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[crowwritesaway]

Yandere Male General x Female Reader

“Y/N.” He called out softly. You hummed while looking at the book that the Princess boyfriend gave you. This is so beautiful. It has scriptures and drawings of previous generations.

He looked over at you. “What’s that?” He asked, his lip curling up. He knew that the Princess boyfriend gave you that. But why? Did he like you. Did you like him? He gritted his teeth. No. He better look another way before I take his useless eyes. He doesn’t deserve to look at her. She’s mine. My oxygen. My will to live. She’s my Y/N.

“A book.” You said, flipping through the book. He bit his lip. She cares more about the book than me. Impossible. He shook his head. He walked over to your side.

“Um, is it interesting? He asked, sitting beside you. “It is.” You replied, with a smile on your face. He nodded, his suspicion was confirmed. He is a threat. He has no right to get near her. We’re never visiting this empire again.

“What do you need?” You set aside the book. He smiled again. He quickly turned his attention back on you. This is how it should be. Our focus should be on each other. No outsiders. Just us.

“I wanted to visit you.” You nodded, looking away from him. You never liked staring directly in the eye for too long. Only for confrontation. He chuckled. So cute.

“It was a farewell gift.” You said, wanting to clear up any confusion. He hummed. “Where’s my farewell gift?” You frowned. “Huh?” “That man gave you a gift. He didn’t give me one. He’s quite friendly. Don’t you think?” You pursued your lips. “He did say goodbye.” You nervously laughed. You reached over and grabbed the book.

“Goodbye.” He glared at the book. “We should go train.” He put his hand over yours. He wanted you far away from that book. “Why now?”You sighed, pouting. I don’t want to train. “Why not? As general and you as guard of the empire, we have to be prepared.” He coaxed you. You clicked your tongue. I can’t argue with that. “Fine. Let’s go.”

He moved his hand before standing up. You stood up and walked out with him to the courtyard where the rest of the guards were training. I’m gonna burn that book tonight. Her mind should only be focused on me.

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[ladygwyndolin]

Writing commissions are now OPEN!

Commissions are OPEN once again! Want something written by a published author/yuri-obsessed fanfic veteran? Now's your chance to get it! I'm opening FIVE SLOTS with a max of 3000 words each, so DM here or on twitter if you want one! Details and discounts below!

WILL WRITE: fanfic, OCs, character/reader, analytical nonfiction, original concepts, furries, existing fic canons, omegaverse, kink, original stories, etc.

WILL NOT WRITE: Incest, adult/child relationships, raceplay, etc.

FAVORED SHIPS (no discount, but ones I'm very familiar with and can do most efficiently):

-Any f/f ship for Soulsborne/Elden Ring

-Suletta/Miorine (Gundam Witch)

-Noi/Nikaido (Dorohedoro)

-Rem/Misa (Death Note)

-Kyomami/Madohomu (PMMM)\

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-Reinhard/Kircheis or any f/f ship for LOGH

-Mireille/Kirika (Noir) or Nadie/Ellis (Cazador)

-Integra/Seras (Hellsing)

-Any F/F ship for Mass Effect

-Any F/F ship for Baldur's Gate 3

-Warmonger/Shaman (For Honor)

(There are plenty of other things I'm happy to write, so don't feel limited by that list! If you're curious about whether or not I'm familiar with a piece of media, don't hesitate to shoot me a message and find out!)

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SFW: "Don't Let Me Be The Last To Know" https://archiveofourown.org/works/51404692/chapters/129899833

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[ashesbreadandbutter]

🫂 Radiating Justice || Hellsing Alucard Angst 🫂

Word Count: 4,915

WARNING - As a victim I was going through a rough day when I started this. I looked up when SA awareness month was thinking it was this month but it's fine. Close enough if you will haha. April is nearly here and it'll be Sexual assault Awareness Month. April is also my birthday month so there's quite a bit of angst in the air with me right now. 

The story includes the talk of sexual assault and abuse so please be aware. To all the fellow victims out there hello, I see you and I am with you. 

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👇🏾 Story Continues Down Below 👇🏾

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It's one of those days. 

One of those fucking days. 

The days were his past, the long and vast pit of it plagued his mind. He's in the void, the one that's been hovering over him the the last couple of decades. The one that had formed directly after the Turks. 

He remembers no matter how many peoples he's met, no matter how many he's lost or torn up with his very own teeth and claws… nothing ever seemed to actually get rid of his original past. 

Even when he was joking, laughing, cackling it always lingered whether he wanted it to or not even if the distractions he had around him now seemed to quiet them from time to time it was still other fucking hell. 

They whispered to him, voices much like the one he held so many years ago. Voices that sounded like what he used to, telling him that it was his fault even if he tried to avoid it. Telling him that if he had been stronger back then he wouldn't have to suffer with the thoughts he was plagued with now, that sure it wasn't his fault, not necessarily, but what if he hadn't of been cursed into that world… hadn't of been created at all. If it wasn't that voice it was all the others, the souls of those that he had been made into consuming who had now… practically been able to see his life, who had been forced into watching his pain just as much as he was. 

They whispered, voices echoing in the shadows of his subconscious and he watched them do so with dead eyes. 

And if it wasn't the whispers, the gasps, the pained and sorrowful looks he received from the dead of those following him it was himself. 

At times, when there was nothing else but him, the darkness and that… child, Alucard was faced with being glared at, yelled and cursed at by them for not giving them the strength he now had and he listened… He did so until they gripped at the shirt they were wearing which was dirty, covered in muck and blood and fluids he rather wouldn't think of but what privilege did he have for such a wish? 

All he could do was listen to them because after so many years he's come to the understanding that they never had anyone to do such with. He had been forced to live the life he lived now, yes he had cursed God much like this child was cursing him now and had been created into what he is now but Alucard at times wondered just how… his life could have been if none of it happened at all. 

And he was pissed because after all these years it was simply too, fucking late. 

Even so, when they crumbled to their knees in a ball of tears… shaking, hiccuping, Alucard kneeled carefully before them. 

They were so small, so dirty… filthy and yet Alucard couldn't find himself to judge them as he had so cruelly done many, many times now. He couldn't look down on them for being what he was, small and weak and he looks at them with his crimson eyes like the shadow of a wolf in darkness. 

His body could still feel pain, just not as it didn't before he turned. The touches always seemed to linger like ghost touching and caressing him, gripping and squeezing him even when he knew no one else was touching him and at times… he almost seemed to trick himself into telling him he enjoyed it. 

After all who would he be now if he had never ran into the great and famous Ottoman Ruler Sultan Murad ll? The shit stain who had seemed to plague his mind enough to remind him of his origins even after all this fucking time that has passed. Alucard wouldn't be Alucard… if it hadn't been for him… right? 

He was losing his mind. He's been doing so for so long now.

At times his body didn't even feel like his own which was probably why he felt a bit different every time he had the time and chance to choose another. At times such occurrences almost seemed to make him feel better until someone whispered his name, or caressed his body in a way that always seemed to spark his memory in the worst of ways. 

He had never touched himself with those memories on his mind, it made him feel sick and even sicker when he seemed to… wish that he could. Sometimes a heat seemed to boil in his gut and after so many years of using his body for many things he had learned the difference between having actual attraction to someone but even that seemed to make things worse at times.

Knowing he wanted to be touched, needed to be by someone, anyone who actually gave a fuck about him versus knowing that haunting touch of that horrid man who only did so for sick pleasure seemed to drive him into an even deeper whole than he already was in. He's had his lovers, the ones he deemed worthy enough to sleep and bed with but something always lingered and it was starting to feel like something that he would never be able to actually get rid of.

It makes him dread his existence, almost as if he thought that maybe he shouldn't have tested the old bag of shit that they called God. Almost, because even with how empty he felt… he was still rather stubborn. 

It was like pulling at himself and a part of him was tempted at the very idea as he continued to watch that small child cry and sob before him. Distantly it made him think of some small animal pleading to some beast, like a deer in the hold of a wolf. There was fear, the smell of blood and ash in the air around them and yet as they sat here together in this void there also seemed to be a sense of understanding. Even wolves could be weak, even deer could be strong, nothing seemed to make sense but that…it did. 

Alucard found himself coming to a bit of a conclusion of some sort as the voices of the dead whispered to them and for the first time in a long, long time they seemed to actually make sense. 

He was broken. 

So much so that not only had the spirits around him spilled their blood but he had too and it rained over them as well as himself.

He was broken but not alone as he sits here with the many pieces of himself and fragments of humanity.

‘W-Why? Huh?! Why did it have to be like this?! Why did it have to be me!..’ They bawled like the child that they were and always would be because while they were both Alucard they had enough time to become… their own entity as well. 

Crimson eyes stay on them before slowly falling shut and as darkness seems to color his own vision now Alucard reaches out slowly to the child, raising his hands and leading them over before taking hold of them. 

They are a lot smaller than he is now and it's honestly rather interesting seeing such a difference. Alucard almost couldn't believe that he used to be so small considering how he presented himself to others now. He feels them jump under the light touch and he briefly wonders if even that hurts and he thinks to pull his hands away but then slowly, they lift their head and for the first time in this moment between the two of them, they look up at him, their eyes shining with tears and Alucard hadn't realized it until now but his also seemed… wet. 

He's… crying with them? 

He's crying with them. 

He hadn't felt like he'd been able to do such a thing after everything, after so many years, he couldn't even remember the last time he's even felt the itch to let out tears and yet here he was now as those usually smug and cocky eyes seemed to water. 

He takes hold of them though he doesn't have to hold hard as they immediately shuffle closer now as if searching for the comfort they've never been given and who was Alucard to deny them of such right now of all times. It's like they are both deer now or both wolves with Alucard being the buck or leader of the other now, here to comfort them much like a mother or father would do for a sobbing child that they loved and cared for. 

Alucard finds himself with them moving in and clinging to him and his cloak- his garbs that were all black just like the shadows that created his form. They hold him tight, nails digging into what they could and as Alucard sits back on his haunches his moves one arm to slip under their bottom and pull them even closer while his other hand moves to cradle their head, his large hand tangling in messy, inky black hair. The sob they let out at being held so close after all this time is enough to send the mightiest shivers rushing up Alucard’s spine as he clutches them just a bit tighter. 

And who would he be to let them cry alone while they were literally in his arms now? So of course, his own eyes look up to the darkness like clouds over them and as tears well up in his own eyes they slide shut slowly. Tears roll down his own cheeks as he holds them, as they sob ugily into his shoulder, wetting the fabric that seemed to cling to Alucard's body and he doesn't care because being wet with tears was a lot better than being wet with other things right now… The child shakes violently, soft cries turning louder and louder, turning into screaming, kicking and hitting as they seem to become overwhelmed with everything they've been cursed into living with within him and Alucard only seemed to soften, hugging them like he couldn't imagine letting go because he couldn't feel the pain of their little punches and kicks but he could feel the pain that threatened to overwhelm him if he let them go now, to break him if he loosened his grip even the tiniest bit. 

After everything, this felt like nothing. 

He could handle this reaction because no one would understand them but him, either one of them. 

It takes a moment, a few minutes maybe or it could have been a couple hours, Alucard at times could lose track of time in this place not that time seemed to matter in any way to him any more. Either way, the child grows quiet, sniffling and rubbing their face viscously into his chest in pain and angst but even though it hurts, everything hurts, they do seem to like being in his arms and held by him like the small child they are. There's nothing he or they could do after all this time. 

At least, nothing when it came to regaining the innocence that was lost to them, stolen from them but… maybe, a sense of peace could be fromed. Even just a little if… 

He found him. 

…

There, hidden in the crowd shaking like the scared little dog he was. 

And that's exactly how he should feel. 

Alucard slowly opens his eyes once more and turns his gaze in the direction of the piece of shit and he doesn't seem to be the only one as the child lifts their head slowly. Their eyebrows knitted together as an expression on pure rage slowly but surely forms on their lips and once fully there they also turn their gaze to follow Alucard's. 

There he was, the filthy bastard. The shadows and other spirits seeming to flicker and move aside to expose him more to the two and as if he can smell the animosity that suddenly fills the air he perks and comes face to face with the crowd and Alucard in particular. The child seems to reel their teeth back like a rabid dog, fangs sparkling even in such darkness and Alucard feels himself make a similar grimace but there's a sadistic look to his that forms as it always did when he was presented with these moments. That sadistic look that seemed to show up when he was fighting on the battlefield though the idea of controlling himself is nowhere in sight like it would be if he was killing ghouls usually. It's bitter. There's unbridled rage just seeing the man, a taste of something similar to oil of his tongue like bile and when Alucard moves to get to his feet he continues to hold the child but now with his one arm under them as he stands to his full height. 

Immediately Sultan attempts to run, jerking in order to gather himself only to crash to the groud when a hand grabs his ankle roughly. 

It's a phantom hand and not one of Alucard's own per se but one of a spirit in the mass group around them and it dawns on Alucard that they are also… just as furious. 

Sure, many had been beasts who were killed by Alucard because they had to be but those who held similar trauma seemed moved by these things. Seemed just as angry as Alucard was and the child, and for what reasons in particular he wasn't sure but after spending so many years with so many souls only to just now learn them for who they were Alucard knew that he wasn't alone in more than one way as well. There were fellow victims in the group, those who had been so viciously abused by Sultan or by someone who held just as dirty of a soul as his and Alucard could hear their whispers, their words of how he should be punished far worst than simply living here with the rest of them. 

To put it simply. Many wanted to see him be punished like the vile, disgusting creature that he is. 

To be punished like a bad dog, face justice like he was meant to. 

That he should be whipped, strung up, raped just as the others had been and Alucard almost felt better at such words as they grew louder and louder, chanting, hisses and snarls filling the air. Even if some of these spirits had their own reasons for feeling such ways one way or another they all wanted him gone. They didn't want to have to share this same space with a creature like Sultan Murad ll and who was Alucard to make them, who was he to allow this man to love even amongst this place without facing the pain that he had caused upon others. 

Alucard could be rather forgiving however,

He would never forgive this man. 

He couldn't forgive this man. 

Wouldn't even dream of it. 

And so he takes a step, then another and Sultan begins to screech, already begging, pleading for the life that no longer belonged to him… doing so much crying much like Alucard had done all those years ago, over and over again as he repeatedly cried and begged and pleaded. Seeing such a weak display made him snarl, the least Sultan could do was take it like a man. Something he had said many times himself while he was buried in Alucard's small and tormented body and had he ever had mercy? 

No. He hadn't. 

So who would Alucard before to have any on him? 

When he had killed the man Alucard hated the fact that he didn't want him to just die and be blessed with finding himself at the gates at hell so instead bitterly consumed his blood, his sport, his soul just to have him here and just to torment the man just like he had for many others. 

To welcome him to hell while also showing him it in all it's best aspects. 

The spirits clung to the fat bastard as he tried kicking, tried fighting off the hands that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, they dug into his skin and ripped at his clothes until he was just as small and naked and scared as Alucard himself had been and as the great No Life King continued to approach like a giant trailing through a sea of claws and hissing, those spirits made room for him, stepping aside obediently as Alucard made slow steps. Said steps that some how rung out louder that the animalistic sounds around then, even louder then Sultan's screaming which only seemed to get louder as he fought and kicked only to now find himself naked like some wet dog that had been caught in the rain. He tries scooting away, his ass rubbing against the dark floor and his legs kicking and once he's cornered, backed up to a wall like some little bitch, Alucard pauses when he seems to catch the whiff of piss. 

Did he… 

Alucard suddenly snorts, the wild look in his eyes only growing crazier as he finds himself moving his free hand up to his mouth as if to snuff off his own laughter. 

Did Sultan Murad ll fucking piss himself out of pure fear? How precious, of course he did Alucard remembers the smell as disgusting as it is. 

How could he not after all the time the man had seemed to find humor in pissing of him after he'd cum in him, after he had his fill of Alucard's young body. The laugh that fills the air is wild, a loud cackle that rung out and filled the air.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Alucard now speaks and the child in his arms jumps a little thought they look at him with sparkling eyes almost as if in awe at that reaction.

“After all this time you can't even fight back?! You can't even bother to get to your feet?!” He giggles as all eyes turn on him and then back to the man who seemed to be shaking in a pool of his own piss. Hell, Alucard hadn't even been aware that the spirits even could piss themselves after dying and yet here he was being proven wrong in the faces of so many. “How pathetic.. You've even allowed yourself to be stripped like some corner whore.” He says, his voice dripping with venom as he continues to storm forward and a few shadows shift and stir behind him, revealing themselves as being his dogs. The shadows that he used so often when it came to killing those who truly deserve it and to say the least, they were starving. Itching the sink whatever teeth and limbs that they could into the man and Alucard could feel them waiting for his permission. 

“Should I allow you to be treated like one too? To be raped and used from every orfis like they are?” He asks with a voice so hauntingly chilling that the room feels icy on impact. 

I-I'm so sorry.. I never.. 

Sultan's voice suddenly cries out and Alucard finishes crossing the space between them with a few sudden and big steps which literally made the man yelp and try to squeeze himself into a ball as if he'd be granted access to hide. But no, not here, never here. He deserved to be seen, to be judge, ostracized like the filth that he was and if Alastor was the judge than he would judge this made and he was justice so of course he wouldn't offer him the mercy that he begs for now.

He even tries to meet Alucard before Alucard gets to him as some weak, pitiful attempt at being heard out, listened to and when Alucard stands right before him the man scrambled to his hands in knees. 

F-Forgive me! Please forgive me. 

Sultan Murad ll says while fucking sobbing, even attempting to move and kiss at Alucard's feet. He plants one and shakily looks up to Alucard to see it's affect on to be faced with… nothing. Not even the smile which had been there a moment ago as sharp, crimson eyes looks down at him like shit on the side of the street. 

Quickly the man moves down to give another kiss only to gasp and a foot connects harshly with his jaw, kicking hard enough to knock him back on his ass and make his head spin. His vision is blurred for a second and there's a ringing in his ears and it takes him a minute to realize that he was bleeding everywhere from his nose which was fractured. It's like they weren't even dead. He hadn't expected to be able to feel such pain in the afterlife and now after quite literally getting a taste the man breathes quickly and heavily, cupping his hands under his chin to uselessly try and catch the red crimson which was leaking from him like a faucet. His hands shaking horribly as he slowly looks up and meets Alucard's vicious gaze. 

“Don't touch me. You are the very last people I want touching me and you… know that.” Alucard says with a snarl as he now takes the time to lean down and place the child on the floor and understandably so, they hide behind Alucard for protection, not that they actually had anything to fear. They hid but not so much so that they couldn't see. 

They wanted to see the show too after all.  

“Those dirty lips, those filthy lips and you think that I want them on me after everything I've gone through thanks to you?” He hisses and the only reason he doesn't lunge at the man himself is because he doesn't need to, he had all these eyes around them right now, if you didn't tear him apart than someone else surely would. 

“I wouldn't even drink your blood if it was the last bit on this shit fucking rock we call Earth. Don't. Touch. Me.”

He wants to grab him and throw him so hard on the group that his body would basically burst open with broken bones and limbs on impact but Alucard felt done with this trash, this waste of a human soul. And so, he simply scoffs, moving to turn away, gathering that small child in his arms once more and they happily allow him with a little smile forming on their face. Just seeing this was enough to calm them, was enough to give them vengeance, just seeing this man… practically smelling his fear in the air was enough to heal something deep within them.

Alucard however…

Didn't seem to change as he pulls them up and allows them to look over his shoulder at the view, holding them closely and even rubbing their back a little. And with a hum and a short whistle from his lips the spirits around them seem to suddenly jumping at the man startling with the hellhounds who didn't waste any time rushing forward, hungry. 

Jaws snap down everywhere they can, fangs and claws tearing into flesh and spilling blood as Sultan screams in agony. 

He probably had thought this wouldn't be painful but it was anything but as the hounds tossed him to the ground, and they cries and pleads only seem to continue. They filled the air like music and when the other spirits joined in, rushing to see just what they could get their hands on and tear into, Alucard hums. 

There is a bit of satisfaction. 

Especially when the man is faced with not just being torn apart but groped at as well, touched fondled. 

Alucard wouldn't stop them and as his younger self watches with wide eyes he continues to hold them close as if they were his own child, one he created and to be honest… they basically were. He formed them every day, had been in this space with them alone for so many long and painful years. 

No one knew them like he did. 

And no one would know him as much as them. 

Which was perfectly fine. Screams soon turn to cries, crimson on the floor soon finds itself blending in with semen, cum as the man was used but not only those starving spirits but the hellhounds too. Over and over again like some whore, some slut, just like he had done to so many others. 

There's a sense of peace that fills the air over all the sobbing, the crying, the laughing and Alucard finds himself feeling even more so introspective then he had originally. Coming to the conclusion that even this didn't feel like enough to pay for it all. 

However, the child in his arms seemed to brighten, shining like a start as they watched this show. It's the brightest Alucard has ever seen them, it's such a pure look that he never thought he'd be able to see in this world and it's warm. So warm, like the shining sun and before Alucard can stop himself he falls to his knees, clutching the child tighter now and burying his head in his shoulder. 

The child squeaks and looks at him carefully and he's shaking, it clicks now that Alucard has finally broken, shedding tears from those beautiful crimson eyes of his and they still still for a moment but a soft smile forms on their lips. 

Slowly, gently, they move to wrap their own arms around him now, hugging him close and Alucard sobs under the touch. 

He's been to this place so many times now and never has he felt like this, never had everything just made… sense, and it was overwhelming having spent so many years with this pain. Trying to hold on to it and deal with it on his own but the thing was that Alucard was anything but alone and they were with him as much as he was with them and no matter how much he tries to ignore them, avoid them, hate them. 

And Alucard found himself very grateful for them as he continues to let out tears that had been trapped in him for so, so long and they let him with a smile on their face. 

“Thank you.” 

They whisper now against Alucard while gently rubbing his back now much like he had done with him as he clung to them like a child would with their favorite toy. 

It's like he had finally felt something new, different from what he's been stuck with filling for all this time and he tried to handle such an overload of emotions but simply couldn't. 

“Thank… you.”

Alucard says back now while nosing at them, shaking a little less now as they rubbed them and held him close. Never having cried over all of this was one thing but having someone to cry with? Was definitely another. 

It's relieving. 

Like popping a balloon full of water, and as blood spills behind them Alucard allows himself to but wash with every emotion. And as he continues to cry he feels a wave of euphoria knowing that he's suddenly found a better reason to continue this life of his. 

When he pulls back from the void he finds you next to him. Resting calmly against his shoulder, sleeping soundly it seemed. You had been working with him enough now that you two had built a bound and sometimes, you definitely tested your luck and this was definitely one of those times. A tear falls from his eyes, then another because why… are you here? Greeting him after he just took such a journey within himself. 

You were so little next to him, so… sweet and kind and Alucard would be lying if he said that he didn't find himself fond of you. 

Your bright eyes, and soft lips, smooth skin.. and with such beauty you were also… kind. So caring and loving and it suddenly makes sense as the why you're also here with him right now, practically tucked into his cloak. You must've worried for him. When the two of you met you seemed to nervous, so hesitant and as… cute as it was it was clear you tended to keep a distance from him so.. being here with him now, had to mean you weren't scared enough not to lay and take a nap right next to him and that makes him… smile a little.

He looks down at you for a moment, admiring your lashes and soft cheeks and the way you chest rose and fell slowly and without much other thought he wipes his eyes of their tears and slowly, carefully leans down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips were soft, careful, against her warm skin and he could easily pick up on her natural scent. When he pulls back you stir a little, just a tiny bit and Alucard chuckles, moving his arm in a way for it to slip around you easier and pull you even closer. He goes back to resting his head, leaning it back to look up at the ceiling before slowly letting them fall shut and for the first time in a long time his heart felt…

Light. 

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[taxi-cab-to-art-town]

Emergency Commissions

I'm going through a load of stuff right now and is kind of desperate for cash, so I'm opening up emergency commissions with a goal to reach $1500 by June in order to pay off some money I owe. Anything helps!! I'm more likely to finish writing commissions sooner but I've been doing a lot of art lately so I thought I'd open those up as well. Even if you can't afford to commission anything it would be amazing if you'd be willing to reblog in order to get this more traction!

Link is to the site that has all the info, the basic info is under the cut

[mikumana]

Please Let Me Use You

♡ Media: Genshin Impact

♡ Pairing: Top!Alhaitham / Bottom!Kaveh

♡ Rating: Explicit ; no warnings

♡ Synopsis: Kaveh has been waiting all week for Alhaitham. He's not quite sure what he's getting into.

Author’s note: I did this for one of the kinktober days (bootworship)! I'm still warming up back into writing, so constructive/positive feedback is greatly appreciated! On another note, I am thinking about opening fanfic commissions soon if anyone would be interested! -- DM me if you are and we can chat :) ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

Kaveh was face-first into the floor. But he had been waiting for this all week. He was prepared to suffer Alhaitham’s wrath and all of the things that came with it.

Alhaitham’s gloved hand roughly cups Kaveh’s chin, pulling his head up. In this moment, Alhaitham couldn't care less about how much he hurts Kaveh.  After all, Kaveh was all his and no one else’s.

“So pathetic, Kaveh. I can see how hard your dick is straining against your pants in a mere glance. Do you wish for me to let you get off on me?”

Kaveh whimpers at the thought, desperately begging Alhaitham, “Yes, I do. I would do anything for you, master Alhaitham.”

Alhaitham retorts, “Then you will hump my boot until you cum.”

Upon hearing this, Kaveh’s breath hitched. Taking off his pants and throwing off his shirt, he positioned his hips just above Alhaitham’s boot. 

“Start now, slut,” Alhaitham commanded. This caused Kaveh to speed up, grinding frantically against Alhaitham’s boot faster and faster. He would like to say that he couldn’t believe he was participating in something so pathetic, but he knew that he would do anything in a heartbeat for Alhaitham any day. 

It was like Kaveh’s body was acting on its own. His left hand was gripping Alhaitham’s ankle tightly as if his life depended on it, trying to control the volume of his moans. He was hardly successful, however, unable to suppress Alhaitham’s name slipping through his lips at just louder than a whisper. 

“Moan for me louder, or you won’t get to keep getting off on me.”

Kaveh began to moan louder, eyes lolling back as small beads of sweat dripped down his skin, ever-illuminated by the bronze glow of golden lamplight. Bringing his hand to Kaveh’s neck, Alhaitham squeezes tightly, causing Kaveh to cease his grinding. 

“Good boy, stopping for me,” Alhaitham mocked. “Who knew being choked would make you listen?”

Alhaitham paused, surveying the flustered Kaveh from top to bottom. His hair was disheveled, face flush. It didn’t look like there was any thought in Kaveh’s mind except that he needed Alhaitham more than anything he had ever wanted before.  “Take off those underwear you whore,” Alhaitham sneered, eyes narrowing. 

Kaveh loved it when Alhaitham possessed him. As he removed his underwear, Kaveh’s dick rose to his stomach. He was quite possibly the hardest he had ever been. Precum leaked out the tip, trailing down towards the base. Kaveh groveled at Alhaitham, pleading, desperate for some sort of approval to finally be able to touch him. “So impatient, my slut. Finish getting yourself off. Same conditions as before.”

With no hesitation, Kaveh began to rut against Alhaitham’s boot, moaning loudly echoing throughout the chamber. He panted and panted, getting closer to release. Tears welled in his eyes from the pleasure as he increased his speed. “Please, ‘Haitham, I’m so close. Please let me finish all over you,” Kaveh begged. 

Alhaitham made a slight whimper at this. He wasn’t expecting Kaveh to be so bold.

Granting permission, Alhaitham spoke, “You may cum, Kaveh. Grind against my boot like a pathetic slut and cum all over it. I know you can’t resist.”

Movements becoming more sluggish, Kaveh thrust into Alhaitham’s boot, rubbing himself against it as quickly as possible despite hindered breathing and looming exhaustion. 

“Alhaitham, Alhaitham, ‘Haitham…” Kaveh groaned out, panting and cumming onto Alhaitham’s bejeweled boots.

Cracking a slight smile, Alhaitham praised Kaveh. 

“You did such a good job, my Kaveh, cumming all over me. I’m so glad I own a pathetic slut like you. I do wonder, though, how you will clean my boot up…”

[chaosister]

DISCOUNTED WRITING COMMISSIONS !!

my family and I are having some financial issues right now so I decided to lower my prices in hopes that people would be more interested!

$12 (og price: $25→$ 15) = 1k words

$20 (og price: $27) = 2k words

$27 (og price: $30) = 3k words

more info? head to my undiscounted commission info post to see examples and rules!

I do nsfw and sfw, write for any fandom that exists, and could make a free extra short story if you commissioned a 2k words piece!

[poleaxewife]

Hello there! We are Cassiopeia. Today we're officially opening our writing commissions! Some background about us, we have been writing for more than a decade in various formats. We have an AO3 account where we are presently writing Kommandant Für Kommandant, a Signalis fanfiction that is currently over 20k words and is still ongoing.

We are multifandom and capable of researching almost anything for writing a story.

That is where you come in, dearest reader.

We have opened our commissions! At the moment, we have three slots open and an entirely clear back-queue.

If you would like to commission us, please read our TOS linked below.

[ivorydragoness44]

New year, more writing!

My writing commissions are open for 2024. Please review my original post here for more details.

There are only 3 slots available at this time, be sure to get your spot! :)

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My Masterlist of Masterlists (links to my various fanfictions, insert readers, and imagines)

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Writing Commissions are closed

[happybunnykat]

Hey! I'm going to have to get a crown on one of my teeth and I have no source of income at the moment, so I am going to offer

Writing Commission!

(Note: I will not write fanfiction because I cannot afford legal trouble right now, sorry besties!)

(Also don't feel bad if you can't commission right now, my parents are going to help me pay for my tooth so I am only moderately desperate-)

How this works:

Explain to me your OCs and their settings/genre.

Tell me what you want me to write, (e.g. a character study, a fight scene, a short story, etc.)

Tell me your minimum word count, which is what you will pay me for. If I exceed the word count you will not have to pay me extra. Keep in mind the word count will constrain the amount of detail I will be able to go into and I will attempt to stick as close to that word count as possible.

I will show you the drafts as I work on it and make edits as you request, within reason. (E.g. if I am almost done with the scene and you suddenly decide you want me to rewrite the entire scene from scratch I will refuse, unless you are will to pay for it as a second scene.)

I might ask you if I can post the story on my AO3 account for reference of what I write, but will not post without permission. If I put a story I have written for you up and you later decide you no longer want the story up, message me and I will take it down.

Pricing and rules under the cut.

Pricing: 2¢ per word

50 words: $1 (minimum)

5,000 words: $100 (maximum)

Rules for the commissions:

No fanfiction: I cannot afford to get into legal trouble right now and also I am not well versed in the vast majority of fandoms.

DO NOT POST MY WRITING AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!!!

I will not write: rape/sexual assault scenes, graphic torture scenes, under age sex scenes, incest of any kind, stories that portray christianity in a positive light, or suicide/suicide attempts (although I will write recovery scenes/scenes that reference those things, as long as it is not explicate.) I may also turn down any offer I choose if I don't want to write it.

I will write: Explicit sex between adults, murder, non-graphic torture scenes, fetish scenes, body horror, most other things that weren't mentioned previously.

The amount of time it will take for my commissions to get done will vary! Feel free to check up on me from time to time to ask how your commission is coming along, I will try to be as transparent as possible with you about my progress.

[noodlepals]

I've decided to open up writing commissions

Hey yeah! So I've decided to open up writing commissions for both original work and fanfics. My pricing is 3 cents a word, so for 500 words it'll be $15, for 1000 it'll be $30, and for 2000 it would be $60. I'm capping the maximum request at 2000 words so please don't ask for more than that. Please also give me between 2-6 weeks to fulfill your commission. It'll most likely vary depending on the length. I will not write anything with hate speech or bullying, and I'm free to decline any commission based on the subject matter or the ability for me to convey the premise within the word limit. If the requested material goes above a PG rating, please be sure to inform me. If you want to know more and you're interested in a commission please contact me through dms. I accept payment through paypal. For samples of my writing style here is the link to my ao3, if you'd like to see more examples of my work you can ask in dms :]

[kitty-taylor]

If someone commissions Kuroshitsuji, I will give you a discount!

[crowwritesaway]

Yandere Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Pt.2

“Come on, Y/N. Get inside the car.” Bucky told you, laying a hand on his car. You shook your head. “Let’s go.”

“Bucky.” He tilted his head. “Y/N.” He followed you. How else would he have known you were at some party. “I’m here with some friends.” He raised a brow. He moved his hand from the car and walked towards you. “What friends?”

“Friends that you don’t know.” He scoffed, shaking his head. I know everything.

“Bucky. Seriously. I’m gonna go back inside.” You turned away. Bucky reached out and pulled you into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you. He snuggled his head into your neck. “I’m lonely.” He mumbled, his breath tickling your neck.

You bit your bottom lip. You placed your hands on his. “Then…then join me. Let’s go.” He grumbled. He didn’t want to go back into the club. It was full of people…of men. He saw them stare at you. He didn’t blame them. You were gorgeous.

“You don’t even like crowded spaces.” He said, turning you around to face you. He held onto your hands. “I thought why not try something different.” He narrowed his eyes. “When exactly did you meet these so called friends?” You looked at him. “Last week.” He couldn’t believe it. You put yourself at risk. “Y/N.” He scolded you. “Why would you do that?”

“Does Steve know about these friends?” Your eyes went wide. “No. He wouldn’t freaked out.” He raised an eyebrow. What about me? I’m freaking out. Ugh. “Obviously, you too. I can take care of myself. I’m not a damsel in distress.” He chuckled. I’ll show you. Just wait. “We’re leaving. Now.” Fine. You reluctantly followed him to the car. He opened the passenger door. You sat inside. He closed the door and walked over to the driver side. You tugged against the seatbelt. It was stuck. Just what I needed. You groaned.

He opened the door and sat on the driver’s seat. He heard the noise of the jammed seatbelt. He smiled. She looks so adorable. You were huffing and puffing. You blew your hair away from your face. His lips were so close to yours. He reached over and pulled the seatbelt and clipped it. You looked away, clearing your throat.

He moved away. My damsel. My doll. Mine. All mine. “Thanks.” You mumbled, your face heating up. “Anything for my damsel in distress.” You put your hand over your face. I bet he’s smirking.

He was. Bucky smirked while glancing at you. He ignited the car and drove out of the parking lot. “What’s your plans for tomorrow?” He knew what they were but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You looked out the window. “The usual. Work. Eat. Sleep. Might throw in a little surprise visit to…” You sat up. “Just the usual.” He frowned. To who…surprise visit to who?

“What about you?” You asked Bucky. He sighed. His mind was screaming at him. Who were you going to see? And why didn’t you tell him? “Nothing.” Except follow up on whoever you’re visiting. A surprise. And for what?

“You might as well go on a date.” You told him, he deserves to be with someone. He was pretty lonely. Not that he needed someone to fill in the void. His head snapped towards you. “Why? I have you.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah, but it’s different.” He looked back on the road. “Different how.”

You licked your lips. “Well, ours is platonic. I’m talking about love. At your age, shouldn’t you be settled down with one or two kids or pets.”

“My age.” He said in a cold tone. “I mean, you know what I mean. “I’ve been on dates. For your information, they just don’t have what I want.” They’re not you.

“Is marriage something you want?” He asked you. Because if that’s what you want. He’ll have the ring by tomorrow. Everything could be arranged within a week.

“I don’t think so. I haven’t met the one.” The one you approved of. You rolled your eyes. “Really. How do you know that?” You clicked your tongue. “How about the boyfriend I had two weeks ago?”

“No.” He refused. I’m taking about me. I’m right here. “Sooner or later, one of us is going to be in a relationship.” You crossed your arms. “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gritted his teeth.

Stay around for more of Yandere Bucky Barnes x Reader

📌 Emergency commissions are open.

If you can help, it would mean a lot to me. I have expenses (groceries, Wi-Fi).

The goal is $300.

Reblogging this post is also helpful.

[ladygwyndolin]

RACHEL’S WRITING COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!

Commissions are OPEN once again! Want something written by a published author? Now's your chance to get it! I'm be opening FIVE SLOTS with a max of 3000 words each, so DM here or on twitter if you want one! Details and discounts below! REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

RULES:

WILL WRITE: fanfic, OCs, character/reader, analytical nonfiction, original concepts, furries, existing fic canons, kink, original stories, etc.

WILL NOT WRITE: Incest, adult/child relationships, etc. (please respect my decision and comfort level)

FAVORED SHIPS (no discount, but ones I'm very familiar with and can do most efficiently):

-Any f/f ship for Soulsborne/Elden Ring

-Suletta/Miorine (Gundam Witch)

-Noi/Nikaido (Dorohedoro)

-Rem/Misa (Death Note)

-F!Zealot/F!Psyker (Darktide)

DISCOUNTS ($5/1k words off for any comm with these as a focus):

-Reinhard/Kircheis or any f/f ship for Legend of the Galactic Heroes

-Mireille/Kirika (Noir) or Nadie/Ellis (Cazador)

-Integra/Seras (Hellsing)

-Greyfax/Celestine (WH40K)

-F/F Adepta Sororitas (40k)

-Kyomami/Madohomu (PMMM)

-Warmonger/Shaman (For Honor)

(NOTE: There are plenty of other things I'm happy to write, so don't feel limited by that list! If you're curious about whether or not I'm familiar with a piece of media, don't hesitate to shoot me a message and find out!)  

Some examples of previous commissions:

SFW: "No Victory But Vow" https://archiveofourown.org/works/38808822

NSFW: "Manus Celes" https://archiveofourown.org/works/38908965  

Tips are appreciated but not required! Feel free to lmk if you have any questions or want to reserve a slot! I look forward to writing for you :D  

[ashesbreadandbutter]

Lucifer x Willow (OC) - Meetings Greetings

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Commission made by! @hanaotaku95

Thank you for commissioning pookie bear and I look forward to hearing from you again!

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Word Count: 2,143

2k word Commission

Ship 🫶🏾✨: Willow x Lucifer

Thank you for purchasing and deciding to work with me! I had a lot of fun working on this for you and if the idea to work in the future ever comes to your mind then I'd love to keep in touch.

~ A ùwó

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When he had gone to Stolas he had been rather excited for his chances, the possibilities. Lucifer, the great big man himself, was a rather lonely soul and so not only had he started to put more time in learning more about his citizens, he had come to find a group that really interested him. IMP, the ‘immediate murder professionals’ as he's come to learn.

He had grown rather fond of their ad, played it two thousand, five hundred fifty four times actually if he remembered correctly and after some time he's finally come to actually visit.

When the door opens and he grins the look on Loona 's face actually managed to go from its usual nonchalant gaze to one of pure shock and reasonably so… she froze immediately upon being greeted.

“Um! Oh!” Lucifer says looking over the hellhound, putting on a charming smile, even taking the time to dust off his shoulders and make sure his hat wasn't crooked before reaching a palm out to the hellhound as if to shake her hand.

“I saw your companies ad on TV and well to say the least I'm curious! Interested if you will.” He starts off and Loona actually feels her mouth fall open just as Willow trails in with Moxie and Millie in tow.

That chatted about a few things as they usually did whether it be something as simple as the weather outside to their more deeper friendship things. The three were rather close and in particular at that very moment Willows voice seemed to stand out the most, making Lucifer himself perk before tilting his head and looking aside from Loona to see just who he was hearing and then his eyes land on her.

“No no, I'm just saying you all should be more careful. Last time you saw how Blitz almost blew up the fucking microwave… and his head with it.” she seems to ramble only to pause and look over to Loona. They had heard when he originally knocked and were just now coming to see their guest. Curiosity fills the air because they get visitors here and there but Loona suspiciously seemed to resemble a… living statue at the moment even though her back was currently to the three.

The imps come around her, Millie huffing softly at first and Moxie lifting a brow and then all three froze much… like Loona had down so.

“Great holy fuck…” Willow manages to break the silence first and Lucifer's honestly grateful for it because to say the least he was starting to feel a bit awkward standing here as they gwaked at him. It happens often in situations and circumstances like this. He softly chuckles at the response, looking directly at her now, his crimson eyes connecting with her own as he raises a hand to give the group a wave.

“Unholy. Oh and I think your dog is broken?” He says, lifting a brow but there's a smile on his charming little face.

Everyone seems to blink for a moment only for Moxie and Millie to immediately drag Loona aside, practically rambling to her about never wanting to work on being more friendly and how rude and crazy it was for her to freeze up at such a time and not shake the Devil's hand and Loona takes it like a champ because even she can't not hate herself for never caring more about her own responsibilities and timing. Her ears lowered as she lets them fill her ears with the words she deserves to her and it's quite literally like two parents grounding a reckless teen or caretakers ranting about their patient's behavior.

Its needed and it's not that Willow disagrees with their way of ‘parenting’ but she wishes she wasn't practically shitting herself right now as she now stands alone with Lucifer now.

What else is she to do but gather her millions of thoughts and give him a wide smile as a light ball of sweat seems to run down her neck.

“I… apologize for the wait sir. Please, please come in. Take a rest if you want, thirsty? Hungry? I can assist you right now with any of your wants and needs.” She offers and it's only because of who he is. Willow would be a liar if she said she wasn't just a bit hopeful in growing closer to him because how often does the Lucifer show directly up to anyone's doorstep? Hell, usually she'd even try standing up for Loona but she definitely deserves the punishments she'll get for slipping like this.

Lucifer seems to shake off any awkwardness he felt from his interaction with Loona and reaches his hand out now to Willow, that charming smile coming back to his lips but it's just a bit bigger now as she looks down at her and maybe he is growing a sweet spot for these little imps and maybe… just maybe it's because they have to literally look up at him for a change.

He gives her a moment and Willow eyes widens a little when she realizes he's serious and eagerly, she takes his hand with both of her own even, holding and shaking his palm as her tail seemed to flicker back and forth fondly as if it couldn't control itself. She couldn't believe it, she was actually getting to touch him, to shake hands with Lucifer himself and she could feel herself having to contain her excitement.

He's warm though it's expected and his palm is noticeably a bit bigger than her own, and she can feel the amount of power he has and holds. It's like a euphoria of emotions having this moment with him and Willow dreads the idea of ever having to wash her hands again and fuck it, maybe she won't.

“I-It's lovely to be in your presence sir. I'm really sorry for Loona, I'm sure she was just nervous. She tends to do that when she is.” She quickly explains and Lucifer chuckles.

“It's quite alright, I see not everyone has that issue.” He hums and it seems as though he's already rather fond of her. Lucifer knew he had just gotten to this place but this imp in particular was growing on him rather quickly. He can see the way her eyes light up and sparkle and he finds it pretty cute how that tail of hers is moving as it sways and flickers behind her and it just reminds him exactly of why he loved the sinners who had them. He gives her hand a squeeze before pulling it carefully from her and of course she lets him as his skin seems to glide against her own.

Willow takes a deep breath, breathing in deeply through her nose and slowly out her mouth. Millie, Moxie and Loona have grown quiet and with a quick glance Willow can see that the three had disappeared from their previous location, most likely to gk look over the building to make sure everything is in tip top shape for the King of demons himself. Blitz was going to be pissed to know he's actively missing their first meeting with this man and they all knew it but for now duty called. That's what he got for always running of fo do whatever fuck shit he tended to usually do.

Willow steps aside, waving an arm out and smiles up at him and Lucifer returns the gaze before stepping into the building. He lets his eyes trail over everything and to be fair it's rather decent, much like that little hotel Charlie was running even though renovations could definitely be arranged. It's clean enough, and there's a few pieces of art here and there and to be far Lucifer could probably even admit it was a bit homey. He perks a little as the sound of a soft click fills the air as Willow closes the door and then she stands with him with a smile and it's small… even a little cute to Lucifer.

“I can… show you around sir. It's still a work in progress however.” She starts to explain to him and Lucifer gives a carefree shrug. Truth is that he was enjoying even just this moment between him and her even with how small it seemed.

With his title he should be more accustomed to great and grand things but he's the Devil. He sees it all… the time and sometimes he tends to find joy in the smaller things, the little things that were easy to forget or look over.

“We have our headquarters and our offices but of course we also have the kitchen, the conference room and things like the washroom.” She continues to speak as she stands beside him now and she's so much closer than she had ever dreamed of being with him. Never once had she thought she'd get to meet him of all people and yet here he was.

Lucifer brightens like a kid in a candy store as she speaks and looks around before landing his gaze back on her. He wanted to see everything and Willow chuckles because with that look on his face she knows he does and so she starts off as she usually would, going down the list basically as she begins her tour.

She goes to the kitchen, showing him the fridge and he happily looks in it, even accepting a snack she offers him. They then trail off the the conference room where she talks to him about their countless missions jobs and he listens adamantly, always a fan of such things. After the conference room they walk the halls together, his heels clicking softly with each step and Willow seems to be in her element as she explains this place and Lucifer can't help the way he seems to… admire her.

She looks pretty when she's talking like this, she seems so confident and reliable and Lucifer can only wonder how she is when she's actually working… can only wonder how she looks when she's in the zone, when she's out murdering and killing when her job asked her to and he had to admit that he'd love to see it for himself. Would love to be able to see her wild side as much as he sees her calm and chilled side.

By the end of the tour Lucifer wishes he had his own tail to wag because this place was surprisingly better than even he imagined and so was she! He's never had such a tour that exactly invested him and he even wonders if it's not the place but if it's her.

He, enjoys her voice, enjoys listening to her talk and ramble about these things and of course he was listening! Of course he was yeah but he had moment where's he just seemed to… zone out, listening to her but doing made him feel like her was swimming on clouds. They should make a why for people to record themselves talking softly and sweetly because he would actually listen for hours if he could and even if he didn't exactly retain any information he was just fine sitting here, there, with her as she spoke to him.

By the end of the tour she smiles at him, looking up at him with a cheeky little grin.

“So?” She says and he looks at her with a smile like a silly dog of some sort who was just happy to be around.

“So…what?” He says a moment after and when Willow lifts a response at his response it suddenly clicks that she's talking about her presentation and Lucifer lets out a laugh.

“Oh! Right, right! No of course that's what you meant haha!” He says and maybe he's a little… flustered? He knows what he is but his heart seems to be racing a little.

He swings his arms out as if offering a hug, his cane standing with magic for a moment by itself.

“I… I love it, yeah! This place is fucking amazing and oh might I say you did an amazing job showing it off?” He chuckles with a close eyed grin and she perks, looking as bright at a million stars in the night sky at hearing that he of all people loved this shabby little place because of her. And Willow can't help the way a flush rushes to her cheeks. How could she possibly show her appreciation to him enough? She isn't exactly sure but for now she smiles brightly, a smile that seems to light and warm up the whole room.

“I'm glad to hear that sir. Please enjoy your stay for as long as you may wish or need to.” She says now with a polite little bow.

She truly… loved her job.

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[heavenlyakin]

Writing Commissions: Open

Slots: 0/5 taken

I've decided to reopen my commissions! I miss writing for others and the joy it brought me to customize fics for those who want them. Below is information for my pricing and fandoms if you're interested! If you would like commission samples or want to commission me: please DM me!

Pricing: 

- 22 USD for around 2k words for 1 character x reader. I may or may not go under or over around 150 words. 

- 27 USD for around 2k words for 2 characters x reader. I may or may not go under or over 150 words. 

- Price goes up by 5 USD per 500 words (so if you want a 3k long fic with 1 character it will be $32). This is negotiable tho, so always talk to me about it. 

Rules: 

1. I take payments via PayPal or Venmo. Message me privately if you are interested in commissioning me. Payment is due before I deliver the fic, and I don’t require a downpayment. However, you will not get the fic until I have been paid. 

2. I will write almost anything. There are few things I am uncomfortable writing, and I will let you know up front if I do not feel comfortable fulfilling your request. 

3. I don’t mind doing SFW if you just want fluff, my blog is mostly NSFW and you may want to spend your money elsewhere. 

4. These can be as smutty, as fluffy, or as original as you want them. I will abide by what you want. I will break character for you, meaning if you want someone like Feitan to be super sweet and caring then I’ll do it. If you want me to stick to their canon personalities, I will also do that.  

5. Commissions are delivered via email in a word doc within 2-3 weeks; I will always give you an estimated date, but it is subject to change at my discretion and you will be given notice.

6. OC’s are fine, but I will charge $2 more for them if I have to learn a lot of lore about them.

Fandoms:

I will write for: (ask me about characters if it's a side character I might not be aware of)

Haikyuu, Bluelock, JJK, CSM, MHA, HxH, AOT, Tokyo Revengers, Tokyo Ghoul, Naruto, Demon Slayer, and DeathNote. (I know some other fandoms as well, but just ask if you're curious).

[eboni-napalm]

WRITING COMMISSIONS: OPEN!

Hey everyone- money's been a little tight lately with me being in between jobs at the moment, and with my top surgery approaching, I will be out of work for a minimum of two weeks for recovery, which means I won't be getting a paycheck at all for that period of time. So to remedy that for the future, I have decided to start offering writing commissions! I’ll be writing Self-Insert or Reader-Insert romance fics for all your self-shipping needs. <3 For the moment, I will only be writing for certain fandoms. As time goes on and if I get enough people interested, I may expand my list later on. Feel free to ask about what fandoms/characters I will and won't do, as well as what elements and can and cannot write as well!

All commissions will have a $5 MINIMUM flat rate deposit that I will require before I start your piece. Base prices are below as follows (subject to change):

Less than 100 words- $5 100-500 words- $10 500-1000 words- $20 1000-2500 words- $25 2500-5000 words- $40 5000-7500 words- $50 7500-10000 words- $70 More than 10000 words- $100

I can and will write NSFW if it is requested, HOWEVER, it will take me longer to implement it depending on the amount of scenes and complexity of them. Because of this, any commission that includes NSFW elements will add an additional price onto your piece (this can range anywhere from $5-$30.)

I will have five slots open for commissions, so if any of you are interested, send me a message!

1- @da-buss : IN PROGRESS 2- OPEN 3- OPEN 4- OPEN 5- OPEN