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hi! i'm bibi and i am a 23 year old low-income nonbinary disabled person trying to make some income while i'm between jobs to afford medical bills, both mental and physical health appointments, medicines, groceries, and other basic living expenses.

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[grenadehearts]

kacchako x reader

(in a challengers way)

warnings: 18+ content, female reader, porn w plot, aged up characters.

word count: 5.8k

authors note: this was a commission!! emergency comms open!!

Pro heroes Dynamight and Uravity—better known as Katsuki Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka—have been working together for years. Their ship name, "Kacchako," trends online more often than they care to admit. Fans speculate endlessly about their "undeniable chemistry," despite the fact that they’re strictly friends—or, more accurately, friends bound by a shared professional goal and an unspoken tension that lingers between them.

At least, that's what they tell themselves.

For Katsuki, that tension manifests in his tightened pants every time his mind drifts to the thought of your soft, pink lips wrapped around his tip, leaving him on edge. Meanwhile, Ochako finds herself struggling to focus, her core pulsing with need as she clenches her thighs under her desk. She’s supposed to be sorting through agency applications—a task that should’ve taken no more than an hour—but her thoughts keep wandering. The vivid image of you beneath her, squirming and crying out her name, consumes her mind. She imagines burying her face between your slick folds, savoring every whimper you make.

Her lewd fantasies are interrupted by a loud explosion a few doors down, followed by an unmistakably gruff voice shouting expletives. Katsuki Bakugo. Ochako sighs, standing abruptly. She’s had just about enough of his attitude today. Well… maybe not entirely. Truth be told, she’s been silently competing with him ever since you walked through their agency doors, looking for a secretary position.

She knew you were going to get hired the second she saw you. How could you not be? From the moment you walked in with your form-fitting black blouse teasing just enough cleavage and your confident sway, Ochako was certain you could charm anyone. Bakugo, however, had a slightly different reaction. He practically lost his mind. The telltale vein in his temple bulged, his brows furrowed in a futile attempt to mask his interest. But Ochako saw right through him. The slight pink tint to the tips of his ears, the way his hands sparked with tiny explosions when you greeted him with your charming voice—he was practically a schoolboy with a crush.

It didn’t help that you’d strolled in with such natural charisma that Bakugo’s irritation quickly turned to poorly concealed lust. As you spoke, his muttered curses grew louder, and before long, he barked at Ochako to "handle the mess"—his words, not hers. Ochako couldn’t help but smirk at his futile attempts to disguise his attraction to you with anger.

From that day forward, Ochako knew one thing for sure: she had competition.

It hadn’t always been this way. When they first founded the agency, Katsuki had refused to conduct interviews. He called the process a "waste of time" and left Ochako in charge. That worked perfectly until she hired someone Katsuki deemed incompetent. His exact words? "A useless bastard who probably still has his mommy wash his ass." Since then, Katsuki had taken over all hiring responsibilities—until you showed up.

The moment you walked into the office, Katsuki was rendered useless. Ochako had to step in with a bright, professional smile, inviting you into her office for an interview. From the way you nervously fiddled with your hands beneath the table to how your nose crinkled in concentration, Ochako was smitten. You were hired on the spot, no questions asked.

Which brings us to the present: a furious Katsuki stomping around his office and a visibly exhausted Ochako standing just outside his door, arms crossed. Her usual cheerful expression is replaced with an annoyed frown. She’s over it. Well, mostly.

“What is it now, Kats? I could hear you all the way in my office,” Ochako says, her voice sharp.

Katsuki growls, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. “Fucking shitty hair said my game’s been off lately. What the hell does he know?”

Ochako raises an eyebrow, stepping into his office. She perches herself on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Well…” she starts, dragging out the word just enough to be infuriating.

Katsuki glares at her, his crimson eyes narrowing. “The fuck do you mean, Round Cheeks?”

Before Ochako can reply with the cheeky retort hanging on the tip of her tongue, you burst into the room, struggling to carry a towering stack of paperwork in your arms. Both heroes freeze at the sight of you, Katsuki’s eyes immediately darkening with something primal while Ochako fights the urge to bite her lip.

“Excuse me,” you mumble, your voice soft and polite. You set the papers down on Katsuki’s desk with a relieved sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

Ochako is the first to recover. She hops off the desk, casually leaning her shoulder into Katsuki’s as she passes by. In a low whisper meant just for him, she murmurs, “You know exactly what.”

Katsuki doesn’t reply. His focus remains entirely on you, his jaw clenched and his fists tightening at his sides. You glance between them, oblivious to the tension, before giving a polite smile. “Sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

As you turn to leave, Katsuki’s gruff voice stops you in your tracks. “Wait.”

You pause, looking over your shoulder. Katsuki avoids your gaze at first, his sharp crimson eyes fixed on the stack of papers as if they had personally offended him. He lets out a frustrated growl, rubbing his temple in aggravation. “What shitty extra filled those out? Fuck, I don’t care—just bring them to me next time, got it?”

“Oh,” you say, blinking in surprise. “Okay, sure.”

With that, you’re gone, leaving the two pro heroes alone once more. The silence is deafening until Ochako bursts out laughing, her voice filled with amusement.

“You’re so obvious, Kats,” she teases, slapping his shoulder lightly. “You’re lucky they’re too nice to notice.”

“Shut it, Round Cheeks,” he snaps, his ears turning pink again. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Ochako grins, shaking her head as she heads for the door. “Not as much as you, apparently. Good luck with that.”

The door clicks shut behind her, leaving Katsuki alone with his thoughts—and the lingering image of your shy smile etched into his mind only making his pants seemingly tighter the more he thinks of you.

 As the next day arrived at the office you noticed It was a particularly mundane yet increasingly frustrating day at the office. Outside, fangirls lined up, some even breaking in like deranged stalkers, babbling incoherently at Katsuki as the cops hauled them out. It was as if they expected him to return their unsolicited "affections," but Katsuki had long since grown desensitized to it all. Meanwhile, Ochako was slumped at her desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork that Katsuki stubbornly refused to acknowledge, far too distracted by the way your ass looked in the new skirt you'd bought last Sunday. You couldn’t help but notice him sneaking glances your way, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he’d quickly shift back to whatever he was pretending to do. You had grown used to it—the subtle way he watched, always crude yet unmistakable. It left you wondering if you were imagining things, or if his attention was just that obvious.

There was also the subtle shift in the atmosphere around you. Your coworkers seemed to pick up on the way Ochako doted on you—whether it was the accidental "Oh, I bought two of these, here, you have one" or her constant need to follow you around the office like you were her boss. At times, it felt strangely protective, even though it was a little much. It was so different from how Katsuki treated you—brash and blunt, often irritating, but his eyes… his eyes lingered longer than they should, and you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he saw something more. Or maybe you were just imagining it. Either way, you couldn’t deny the way it made your pulse quicken, even as you tried to brush it off as nothing more than a stupid fantasy.

The day dragged on with the usual office chaos—no major events, just the typical routine (well, except for the occasional break-ins by crazed teenage fangirls). Other than that, everything was fairly normal—until Ochako burst out of her office like a whirlwind of pink energy. With her cheeks flushed and a spark in her eyes, she declared it was time to celebrate. After finally tackling the mountain of paperwork, she bounced over to you, her energy infectious. "Let’s go out for drinks at the bar downtown!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. "It’ll be fun! We need to liven things up since it’s been so boring around here." Without hesitation, you agreed, eager to spend time with Ochako outside of the office.   

That night, you found yourself walking to the address Ochako had given you. What she had described as a "bar" turned out to be more like a club. You paused for a moment outside, silently grateful that you had decided to wear that shimmery dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. You rarely got to dress this way—most of the time you were stuck in office attire, but tonight felt different. Trailing behind you was your longtime high school friend. Ochako had suggested bringing someone, and while you didn't want to walk in alone, you also didn't mind having him along. It was the perfect excuse to not look out of place, and you were pretty sure Ochako had also brought someone along.

You pushed open the door, and the pulsating beat of the club music immediately hit you. But what caught your attention, even more, was Katsuki—standing there, his gaze cold as ice, gripping a glass in his hand. He looked utterly unbothered by the chaos around him, as if he was above it all. But you knew better—there was always something simmering under the surface when it came to Katsuki Bakugo.

His eyes locked onto your friend almost immediately, the predator in him stirring. You swore you could hear his teeth grind together, the tension building even in the midst of the chaotic noise of the club. Before anything could happen, though, Ochako bounced up from behind him, wearing a tight light pink mini dress. Her hair cascaded down to just above her shoulder blades, and a tiny flower lily was tucked into the side of her hair. You were in awe of how alive she looked in this moment—her energy practically radiated from her.

With a grin similar to that of a child on Christmas morning, Ochako playfully slapped Katsuki on the back of his head, scolding him to button the loose buttons on his shirt before he made every girl in the club have a meltdown. Then, with a sly smile, she turned and flashed your friend a shy look, still eyeing him warily as Katsuki continued to glare at him.

But before you could fully process the scene, Ochako grabbed your wrist and dragged you onto the dance floor.

The music enveloped you both as you and Ochako danced, clearly forgetting about your long-forgotten friend. You were hypnotized by her—the way her hips swayed effortlessly to the beat, the way her cheeks flushed a delicate pink with each change in tempo. Your pulse quickened, and the warmth in your lower belly intensified. You knew you were crossing a line, but everything in you urged you to keep going. Her hand gripped your waist like it was meant to be there, pulling you even closer, and before you knew it, she was pushing your body into hers. The movement was seamless, like you were both one, and it left you breathless.

The song’s pace quickened, and Ochako’s movements followed suit. She pulled you even closer, her grip firm but not painful. You could leave at any moment, you reminded yourself. But the heat of her breath on your neck, the way she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your strawberry shampoo, made you wish you didn’t have the option. You couldn’t think straight, and when she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, you felt a shiver race down your spine.

Her voice, once sweet and innocent, now took on a sultrier, more daring tone as she whispered against your skin. She asked, her breath warm and heavy, “Is this okay?” As she trailed her fingers further up your bare inner thigh, you could hardly form a coherent thought. All you could manage was a meek "yes" as she giggled softly into your hair. The sound sent another wave of desire through you, and the wetness between your legs became impossible to ignore.

“You look so beautiful in this dress,” she whispered again, her voice laced with intent. “I can’t wait to take it off you…”

The words alone sent you spiraling, and suddenly everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. You were no longer aware of the world around you—only of her, her hands, her body pressed against yours.

Before you knew it, you were dragging a giggling Ochako past the busybodies, feeling as though everything had shifted into a new dimension. Katsuki had already disappeared, and when you walked out, your friend was still grinding against some guy in the corner, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up when he noticed you leaving. You couldn’t care less as you hailed a cab, pulling Ochako inside as she paid the driver and gave him her address.

   Before she could even turn to face you, you were on her. Your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as her thighs slotted between yours. She clung to the small of your back, her body pressed so tightly against you that it felt impossible to breathe without inhaling her every breath. The taxi swerved, the driver taking sharp turns, but neither of you cared. You were lost in each other, pushing and pulling like magnets, desperate for more, for friction—teetering on the edge of release but unwilling to cross the line in the backseat of this poor man’s taxi.

You slowly began to grind your hips against Ochako's, your dress inching up just enough to tease, exposing a glimpse of your lacy pink underwear. With quick reflexes, Ochako tugged the fabric of your dress back down, her large hand spreading across your ass, holding you close as she ensured no one would get a glimpse.

Ochako, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts, tried her best to keep quiet, but the overstimulation was too much. Every fantasy she'd ever had of you was coming to life, and the feel of your wet heat rubbing against her thigh was nearly too much to bear. Her body was aching, desperate to taste you, to bury her face between your legs and lick your folds like a woman starved, but she held herself back, knowing the moment wasn’t yet hers.

Her soft lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, desperate to satisfy the hunger clawing at her. Nothing, she knew, would quench this thirst except for being buried deep inside you. She bit gently, nipping and tugging at your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to your jaw. Each bite was followed by a kiss, soothing the sting, but only making the hunger burn hotter.

Then, the car jolted to a halt. Ochako’s grip tightened, her hands desperate to keep you close. But before you could turn to see what caused the sudden stop (likely the fact that the taxi driver was a disaster at his job), Ochako pulled you toward her. She loosened her hold with one hand, using the other to cup your cheek, guiding your face toward her. Her smile, soft yet intense, sparkled in her eyes as she whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” her voice nearly breathless.

The words stole your breath away, and in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else to say. Without a second thought, you kissed her fiercely, your lips crashing into hers, leaving her with a bruise to remember. Her mouth opened to you, slow and steady, almost asking for permission as she teased the entrance to your mouth with the tip of her tongue. The heat between you built with each passing second, a trail of saliva intertwining as you finally allowed her full access, your tongues dancing together. Your chest pressed against hers, and you could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, sending sparks of desire shooting through you.

You were completely consumed by the kiss, by the way she felt against you—her scent intoxicating, maddening. She smelled like lilies and pomegranates, a combination so utterly intoxicating that it nearly drove you to your knees. Her lips pulled at your bottom lip, tugging gently with her teeth as saliva trailed down your chin, dripping onto your breasts, now full and hard beneath your scandalous top.

It wasn’t until the driver’s harsh yell pierced the air that you even realized the car had come to a stop. "Get the fuck out," he shouted, breaking through the haze of desire that had clouded your senses. Ochako giggled softly, thanking the driver, but never once letting you slip from her embrace. She lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around her waist, tightening her grip on you as she stumbled out of the taxi and toward her apartment, her lips crashing into yours once more, the hunger between you both only growing deeper with every step.

Ochako fumbled for her keys, her lips breaking the kiss, leaving a glistening trail of desire between you. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper softly, the sound only fueling her need to reclaim you. She could barely hold herself upright, her knees weak from the intensity of the kiss. She was so close to just pulling you against the wall, but she whispered, “Shh, pretty… I just need my key, okay?” Her voice trembled with impatience, and you nodded, a flush creeping across your face at the sound of your own whimper.

She searched her bag, frustration mounting when she couldn’t find the key. She must have left it at Bakugo’s after dragging him there to make sure he came with her. She tried the door anyway, praying it would open, and to her surprise, it did. She dismissed the thought, figuring her nerves earlier had made her forget to lock it. Without hesitation, she stepped inside, immediately pressing her lips to yours again, taking what she needed.

You stumbled in together, kicking off your shoes, feeling the weight lift from her feet as she undid yours with ease. Her hands moved with a mixture of tenderness and urgency, undressing you, her touch firm as she guided you out of your dress. You stood there, bare in nothing but your pink panties, the absence of a bra feeling like a relief now.

You tugged at the straps of her dress, urgency in your hands as you pulled it halfway off, revealing her soft, bouncing breasts. You pressed yourself against her, desperate to feel her skin on yours. Her kiss deepened, hungry, as she pressed against you, her body an aching need to claim you fully.

She lifted you, practically carrying you up the stairs, her arms strong around you, but her desperation clear. She wanted to throw you on her bed, lose herself in you, taste you, feel you—the intensity of the moment building between you like a storm ready to break.

Halfway up the stairs, you froze, the sound of a familiar voice making your heart race in a way it shouldn’t. The sudden explosion of noise from the hallway was unmistakable, followed by a string of gruff words.

Ochako cursed under her breath, her hands stiffening as she lowered her voice, trying to stay calm. She crept back down the stairs, pulling you along with her, the tension building in the silence. She thought hard, trying to figure out why Katsuki would be here so late, before the realization hit her. She'd left his key at her place after dragging him earlier to drop off paperwork. She’d thought he’d just leave it, but knowing Katsuki, he likely stayed to make sure she was safe, or maybe to keep the papers from falling into the wrong hands.

You followed quietly, heart pounding. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, Ochako stepped forward, her voice a little hesitant, “Kats?”

The sharp glint in his eyes met hers. “Pink cheeks,” he said with a smirk, his tone questioning. Then, his voice grew exasperated. “Fucking finally... Thought you were bringing home some shitty extra.” His eyes scanned the room, but when they landed on you, his expression shifted. His gaze locked on your bare form, lingering a little too long.

His eyes then flicked over to Ochako, noticing the disarray—her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair messy, evidence of the heated kiss you’d shared. “So this is what you’ve been up to, huh?” he muttered under his breath, a mixture of bitterness and amusement in his tone. “Instead of some random, you brought home our intern. Funny, Ochako. You knew how I felt.”

Ochako’s gaze dropped, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. “Kats… I was going to let you… but I—” Her words faltered, unable to finish.

But you couldn’t hold back any longer. “What? You felt what?” you asked, your voice curious, the tension thick in the room. Katsuki’s eyes darkened, and he just stared at you, silent, like he could see straight through you.

Ochako’s voice broke through the tension. “Kats likes you,” she said quietly, her words thick with sadness. “He has for a while.”

You studied him then, taking in every detail of his expression—the way his brow furrowed, the slight tremor in his voice when he was vulnerable. Something inside you clicked. You wanted them both. Ochako, in this frantic, almost feral way, yes—but Katsuki too, in a desperate, aching need. You wanted to see the parts of him that no one else did.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Share me.” Before Katsuki could protest, you locked eyes with him, your voice low, almost teasing. “And Katsuki… think of it as a challenge.”

Ochako, her usual cheer returning, bounced on her toes, eager to claim you again, but with a quick glance at Katsuki, she held back, letting him take charge.

Katsuki moves with an urgency that leaves you breathless. He presses your front against the nearest wall, his hips grinding into your clothed bottom as his cock twitches with need. His hands slide down your shoulders, rough and deliberate, until they capture yours. He pins them above your head in one firm grip, his strength undeniable as his other hand trails lower. His fingers spread your legs apart, finding your throbbing clit with practiced ease. The way he rubs—rough yet teasingly soft—sends shockwaves through your body, making it impossible to think of anything but him.

He leans into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin. The soft brush of his blond hair tickles you, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Katsuki’s height looms over you, making you feel small in the best way possible. “So fucking wet,” he growls, his voice low and rough, dripping with command. “Gonna turn ya around so I can see that pretty face. Alright?” His tone makes it clear this isn’t a request.

Before you can answer, he spins you around. His crimson eyes bore into yours with a fire that makes your knees weak. He’s studying you, sizing you up like prey—calculating exactly what you can handle and what you can’t. But it’s Katsuki Bakugo; he doesn’t give a damn about limits. He’ll make sure you take everything he gives and then some.

And yet… there’s something else flickering behind his intense gaze. A quiet satisfaction, maybe even pride. Katsuki knows exactly what kind of effect he has on people—it’s impossible not to notice when extras are constantly throwing themselves at him like moths to a flame. Letters stuffed into his locker, stammered confessions after class, desperate looks from men and women alike—it’s pathetic. Weakness disgusts him, and he’s never had time for anyone who couldn’t keep up with him.

He’s ripped up countless love letters without a second thought, tossed aside every declaration of affection like garbage because none of it ever mattered to him. Love? Affection? That shit was for idiots who didn’t know better.

But then there was you.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t just want him—you challenged him in ways no one else dared to. And now? Now he wants you more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life, and it pisses him off how much power you have over him.

“Pink cheeks, here now,” Katsuki barks suddenly, snapping out of his thoughts as Ochako eagerly joins the scene. She practically skips over to you, her excitement palpable as she pulls you against her bare skin. Her soft thighs press against yours as she whispers into your ear, her voice sweet yet dripping with mischief. “Suki’s gonna take such good care of us,” she murmurs before biting your earlobe gently.

You’re caught between them—Ochako’s warmth at your back and Katsuki’s intensity in front of you. Your trembling hands fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt as he shrugs off the last piece of clothing covering his sculpted frame. His pale skin is a canvas of scars—each one a testament to his heroic nature—and the sight makes your breath hitch. A trail of auburn hair leads down to his pelvis, and Katsuki smirks when he catches the way your lips part in awe.

“Drooling already? Tch,” he mutters under his breath, but there’s no mistaking the pride in his tone.

He hauls you toward the couch with a roughness that speaks of urgency but not cruelty—just enough force to remind you who’s in charge here. Ochako follows closely behind, giggling softly as she whispers promises into your ear.

Moments later, you’re sprawled on Ochako’s lilac sofa, legs draped over her shoulders as her tongue works magic on your sensitive clit. Her nails dig into the plush flesh of your thighs as she moans incoherently against you—words like “beautiful” and “princess” slipping through her lips like a mantra. The heat in your belly builds rapidly, toes curling as you teeter on the edge of release.

Above you, Katsuki looms like a storm cloud ready to burst. His thick cock presses against your lips insistently, and when you take him into your mouth, the sheer size leaves you gasping for air. But there’s no room for hesitation—Katsuki demands everything from you. You push past the discomfort because pleasing him is all that matters right now.

“Fuck,” he groans low in his throat as his hand tangles in your hair to guide your movements. “So good, sweetheart.” The rare praise from him sends a jolt straight to your core.

Ochako’s tongue finds that perfect spot again and again while her fingers work her own clit feverishly behind you. The combined sensations—the taste of Katsuki on your tongue and Ochako’s relentless attention—leave you trembling on the brink of ecstasy.

Katsuki watches everything with laser focus—the way your lips stretch around him, the way tears gather at the corners of your eyes but don’t fall because you’re too stubborn to let them spill. You’re perfect like this: messy and desperate for both of them.

He hates how much this moment means to him—but fuck if he’s gonna waste it.

“Look at me,” he commands hoarsely, his voice roughened by pleasure as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. “Want this burned into my memory.”

 Right as those words leave his cruel mouth, the simmering heat in your belly surges, your toes curling as your legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. Ochako’s grip tightens around you, her hands firm as she feels the shift in your body, holding you in place. As you arch your back in pure, unrestrained ecstasy. Katsuki isn’t far behind, his rough moans spilling out despite his attempts to disguise them as choked curses. He hisses the word “fuck,” dragging it out in a low, guttural growl as his release spills into your mouth. Determined to show him you can keep up, you swallow eagerly, no trace of hesitation or displeasure crossing your face.

Ochako, having lapped up your cum with her supple tongue and swallowing it all like a starved woman, looks up at you with a beaming grin. Your pussy juices coat her face as her lewd fantasies come to life. She meets Katsuki’s eyes with a sweet yet demanding tone, “Suki, switch? Wanna sit on her face—pretty please?” With a grunt, Katsuki switches places with Ochako. The two of them bend you to their will, taking turns with you like dogs fighting over a bone. And fuck, it makes your pussy ache—desperate for Katsuki’s cock and Ochako’s tongue.

Ochako’s fat cunt presses against your face, her thick thighs enveloping you completely as she sits down with purpose. Instantly, your tongue goes to work, sliding between her folds and inching closer to her clit. As Ochako braces herself against the couch, Katsuki spreads your legs apart, his rough hands firm as he slides one finger, then another, into your aching core. He stretches you out slowly, preparing you for him, but his desperation gets the better of him. With a growl, he shoves in a third finger, the overwhelming sensation making you squirm beneath them both. Ochako grinds her hips against your face now, riding you shamelessly as strangled moans escape her lips. Struggling to catch your breath, you turn your face to the side and beg Katsuki through gasping words: “Please, Katsuki—need you. Fuck, need it so bad.” Your trembling hand moves to spread yourself open for him as you plead again, voice shaking: “Here.”

Katsuki takes that as a challenge, yanking your legs up so your ankles brush against his ears, spreading you apart as much as humanly possible. His cocky grin never falters as he looks down at you, his crimson eyes blazing with hunger. Your breathing grows more ragged, chest heaving as his thick tip grazes your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. Above you, Ochako rides your face with a steady rhythm, her thighs warm and soft against your flushed skin. She looks down at you with a teasing grin, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she purrs, “Oh, poor baby. Overstimulated already?”

Her words are laced with wicked amusement as she glances at Katsuki, the two of them exchanging a knowing look—a silent agreement passing between them. Without warning, Ochako leans forward, her hips still grinding against your face as she lowers herself to your chest. Her lips latch onto one of your nipples, tugging and biting just enough to make you gasp before soothing the sting with slow, deliberate flicks of her tongue.

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to follow her lead. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, he lines himself up and buries his throbbing cock into your tight pussy in one swift thrust. The stretch is instant and overwhelming, drawing a strangled moan from deep in your throat—muffled by Ochako’s relentless grinding. Katsuki lets out a guttural grunt, his jaw clenching as he sinks deeper into you, savoring the way your walls squeeze around him.

Ochako picks up her pace above you, her hips rolling faster against your face as she chases her own pleasure. The friction grows hotter and more intense with every movement, the vibrations from your muffled cries sending shockwaves through her sensitive folds. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as she rides you harder, the slick heat of her arousal coating your lips and chin.

Katsuki’s thrusts grow rougher in tandem with Ochako’s movements, each one driving deeper and harder into you until all you can do is writhe beneath them. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, muffled moans, and ragged breaths as they take you apart together—pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Katsuki thrusts into you hard and forceful, each movement deliberate and unrelenting, as though bruising your cervix is his exact intention. The sharp sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with his ragged breaths and the faint whimpers he tries—and fails—to stifle. His sweaty palms grip your thighs tightly, desperate for control as your pussy swallows him whole, clenching around his cock with every thrust.

Above you, Ochako teeters on the edge of her climax, her hips grinding faster against your face. Your tongue laps skillfully at her folds, flicking and swirling in all the right places as she lets out breathless moans. Katsuki slams into you with even more force, the impact sending your head bobbing beneath Ochako. The sudden jolt causes your tongue to hit just the right spot on her pulsing clit, making her cry out as her body trembles. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions for support as she comes undone, her juices spilling over your face in a hot rush.

Determined to please her, you eagerly swallow everything she gives you, your tongue darting out to lap up any drops you might have missed. Ochako shudders above you, her voice shaky yet sweet as she murmurs praise between gasps. 

 Katsuki's dick twitches inside your cunt as he shoves it in deeper and deeper with every thrust, each movement more aggressive than the last. You grind your hips desperately, trying to play a game you'll never win against him. Tired of your resistance, he sprawls his hand across your lower stomach, pressing down as he buries himself deeper, so eager to feel the bulge his cock creates inside you. Your babbling incoherent nonsense fills the room, the sounds pushing him closer to his breaking point. With a sudden, rough movement, he desperately pulls his cock out of you just before it gives its last twitch, spilling hot and thick across your stomach. Exhausted, he drops his head into the crook of your neck, his breath ragged and heavy.

While Leaving you panting and completely fucked out of your mind, Ochako rests on the side of the couch, her eyelids drifting closed as tiredness takes over. Katsuki's full body weight pins you down as he lets out harsh, uneven breaths. Your body grows lax, muscles trembling from overstimulation as you teeter on the edge of sleep. Just before you drift off, Katsuki whispers into your ear, his voice almost inaudible, "You get the day off tomorrow, cause I'm not that much of an asshole."

congrats, you read 5.8k words!

emergency comms open!

comms can be posted or kept private ur choice!

(another authors note bc i didn't wanna yap so much at the beginning) but.. this was so much fun to write!! also my first time writing lengthy mha smut so don't hang me at the stake for any mistakes..

[minimuppetmisa]

hey, I hate making this post but uh. emergency comms are opening now.

I'm Misa as you know, I'm 13 aka a minor and my family and I got uh. Evicted from our apartment by a family member and we're currently living outside in one of my family members back yard.

We need money like. Really badly at the moment, we don't even have a place to rent currently so we're kinda fucked. So. Writing commissions are open.

I don't have a finished sample to link here but I'll post a wip I've been working on if anyone wants to see what my writings like! My partner is proof reading for me, so all writing will be proof read.

I'm open to write literally anything, any show, any character, yada yada. 1€ per word so 1,000 words would be 10 bucks. It costs extra for OCs, x reader, and research I have to put into it.

OCs cost 5 extra bucks

X reader is 5 if romantic, and 2 if platonic

Research depends on how much. If I have to watch the whole show, 10 dollars, if I just need to read a bit about some characters, 5.

My cashapp is Misadoescomms. Send me a dm/ask if you wanna know more, or if you wanna commission me! Anything can help.

[comfort-character-central]

Hey everyone! Due to bill increases (and general life's stuff, we know how that goes) I've decided to re-open commissions on ko-fi! Below in this photo are the options I have (comfort character letters and personalized scenarios), but you can also take a look at my page here! I am also accepting tips so if you don't want to buy a commission but want to support me another way, that works too! You're not obligated to buy anything by any means and I'll still continue posting as usual, but I wanted to throw that option out there for those who do/can. Thank you so much for reading and have a good one!

[monstersholygrail]

Do you make money every time you use the words "gummy walls" in your (amazing btw) stories

Would this be considered a backhanded compliment?

Genuinely don’t know how to take this

But if you’d like me to use something else you can surely pay me to do that instead. I take commissions <3

[choko2]

Deltarune 4D Shipping Grid What is 4D Shipping? Shipping with more romance types and names for unnamed/under represented human attraction. Pale and Pitch attraction were coined in Homestuck. Suggestions for new symbols and romance/ship types are open for future grids, as well as requests for future grids. Writing prompts and commissions are open! See banner for info.

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

hii!! im a queer teenager who wants a bit of spending cash, soo, pls considering commissioning me here!!

i do written & art commissions. you can find some writing examples here on my A03, and i'll share some art examples under the cut (more on my gallery page!!)

[doumadono]

✨ Just a little reminder: my writing commissions are open ✨

Got a story living rent-free in your head, but no time (or nerve/energy) to bring it to life? Whether it’s a one-shot or a slow-burn saga, sweet fluff or dark psychological horror, I’m here to turn your ideas into vivid, unforgettable prose. I specialize in all kinds of tales, and no genre or theme is off-limits: long, short, dark, tender, gory, romantic — you name it, I’ll write it 😊

If you have a concept you’d love to see fully realized, don’t hesitate to reach out! I’m always excited to hear new ideas and collaborate with passionate minds.

Commission info and rates can be found at the link below

[kylievershion]

REBLOG PLEASE!

I am finally properly opening and introducing my writing commissions, and I will be adding this to my intro as well!

[hitheeprithee]

It's been a month of unexpected emergency expenses (RIP my car windshield 😔), and I could really use some funds, so your friendly local dabbler is opening up commissions!

Writing Commissions:

Message me with a concept or a pairing and I'll write you something! Comfortable with Hermitcraft, Life Series, and some Empires! If you have another fandom in mind, message me and we can chat! I have a variety of other interests (including Critical Role, D20, Star Trek, Sherlock Holmes and Firefly to name only a few) and would be happy to work in any fandom I'm familiar with :)

Any amount guarantees at least a 100 word drabble!

$5 and up - 250 to 500 words

$10 and up - 500 to 750 words

$15 and up - 750 to 1000 words

$20 and up - 1000 to 1500 words

$30 and up - 1500 to 2000 words

More than that - DM me and we can talk!

Character Doodle Commissions:

Any characters! OC's welcome with references :)

Any amount guarantees a doodle of a character of your choice!

$10 and up - 2 characters

$15 and up - 3 characters

$20 and up - name me an idea and I'll do my best!

Tattoo Commissions:

Message me with a specific idea or some concepts that are meaningful to you and I'll work with you on a design! Examples of my work here and here (tumblr isn't letting me add the images, so please feel free to DM for further examples!)

$30 - Simple tattoo

$40 - Detailed tattoo

$50 - Complex tattoo

Please reach out with an ask or a DM if you have any questions, any signal boosting would be deeply appreciated!

[maia-havana]

Emergency Commissions

Hi guys, I’m kind of sorry to bring up a heavy thing but I’m struggling a bit financially and I need to pay for my sister to be able to get surgery for a developing intestinal blockage. My parents aren’t in a position to pay right now, and despite almost putting away everything I could manage, I’m still around $600 short of the total amount required. 

I am opening both written and art commissions for the time being although for full disclosure, I don’t have much to show for art at the moment so I won’t be able to ascertain if my style is something you’d enjoy. For samples of my writing, my Ao3 is maia_havana. 

I’m also open to donations due to the urgent nature of my situation. I apologize greatly for asking but I am left without an option. My current banking option is only through Google Pay due to restrictions and I’ll share my account details through DMs (maia_havana on discord) if you’d be interested in donating or leaving a commission. 

Thank you so much to everyone and I really appreciate any help I can get from here. The details for my commissions (very brief) is attached below – 

Google Docs: Commission Information

For queries, feel free to reach out to me on discord, or via email at maiahirving@gmail.com. Thank you so much, and I apologized for the rushed format.

[apollodarling-writes]

HUNTING GAMES

cws : dubcon, somnophilia, creampie, levi leaves the game, murder, code-breaking, i went over the word limit a little bit, implied manipulation and threats, dating sim! levi, levi gets a bit ummm sadistic?? at the end, college! reader, im still not happy with it but its been so long since ive updated, if i missed anything please let me know.

commissioned by anonymous.

MDNI.

there was a new otome game that had been all the rage recently. characterized by its cutesy, college-life approach, lurking beneath each syrupy-sweet word and blossoming friendship was a sinister undertone. the objective of the game was to achieve the best possible ending for the route you choose, however each love interest was desperate for your love, making said objective increasingly unattainable the further the plot progressed. you’d downloaded the game when your friend had shown you one of their favorite love interests, finding yourself hooked on the stoic culinary arts major, levi ackerman.

levi ackerman was the first route you’d ever chosen. although, in the beginning, he wasn’t too keen on raising your intimacy level. while looking at forums online, you realized that was just how he was. levi was harder to please, and by far one of the most dangerous and volatile love interests in the game. he wasn’t afraid to annihilate any other character to get what he wanted, and knew how to cover his tracks. it was hard to tell when he was on the cusp of snapping, what he liked and disliked, and where he was when he wasn’t pestering you about something trivial.

once you finally manage to get your intimacy level up to the point where his obsessive tendencies begin to show, his personality does a 180… with you at least. he’s more affectionate, gives you gifts for your daily check in — most of it being food he’s cooked just for you, and you find that he’s easier to fluster, stumbling over his words and a faint blush spreading across the apples of his cheeks. levi is still the same when he interacts with npcs, maybe a bit more on the protective and stand-off ish side when youre around. with love interests, however, levi is more hostile than ever.

you’d failed levi’s route many, many times, and had finally just achieved the good ending when you’d stumbled across something regarding a secret route of his. naturally, you wanted to see it to completion, but for some reason it just kept going. growing tired of this secret route, you chose to switch to another love interest.

this love interest in particular was very sweet, docile almost. armin seemed harmless enough, and you found that you enjoyed this route more than you had levi’s. although, after a little while, you noticed some easter eggs hidden in the back that made you feel a bit uneasy. there was a silhouette in the background of each interaction, watching everything play out, as well as a few npcs that seemed to disappear or avoid you altogether. the more you played, the more uneasy and afraid armin looked.

you noticed that armin’s eyes were often glancing around, his sentences shorter when the silhouette was more prevalent, and on a few occasions, he’d outright ignored you. once, you’d found him beaten and bloody in an alleyway outside of the boy’s dormitories, appearing half-conscious and you’d chosen the option to patch him up. after that, your intimacy levels skyrocketed and he was back to normal.

just before the two of you exchanged a kiss during one of the date events, the screen glitched and suddenly armin laid in a pool of his own blood. armin’s face became pixelated, which was unusual for this game since it was known for its graphics. was this part of the game? your heart skipped a beat, gooseflesh rising on your arms as levi entered the place armin was just moments before.

levi’s appearance glitched in places, the blood spatter on his face seeming to drip and become more realistic. that… wasnt supposed to happen. did the game have a bug? you think you see levi’s brow twitch, his lips tugging into a frown, but you cant be sure.

“[name]… why did you leave me?” levi is uncharacteristically upset with you, his face scrunched with what seems to be a mixture of frustration and hurt. “i thought you loved me.”

you knit your brows, trying to exit the route; to your horror, youre unable to leave. levi grows increasingly upset the more you click the button, “why are you on his route? can’t you see that youre mine? we’re made for each other!” he shouts, his voicelines glitching in places.

“why can’t i leave the damn route?” you grit out, one hand gripping the hem of your shirt. “what the fuck is going on?”

levi’s face falls, a far away look in his eyes as you are finally able to exit armin’s route. you groan, leaning back in your chair as you thread a hand through your hair. “is this part of levi’s secret route?” you wonder aloud.

after that, you didn’t touch the game for days. you searched forum after forum, site after site, searching for answers. why did levi suddenly appear on armin’s route? surely, it was part of levi’s secret route… right? your gut told you otherwise, but a game character being sentient? that was something that only happened in fanfiction, and certainly not to you.

a week had come and gone before you even thought about touching the game. you were busy with work, college, and still hadn’t found the answers you were looking for. maybe you’d be able to find them in-game… but what if levi kills another love interest? what if they don’t come back when the game resets? what if —

shakily exhaling through your mouth, you release the tension in your shoulders, cracking your fingers as you hover over the next love interest’s route. she was a very bubbly love interest, her smile bright and contagious enough to have one of your own tugging at the corners of your lips as you right-click on hange’s route.

the two of you interacted quite well, your natural dialogue choices furthering your intimacy level. hange was known to be a relatively easy route — not much reading between the lines, or even guesswork. she was very upfront for the most part. you found yourself forgetting about your secret investigation, genuinely losing yourself to the interactions between yourself and hange.

you only started getting suspicious again once you noticed the silhouette in the background once more. hange seemed to notice too, but she was more composed than armin had been. you squint as the silhouette flickers, your pulse thrumming in your throat as you quickly stutter out, “levi, leave hange alone or i’ll never play your route again.”

the silhouette rushes to the screen, stumbling over its words and blubbering about how it just loves you so much and can’t live without you! the anonymity fades, leaving levi in its place, and you realize that levi was more dangerous than you’d initially thought. hange is quick to take her leave once she notices the look in levi’s eyes, and you attempt to as well. levi’s anger flares up once more at the sight of your cursor clicking the exit game button.

“[first name] [last name], stop trying to leave me. why don’t you want me anymore? you can’t make me love you and then leave. you’re so cruel.” levi’s digits grip his collar, tugging it away from his throat as if he couldn’t breathe. “i-i learned things about you, for you — i tried my best to be the man you wanted, so why are you choosing other people?! am i not enough?!”

a chill shoots down your spine, cold washing over your body as your stomach tightens. you tuck your fingers into your palm, beginning to feel as if you were glued to your seat. how did he know your last name? you don’t remember putting that information in at all… maybe it was from your email? maybe the developers had a third-party thing going on?

levi becomes more frantic the more he speaks, pleading and begging for you to love him again. “i was your first route! you put the most effort into me! you can’t just leave!!” you have a creeping feeling that he’s looking at you — unlike most games, levi seems to lack a blank stare, and instead seems entirely focused on you.

“there’s no way he’s sentient.” you mumble to yourself, pressing a quivering hand to the damp skin of your forehead. “i’m just…. im just tired and stressed. yeah… i should just go to bed.”

you stumble out of your chair, body on autopilot and mind reeling as you put your monitor in sleep mode and push your chair under your desk, trudging over to your bed in disbelief. you tuck yourself in, and just before you’re able to fall asleep, you hear levi speak.

“you look so cute when you’re sleeping…” you hear his shaky breaths — the utter glee in his tone, as if he were more than content just to watch you. dread and unease fill your stomach as you realize you can’t ignore this anymore.

you shoot up in your bed, chest heaving and eyes blown wide as your gaze snaps to your monitor. could he see you? could he hear you? were you going crazy?

you slowly make your way over to your monitor and pull up your game, levi dreamily staring back at you as if you’d hung the stars in the sky. “are… you sentient?” your voice wavers as you ask this, fingertips digging into the hard plastic of your desk.

levi stills, his idle animation unusually stiff. for a moment you wonder if you should check yourself into the nearest hospital, but then, “you finally noticed… oh, baby, that makes me so happy— i’ve been trying to get your attention for so long!”

it’s your turn to still, your body going rigid and exhaling shakily. oh, you were royally fucked. if he was sentient, could he leave the game? god, you hope not.

“i’ve been watching you for so long! i even learned about your parents and your siblings for you! i know your address, the names of your friends; i know your all favorites, i know that you have a dog named rufus, i know that you like to listen to music while you clean —“

levi drones on and on, going over everything he’s learned about you during the time he’s been watching you. your breathing grows heavy and erratic; sinking into a primal state of fight or flight, you hurriedly try to uninstall the game from your computer, but it seems levi had already anticipated this. the screen glitches, flashing white as levi appears in different places — duplicates, different routes, pictures of you, npcs that went missing, hastily written notes all dedicated to you.

deciding that deleting the game wouldn’t work, you opt to unplug your computer. the screen stills for a moment, going completely black before a variety of coding begins to type out on the screen.

“leave me alone!” you shout, your voice cracking as you rip your monitors and pc off of your desk, throwing them across your room. they bounce off your dresser, knocking a few trinkets and such off, sending them clattering to the ground. you notice the coding slows for a moment, eyeing the shattered hardware scattered across your bedroom floor. “you’re just a game!! i don’t actually love you!”

“you’re wrong!!” levi’s voice is distorted and distant — glitching out in some places, or manifesting as a multitude of voices, some higher, some lower in pitch. “you love me — you do! i know you do!”

you panic, the cortisol and adrenaline running through your veins clouding your sense of judgment as you rush to your kitchen and grab a trash bag, picking up a baseball bat from a closet on your way back to your room. you hastily throw your setup in the bag and grip the bat, swinging the metal bat back and smashing the contents of the bag until you feel safe and can’t hear the whirring of the code any longer. you stumble back onto the edge of your bed, staring at the bag as you strain your ears for any signs of levi. heaving a sigh, you wipe the sweat from your brow and gather all the miscellaneous pieces of your setup that were strewn across your floor, placing them in the bag.

you feel disconnected from your body as you bring the bag outside, opening your garbage can and tossing them in. a drop on your face shocks you out of your stupor, but you realize that it was only a drop of rain. your fingers tremble still, your breathing still erratic as you try to calm your racing heart. how was any of this even possible?

you slowly trudge back inside your home, entering your room and collapsing on your bed. this must be a bad dream. it has to be; there’s no way that this could happen. you lie awake for awhile, your mind spinning round and round again. thoughts come and go, never staying for too long, and you forget them immediately after they depart. the events of the night had worn you out, your eyes growing impossibly heavy, drifting off into a deep slumber.

outside, the monitor screen flickers to life. code rapidly pans down the screen, sparks flying as a hand slowly peels out. carefully, levi drags himself out of the game and into…. wait, why is he in a trash can? surely, his beloved wouldn’t…? with haste, levi tracks his way inside your home, brows furrowed with quiet rage. how could you just throw him away like that?

levi takes his sweet time cleaning up, lathering himself in your products and sniffing your towel before drying himself with it. he runs his fingers along the countertops, walls, and doorframes, trudging along to your room as he admires your home. it isn’t long before he finds you sleeping soundly atop your bed sheets. levi’s breath instantly catches in his throat, his heart racing in his chest as he approaches your slumbering form. you were even prettier in person.

carefully crawling onto your bed, the pads of his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trailing down to your shoulders. his eyes wander to your exposed flesh before flickering back up to your lips. one kiss couldn’t hurt, right? carefully leaning down, levi molds his lips to yours; his heart nearly stops the moment he tastes you. one kiss isn’t enough. he needs more! levi unbuckles his belt and ties your hands to the headboard, then drags his hand along your chest, swallowing thickly as he feels his pants tighten.

levi quietly positions himself between your thighs, burying his head in your neck as he leisurely grinds his cock into you. biting his lip to muffle his whimpers, he lifts your shirt, baring your breasts to his greedy eyes. levi immediately latches onto one, his tongue swirling around the erect flesh as he works your pajama pants to the side.

“need to taste you, baby.” he murmurs. levi kneels between your thighs, his tongue slowly lapping at the arousal that had begun to leak from you. he takes but a moment to shimmy his pants down far enough to fist his cock, slowly pumping it with his free hand. the man softly groans into your folds, a sleepy whine parting your lips in response.

as he continues lapping at you, levi feels his stomach tighten and stops all movement. he waits for the feeling to subside, then aligns himself with your entrance. he shallowly thrusts into your cunt, slowly working his way inside and bottoming out with a broken whimper. levi’s mind spins at the way your walls grip him — the feeling almost as if he were made to fuck you, as if you were made to take him. his fingers grip your hips as he attempts to control himself, pressing both of your legs further out for easier access.

it isn’t long before levi loses himself in the feeling; it is his first time after all. his hips snap into yours, whimpering and whining through gritted teeth all the while, and you slowly begin to wake. levi’s eyes roll back as the feeling in his tummy snaps, not once stopping as he pumps you full of his cum.

you let out a confused moan, your eyes slowly adjusting to see levi’s fucked out face gazing down at you. “f—feels so good…” he whispers, slotting his lips to yours. you attempt to shimmy away, but it was to no avail; the asshole had tied you up. you attempt to fight him off, but it’s to no avail as he’s stronger than you and has shackled you to your bed.

waves of unwanted pleasure course through your body, forcing soft whimpers and whines from your lips as levi unknowingly rocks his hips into the places that have your eyes rolling back. gazing down at you with something akin to reverence, levi presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, slowly circling his name and bringing you closer to your climax.

“cmon, baby.” levi groans, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. “cum f’me.”

you simply shake your head in response, screwing your eyes shut and murmuring through a whimper, “go fuck yourself.”

levi only chuckles at your words, seemingly amused, and lifts your hips; the man slings an arm around your lower back, one hand gripping the meat on your hip, and forces you to meet his thrusts.

nothing seemed real at the moment. you were unable to stop levi from leaving the game, and now the man was taking advantage of you. you suppose the only good thing in this situation is that despite it all, levi was going to make you cum.

your back arches as your fingers dig into your palms, your cunt pulsing and fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head. a high-pitched whine erupts from your throat, levi smirking victoriously at the sight beneath him, and you relinquish control; melting into his hold, you wordlessly beg for more.

you didn’t know what would come after this, nor did you know how you were going to fight your way out of it. the only thing you knew is that this felt good. somewhere deep in your mind, you knew you didn’t want this, but had decided to relish in the feeling of being desired for the time being.

[grenadehearts]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS!!! hi i am opening emergency comms, commissioning me will help me with providing for myself. along with financial issues I'm facing.

PRICES!! are starting out at $10 per every 1k words (prices are negotiable but pls no lowballs!)

I will write for anything NO JUDGEMENT HERE whatsoever!!

some examples of commissions I've done

. oc x canon from different fandoms

. omegaverse homer oddysey character x character 100k fic

. x reader fics

all including smut! (if smut isn't your thing i can totally do fluff! or vice versa I'm skilled in all!)

WHERE TO FIND MY WORK

masterlist - on my blog aka tumblr

ao3 - strwbrrymochiwow

I will research any topic, any fandom that you're needing me too!

I am accepting payment through venmo, if you do not have venmo then i will accept it through giftcards such as doordash.

I have done plenty of commissions so far!! so I can verify I'm true to my word and get commissions done very fast!

AGAIN i write for anything and any length THANK YOU (anything helps seriously!!).. also will write english essays, or any essays + poems !!

please reblog much appreciated!!

[stellae-de-baphometis]

Important Announcement: Art/Writing Commissions, Ko-fi Subscription Tiers, Possible Etsy Store Reopening, & More

⚠️ THIS POST IS URGENT AND IMPORTANT. I KNOW IT'S A LONG POST, BUT PLEASE READ TO THE END IF YOU CAN. ⚠️

Hello everyone. So I'm aware that I've barely been active here lately, and while I've wanted to be more active here, I've had a lot of stuff going on.

So if you've been following my Ko-fi page, you probably saw my periodical status updates a while back saying that the book I'm currently writing (Beyond The Goetia) is almost finished. Unfortunately, I found that a bunch of the English translated content I had included was copywritten, so I legally wasn't able to publish it in its finished form. As a result, I have had to rewrite the book and start making my own translations of the original manuscripts, which has been very tedious and is taking an extremely long time to do lol. Nonetheless, I am still making progress on it, and I'm really hoping it will be finished by the end of the year.

With that being said, my partner and I are having a very hard time finding work and are currently struggling financially, so it would really mean a lot if you could help us out in any way possible. My partner's apartment lease ends soon and we don't really have anywhere else to stay long-term, so we need all the extra help we can get. We make barely enough money from our social security pensions to get by, and it's been extremely difficult for us to find employment.

We need to save up our money fast so we can afford to both find and move into another place to stay before the lease is up, but we're practically living from pay check to pay check, so I want to try and earn some extra money through other means so we have a little more financial security; even if it's minuscule, it's better than nothing at all.

I am still looking for work and trying to get a mainstream job, but in the meantime, I'm also going to be opening up art/drawing (both traditional and digital) & writing/literature commissions over on my @vampydemonartz blog; I accept both SFW and NSFW commissions. I will be making an advertisement post for commissions over on my art blog soon.

For those who are interested in books/zines on demonology, spirituality, and all things occult, you can follow and even subscribe to me on my Ko-fi page. I have set up monthly memberships, and each tier gives you different benefits:

Lunar Tier ($2 AUD) - One month early access to zines/books

Solar Tier ($5 AUD) - One month early access to zines/books + Name listed in acknowledgements section of zines/books

Galaxy Tier ($10 AUD) - One month early access to zines/books + Name listed in acknowledgements section of zines/books + Access to exclusive Ko-fi store items (e.g. handbound zines/books, custom handmade prayer beads, etc.)

Please Note: Galaxy Tier is not available as of right now, since I haven't set up the exclusive store items yet; but I will be sorting it out soon and making it available in the near future.

I'm also thinking about potentially opening back up my Etsy store, where I used to sell daemon sigil candles back in 2023. In addition to selling the candles again, I also want to eventually design and sell my own tarot deck, as well as sell my books/zines and maybe art prints of my drawings there too. I'm still sorting out the Etsy stuff though, so it's not definitive that I'll be opening the store back up; but feel free to follow my store in case I do open it again.

Additionally, my partner streams on Twitch from time to time (I also sometimes make an appearance on their streams too lol) and is working towards becoming a Twitch affiliate so they can eventually monetise their channel. If you could follow them over on Twitch, it would mean the world to both them and myself.

Now, obviously I understand that financial support is a lot to ask for right now, given the current state of the economy and the cost-of-living crisis; so please don't commission or donate if you can't afford to or are not in a financially stable situation yourself to do so. Honestly, reblogging this post and/or sharing it in other ways is more than enough help if you cannot afford to commission or donate.

If you do donate, please don't feel pressured to give more than what you can afford or want to give. Even if it's a small amount, it still goes a long way and helps us out a lot. Either way, I will still be eternally grateful for your support. 🖤

I am working hard to get my book finished and, even though I am publishing the ebook on Ko-fi at a price of pay-what-you-want with the option to download it for free, it would mean a lot if you could purchase it for a few dollars if you are able to do so. Additionally, I will also be self-publishing physical copies (as well as the ebook) through Lulu, so it would mean a lot if you could also purchase it through that avenue. But again, no pressure. Xx

That's pretty much all I wanted to say in this post. Again, please don't feel pressured to donate or commission if you can't afford to or simply don't want to. A reblog and/or share is honestly more than enough help if you can't help out financially. 🖤

Thank you so much for your support. Please know that I am eternally grateful for your help. Xx

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[ladybyakuya]

updated my commission sheet with fandoms and selfship writing.

[monstersholygrail]

Orc boyfriend that thinks it’s so funny to pick up his 6’6 boyfriend whenever he feels like it. Double points if his human partner is a very good human wrestler and after matches the orc just scoops him up and kisses all over his face and gives him water while the human is all embarrassed -🪻

One of the most adorable asks I’ve ever gotten!!! I don’t usually write for male pov, though I have and would if ever commissioned, but gosh this was just too damn cute not to post!!

This ask literally has me all gushy and giggling. Was kicking my feet reading. But I love when queer couples have these sorts of dynamic. Like two guys who love play fighting and wrestling but then one of them gets pinned and it turns into a makeout session. Or when two women are cuddled up and one is doing the other’s make-up and it’s all intimate and then it turns into a makeout session!

Also been going through a size difference brainrot and I actually love this concept. Like human is already super tall but monster bf is even taller so they’re still small to the monster lol. Thats such an amazing variant of a size difference, I’m fascinated and all dazed about it