Oh, one part of the style guide might also be helpful to any S-Ranks fic writers out there—here's the special characters I've been using for system admin messages such as "η๐┰ ሃ๐∪ዩ բმ∪┗┰" from chapter 53. (No replacements for B, J, K, M, Q, V, X, and Z because those haven't been needed so far. Added those in anyway for future-proofing!)

A: მ

B: ß

C: င

D: Ð

E: ∈

F: բ

G: ₲

H: ዞ

I: 𝔦

J: ຽ

K: ƙ

L: ┗

M: ៣

N: η

O: ๐

P: የ

Q: ዊ

R: ዩ

S: ડ

T: ┰

U: ∪

W: ￦

X: ㄨ

Y: ሃ

Z: ☡

Anyway! Hope that sheds some light on the translation process, at least the way I do it. Let me know if you have any more questions or requests! This was fun.