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Nothing But Trouble

Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader <one shot>

word count: 1995

requested by the wonderful @ao3-rex1223 💜🥺

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest (kinda lol), daddy kink, dirty talk, kissing, fingering, spanking, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

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The first time’s an accident. Your mom tells you she’ll be gone on a work trip for a few days. Plenty of time to invite Leon over for a mini sleepover. So it’s a surprise when you and Leon are getting hot and heavy on the couch to see headlights splash bright light through the windows, making you pull away from him. 

“Oh my god, she’s home,” you panic, standing up from the couch and tugging Leon’s hand. “We need to hide out in my room.”

He grins, a wicked curve of his lips, “You don’t want her to see us, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes and lead him upstairs as you hear the garage door roll open, “Yeah, not with your hand down my pants.”

He pushes against your back to quicken your pace. Once inside, he shuts the door before turning to you. He manhandles you until you’re bent over the bed, roughly tugging your jeans and panties down. 

Groaning, he swipes his fingers across your slit, “So wet for me, baby. Like that daddy’s playing with this cute pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, burying your face into the sheets, “want you so bad.”

“Poor thing,” he mockingly coos down at you before landing a loud slap across your ass, “shouldn’t have been a little brat then, huh?”

“Daddy,” you hiccup as he spanks your ass again, “‘m sorry.”

“Shhh, unless you want your mom coming in here to see her little girl being split open on my cock,” he laughs. “I won’t mind it—show her what a tight, slutty pussy looks like.”

Slick leaks from your hole and glistens off your thighs as Leon spanks you over and over until the skin is hot. Without any warning, you feel him notch the fat head of his cock against your cunt and bottom out in one stroke. His palm covers your mouth right as you scream, body thrashing underneath his heavy weight. 

“Hush, sweetheart,” his amused voice murmurs in your ear, “I’m just giving you what you want. Don’t you want daddy’s big cock stuffing you full?”

Your eyes roll back as he grinds even deeper into your pussy, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix in a way that makes your cunt gush, pleasure-pain skating up your spine. His hand moves from your mouth to press against the back of your head while the other slips under your body, pulling the hood of your clit back so the sensitive nub can grind against the duvet. 

A stuttering moan leaves your lips, the squelching from his dick pistoning into your cunt sounding loud and salacious in your small room. His rough thrusts grind your clit against your bedspread, sending molten heat to pool in your belly. Leon’s hand grips your head and pulls you up until your body bows. 

“This pussy’s just made for my fat cock, isn’t it, baby?” He grunts, “God, your mom could walk in at any time and see me pounding your hot, wet cunt.”

His dick brushes against your g-spot, making you squeal and clamp down on him.

“Daddy,” you pant, “I’m so close, I wanna cum, please let me cum.”

“Such a good little slut,” he praises, “what if I said no?”

Tears clump your lashes together, “Oh, please. I’ll be so good, daddy, please, wanna cum on your cock. Need you to cum in my pussy.”

He chuckles and stills inside your throbbing walls, sending you into a tailspin of need. Your hips writhe back, trying to hump down on his cock, but he stills you with an iron grip on your waist. 

“Now, that’s two different things, baby girl,” he whispers into your ear, “you want to cream my cock,” he slips a hand down to your spread open cunt to teasingly rub your swollen clit, “but then, say you need me to cum inside your fat, drippy pussy? Which is it?”

“Fuck, please,” you mewl, brain hazy with pleasure, “please, daddy.”

“Aww, since you’re asking so nicely, I’ll let you have both,” he croons against your hair, “cream my cock and I’ll breed this sweet hole til my cum’s dripping out.”

Shuddering, your hips buck forward into his fingers before pressing back, his cock slipping in and out of your cunt. A few more tight circles against your pudgy clit and your orgasm overtakes your senses. Your pussy walls clamp and pulse against his cock as Leon fucks you harder and harder. He bites down on your shoulder, burying his cock deep inside your hole, cum spurting from his tip as his balls empty into your pussy. 

“Good girl,” he pats your hip, sinking more of his weight onto your back until you’re both prone on the bed.

His weight feels nice, lulling you into a sleepy daze as he pets your sides and brushes your hair away from your face. He hisses when his cock softens enough to slip from your messy cunt, slick and cum dripping onto the bed. He cuddles you into his broad chest until a sharp rap at your door startles you both. 

“Honey, you awake?”

You freeze, looking at Leon who only laughs to himself. He gets up off your bed and steps into your closet, shooting you a wink as he shuts the door. You bundle your blanket up around your shoulders and clear your throat. 

“Y-yeah, come in,” you answer her, hoping it doesn’t smell too much like sex. 

Opening the door, she walks into your room with a little smile, “I know I wasn’t due back for a few more days, but they canceled the guest speaker at the last minute.”

“Oh,” you cringe internally, knowing your voice’s a little higher than usual. “Are they going to reschedule?”

She hums, eyes scanning your room before coming back to you, “Yes, it’s early next week, so I’ll be leaving again soon.”

You nod, “Okay then.”

“Well,” she tilts her head slightly, “guess I’ll let you get back to resting.”

She pauses for a second, a little frown pinching her brows before she laughs to herself, “Say hi to that boyfriend of yours.”

“What?” You call out, acid swirling in your stomach. 

She waves you off and shuts your door, footsteps disappearing down the hall. You raise up and look over your bed to see Leon’s jacket bundled up at the foot of your bed. 

“It’s new. She won’t recognize it,” his smooth voice cuts into your thoughts as he steps out. 

“Oh my god,” you flop back onto your bed, “my heart’s beating so fast.”

You let out a little laugh while Leon sits on the edge of your bed. 

“Up for a little more?” The corner of his lips quirks up into a half smile as he trails his fingers up to your thigh. 

From then on, you sneak Leon into the house at every opportunity. Your mom gives you sly little glances when she catches a man’s jacket strewn over the back of the couch or sees a pair of shoes kicked off by the door. Somehow, you’re always able to keep her finding out that it’s Leon who’s your new beau. 

Even though he tries his damndest to get you caught every. single. time. 

“C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he goads, fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt as you sit next to him on the couch, “your mom’s due back any time.”

He pulls out his fingers and adds a third to your hole before pressing them back inside, tips rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy. Leon bites your neck, sucking the skin as his thumb slowly rubs across your swollen clit. 

“Oh fuck, Leon,” you slur, head tipping back against the couch, making it easier for him to suck and bite at the column of your neck. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he nips the shell of your ear, “this hungry little cunt’s just sucking my fingers in, can’t wait to feel her around my cock.”

“Daddy,” you gasp wantonly, hips rolling down into his hand, “want that, want your cock.”

“Oh, I know,” he simpers, kissing your cheek, “my poor baby and her sweet pussy need daddy to breed her all night long.”

Goosebumps prickle along your skin as your thighs fall open even wider, “God, yes, please, want you to cum in me so bad.”

He growls and fingerfucks your cunt even harder, slick splashing against his palm as it slaps against your mound. The trill of your phone doesn’t even slow him down as you shakily bring it up to see who’s calling. 

“It’s my mom,” you whimper and he only smirks, fingers still pumping into your chubby cunt, “Leon.”

“Answer it, slut,” he slows his rough pace but keeps his fingers rubbing against your g-spot as you shakily answer the call. 

“H-hi mom,” you swallow down the moans wanting to escape, “y-yeah my boyfriend’s here.”

Leon laughs into your neck and picks back up the hard and fast pace from earlier, pussy loudly squelching and making you squirm. 

“Huh? No, no, we’re just making s-some food,” you shut your eyes, hoping and praying the orgasm you feel building in your core holds off just a little longer. 

“Oh? You’re on your way home? Oh no, he’ll be gone by then,” you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as Leon’s thumb circles your clit just right, ratcheting your arousal higher and higher with every press. 

“Okay, yeah, u-uh yeah, you t-too, mmhmm,” your mind is blurring, “talk to you later.”

The hand holding the phone drops down onto the couch as Leon brings you to the edge and pushes you over. Slick gushes from your cunt, squirting out all over the couch, Leon’s arm, and onto the floor. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, daddy, ‘m cumming,” you wail, back arching as his fingers keep thrusting in and out of your hole, “fuck!”

You squirt again as his fingers keep rubbing and pressing against the spongy spot in your cunt that has your walls fluttering like crazy. After making you cum again, he finally eases his fingers from your swollen cunt, lightly petting your clit with wet fingers until you whimper. 

“Fuck me,” you spread your pussy open, folds wet and hole clenching around nothing, “breed me right here, right now, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he growls out, undoing his belt and jeans, quickly shoving them down his thighs to pull his cock free. 

You moan as soon as you see his sticky uncut tip, “Please, Leon, want it.”

There’s no finesse as he shoves his cock inside your overly sensitive pussy, not worried about your pleasure at all at this moment. 

“What a fucking slut,” he laughs meanly, pinching your clit, “you’re gonna get us caught cause I’m not stopping—told you that I’m gonna breed you all night.”

“Don’t care,” you gasp, pussy rippling around his cock, “just fill me up, feels so good.”

“Goddamn,” he bares his teeth at you, “fuck, you’re so perfect. Got the best fucking pussy.”

Half a dozen thrusts later and he’s spilling hot and thick inside your cunt, sticky ropes of cum painting your pussy walls white. 

“Oh god,” you whimper, cunt clenching rhythmically around Leon’s softening cock. 

“We’re not finished,” the words rumble from his chest. 

With a squeal, Leon pulls you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you upstairs into your room. Shutting your door, he shoves you up against it, licking into your mouth messily, spit dripping from your lips as he kisses you heatedly. 

A half hour later, when your mom comes home, she can hear the rhythmic thudding of you getting your pussy railed against your door by, unbeknownst to her, the man who used to be your step dad. She only laughs in embarrassment, planning on talking to you about maybe taking your extracurricular activities to your boyfriend’s place to avoid any awkward talks like this in the future.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT. GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Childe is quite affectionate, if not, very affectionate.

He almost met the requirements for the five love languages—almost; the man failed in the quality time department, obviously. But he's a good lover. Opening and holding the door for you, only leaving after making sure you've reached the safety of your home, and giving gifts even on the most ordinary Monday.

"You look good in that dress, babe." "Let me see that pretty face." "Good morning, angel," and a whole bunch of other sweet nothings he said to you. Oh, how he loved to hold you on his lap, burying his nose in your sweet scent while ignoring the stack of documents that demanded his attention.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Definitely: doll, babe, baby, angel.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Childe is the biggest cuddle bug, and luckily doesn't have much free time for it (or else the man will forever demand it from you, as if he's eternally glued to your hip). Enjoys being the big spoon in the middle of a chilly night, naked. When you question him about how he remained alive, all he says is, "Darling, do I need to remind you where I come from?"

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Childe is quite good at cooking, but it's mostly Snezhnayan food. I always picture him in the kitchen, wearing a crimson or navy blue apron and flipping whatever is in the pan with a proud smile. Though he makes an effort to clean as much as he can, there is always a dusty spot that remains unattended. Still, he found the window and table wiping to be pretty enjoyable!

E = Emotion (How are they with showing emotion in public versus private?)

I think, by default, Childe is a pretty empty person if we put aside his dark desires and ambitions. In public, he looks like a chill guy. He is cold and full of discipline towards his subordinates. Childe is quite respectful of his fellow Harbingers and those he admires; keep a little distance and minimize conversations with some strange people (for example: Dottore). However, to his family, closest friends, and his significant other, Childe is as warm as the sun and wears his heart on his sleeve.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

Oh, he's a smooth flirt, alright. He knows his potential and maximizes it. Usually he squeezes three or four or more in his private time with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Childe really gentle with his lover. God, I can't imagine the canon him being a violent person (despite his crazy hobby of wanting to fight any breathing creature within his radius). Would massage your feet if you asked. He kissed your ankles in an attempt to make sure there wasn't an inch of you left untouched by him. Treats you like a tiny little bird. Even if there is a moment where he's rough, you can bet it will, ahem, leave more pleasure than pain.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Childe loves hugs! However, I can't say he gave a warm hug. Most of the time, he does the initiating, and hugs from behind are his favorite thing to give.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long enough for Childe to say these magical words. He had many considerations: was what he felt more than just admiration? Will his confession burden you? Anyway, despite his playful and easygoing persona, Childe didn't say these words carelessly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

With his confident air, you'd think it would take a lot to make Childe jealous. Wrong. Whoever he considers to be stronger and more worthy than him, Childe turns into a green-eyed monster. But, there are some people who don't know their place that makes him sometimes… feel the need to emphasize his relationship with you.

In the first case, Childe might pout all day or sulk like a child. However, in the second case, he will show warning signs to the poor person by resting his hands on your hips or even a hug from behind while resting his chin on your shoulder. Oh, and that triumphant grin on his face when he knew the signal had been picked up.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Childe's kisses were of many kinds. Short kiss. Soft kiss. And kisses full of desire and longing every time he came back from a long mission or a tiring day. He likes to kiss you on the lips, knuckles, and neck. He loves receiving kisses on the lips, cheeks, head, and the tip of his nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

We know the answer to this one!! He is very. Very. Good. With. Children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unfortunately, Childe is an early bird, thanks to his job. There's not much you can do in the morning when he's on a work day other than watch him leave. You figure that comes with the job and loving the man. On his days off, he will make sure to spend more time in bed with you, either by cuddling or sleeping through the entire day.

But don't expect him to be as understanding if it has to do with your job. This ginger-haired devil will try his best to keep you in his arms and weigh you down with his body in the hope you'll change your mind about coming to work today. He's super dramatic when you don't.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Childe had irregular working hours, which meant most nights he came home late and you were already asleep. However, on days where he can go home early, he makes sure to take a bath together before going to bed. He's a light sleeper, by the way! Every time you turned around and moved away from him in your sleep, he made sure to pull you close back to him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Childe had many considerations about the things he held close to his heart. There are some things about him that he fears will change your perception of him. It took him a few months into the relationship to reveal a stupid little secret, and that too was delivered and disguised as a joke. After making sure the foundation of his relationship was stronger, he would then tell the things he only dared to whisper when night fell.

P = Propose (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At first, I thought Childe was the type of person who would propose about two or three years into a relationship. However, now that I think about it, marriage is also a very, very big thing for him. He has no problem committing, but if we're honest, marriage never crossed his mind until he met you.

It would take quite a while if he wanted to propose marriage. Because apart from the nature of his job (and the possibilities that accompany it), Childe is quite sensitive to rejection. He'll have to make sure you're also on the same boat regarding marriage before he dares present you with the ring he bought somewhere in Mond.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I don't think he's the type of lover who has the ability to remember small details about his significant other. Sure, he remembers your favorite food, your choice of flowers, and the songs you used to hum; However, he's not the type to go into too much detail.

Despite that, Childe gave you the best things he could get. So, even though he sometimes forgets things you've mentioned before, you can surrender yourself completely to him because you know, Childe will move heaven and earth for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The night he realized he loved you, as the world turned more colorful than ever. However, if Childe fell in love with you at first sight, his favorite memory would be the first time he laid eyes on you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Childe is quite protective, but (thankfully) not so much that you feel suffocated. He is quite secretive in protecting you. Always sweep his gaze around scanning for possible dangers in every place you visit. Not to the extent of ordering his subordinates to follow you, but he can always be sure and will go to any lengths so that you don't get hurt.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Childe is a good lover. However, gestures of affection are more about big things such as giving gifts, inviting to romantic dinners, and basic things that couples usually do. As I said before, he doesn't remember small details very well; but he makes sure everything he gives you is the best.

He may have trouble remembering what kind of ring you like, but you can bet your money he'll buy the shiniest one to adorn your ring finger. His effort can be seen from the way he gives the best, the most luxurious; while small and simple things like a picnic in the park, a walk around the lake are more your thing.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a partner?)

It's the fact that you hear how horrible he is – that he's this bloodthirsty warrior and all the gossip about how he's the Tsaritsa's weapon, and yet you only see a lovesick, little pomeranian puppy swinging his tail happily every time you look at him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

This pretty boy knows he's all that. It's so unfair how the effort Childe puts into his appearance only consists of washing his face with just water – showering – getting out of the shower with wet hair, and letting it air dry (how can his hair stay fluffy with so little care???). He only used one perfume that Tonia gave him (and mind you, he's been using it for YEARS). And... that's it. All set to take on the day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?

He would die without you. That's enough said.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Childe did flirt here and there, but surprisingly, his only love experience was having a tiny schoolboy crush on a girl back in Snezhnaya when he was six years old. After falling into the abyss, his teenage years were filled with all the trouble he managed to cause – the fights he managed to be a part of before his father handed him over to the Fatui. Clear records of exes.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

??? I can't think of anything other than Childe doesn't like partners who are.. possessive. He was a young man who still loved traveling and exploring the world, and the thought of having a partner who intended to confine him to one place forever sounded hellish to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Childe is either a lightsleeper or a very heavysleeper, there is no in between. On weekdays, he can jolt awake from the slight noise from the kitchen. But, he sleeps like a hibernating bear on weekend or when he has overworked himself. Childe likes to sleep on his stomach, shirtless. Snoring varies in intensity from light to moderate.

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Journey to the Kingdom

Thank you to my anonymous commissioner for giving me yet another amazing commission with Mika! Love writing for her and this premise was a really fun one! I hope I'll get to write for again in the future!

~2k, fpreg, in the woods, alone in the woods, nsfw

The ancient forest enveloped Mika’s small caravan as it creaked along the narrow path. Sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the moss-covered ground. Mika, with her shoulder-length black hair tied back, looked out from her coach seat, her light grey eyes scanning the surroundings. Her hands instinctively rested on the gentle swell of her belly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she felt a flutter of movement from within.

The journey had been long and arduous, but the promise of gold and the honor of delivering the future heir of a distant kingdom had driven her to accept the task. Normally, she would have refused such a request, especially being in the late stages of her own pregnancy. However, the prospect of securing a prosperous future for her child outweighed the risks.

The rhythmic clatter of wheels over uneven ground punctuated the quiet, each bump sending a twinge through Mika's body. Her once slender frame had softened during pregnancy, a transformation she accepted with grace, knowing it signified the miracle of life growing within her. With a soft sigh, she shifted in her seat, attempting to find a more comfortable position to ease the discomfort  tugging at her lower back and hips.

Traveling alone was not ideal, but it allowed her the peace and solitude she needed to prepare for the task ahead. The forest around her was alive with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves.

"You're going to meet a little prince or princess soon." Mika murmured softly, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the rhythmic sway of the caravan. She placed a gentle hand over her belly, feeling the movements within. "We're almost there. Just one more days travel."

The caravan jolted over a particularly rough patch of road, pulling Mika from her reverie. She winced slightly, placing a hand on her lower back to ease the discomfort. Her hands rested lightly on the reins, guiding the sturdy mare along the winding path.

As Mika adjusted her position on the cushioned seat once again, her thoughts turned to the practicalities of the journey. She had packed all the necessary supplies, her medical instruments carefully wrapped and stored. She carried herbs and potions, remedies for pain and complications, as well as her own provisions. The caravan was modest but sufficient, providing shelter and a place to rest during the long nights.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the forest. Mika knew she would need to find a suitable place to camp for the night. Aside from that, her back could use the rest, as the jostling of the cart had agitated it, causing her discomfort all day. She guided the caravan off the main path, following a narrow trail that led to a small clearing.

As she set about making camp, she felt a tight cramp ripple through her abdomen, squeezing her hips. She paused, leaning against the side of the caravan, breathing deeply to ease the discomfort. It had been a long day, and the constant jostling of the caravan had taken its toll. She waved the pain away, convincing herself it was just the strain of the journey as she got back to setting up the camp.

As darkness fell, Mika sat by the small fire she had kindled, the fire crackling and popping as she settled down on a blanket spread on the ground. The warmth of the flames and the quiet of the forest provided a brief respite from the day's challenges. Setting up camp had taken longer than normal, her having to stop now and again to ease a flare-up of pain in her back and hips, still sore from the journey.

But now everything was set up and she was settled. Mika closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of peace as she let the warmth of the fire wash over her.

Just as she began to relax, a more powerful cramp seized her, doubling her over in pain. She clutched her belly, gasping for breath. This was different, much stronger than the earlier cramps. Panic flickered in her eyes.

"No... Not now." she whispered to herself, she placed a now trembling hand upon her abdomen, struggling to stay calm. Another wave of pain followed quickly, causing her to wince, eyes closing tightly as she focused on her breathing, just as she had counseled countless women before in their labors. There was no denying it now, she was in labor, alone in the middle of the forest, far from any help.

Her mind raced, assessing her situation. She knew she had to act quickly. The supplies she carried for others' deliveries would now have to be used for her own. Fighting through the pain of the contractions that now came in waves, she crawled to the caravan, rummaging for the necessary items. She found clean linens, a sharp knife, and herbs to ease the pain.

Mika set up a makeshift birthing area near the fire, laying out the linens and preparing for the task ahead. Despite the fear and uncertainty, her training as a midwife kicked in, guiding her actions with a steady hand.

As the next contraction hit, she gripped the edge of a nearby log, sweat beading on her forehead. The forest seemed to close in around her, the shadows lengthening as night fell.

As the contraction subsided, Mika eased herself down on her back, propping herself up on her elbows. The firelight flickered across her face, “You know, this isn’t the best timing, little one.” she murmured, her voice a mixture of pain and tenderness. “But I’m still excited to meet you. We’re going to get through this, together.”

Time passes, and the forest around Mika was now completely dark, save for the fire as it casted it’s long, flickering light. The contractions were relentless now, coming in waves as they squeezed and then released, and Mika could feel the pressure building inside her. It was a deep, almost unbearable force, pressing down with a sense of urgency that she couldn't ignore.

She planted her feet firmly on the ground, lifting her hips to rock and sway them, trying to relieve the mounting pressure. The movements provided some small comfort, a way to keep her focus amidst the waves of pain. She breathed deeply, in and out, her hands gripping the edges of the blanket beneath her.

“Come on, little one.’ she panted, her voice a bit strained, ‘We’re almost there. Just a little more.”

And then, in the midst of the turmoil, she felt it—a profound shift deep within her. With a small almost popping sensation, a gush of warm, clear fluid came from between her legs, soaking the blanket beneath her. Her water had broken, the sensation both a relief and a new source of anxiety, knowing that she might need to push soon.

Turns out, she didn’t have to wait long. As alongside the next building contraction Mika felt a deep, instinctual urge to push. The pressure was immense, and she knew she couldn't remain lying on her back any longer.

With great effort, she adjusted her position, shifting her weight and the blanket beneath her. She moved to sit up against a nearby fallen tree, the rough bark providing a solid support. The cool earth beneath her and the sturdy trunk at her back brought a measure of comfort amidst the intensity of labor.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she braced herself, planting her feet firmly in the ground. The firelight flickered across her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes. “I’m ready now.’ she murmured to her baby, her voice a mixture of pain-tinged resolve, ‘Let’s do this.”

Another contraction surged through her, and Mika bore down, pushing with all her strength. The sensation was overwhelming, but felt heavenly at the same time as it gave her purpose. She gritted her teeth, her body straining with the effort, every muscle focused on bringing her child into the world.

Time seems to pass nebulously as Mika fell into the rhythm of childbirth, only aware of her body and the progress she made with each heaving push. The pressure intensified, and she could feel the baby’s head descending. She let a primal sound escape her lips, echoing through the forest.

Sweat streamed down her face, mingling with tears, as she soon starts to feel a bulging between her legs, growing a little bigger every time she bears down. This drove her to push harder, knowing it was the final barrier between her and the moment she had been waiting for.

She gripped her thighs, anchoring herself against the overwhelming pressure and weight. With a deep breath, she pushed with all her might, her muscles straining. Then she started to feel a little stretch, as her folds started to part. By the time the contraction breaks and she stops to catch her breath, it's starting to burn.

She reached down instinctively, her fingers brushing against the soft, wet hair of her child. The sensation filled her eyes with tears of pain and joy, “You're coming, my love.’ she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, ‘Just a little more.”

Feeling her child’s head filled her with energy as she heaved anew, gritting her teeth as the baby's head emerged a little further, the burning sensation increasing. She could feel her muscles straining, her body stretching to accommodate the new life that was so close to entering the world.

Giving another big push, she felt the baby's head reach full crown, the pressure immense but exhilarating. Mika’s fingers brushed against the baby’s head again, feeling the soft hair. Mika panted, her voice filled with both exhaustion and triumph. “A-Almost here. You’re almost here.”

The next contraction gripped her, and Mika pushed slowly but firmly, feeling the baby's head inching forward. She could feel the baby’s head emerging, and her breaths came in short gasps as she paused. Mika then pushed again, guiding the baby's head out as she birthed the head fully. The baby’s head now rested against her thigh, the shoulders still within her. She could feel the slight movements, her child so close to joining the world.

Mika took a moment to breathe, her belly pulsing in time with her breaths. Mika then leaned forward and carefully supported the baby’s head with one hand, as she bore down once more, the pressure building as she focused on delivering the shoulders.

She pushed with all her might, feeling the baby's shoulders rotate and emerge one by one. The sensation was intense, but Mika stayed focused as with one final, fierce push, the rest of the baby’s body tumbled out, slippery and warm.

Mika’s heart swelled with overwhelming joy and relief as she scooped her newborn into her arms. The baby's first cries filled the clearing and echoed through the night. Tears streamed down Mika's face as she cradled the tiny, wriggling form against her chest.

“H-Hi Baby. Oh wow.’ she croaked, her voice choked with emotion, ‘You’re finally here. Welcome home.” The pain and struggle faded into the background as Mika held her baby close, the firelight bathing them in it’s warm glow.

Mika's journey had been long and arduous, but as she approached the castle, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. The towering stone walls of the kingdom’s stronghold loomed ahead, the castle gates opening in anticipation of her arrival. She cradled her newborn close to her chest, the baby swaddled snugly in a soft blanket, their tiny face peeking out as they slept peacefully.

As she made her way through the grand archway, she was greeted by a steward who bowed deeply. “Lady Mika.’ he said, his voice a respectful murmur, ‘The king and queen are awaiting you in the royal chambers. This way, please.”

As she was led to the chambers to meet the expectant mother, Her baby stirred slightly, and she adjusted the blanket, whispering soothing words. She had been through an incredible journey, both physically and emotionally, but now she was ready for the next chapter in her life and to assist in bringing another life into the world.

[onebrainsel]

A Writer Needs Assistance

Asking for things such as this, aren't my first option, but I'm currently out of a stable job. And my only means of income are sporadic freelance work I can do from home. However, the laptop I worked from is broken beyond repair.

My family income doesn't allow for this kind of purchase at the moment, and I can't save money for it, if I can't work.

If you feel inclined to donate anything, I'd be very grateful. But if you can't, sharing this post is just as helpful.

Thank you so much.

If you'd rather commission a fic from me instead of making a donation, you're welcome to. Just know that I'll be very slow working on commissions precisely because my laptop is broken.

All information regarding it, such as fandoms I write for, prices and guidelines are on the link below.

[i-got-da-rubes]

"Why are you opening commissions?" I no longer have an income but my son remains. The son in question:

Here's my brand new Patreon, featuring exclusive TMNT fics I haven't finished, as well as sneak peeks for my ongoing projects.

Here's my Ao3.

Contact me on tumblr or Instagram and from there we'll move to Discord. I accept Venmo and Paypal.

[bitter-hibiscus]

Here's the link to my ao3!

TEMPORARILY CLOSED BC MY DUMBASS GOT HURT

This is a test run. If it goes well and I can keep doing it, more slots will be opened!

1k-2k: 0/1

2k-3k: 2/2

3k-5k: 1/1

[stevestark]

Fic Commissions Available!

I have reached the point in my job search where I am running out of money and need something to carry me until I land the next gig so—fic commissions are now available!

Rate is $0.03/word

Minimum word count of 500, which is a minimum rate of $15

Fandoms available include: MCU including Marvel TV series, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf, Star Trek (Alternate Original Series), Ted Lasso, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, CW DC TV shows, LOTR/the Hobbit, Star Wars, It, Supernatural; any fandoms unlisted, just ask!

I will not write: explicit underage, incest, bestiality, noncon

All ships and plots that do not disqualify based on the Will Not Write section are allowed.

Rating chosen by commissioner

Payment required prior to writing but after negotiating plot and details

Delivery within 48hrs of each commission taken.

Payment methods include PayPal and Venmo

All fics will be published to AO3 upon completion unless requested to be kept private by commissioner

shoot me a message here or contact me on Twitter @crimsondynamo_ if interested!

[lipglossanon]

What If We Could

Best friend!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

A little more savory tier commission from @porcelainseashore and dedicated to AliBelleRosetta ✨

Word Count: 2404 (I’m not surprised at this point lmao)

Warnings: MDNI, neighbor Leon, crushes, jealous reader, light flirting, smoking, light voyeurism, teasing, half naked reader

proofread ✍️

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Stepping out the back door, your breath mists in front of your face. The warmth of late summer has segued easily into the coolness of fall. You tug the sleeves of your overly big sweatshirt—one you stole from Leon although you can’t recall when—to make sure they don’t fall too low past your wrists. Thinking of your best friend brings a warmth—a tiny ember burning in your chest—and a soft smile to your face.

Looking over at his house, you're thankful for the millionth time that you guys ended up being neighbors. Stepping out into your backyard, you pick your way through the leaf-strewn path that runs between your yard and Leon’s. Glancing over, you take in the old oak tree with its tired rope swing that sits in the middle of both properties. 

It’s been years since it’s been used; musing to yourself, you think you must’ve been about eight years old when you quit playing on it. And the last time the swing was even used had to have been when you and Leon dared each other to swing as high as possible, then jump off. Wood smoke pervades your senses, and you breathe deep. It drags you from your reminiscing, focus shifting back to Leon’s house and, more importantly, to the open garage. 

Your fingers nervously rub across the mixtape in the front pocket of your hooded sweatshirt. Leon’s never had a bad word to say about your mixes, even letting you demo a few live in front of your home setup, but it always sends a frisson of nerves through you when giving him one—especially one you’ve made specifically for him.

Poking your head around the corner, you take in your best friend while he doesn’t realize you’re there. He’s frowning down at the engine, a smear of grease already staining the apple of one cheek. His fringe hangs low over his face, head tilted forward as he works on his Jeep. That low burning ember in your chest sparks to life. 

His blue eyes dart from part to part, mentally assessing his next move. His toolbox lies at his feet, lid flipped open and tools organized. Pushing off the side of the garage makes enough noise to draw his attention. A smile lights up his face when he realizes it’s you. 

“Hey! Didn’t think you were gonna come over today,” he steps away from the hood, grabbing up an old oil rag to start cleaning his hands. 

You shrug, “Didn’t feel like beatmatching today.”

You fiddle with the mixtape in your sweater before pulling it out. “Made you a new one.”

His eyes are soft when he walks over to pluck it from your hands. “Thanks. I think my last one is about worn out.”

He chuckles, and you grin a little bashfully. Throwing his arm over your shoulders, he guides you into the garage and over onto the ratty couch that’s been here forever. While you flop down onto the faded green cushions, springs groaning at the motion, Leon slips the new mixtape into his stereo. A heavy beat fills the speakers as he walks back over to join you on the couch.

“This one's yours?”

You nod, “I’ve got a few new tracks I’ve been messing around with.”

“Cool,” he relaxes into the cushions, head resting on the back. “Man, I’m tired.”

“Long night?”

“Kinda. Had to finish that paper for biology.”

Humming, you slip your shoes off and kick your feet up onto the couch. “I hate that class.”

He snorts, “Tell me about it.”

“Hey, Leon, I hate that class.”

He shakes his head at your sly smile, “Smartass.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“What’re you? Five?” 

You laugh, and he huffs a breath that you know is covering his own amusement. He pulls out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smacking the bottom with his palm before working the last one out and slipping it into his mouth.

“Hey,” you perk up, stretching your legs out to prod a sock-covered foot at Leon’s leg. “I thought you quit.”

“I did,” he mumbles, lips pinched around the cigarette filter, hands patting at his jean pockets as he feels for his lighter.

Making a little hum at the discovery, he tugs it out of his left pocket, flipping the hinge of the zippo to spark the flint until a little gold flame appears. Cupping his hand, he takes a pull off the butt, snapping the Zippo shut with a flick of his wrist before blowing smoke from his nose. 

“C’mon, share,” you poke him again, and he clamps a hand around your ankle bone. Butterflies take flight in your sternum, insides fizzing like carbonated soda. 

It’s not the first time Leon’s caused this feeling. It’s something you’ve been avoiding by looking at too closely. 

“Say please,” he smirks at you, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth.

You pout, and he runs his fingers underneath the hem of the leg of your jeans, calloused fingers brushing the skin. The fizzy excitement is back, bubbling in your sternum. 

“Please, Leon,” you murmur.

His eyes shift, the blue now a shade darker, while he plucks the cigarette from his lips. “See? How hard was that?”

Leaning forward, you take the filtered end and pull a drag off the lit cig. You both fall into a charged silence—not only sharing smoke, but a secondhand kiss with each pass of the filter between you two. Every now and again, Leon ashes the cigarette onto an old glass tray sitting on the floor. 

He keeps his hand loosely wrapped around your ankle the entire time, fingers mindlessly tracing across your skin. Feeling a little bold, you slip your other foot into his lap, and he hums. Giddiness at the action makes you a little lightheaded. 

He offers the butt to you. “Last one?”

You shake your head, “All yours.”

He takes one last drag of what’s left of the cigarette, then stubs it out in the ashtray. He lounges back on the couch, running his free hand through his hair.

“Actually.. what time is it?” He rolls his head to look over at you.

Squinting up at the silly cat clock on the wall, you read out the time. “You got a plane to catch?”

He rolls his eyes with a smile and gently pushes your feet off his lap. “No, I got a date with Heidi, said I’d pick her up at about six or so.”

Jealousy rears its green-eyed gaze and lasers you in its sights. The bubbly feeling from earlier sours, leaving confusion in its wake. 

“Oh.” The word slips from your lips quietly, softly. You thought they had broken up? Squishing down that nagging voice in your head, you clear your throat. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair then.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He stands up and holds his hand out to help you off the couch. 

“Of course, we’ve got history together.” You clasp his hand and let him pull you alongside him. “Don’t stay out too late.”

He chuckles and nudges you with his elbow, “No promises.”

Pretending that doesn't slice into your heart as well as buoys the jealousy sitting like a stone in your chest, you nod and step around him. As you head for the opening of the garage, his fingers tangle with yours and tug you to a stop. 

“Hey,” his voice is low and honeywarm when you turn to look at him. “Thanks for the music.”

He squeezes your hand gently, blue eyes searching your face. You can’t help but smile at him, squeezing his hand back. 

“You’re welcome, Leon.”

He grins, boyish and happy, then drops your hand to grab up his lighter and empty pack of cigarettes to stash them back in his pocket.

“Later!” He calls out, and you watch him head into his house through the kitchen door.

Cradling your hand to your chest, you walk back to your house, deep in thought with your tangled feelings. 

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Leon pulls into his driveway before the clock even strikes ten. He sits behind the steering wheel, eyes unseeing as he looks out the windshield. The date went off without a hitch; Heidi and he got along perfectly. But he couldn’t stop thinking back to you this afternoon. How you looked with a haze of smoke in the air, eyes glittering at him from across the couch.

You brought him another of your mixtapes, so shy and sweet—it’s cute, but he’s too chicken to ever tell you that. His heart lurched in his chest at seeing your face fall when he admitted why he had to leave early; it was telling in that you didn’t even realize you had done it. 

Climbing out of his Jeep, he digs out his new pack of cigarettes and decides to light one up before going inside. With his thoughts still on you, his feet take him around the side of the garage to the oak tree straddling the invisible line between your yards. He leans against the trunk, eyes flicking up to your bedroom window and almost choking on the smoke he blows out from his mouth on a sudden exhalation. 

The soft glow of the lamp on your nightstand bathes your room in a golden hue, fitting for the warmth mounting in Leon’s body. His eyes can’t stop taking you in, clad only in a loose shirt and sweats. He steps closer out from under the shadow of the tree to take a better look. You’re moving around your room, headphones over your ears, lost in your own little world.

Coming to a stop, Leon takes a long drag from his cigarette, slowly blowing out the smoke while he watches you dance around your room. You slip your sweats down and off, now only in your shirt and plain cotton panties. His heart pumps harder, pulse jumping in his neck. Leon knows he shouldn’t be peeping on you like this—knows he should turn around and go back home so you won’t think he’s some kinda pervert, but the temptation of you is too tantalizing. 

You bend forward to drop something onto your nightstand and glance up, locking eyes with him. Leon doesn’t move except to pull the filter away from his mouth to breathe out a smoke ring. You slowly stand tall, body language cautious. He’s close enough he can see you bite your lip, seeming to make up your mind as you tug on the bottom of your shirt.

He can’t stop the low groan from slipping from his lips; thankfully no one is around, when you slowly bring your shirt over your head and drop it into the floor. You stand there, like a vision, in just panties and a bra. He brings the cigarette back up to his lips to take a long drag. You tease your fingers underneath your bra straps, slipping them down one at a time. Leon’s heart is in his throat, eyes never leaving yours as you reach behind your back and undo the clasps. 

Once you bring your arms forward to let your bra fall away from your body, his eyes drop to greedily take in your bare breasts. Arousal pools in his gut while he stares at your soft peaks, your nipples hardening under his gaze. Cupping your breasts in your hands, you rub your thumbs over the tight buds, making him groan and run a shaky hand through his hair.

He drops the cig and stubs it out under his boot. Running his other hand down his thigh, he cups himself through his jeans, groaning at the pressure on his chubbed cock. He watches you bite your lip again, eyes fluttering when you lightly run your fingers around your areola before grazing your nipples. His palm presses harder onto his bulge, hips jumping at the dull pleasure. 

You smile at him, secretive and coquettish, bending forward again to pick up the shirt you dropped earlier. Leon bites back the disappointed groan when you pull your shirt back on, blowing him a saucy kiss before closing the curtains on your window. 

Leon shakes his head, arousal making his thoughts feel thick and slow. In a daze, he makes his way back over to his house and up to his own room. Deciding to take a cold shower before falling into bed, Leon knows that a line may have been crossed, and he’s not sure that he really cares.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Apparently it’s something neither of you are going to bring up. You were already seated in your usual spot when Leon came rushing in, minutes from the lecture starting. He shoots you his usual smile and a quick hello before pulling out his laptop and textbook. You frown at him, a quizzical pull of your brows, and he just winks. 

Shrugging a little, you turn back to the front of the class just as the teacher walks in, closing the door behind them. It’s silent between you two while the history lecture takes place. Once the lesson drags to a close, you wait for Leon to finish packing away his things. 

“You wanna grab an early lunch? I slept through my alarm and missed breakfast,” he grouses, rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand.

“Sure. Anywhere specific?” You fall into step with him as you leave the classroom, skin feeling warm when your arms brush. 

“Where’s that place that you found last week?” He pushes the door open, letting you exit the building first. 

“Oh, it’s just around the corner. They’ve got a decent selection, sandwiches, wraps, and the like,” you purse your lips in thought, and Leon slips his arm over your shoulders. 

Butterflies swarm your stomach, and you give him a side eye. It’s not unusual for Leon to do it, but after last night, you’re unsure of where you stand with him. 

“Sounds good to me,” he yawns. “Damn, I gotta start heading to bed earlier.”

Neither of you say anything about why he was up late, and by the end of the day, it’s like some weird shared dream that you may have had—distant, yet the feeling remains. 

And except for the times when you catch him staring, it’s business as usual, so everything’s fine between you two… right?

[written-in-sunshine]

Hello! I’m Key, and this is my commission sheet! All of the necessary information for commissioning me is here, and I’d appreciate it if you could take a look before shooting me a message! Here is my Ao3 For Reference! Mobile Friendly Information! Please see the aforementioned link for Will/Won't Write List and Ships I Will/Won't Write List!

GUIDELINES

Please read my Will Not Write section thoroughly. Just because something is on the list doesn’t mean that I dislike or don’t support it, but there are things on that list that I just don’t have enough interest in writing. That said, things on my Will Write list do not inherently mean that I support or like it. 

Currently, the only fandoms listed that I will write for are Resident Evil Biohazard/Village/4 Remake, Sonic Live Action Movies, Sonic Creepypastas (.EXE, Rewrite, Sink), Blair Witch, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Saw (All Movies). This is because they are current hyperfixations for me and I am more capable of writing for them without issue.

I will allow up to three edits of less than 300 words before those incur a fee. If I interpreted your prompt wrong entirely, please let me know. If the confusion was on my part, no fee for a total rewrite will be incurred.

Please message me before filling out the form for a commission. I’d like to discuss particulars about certain topics and things and I’d like to approve the commission beforehand.

If given artistic freedom for a prompt, I will write how I naturally write the characters. I am willing to take direction for how you want characters to be written. I would prefer not to go against canon to the point of completely erasing a character’s identity. This does not count for certain kink scenarios (Bimbofication and other mind-altering things).

This is a kink-friendly account. I will not harass others over their fictional tastes and I do not support harassing anyone for any reason. I will write things that will make you uncomfortable. I will write things that are dead dove: do not eat. I will write a whole host of things and if that upsets you, please find someone else to commission. I am also willing to write kinks that are not mine! Please keep this in mind!

I predominantly write romance, smut, fluff, and angst, but can try my hand at other genres. 

I do not mind aging characters up for smut, and I will write any manner of ship type from m/f, m/m/, f/f, to polyamory. Please keep in mind that a fee will incur for more than 4 characters in a ship per every 1k words. If your ship includes 6 people then I will require at least 1,500 words minimum to write them. Smut for that many will be over 2,000 words easily.

For prompts, I will accept up to five words, two sentences, or a small paragraph of what you would like for me to write. Please try to be as concise as possible.

I will not start your commission until the upfront $15 for the first 500 words is paid. Once that is paid, I will begin and you will only be charged for the rest once the fic is completely finished and edited. I tend to add 100+ words to things in the editing process, as a heads-up. Payment can be made via PayPal, Venmo, and CashApp.

[inklore]

after a year and a handful of months of debating on if i should, or wanted to, do commissions (and with some convincing and hyping from friends) i've decided why the heck not!

so to everyone whose ever complimented me and hyped me up for my themes and graphics thank you and you're definitely another driving force in this decision.

making graphics is therapeutic to me and i take a lot of pride and joy in doing it, from seeing everyone loving the things i create. and i want to share that pride and joy even more, sooo if you've ever struggled with making a good theme, feel too lazy to make one, need a banner for a fic or masterlist, a header, or just need someone to help your graphic vision come together; i'm here to provide!

before you commission something, or just want some examples, please check out my past work and portfolio!

PORTFOLIO | PINTEREST | ART TAG | GIFS

PLEASE THOROUGHLY READ THROUGH THE RULES!!!!

✶ all payments will be made through kofi or fiverr depending on what you're commissioning. if you'd rather go through paypal that is also a valid option just message me.

when it comes to commissioning anything details matter!!! i need complete details of what you want to be created. i will not accept something like 'floral vibe' or 'something with browns'. that gives me nothing. i need a vision, i need as much information as possible, examples (but do not take them from other creators please i will decline your commission), you can take inspo or examples from my own themes, or go through my pin board. the more details the better. the greater i can make your vision come into view. this is important!!!

i will not use other peoples art. do not ask for it to be included in whatever project i am creating. everything i make is for personal use only.

you will get two redos for me to change something you don't like about the theme. a preview of the finished product will be sent your way and you can ask for something to be completely re-done, but after that no changes will be made.

please include your user or where you want me to send your graphics within your request.

there's not a time span in which you have to use the theme or graphic for, but a week would be complimentary.

you can commission as many times as you wish after i've finished the first one.

for my own personal reasons minors are not allowed to commission things.

we do not have to be mutuals, nor do you have to be following me to commission something.

you don't have to outwardly give me credit but please do not claim my creations as your own.

if you have any questions before commissioning something my messages are always open and there is never a dumb question. please feel free to ask!

✶ fandoms i will not accept commissions for: anime, supernatural, our flags mean death, good omens (because i am not in them nor have enough knowledge on how to make the vision really suit said fandoms).

a full theme includes: a navigation banner and a header.

when commissioning a theme there are a few things that need to be mentioned and answered, so please include them in your request!

what kind of navi banner do you want? (refer to my portfolio for this, or if you just want something simplistic, big, small, medium, extra, messy, chaotic, etc)

what vibe are you going for? (dark academia, greek myth, ocean, dainty, horror, etc)

colors? (a must ok i need to know, if you give me none then i'm going to do whatever and choose what i think looks best and that's also fine if you want me to have complete creative liberties)

whats your overall vision? (can be included in the vibes section but giving me more detail is better)

text. (what do you want included on it, words, titles, information, quotes, etc)

examples. (like i mentioned in the rules examples are encouraged but do not take them from other creators on here and i will not copy, or make them look like someone else's work)

what kind of header do you want? (a simple png that goes along with the navi colors and vibe, a whole other banner-esk graphic, none, etc)

✶ see the add ons section below if you want more things included in your theme.

now these add ons are only for themes. if you commission a header only, or gif, they will have their own add on options.

$1 - for dividers that match your theme in color and vibe (if you want symbol, graphic, or anything that's not color then the price goes up a dollar)

$1 - three+ icon options (want the perfect icon to fit your theme and don't want to do the searching yourself? i got you)

$2 - content warning + minor dni banners (i'll make theme specifically to match your theme, with your user, and whatever you want them to say or look like etc)

$3 - layout + navi formatting (aka i'll come up with a completely new layout format for your navigation post + your bio)

$4 - a gif header or a gif included within the navi graphic (this is the highest price because finding clips, extracting scenes into caps, making the gif, coloring it to match the theme, blending, etc, is a lot lol)

a header commission includes: only a header. it is not a theme, just a mobile header, or a header for a masterlist, or fic.

the information needed for this commission are as listed below.

what kind of header do you want? (aka what is it for. this is important because the look is dependent on this information)

colors, vibes, vision. (more detail the better)

text. (if you want text on it, what do you want it to say, so title, etc)

examples. (not needed but a plus)

gif commissions include: gifs for your fics or masterlists. not for themes or headers.

depending on how you want these little moving pictures to look you gotta give some details.

fandom, character, scenes. (don't just say 'any scene' unless you truly want me to choose whatever scene lmao)

how many? (the current cut off is six, if you want more then there's an add on)

coloring. (you can completely leave this up to me but if you want them to be a certain color then please let me know, i'll also check with you before making all of them to make sure you like the coloring)

text. (want them to say anything? a title? subtitles? dialogue from your fic? your username on them? etc)

add on: blends. (want two characters or actors from different angles, scenes, or fandoms in the same gif? i got you)

add on: textures. (if you want added details such as a texture on the gifs then this will be extra, but i need to know what kind of texture / details you want added)

fic commissions: are only done through fiverr or paypal. if you are interested in commissioning a fic or any kind of writing then please refer to my fiverr and inquire over there or message me on here. thank you!!

✶REMEMBER TO MESSAGE ME WITH ANY QUESTIONS YOU HAVE BEFORE COMMISSIONING, NO MATTER THE TIME OR SUBJECT, I ENCOURAGE IT!

contact info: on tumblr, or discord: toldbylaur.

where to commission: kofi or pm me!

[feeling-pushy]

Snowed In

Thank you to my anonymous commissioner for this commission! I had a great time writing this and this was a wonderful first commission!

~1k, fpreg, home birth, stuck at home, fluff, nsfw

Mika stood by the window of her cozy cabin home, one hand resting on her swollen belly. Her shoulder-length black hair fell around her face in gentle waves, and her eyes were fixed on the thick blanket of snow that covered the landscape. The world outside was a pristine, white expanse, the trees weighed down with fresh snow, and the sky a heavy, pale grey, much like her eyes. The storm had raged all night, and now, as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the snowfall showed no sign of letting up.

She took a deep breath, feeling as the tight cramp across her abdomen finally let go. Mika had been in labor since the previous night, and the contractions were growing more intense, this last one had almost lasted a minute and the time between them were narrowing quickly. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, trying to steady her breathing.

"Well, little one.’ she murmured softly, her breath fogging up the cold glass, ‘it looks like we're not going anywhere today. The snow's too thick, and it's still falling hard. We're just going to have to wait it out here."

Another contraction gripped her, and she winced, closing her eyes for a moment. "I know, I know.’ she half grunted, ‘You're eager to come out, aren't you? But just hang in there a bit longer. We'll manage, somehow."

She glanced around the cabin, taking in the warm, inviting interior. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft glow over the room. Everything was ready: the emergency birthing supplies were laid out, and the phone was within reach, though she knew the likelihood of anyone being able to get through the snowstorm was slim.

As the contraction hit it’s peek and squeezed down on her like a vice, Mika held onto the window frame, her knuckles turning white. She gritted her teeth, determined to stay calm and focused. "Almost there, baby. Almost there."

Two hours had passed, and Mika found herself in a different corner of the cabin, leaning over the back of the couch. Feeling the soft fabric of the upholstery under her fingers, felt oddly comforting, and she found squatting there the most bearable position as her contractions intensified. Each wave of pain was sharper, more insistent, lasting over a minute, with the intervals between them growing shorter and shorter.

She gripped the back of the couch tightly, her breathing labored. "We're getting closer, baby." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Just a little more, come on."

As another contraction hits her, Mika squatted down and rocked her hips, which she took a moment to appreciate how much they filled out during her pregnancy, her hips widening in preparation for the baby, even her breasts had grown a bit fuller. All this granted a softness to her now, that she couldn’t help but love.

Suddenly she gasps. Fluid splashes on the towels between her feet and doesn't stop dripping after. The realization hit her like a wave. "Oh, it's time." she panted, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her. "You're really coming now, aren't you?"

Even now, the urge to push began to bloom from between her legs. She adjusted her position slightly, widening her legs more, bracing herself against the couch. "Okay, baby." she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Let's do this. I'm ready. We're ready."

Mika's breaths came in ragged gasps as the primal urge to push took over her body. Bracing herself against the back of the couch, she bore down with each contraction, feeling the immense pressure build as her baby began to move down.

Between pushes, she stood briefly, shifting her feet to alleviate the strain on her legs, a temporary relief that helped her gather strength. But soon the next wave hit and Mika would squat back down, gripping the couch for support, pushing with all her might, and feeling the intense pressure as her baby moved lower. "Come on, baby. Come on." she panted, sweat dripping down her forehead.

As she bore down again, the pressure intensified. She felt a new stretching and burning as her baby's head began to press against her folds. She cried out, a mix of pain and exhilaration.

Mika's body trembled with effort as she bore down once more. Each push brought her baby closer, a small teardrop shape of the head beginning to emerge. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, and she fought to stay focused against the burning and the pressure.

With trembling fingers, she reached down, her heart pounding. She felt the small bit of her baby's head, the soft, downy hair under her fingertips. The sensation filled her with a renewed surge of energy. "I can feel you." she whispered, a mix of awe and determination in her voice. "You're so close, baby."

The next contraction hit, and Mika pushed harder than ever before. She felt the teardrop shape of the head growing, widening as her baby moved further down. The opening became about a quarter wide, the pressure intense but invigorating. Mika could feel her baby's head moving forward with each push, inch by inch.

She gripped the back of the couch, her knuckles white, and gave a heaving push. The opening widened further, and she could feel her baby's head pushing through. Soon that quarter shape turned into a full, rounded crown.

Mika cried out, the sensation was both excruciating and exhilarating, a mix of pain and joy that she could hardly describe. She could feel the top of her baby's head, stretching out her lips in that tight crown and it filled her with an indescribable joy. "Almost here.’ she gasped, her voice shaking and tears filling her eyes, ‘You're almost here."

Mika took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of strength she had left. The next contraction hit, and she heaved, legs trembling, feeling her baby's head emerge and not stopping until she birthed the head fully. Mika let out a sob of joy and exhaustion, she was so close.

Mika took a minute to gather herself, taking a few slow, steady breaths. Then, with renewed determination, she pushed again, feeling the shoulders begin to move. The effort was immense, but she could sense the end was near.

With one last, powerful push, Mika felt her baby's shoulders slip free, followed quickly by the rest of the tiny body. Instinctively she quickly reached down, catching the tiny body and lifting her newborn up to her chest.

Holding her baby for the first time, Mika felt a rush of love and wonder. The tiny, wriggling body was warm against her skin, the little face scrunched up in a cry. She cradled her baby close, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

" Hey, baby. Hi." she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "My beautiful baby, you're finally here."

In the warmth of their little cabin, amidst the falling snow outside, Mika held her newborn close. The pain, the effort, and the uncertainty melted away, leaving only the profound joy of a new beginning.

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HELP MOHAMMED AL MANASRA AND HIS FAMILY EVACUATE GAZA

#192 on the vetted fundraisers sheet

I have severely fucked up. I shared the misinformation Mohammed was a scammer when I had seen that his original gfm link had finished its goal and was no longer accepting donations, but the reality is worse.

Mohammed Al Manasra has lost his funds. His GFM was shut down and he lost the funds that could have evacuated him. Funds that are even more dire now because Mohammed has an injury to his leg that may need amputation if not treated. There is little medication in Gaza already and there is little anesthesia as well.

He has been re-verified, his new gfm is on the sheet.

$10,174 CAD/$50,000 CAD

If you send me a screenshot of your donation I'll give you art for it. If you're not a fan of my artstyle, or you want writing commissions, check out this directory of talented artists.

[rosalind-hawkins]

Fic Commissions Are OPEN!

I am only opening up THREE slots for now, I might do more in January/February if there's interest.

All commissions will be 1000-1500 words.

All commissions are $5 payable via ko-fi or PayPal

All commissions will be rated T or below. Nothing explicit.

Your commission can be as specific or as vague as you want. You can give me a ship + a one-word prompt, or ask for a sequel to an existing one-shot (both things I've done), or you can tell me that I need to write a Halloween party with Joey, Ryou, Duke, Mai, and Miho watching a horror movie together and getting utterly spooked. Whatever you want.

All commissions will be written on the more platonic side of things—this rule is in place to keep me from getting stuck, and to allow you to request any ship you want. If it's platonic, I will figure out a way to write literally anything.

As stated above, all Yugioh DM ships are accepted. Other fandoms I'll write for are Nanbaka, Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, And Fire Emblem Three Houses. I'm expecting only Yugioh comms though.

No incest or pedophilia.

If you have any questions not covered by these rules, please feel free to DM me or leave a comment.

Commission slots are closed!

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procrastinatingbookworm's pay-what-you-want commissions

one of my dear friends is having a bit of a never rains but it pours financial situation, so i'm opening pay-what-you-want fic commissions.

payment will be taken through ko-fi, send whatever amount you'd like to ko-fi.com/blightedjudas with your prompt (ship/canon/concept/kink/etc.) and a username (either tumblr or an ao3 account) by which to contact/gift/associate you, as well as any specific wants or do not wants.

i will write practically anything. except high school aus. go wild!

note that these commissions are pay what you want, and therefore also get what you get — returns will probably be proportional. $3 won't get you 1k, unless your prompt is really inspirational.

please do not mention commissions or payment in any comments on ao3 itself. it's against the terms of service and i'll have to delete your comment. for all intents and purposes, these fics will be "gifts". rules are rules!

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EMERGENCY COMMS OPEN NOW!

heyyy guys..so, funny story.

Turns out working two jobs isn't enough to pay for school, rent, utilities, and providing for three young siblings. Imagine my shock! Turns out the stars have aligned against my favor, because rent has been upped $300, and in paying for my own college classes and my younger siblings' needs- a good chunk of my earnings have been flushed down the drain. Whattt else is new, huh?

Want to see your faves oiled up and tied spread eagle? Want to read about your faves railing you cross-eyed/vice-versa? Do you want to read a specific dynamic/au with your characters? How about your favorite ships? Hell, even with you and the whole cast of your favorite show!

Character sheets? Fetish art? NSFW? SFW? Profile pics? Chbis? You and your SO? Sonas? Furries? Gifts?

ANYTHING and EVERYTHING drawn/written to your tastes!

(except like...loli/shotacon nsfw. I think thats about it I"m very desperate haha)

FICS:

+1.1k = USD 13

+1.9 = USD 16

+2.4 = USD 21

Prices are subject to change depending on the contents of your desires and the complexity of the actual product subject to my own experiences and previous writing efforts.

*Note: I scored in the 99th percentile in the English SATs in the US as a whole. I passed English 101/102 in HS with high remarks from my professor as well as a mythology course, + completed a poetry/literacy class in my first year of college with a B+. English is my second language.

excerpts from previous commissions:

ART(full body prices):

Detailed Sketches: USD 16

Line Art: USD 23

Full Render: USD 28

Note that my style is pretty versatile depending on the media you want me to emulate in your commission. I can do realism and most cartoon styles, but not all will be perfect replicas. I am vehemently against AI so my process will be guaranteed and documented. I am a perfectionist at heart, so references and detailed explanations of what you want are greatly appreciated.

will NOT draw/write: Loli/Shota con, raceplay, and I honestly think that's it. I will not judge anything, but if I am unfamiliar with a fandom/kink please explain it to me so the product will come out as close to your vision as possible. I am currently at work and will close at one of my jobs tonight, so it may be a second before I respond to any DMs unless you catch me on my break.

will draw and write for any fandom! Literally, any fandom as long as it's not like "my girlfriend was reincarnated as an intelligent infant baby!" or something. You guys know whats up.

likes and shares are appreciated!

Payment Methods: PAYPAL, CASHAPP, VENMO

To the beautiful people in my DMs and Ask Box: Your requests will come once the waters settle! SO So soo srry for leaving everyone hanging :(