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[anantaru]

✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ DEC 18TH — WARMING YOU UP

featuring: kaeya, venti, zhongli, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, kazuha, ayato x fem! reader

warnings: n.sfw, dacryphilia (venti), ૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა | event.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

you allowed yourself to lay back into the soft cushions of your bed.

you do not speak, but your breathing was fastened by the blissful wrap of kaeya's arms around your parted legs.

now right here and there, the sheer motion of his face lowered itself into you, the growing heat within your core sank down through your bones, covering the entirety of your nerves with the throb of your soft pussy yearning the touch of your lover.

"there?" from the start, he will tease you, always, tickling the desperation out of your now crumbling body as you mewled sensually, your eyes pulling daggers into his bronzed skin.

your fingers quickly got a hold of his long hair, fondling through the unruly strands to keep him as close to your most desired place as possible. "t-there."

"you're breathtaking when you're so open for me, you know that?"

with your eyes sliding close upon perceiving his warm breath on your tingling clit, you fell back to indulge, time stilling.

for some it might seem like nothingness, but the way kaeya handled your body couldn't be described in its totality.

easy, tender and without added pressure, as if you were to break under him any moment. His eyes were gentle too, the glow of love was visible on his dilated pupils, covering his blue eyes.

"let me take care of you beautiful, it's okay."

before anything, kaeya was gathering enough spit on his tongue, he prodded the wet muscle out to slick around the entirety of your spongy folds, smearing the filth on your pussy.

kaeya treasured your taste, the sweet scent and your hitching noises whenever he pranced his tongue deeper, buried himself past your labia to hit your clit, so close and maddening, you couldn't possibly hold back the desire to forcefully push him down your ache.

the unbearably sensual combination of his wet and skilled tongue had your brain laced in pure ecstasy, building your arousal with little to no control left on your body.

✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

at first, you barely felt the handiwork venti put you through, after all his fingers were simply stirring over your warm cunt, not doing much.

you could say it was a slight habit of his, he'd always prepare you before fucking you roughly into wherever he had split you open on.

you were aware that your boyfriend was in fact, a little piece of shit, who never knew when to stop annoying and teasing the living hell out of your being.

but even then, even when venti realized you were on the brink of crying from overstimulation, he wouldn't stop himself right away because you see, in a way that sinful expression was what he wanted to be gifted with in the first place.

"your reactions are so cute."

he murmurs into your ear, his voice was so kind and tender, but the menacing tendencies in them made you shake, the complete opposite of his pseudo sweetness was viewable when he used his fingers to relentlessly fuck in and out of your clenching hole.

it didn't surprise you on how skilled venti was with his slender digits, it's as if he had you figured out from the start, letting you grind into them.

how come you didn't even have to show him your favorite spots the first time he had you splayed under him?

this man had targeted them from the very start, fumbling himself deeper within you gooey walls while messily fumbling and touching you with his roughed up finger pads.

"v-venti please, i can't anymore."

his sight suddenly widened, the beginning of one tear, just one, would surely have more follow suit and he knew, he always did.

in a single motion, venti drew himself to you while kissing away the lonely warm tear that drooled down your cheek, gathering it on his lips before messily licking it up.

"come on now darling! i'm almost done and you're doing such a great job for me, i'm truly flattered!"

the brief stilling of his fingers wasn't held long as he adjusted his pace, digging himself to the hilt into your sobbing sensitivity and remembering to curve his digits up whenever he met your desired spot.

he slipped in and out in a chorus of rough strokes with your hips beginning to do circling motions into them, meeting his filthy touch while fluttering and twisting around his thin fingers.

his grin would never slip away, not when you're looking like this, fucked into delirium from nothing more than a mere of two digits.

✦ 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

zhongli muttered dirty nothings into your ears, things he wanted to do and experience with you and your person alone.

fuck, he needed you right now, his cock was desperately straining his pants and causing him to heavily pant out through his clenched up jaw.

"m-my control is fading." he's grunting, digging his hands into the disheveled sheets to regain some of that long lost control.

it was safe to say that his slacks were already ruined by your slick covering and drenching them in whole. You knew he wasn't done with you yet, not now, not ever, his stamina was out from this world.

but really, it was his fault and not yours!

no one forced him to slowly grind his hips and dry hump into you, rubbing his hard hidden member on top of your drenched swollen pussy.

"i-i need you, zhongli."

you responded weakly, with a husky voice as you propped your hips up to show him your messy pussy, stretching your legs farther apart as he carried on with rutting himself on you.

he was shamelessly grunting and groaning before he forced himself to speak to you, "my hunger for you will never be queried."

quivering in response he had you caged underneath and you were accepting it, maneuvering deeper, zhongli rubbed both his clothed member and the rough material on your drenched nerves, urging you to moan in bliss.

his fingers brushed beneath your chin to hold it up, motioning you to his hungry lips as he captured you in a languid kiss, feverishly pulling his tongue out to bury it into your wet mouth.

on this, you weren't struggling to imagine how the curve of his throbbing member would feel like, the pressure inside your core mounting, cry on cry.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

at a single push forward, you got caught in utter euphoria, sudden tension thrumming through your frame as kaveh dragged himself past you with your swollen flesh capturing him fully.

"f-fuck." his whines were music to your ears, how they were slightly higher than his normal voice, primally to his initial tone, he had now become a cursing little mess.

"h-how are you still so tight for me, hmm?"

how your boyfriend couldn't control himself was gathering your cheeks within a warm sensation.

his over the top dirty talk didn't help one bit, kaveh could overdo himself quite a bit in that aspect but you didn't mind, it was a compliment from how far gone your pussy could make him.

you, of course, couldn't blame him, kaveh prized how tight you were, how you twisted and throbbed on his shaft without a single care in this world. How your sloppy cunt was all the more messy with him stuffing you full.

his little darling surely knew how to drive him into despair, unbearable madness without a way out, not before he cummed at least and covered you in his bittersweet cum.

"fuck baby you're so tight, f-fuck, you want me dead."

and again, your body shook and squealed at his sudden smirk, his before slow hips skillfully working, pressuring additional pleasure into your core.

your spine was curved up now, grimly bending and arching at another punctuated rut from your boyfriend who had nothing else in mind than making you cum first, he had to.

you were so unbelievably ravishing tonight, his loins were on fire from nothing more than your crossed eyed face, chin covered in drool and spit with your cries turning louder each thrust.

the combination on your lower area of both piercing pleasure with faint pain laced around it was addicting, every fiber of your consciousness gathering itself into the depths of your skin before it dissolved into nothing more than total submission to your lover.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

tighnari's interest in you sharpened the moment he had seen you, so for him to have you in all your glory now, bare and beautiful, while bouncing up and down his cock, felt surreal.

was he really not dreaming right now?

truly, he thought he was imagining things, the moment passion took you over, this one time, not one of you was able to walk away, not when the tension flowing through you was as defeating as it, well, was.

"i-is this all you got?"

what a jerk, obviously he was his usual self, even while you fucked his brains out. Tighnari couldn't hold back his filthy tongue, not this time and probably not ever.

his hands were helping you rub yourself back and forth yet they haltered at last, sliding all the way up your bouncing breasts to grab them, catching them in his palms, suddenly squeezing the flesh with a squeal escaping you next.

"fuck, tighnari!"

you mewled at the rough fondling of his hands, arching your back while additionally applying more pressure on your already burning hips. "you're too rough."

it was gruesome, that's what it was, you were certain he was intentionally not helping you out much, he just had to have that last dwindling string of control you both eagerly grasped after.

"let me hear you, come on." he let his hands rub circles and spirals over your swollen nipples before forcefully pinching them in between his pads, catching you off guard.

you could only give him a lost embarrassing smile, his words made you all giddy with your head feeling heavy. All the greater was your work on him now, his slick covered cock was slipping out of you carelessly and the sharp pain from before was barely to be perceived at all.

well, well, you were still a panting mess from the fast tempo and it wouldn't take you long until you practically collapsed your body on top of his from over exhaustion.

before you knew it, you were already met by the thrill of his own authority when he pulled you down to sharply share a hard kiss. His lips were hungrily seeking yours, leaning into your softness with his mouth framed in an annoying smirk.

the result of it was now with tighnari thrusting up your heat, so unbelievably fast and messy, the pain in your legs was surely fleeting but now you could barely feel them if anything, almost as if they had turned numb from the sheer strength behind his sloppy cock.

all the cries and moans were filling the room that had a piercing scent of sex and pleasure, your whimpers were all the more thrilling and archons, tighnari would make sure to have you remember this night.

✦ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

cyno simply refused to keep his mouth shut while you were suckling on his cock all too well.

after all, he wanted, no, needed you to know on how good you made him feel and how thankful he was for your skilled tongue twisting around his shaft, grating perfectly over his impressive cock.

the blood in his groin was hardening and pulsating roughly throughout his entire length, his hands grew cold from the sensation of your mouth sucking blatant euphoria on the tender, thin skin.

if only you were aware he was fantasizing about this scenario all day while at work. He knew better than this but couldn't stop himself regardless, cyno groaned louder now, shuddering as you massaged his balls in your warm palm.

another swallow lifted off him when he lowered his head to watch you suck, rub your sweet lips up and down his swollen cock, the drool messily blurting over the entirety of his member, without leaving his balls uncovered.

as tired and low lidded as his eyes were, he still didn't once close them, the sight of you on your knees for him, it's certain you were going to feel it in your legs the next day.

he gathered the courage to drag you down further, making your mouth take him much deeper until you physically weren't able to proceed anymore.

"k-keep taking me like that."

his voice was beginning to be raspy now with the additional breaks of his words. You took a deep breath through your nose and gulped a little, flexing your throat while being stuffed full as you proceeded, this time faster.

"a-archons, you're amazing."

your mouth was assembling enough spit and cum together to have it as comfortable as possible for cyno, he craved it that way. As much as he denied said fact, the messier it got, the harder he'd cum in you.

you persisted to keep it going, as always, to get him over the edge and let him cover your face in his white milk you gravely yearned for this night.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

kazuha's breath was heavy on your collarbone with his teeth nibbling the dampened skin.

you could be such a brat sometimes and he knew, he always did. Yet despite his usual gentle nature, kazuha could be quite rough with you, more so when you obviously displayed traits of a sweet, little brat who didn't know any better.

did you do it on purpose? obviously. But who wouldn't do it if their boyfriend would react the exact same way as kazuha did.

he's barely touched you, at all, only gently nudging his upper leg over your sobbing folds as he watched you bubble with further excitement, that without you knowing, would never get satiated.

"hmm how interesting." his voice was always gentle, but this time it had something menacing to it, something that wasn't able to be looked into, his eyes were glowing with both desire and anticipation.

all the fondling had heightened your senses, had made you more sensitive and salivating at his growing reaction standing up while throbbing in his hand.

his next words were followed with a punctuated rut with his leg on your tingling walls, "hah- it seems like you're close, don't hide it from me now." the grin on his face made you gasp with your spine rolling upwards, your cunt slicking him all up without giving a damn.

it was sort of embarrassing to you, to be placed in a position like that.

the fact he hadn't touched you properly yet and you still were a wet swollen mess, smearing him full and aching at every little pleasure he'd inflict on you.

he had you in such a sensitive state now, both your body and mind, it was as if he had taken over the authority in your entirety, letting you bear the weight of his punctuated ways to make you scream.

continuing to grate his leg into you, sometimes harder sometimes with only a small amount of added pressure to switch it up, your gasps had only gotten louder and entailed.

"i might make you cum if you're nicer to me next time."

✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

ayato could never deny the fact that eating you out relaxed his muscles and spirit, it's a required daily thing for him to do whenever he saw you.

as luck would have it, he was especially skilled with his sloppy muscle, making sure to gather enough spit on it to plaster it on your folds first, proceeding down to meet your gushing hole.

planting an additional kiss on your heat made you roll your eyes back greatly, the sense of worship each kiss had was mesmerizing.

because, yes, ayato worshipped you, his wonderful darling, your pussy was so fucking hot and ravishing, he wanted to bury it in his cum and claim you in so many more ways imaginable.

the back and forth of both tender suckles and rougher licks on you developed a tightened grip on your stomach with your muscles crying out, it was intimate and surreal, how much you missed him was insane.

ayato was slowly stroking a hand down from your chest to your navel before gathering his thumb over your clit to press right past the flesh of your pussy to hit the spot particularly well.

with your next squeals of his boldness, his eyes met yours in a thrill of hunger, "i'm not done with you yet." a sweet grin laced on his swollen lips as he drew himself back in, working both his tongue and thumb in sync.

his hair strands would fall into his face to hide his intoxicating features with your hands quickly catching them to smoother them back.

you settled on the soft sheets underneath with your eyes pointed to the ceiling until falling close at last, crying out at his electrifying way of savoring your being.

maybe it was due to the fact that the both of you rarely saw each other, but whenever you got intimate with it would turn better the more you had been apart from each other.

the hunger in his antics was immediately to be recognized, so dearly when ayato began to hump the mattress under him with his hands keeping you tightly to his head, groaning breathlessly.

smearing your slick over his cheeks, his warm breath wasn't anything but cooling, the growing mewls he pulled out of your throat had him moan into your pussy, over and over, his tongue now swiping alone your hole to swallow the huge amount of liquids that had sank down from you.

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[cherri-balms]

♡﹕𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓! — PROLOGUE

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A/N﹕YAY I FINALLY FINISHED THE PROLOGUE FOR MY FIRST SERIES!

This is the first full fledged fanfic I have written in a long time, I hope anyone who finds this finds it enjoyable, I had a fun time writing this prologue chapter and I currently have around a 10-12 chapter vision for this series as it stands, but if this proves to be something you guys like I will be happy to extend the series! I do plan to create a tag list, if you would like to be added shoot me a DM and I will add you to the list! As always any replies will be made through our main acc @caravan-mad!

This prologue pretty much gives most if not all the information about the reader aside from important plot details. I wanted the reader's demon form and time period to be as ambiguous as possible and limit the use of Y/N, the reader in this story has allegories to butterflies.

Not all chapters will have warnings nor does this one, however the full fic will contain dark content and will be under the dead dove do not eat tag.

Some content will include but are not limited to: Unhealthy relationship dynamics, N.SFW, Unrequited love, Yandere themes, Dubcon, and pretty much any tag youd find listed in Hazbin Hotel tbh

𝐄 × 𝐌/𝐅 × 𝟐.𝟔𝐤 × 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐀𝐎𝟑

♡﹕Bored at work performing repetitive choreography and pleasing faceless demons, you find yourself reminiscing on life, death, and limbo.

♫ envy baby ~ ♫

“Lights clear? Sounds clear?” 

“We’ve been fucking over this Steven! We’ll know it’s clear when they finally stop tuning our shit-” 

“Anne chill, we still have six minutes till airing. Don’t waste all your energy on the roadie.” 

“That crowd doesn’t seem to be getting any quieter does it…” The little imp’s observations were now only being met by eyerolls and silent treatment by the two drummer girls as the completed instruments silenced in countdown. 

Lights crew above, sounds crew from behind, and effects team surround. The way every single backstage member of your cast would run and scurry around you to get their various tasks done always made you think of little mice, rats even, so worked up making sure everything was in perfect position before those curtains had a chance to stop separating you, from them.

It was cute enough to make you laugh as though you were still a highschool girl.

“Broadcasting live in 60 seconds!” Dark blue scene lighting begins to fade your entire surrounding to a pitch black, and among doing so freezes your little mice into statues all around. Only the tiniest crack in the fabric ahead illuminated the space with a sharp vertical line down the curves of the figure that stands as the adorning center piece of this particular attraction. Roaring bass brings about a quake to the stage beneath your feet, queuing time for you to give your puppies a treat.

“Awwwe~ Did we leave you waiting long?” The volume of pure passionate devotion always rang to your ears louder than any electrical speaker could achieve. 

The wave of the new future adorned in electrical inventions was something you’ve always been prepared to face; why even in the faint blur of the overworld it was all the grown ups could ever yap enough of! No, that wasn’t where that bitter taste came from.

In the full truth of things, you just never knew you’d stick around long enough to bear full witness to its infection of mankind.

Oh come on. Who are we kidding right now?

“Hi. I wanna people save, all right? ”

You’ve never been more liberated.

“You’re in m-my way!!”

Your eyes have but a second to adjust to the flood of bright neon before life hits play once again. The choreography you, and and the other 4 devils fanned out beside you have programmed into your bodies for the past months flow across the stage with ease. among the camera men you can make out the mass of waving pen lights stirred ablaze after the long anticipation, oh how you love they always use the color dearest to your heart…

“The tightrope falls, broken by others”

Once you felt the rushing high of the stage the first time around tolerance for it subsided immediately after. You’ve seen the looks on those poor saps down in the front row, each one hyper fixated on every movement you make wishing they could be you, or be up here with you.

And of course, you all flash them bright smiles, longing gazes and praise them with verses of purity more fitting for the angelic souls looming up above. Customer service is the utmost desired, as they say!

“What a lady, she’s gonna jump

towards the light and shatter humiliatingly”

Actually, can you even remember when your first performance was? How old were you even? All of this came from a cheap shot of gaining a few quick pennies back in the day. Landing yourself a handsome and rich husband with the filth you wore on your back was the first childhood dream you found dead on arrival, but what you were cursed in status you were blessed with the cuteness that made kittens hiss in envy. To say you had “the voice of a goddess” would mayhaps be a bit too presumptuous, but who were you to refute the compliment when it came your way?

Well, maybe trying to parse through finding the day your career debuted or took off was a fool's errand, but the moment it ended certainly still remains as a burned film stuck to your mind. You stopped caring about the “Oh woes me~ what did I do to deserve this~” a long time ago. Still, the punishment you received in death far exceeded what you ever did to earn in your eyes, more so than your sentencing of eternal damnation.

“High and without care I’m lonely, lonely”

Right on que, as always every time you reach exactly 32 seconds into your first song the intrusive memory flashes the same images of the past over your current reality it almost feels as if you were stuck suffering that fate again each time.

You wish there was more to say on the matter of your demise, but there’s only a brief two second window between staring down some heckling loud mouth making a scene in the crowd and a bomb beneath the stage going off before your soul is falling down under the earth’s crust as a blazing comet onto the asphalt below.

And two days before your 21st birthday too are you serious?! UN-Fucking believable!

“From their idle words, the clown becomes a prisoner”

The only thing you wanted to do was scream in the immense burning agony you were suffering until the whole world knew the kind of pain you were in, but each time you cried not even a croak could get past your scorched throat

Even after the blazes subsided and your charred cocoon was all that was left behind, the inferno decided your vocal chords were going to be its payment.

…. That was it?

This was your payout…

And after all that work…

“It’s the same love as always, no way I’d have regrets”

Surreal didn’t even begin to describe what became of the following weeks, months, you haven’t a clue. The construct of night and day seemed to mean jack in the bizzare wonderland of maddness holding you, only so much telling what shade of putrid red in the sky was darker than the same shade of fucking red from two hours ago! What a productive way to spend your newfound endless time!

Every aspect of this place made you absolutely sick, enough so to have you still praying you just were drugged and having the worst trip of your fucking life, but the horror in maddness is the consistency that lies between the lines. You’re certain that damned illuminated “WELCOME TO HELL!” sign and the stranger you befriended in the mirror was that line that made you finally cave.

“Hey, it's a amazing.”

Honestly, you couldn’t say what specifically led you into the epiphany you had, all of a sudden one day you heard a sudden snapping sound in your conscience, and like that everything made sense to you. Why your life was snuffed before you could emerge from your cocoon, why your makers deemed this your new home, and why that bomb taking your life just wasn’t enough to deem your afterlife a hell.

There was a certain liberation that came with hell that you were never going to get being the glowing little diamond you were in human society, through terrorism, cannibalism and bloodshed one thing would remain a constant throughout devil society. No one would ever give a damn about anything.

Hell became your fucking playground by the time your first extermination came around, and keeping on the move while broke as shit was a cakewalk this time around, but your first encounter with an overlord after catching your foot in the grave in the casino humbled your inflating ego. Chaos for society did not necessarily mean chaos without hierarchy, and going without a voice to call your own put you at an extreme disadvantage.

“LA-LA-LA!”

The crescendo of the opener is right around the corner, for the leading front and center of your group your vocals and choreography had primarily remained reserved for backup. The primary color of lights among the crowd made the obvious clear with who the majority of these demons were here to see, your manager was aware of this more than anyone else.

Your fans tended to be aware of this for a majority of your shows, your parts in particular tended to stand out even as mere background vocals.

“I’m ready for this this lover baby! 

My garden of love is in danger from a drawing hand. 

Truly, this this lover’s crazy! 

In the garden of harm, the bud of a human is a lie-ai-a!”

Sinners rejoice once the solo everyone was edging towards drops with the bass of the loudspeakers and the flares of the strobes above. The pitches your vocals were now capable of hitting and the frequency you were able to synthesize between notes wasn’t just inhuman, it was impossible for any singer whose notes carried on oxygen.

Your manager always made it a note in the writing room or when creating your setlists that overfeeding wolves with delicious treats would dull the taste over time, your solo singles often did well enough to prove this didn’t need to always be the case, but whenever it came to the business decisions you always put your full trust in him. Where you are standing right now is more than enough proof in your eyes that he knew exactly where and when to move his pawns, and in doing so he turned you into a valiant queen.

“Ah! I love you and even things about you I probably shouldn’t love 

I love you too much, on a count of one and two 

Lie-lie loving you, such words 

and doing such things, you’re in m-my way!”

Survival was of the least of your concerns after so much time had passed, but survival was all you could find yourself able to do in your forced retirement. Where you yearn for character in sound you were able to temporarily find when turning to radio, but living vicariously only quenches so much before greed starts cozying up within.

Plausible excuses for your laziness were wearing thinner by the day, even the last sane smolder of human morality trying to keep itself sparked wanted nothing more than to argue you weren’t supposed to be living to the fullest in hell, but the mute silence in your throat was beginning to phase your memory of the voice your inner conscience called its own too, and you'd sooner go mad trying than wither away again a fucking waste.

“Here comes the love maniac who never misses,

Stack up all the whining,

Fall in a high-fi love lie-ai-a!”

Overlords were still beings that had you nauseous upon first glance, your first meeting of one of these overlords had you vowing to never end up in the claws of one again, should you find yourself in a deal you can’t unbind yourself out of. Pride stuck thick to the roof of your mouth and there was nothing more you wanted to do than stick to your morals and prove use on your own, but reality had pelted you with stones throughout your entire afterlife.

You were going to need to write out a loan before you’d find yourself with any ounce of power to call your own, not like you didn’t have options for whom to choose! Even so, you needed to keep a steady head and an even sharper nose. In your ponderance you'd come to realize there was only really one option for you to go to this whole time. Maybe that gambling kitty taught you a valuable lesson on staking bets in the long run.

“Copy their acting and keep the truth hidden

Stacking three and lonely, lonely 

You’re surely a clown, a prisoner”

A bet on the future was what you were going to stake it all on.

“Copy their acting and keep the truth hidden

Stacking three and lonely, lonely 

You’re surely a clown, a prisoner”

Everything about how the world operated changed so rapidly from the days walking in the sunlight to your eternal party in the redlight, the wave of the future had finally hit with the promise for a solution to everyones problems. There couldn’t have been any better timing, if technology was going to be the way of the future, who's to say you couldn’t prove what was achievable? Like that, you had your sales pitch. The hardest part on your end was complete.

“Hey, it's a amazing.

LA-LA-LA!”

“So you were a singer in life and lost your voice in death, and just what the fuck made you think I was the man to go to for this?” Those were the magic words you were waiting for, with his composure shaken it wasn’t long before he was the one asking the questions and allowing the ball to move into your court. Your fingers dance on the illuminated tablet laying on the table once again before you flip it over toward his direction.

~Have your inventions not made it to that level of advancement yet?

Hook, line, and sinker. You had a hunch a passive aggressive challenge toward the ego would be what ultimately won you over with any overlord you chose, but the speed in which he stood from his desk and held out his hand, it felt almost too easy.

“If it’s a new voice you wish to invest in, consider your stocks opened, Monarch!” Finally…

“I’m ready for this this lover baby! 

My garden of love is in danger from a drawing hand.”

“Now for what you have to offer me,” You don’t care. “I hope you weren’t planning on extorting me out of a generous gift and then making the big bucks with it, hm?” These overlords just love to hear themselves go on.

“Truly, this this lover’s crazy! 

In the garden of harm, the bud of a human is a lie-ai-a!”

“I suppose I could just issue a royalty for your voice, after all you wouldn’t be making a sound without my tech. Lucky for you, I’ve been having fleeting thoughts of entering the music industry. So why not invest in each other instead~”

“Ah I love you and even things about you I probably shouldn’t love 

I love you too much, on a count of one and two”

Being owned by an overlord in the end wasn’t so bad, or maybe this is the fated “stockholm syndrome” everyone seems to be crying about these days. Either way, the biggest price you had to pay in the end was just having someone else do all the “business” part in show business.

Naive maybe, but rosey eyed you weren't. For all that he’s done you still fail to see how your end of the deal has in any way repaid what’s given, which can only lead to one thing down the line. You were going to have to give him your everything.

… Yet, how could you find yourself ungrateful to someone who fulfilled your afterlife dream and still continued to provide for you?

“Lie-lie loving you, such words and even such things, they’re in m-my way!”

The audience went absolutely ballistic at the final group pose signifying the end of your opening set, some of the really hardcore fans in the front row you swore passed out the second eye contact was made.

Yet when you turn your chin upward to the VIP section after performing your tricks so well, all you’re met with is a turned back and a schmoozed up producer instead of a tasty bone.

“Thank each and every one of you for coming to see us tonight!!” No, you only wanted him to come out to see you.

Only you.

Hey, Vox?

Can you just turn your stupid flat head this way?

[discountwives]

i wanna commission self insert n/sfw so bad but how do you even approach the artists are you like 'bust out your tablet i need to see me/my self insert getting railed' 😭😭😭 /lh /lh

its easy for me bc i have no ounce of shame so i say drop your dignity at the door when youre looking to comm anyone for n\\sfw /LH /J

my go to template is: "hi there! i was hoping to commission you for a 2 chara nsfw piece, but i was wondering if youd feel comfortable drawing self insert/sona art, no worries if not!" or something along those lines. if im really nervous i write the message in my notes first then copy and paste it, then run away JAJSJ

OR

you can do what my friends do: ask if theyd draw your oc and [chara] ! ik its kinda awkward even if its worded like that bc its still asking for nsf//w but i think it takes away some of the embarrassment?

personally, i feel like theres less pressure or awkwardness when you send an inquiry via email bc it feels more professional, it takes away from the 'closeness' of dms imo!

while im embarrassed and still run for cover after sending a message, i also know theres nothing to really lose? i think the worst someone can say is no - i havent been turned down for any sship comm (sfw or ns//fw) i guess my whole thing is, i know im receiving a product and in return they get Money so in the least condensending way ofc! it feels like im helping them out while also Live Love and Laughing., living my truth.

,,,my experience is v different from my friends bc i have no shame in sending my real face and such for refs bc i like my comms to show my features in the piece and sometimes picrews and my own art just dont cut it sometimes; i rly enjoy seeing how ppl interpret me / my s/i into their art style!

[goddamnitdazai]

Little Promises {S&S} | Chuuya

Part of the Salt & Sugar Series | N.SFW | 5K words [9:30] Chuu <3: I’m going to be a little late baby. Order that bottle of wine for us? Rarely did a date start off without one of those texts from Chuuya. He made reservations in the ‘earlier’ (according to mafia time) hours of the night to avoid a situation like this. In what he called the ‘perfect sweet spot’ between him getting off normal work hours and before having to deal with anything that would come up later in the evening as most of the real mafia business did. Lately, more attacks have been occurring directly against the Port Mafia rather than an assault against Yokohama. Nothing that the Black Lizard couldn't handle but Chuuya wasn’t one to sit out of a good fight. He’d gone with Hirotsu to go handle..something, someone most likely, but assured you he’d be finished in time for dinner.

Five or ten minutes wasn’t a big deal. Annoying, yes. But you knew what you signed up for. Being with Chuuya made the irritation worthwhile. Just his smile was enough to erode any negative feelings weighing on you from the day. Sighing quietly you order a bottle of his favorite wine and watch the stars twinkle through the glass. The restaurant itself was gorgeous. Brand new on the eightieth floor with a deck spread out around the entire outside. Chuuya was able to get a table in a heartbeat. The best one in the restaurant. Secluded right next to an expansive window showcasing Yokohama’s glittering amber skyline. Your reflection stares back at you in the window, restless fingers tapping on the newly filled glass of wine. Waiting. [9:45] Chuu <3: On my way back to the office, Boss needs something. Wait for me at the bar? We can sit outside instead. For a man who couldn’t hold that much liquor the wine Chuuya liked was strong. Your head was already buzzing even with the bits of spicy edamame you’d popped in your mouth as a distraction. Your posture deflates further when you read the text flashing on your screen. Deep scarlet liquid sloshes in the glass before passing through your lips to etch a burning pathway down your throat. The dress Chuuya had bought you fit perfectly against your curves. Silk. Red--his color.  A sign you were his. The diamond choker he bought for your birthday suddenly feels too tight around your neck. You hated eating alone. [10:15] Chuu <3: Shit, I’m sorry baby Boss needs me to go take care of something. I’m really sorry, I’ll try to make it quick. Half the bottle churns with a sickly heat in the base of your belly. His chair was still empty. You whip your phone from it’s idled place on the table and tap out a response. [10:17] Chuuya? It’s been over an hour. Where are you? [10:45] You’re not coming are you? [10:50] I charged a bottle of wine to your card. I’m going home. Your shoes land somewhere in your apartment with a loud thump. Keys are next missing the wooden end table meant for them and your purse. Fuck, you were slightly more drunk than you realized. Overpowering vehemention towards the man supposed to be treating you to a nice dinner was the only reason you hadn’t stumbled out of the cab. If you had any type of superhuman strength your heels would have stomped four inch holes into the pavement. Your hand clumsily fumbles for the light switch as you make your way into your apartment muttering curses on Chuuya’s name the entire walk from your door to the kitchen. Compared to Chuuya’s two story penthouse your place was small but cozy. More decorated and homey-- Chuuya liked that about it, he said. Most of his walls were barren except a few pieces of expensive art he purchased on a whim. Chuuya preferred sleeping here over going home when he was out working late and you were already beneath the covers. Coming home to his lover was a treat sweeter than wine according to him. Your shoulders slump. It had been a few weeks since Chuuya had taken you on an actual date. Executives didn’t exactly have frequent pockets of unoccupied time. Leisure was more of a luxury to Chuuya than the most expensive wine in his collection. But, at least in the past few months, he’d been trying to spend more time with you the way a normal couple would. However his promises were falling shorter than you anticipated and at a much higher frequency than expected. There was nothing normal about your situation.. but god damn having a nice dinner with your boyfriend maybe once a month didn’t sound unreasonable. You drag your hand down your face and trudge to the fridge flinging the door open unceremoniously. There wasn’t much in here other than the few healthy snacks Chuuya left.  Your diet mainly consisted of take out or to-go meals from the convenient store down the street. Chuuya hated it and usually preferred places that offered healthy meals, but the man rarely got home before ten at night and was exhausted the moment he crossed the threshold. Hence the dinner date. Your frown deepens. At some point you’d grabbed a water bottle but you weren’t even in the mood to open it. The fridge shuts with a harsh echoing click as you spin on your heel and head towards your bedroom. Between steps your bra ends up on the standing lamp and the matching panties get lost in the shadows. It took an hour to pick out that lingerie. Chuuya tore everything in his haste unless it was something he wanted to see you in more than once--he would have loved that little set. “Fucking asshole.” You snap to the empty bedroom, falling face first into the mess of pillows and blankets. It smelled like him. Unintentionally you inhale deeply cherishing the familiar scent of his shampoo and cologne mingling together. His lingering warmth contrasted the cold emptiness of the bedroom for a few moments bringing a comforting elation, and then the realization that you were in fact without him knocked you right back down. Chuuya was a workaholic. You knew that from the beginning. Working parallel with him exposed his dedication within the first week. A tiny bit of you (that was beginning to grow larger) had begun to truly resent Chuuya’s workaholic tendencies. The Port Mafia was important to him, you got that, but..weren’t you important too? You flip on your side to stop your head from spinning in rapid circles. The wine wasn’t sitting well on an empty stomach but at this point you were too tired and upset to get up and eat. Nothing sounded good anyway. Chuuya’s shirt you often slept in felt like a weight in your hand. “Fucker.” You hiss, throwing it onto the small chair in the corner of your bedroom. Fine. If you weren’t important enough to have fucking dinner with then you wouldn’t bother texting him again. This was pathetic. You try to focus on the wobbling lights of the city through your bedroom window. Gold and neon flecks blur like water droplets against a deep navy sky. A heavy melancholic silence fills up the apartment. Between the wine sloshing in your stomach and the pounding of your head sleep would most likely evade you tonight. Welled up vexation had suddenly melted to pure sorrow, choking you quietly as you lay curled up in the blankets. Finally, little sobs part your lips bringing a few tears in tow. This was stupid, it was just dinner. Chuuya didn’t do it on purpose but why the hell did it feel like a knife twisting in your heart? “Fucker..” you repeat, squeezing your eyes shut forcefully. You’d deal with it tomorrow. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ At some point you’d passed out holding Chuuya’s pillow tightly in your arms. Unfortunately the thing to awaken you wasn’t the gentle kiss of sunrise or your lover’s tight embrace. The wine you’d downed had resurrected with a vengeance that had you sprinting to the bathroom. From the darkness still drenching the apartment morning hadn’t come quite yet. Your stomach heaves all the contents in a burning violent wrench that barely makes it into the toilet bowl. There’d be bruises from how hard your knees hit the tile but at least it caught all the mess. “Sh-shit..ow.” You mutter, spitting the rest out before wiping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper. “______?” Chuuya’s voice resonates from the living room. “_____? I’m really sorry. Baby...I’ll make it up to you..” Chuuya speaks softly, almost deflated. His voice hits you like a ton of bricks. A miniscule burst of energy helps you stand with aid from the sink at your side. The sudden rush of blood sends your head sloshing in a circle again nearly pushing you back down to the floor. With a deep inhale you force yourself to stand straight again and splash water on your face before looking up at the mirror. Make-up, it had smeared all down your cheeks and beneath your eyes from crying and rubbing against the pillow. You groan at your appearance and grab the mouth wash. Chuuya’s ears perk. “Baby? You okay?” His footsteps are light and quick until they reach the bathroom. “Baby! Are you alright!?” He’s at your side in an instant wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you to face him. “Don’t---” You press your hand to your forehead, “dizzy. Wine.” You mumble leaning back against the sink. Chuuya’s expression changes from worry to soft concern melded with guilt. His hands steady you with a gentle grip, coaxing you forward with unnecessary slowness (though it was appreciated by your stomach and head). All the crying had caused your eyes to swell enough that the details of the apartment, especially in the dark, were hard to see. If Chuuya hadn’t been guiding you back to your bedroom there’s a good chance you would have ended up face first on the floor. “____…” the guilt in his voice just made you feel worse. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, gentle ungloved fingers reaching for a tissue from the box on your night stand. Your vision was, at the least, bleary but the striking sunset tendrils framing his face stood out beautifully against the low light coming from the bathroom. “Hold on..” Chuuya murmurs, rising to his feet in quick steps. You sit in silence sniffling a bit and trying to keep the bile in your throat. Your eyes flutter shut to keep the light out. The blankets beneath you had bunched uncomfortably at the edge of the bed leaving you lopsided from sitting in the center of the mattress. Any attempt to shift could send whatever was left in your stomach flying, so you wait. Something creaks. Floorboards, then the mattress. Chuuya’s touches are two steps above gentle. Whatever it is, it’s cold. Something soft and cold in his hand over your eyes. It takes a few seconds for it to register. He’s cleaning the smudged make up off your face. Acts like this were the reason it was so hard to stay mad at the man. His gestures were sweet and honest. Showing you love in the only ways he really knew how to. Physical touch, gifts and sweet words after being gone for too long or bailing last minute. Your throat clenches as your fingers grip the loose sheets by your thighs. “Baby, I’m sorry.” Chuuya says it again. Your teeth cinch the inside of your lip. “You promised.” Chuuya’s shoulders sag but his hands keep working the smudged mascara off your face. His other hand nimbly massages the back of your neck finding the pressure point to relieve your headache. “I know.” What else could he say? “I don’t have a different excuse. Boss needed me. It was important. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. We can have dinner tomorrow or another night. I swear.” Chuuya tries to coax your eyes open with a soft rub of his thumb on your cheekbone. He knew all your spots and that’s what made it hurt the most. “But you promised.” You repeat, almost childlike in the inflection of your voice, but your eyes open. Immediately you’re mesmerized by the expression change on his features. Chuuya, when overcome with too much, tended to drop his head in defeat allowing his bangs to hide him from the shame he felt. Your fingers on his chin keep him from succeeding. “It’s…” you swallow the dry lump in your throat, “I need to be as important too. I’m not asking you to drop whatever Boss has you do when I want attention and I know you’re going to have to leave sometimes when shit comes up unexpectedly... but fuck...you need to give me something.  Anything.” You set your hand timidly on his. “Unless the fucking world is collapsing...I need a promise I know you’re going to keep, Chuuya.” His eyes widen a bit, soft blue glimmering and reflecting bits of your distorted face in their tides. Chuuya stays silent for a moment but moves closer on the bed shifting you carefully until you’re on his lap, legs draped over either side of his thighs. His arms come around your waist (where they belong) to pull your torso flush with his. The hum of his ability tickles your skin as he leans himself back until his head hits the pillow. “Give me a little time to come up with something?” He finally breaks the silence. Hope diminishes and the swelling in your chest grows into a thick knot. “Okay.” You reply against his neck. There wasn’t a chance in hell Chuuya didn’t catch the desolation in your tone, but he says nothing. His fingers begin to detangle your messy hair in feather-soft strokes. Chuuya tended to melt into you without trying. Curl up around you keeping you comfortable enough to fall asleep in any environment. This position draws your face to the crook of his neck magnetically. A place molded to fit your head perfectly. Often, it was the only place that properly hid you from your thoughts and exhaustion when the world became too much at once. You inhale; his skin pebbles. He always smelled like sea salt and vanilla. He swears he puts cologne on but after working so much his natural scent clings to his skin and it’s much more intoxicating. His left hand slithers up and down your back drawing nonsensical patterns in your skin. Down your shoulder to the valley both blades create, following your spine lazily, methodically.  His dexterous fingers spread open to reach the skin that encases your rib cage touching light enough it’s almost a tease. Chuuya’s gestures come from the depths of his emotions that so often tumble beneath the surface. Trained in the art of persuasion and deception he’s better at hiding what he’s thinking than he lets on. It’s all a matter of if he cares enough to do so or not. You tangle your legs together with his, thankful you’d forgone wearing anything to bed. Summer heat tended to creep into your bedroom despite the air conditioning, and the man beside you could melt chocolate with his touch. With Chuuya's skin constantly overheating (Arahabaki in the shadows) it was surprising his layers didn’t bother him. On cold winter mornings it was magnificent against your chilled face. In the summer he’d laze about in only his underwear with the air conditioning blowing, keeping you just cold enough to need the warmth from his skin. (He claims it’s not on purpose but you like to think it is).  Heat had begun to spread the moment he pressed you up against him and held you like you’d disappear if he loosened his grip. Right now the little crook beneath his ear that curved down his neck forming a broad muscular shoulder happened to be the perfect temperature to soothe your headache. Chuuya cuddles you closer when he notices the tension dissipating. His head turns slightly to rest against your forehead, the soft ghost of his breath trails over the shell of your ear each time he exhales.  Whatever alcohol remained in your system had slowly begun to recede with Chuuya’s presence. Falling asleep rather than passing out cold seemed to aid in the depletion of your headache, and truthfully, being with him cured every part of you. Scientifically correct or not--it always worked even when you were pissed at him. Chuuya’s chest softly begins to vibrate as your eyes flutter shut. A gentle tempo that remains tranquil but familiar.. Chuuya’s humming finally settles the ball of nerves tied up in your stomach. The last remaining irritation of the night quietly begins to melt away at the edges leaving your heart frayed and tender. Pure exhaustion was overpowering your will to stay awake and wait for Chuuya’s answer. Against your own command your eyelids droop and soak your environment in black. ++++++++++++++ Fuck that wine. From the moment you peeled your eyes open it felt like someone nestled their way into your skull to continuously pound it with a ball peen hammer. Your legs twist in the sheets as you try to get comfortable again and turn away from the sunlight sneaking through the window. Your arm smacks against the mattress, it felt strikingly cold. “Chuuya?”. The only response you receive is a small rustling from outside the bedroom door. A soft hum. Music? Something. You flop onto your back and force your eyes open. Thankfully the dizziness subsided permanently, unfortunately it’s counterpart (a killer migraine) still throbbed to the point that you were halfway convinced your eyeballs were physically pounding. “Chuu?” You call again, twisting on the bed until your bare feet hit the hardwood.  Chuuya’s shirt fits comfortably over your head. Instinctively you inhale sharply holding the collar close to your nose before it settles and the smell of eggs draws you out of the bedroom. Normally you’d walk out completely naked but you felt beyond shitty. Lazily you tug up a pair of sweatpants and meander out into the kitchen in search of your boyfriend. Chuuya turns over a shoulder and gives you a soft smile. His back muscles were getting bigger, or perhaps the way he was holding the pan made them bulge. Regardless he looked damn good cooking you breakfast in a tight shirt bathed in morning light. “Good morning baby. Hungry?” Your stomach growls loud enough to echo down the street. Chuuya laughs and sets two plates down at your small table. Omurice, toast, and a few strips of bacon he’d picked up from some fancy market in Tokyo the last time he went. “Good. You need the protein after throwing everything up last night.” Chuuya pads over to you arms immediately wrapping around your waist snuggling you close against his bare chest. “I’m sorry baby.” He says for at least the fifth time. Two soft kisses to your forehead, one on your nose and a final on your lips. You slump against him letting your arms remain limp at your sides. “I figured out what I can do for you though. What you deserve.” “Oh?” Your arms find themselves around his waist, fingers spreading out to feel the rigid muscles in his lower back flex beneath your touch. Chuuya nods forehead now resting against yours. Sunlight funnels through the window scattering amber over the floor. Cresting Chuuya’s right side and across to the middle of his throat bathing him in light. The man truly emulated warmth and fuck he was more gorgeous than the sunrise itself. “Breakfast together. Every morning. Some days I’ll cook for you. Some days we’ll go out before work, and some days…” Chuuya begins to trail soft kisses down the side of your throat. Catching your breath suddenly becomes much harder with his mouth tasting your skin, “we’ll have breakfast in bed. I’ll eat you...and then we can eat together.” He chuckles darkly, waiting for the words to unfold in your head. “How can I turn that offer down?” Your fingers glide up the back of his neck carding through his hair. Chuuya sighs into your touch but continues the lazy, deliberately gentle line of kisses over the curve of your shoulder then backwards until he reaches your collarbone. “My place---” you gasp sharply, Chuuya loved to bite that spot on your neck, “or yours?”. Chuuya hums in thought hands now trailing down your curves around to the swell of your ass. “Whoever gets off work last goes to the other’s place. So, probably here a lot.” Chuuya squeezes, low growls emitting from his throat when you jolt into him. “Means you gotta actually buy food for me to cook.” You rise up on your toes moving closer and away from his grip on your ass. You couldn’t give in easy just yet, where was the fun in that? “Mmmm..but what if I like starting off the day with your cock?” You muse, teasingly dragging the sharp edges of your nails down his shoulder blades. Even through his shirt Chuuya’s shoulders were overly sensitive. Another set of animalistic growls erupts from him. He squeezes harder and nips at the center of your throat. “Guess I’ll have to give you what you want then, won’t I?” He smirks crookedly. You yelp when his hands dip between your thighs splitting them open to lift you up and onto the counter. “But first,” he murmurs, thumbs digging circles against your inner thighs, “I get my breakfast.” Chuuya leans into you, hips slotted between your trembling thighs so he can kiss you until you’re dizzy. Your hands wind up back in his hair holding him close. You inhale him greedily, savoring the taste of him in your mouth. Your sweatpants join Chuuya’s shirt on the floor in a puddle of fabric. The heat from his body sweeps you up into the clouds. You weren’t sure if it was the hangover, the speed in which Chuuya had you spread open on the kitchen counter or a combination of them both but your head was already fogged. Chuuya’s breath along your thigh keeps you lucid enough to feel every movement he makes. The tickle of his hair on your leg, the gentle prodding of his thumb spreading open your wet lip and the oh so lewd sweep of his tongue up your pussy. “Fuck!” You gasp, hair tugging roughly at the bundle of red hair between your fingers. Chuuya’s chuckle vibrates up your core. His tongue expertly flattens against your pussy, long strokes beginning at your entrance ensuring to taste every inch of your folds all the way up to your clit. The edge of his tongue flicks over the swelling bud once or twice before descending through your lips again. Chuuya moans into you, muttering praises of your taste between licks and prods of his tongue deep inside you. “Ch-Chuu!” The knot in your stomach was near ready to snap. “Do it baby. Right on my fucking tongue.” Chuuya commands, looking up at you from between your legs momentarily before returning to his work. Chuuya’s two fingers hold your pussy open for his tongue to explore. Dipping in and out, traveling up to tease and suck on your clit until stars burst behind your eyes and you’re moaning incoherently. Chuuya doesn’t waste a drop. “So good..” his praises are saturated with lust, “fuck you taste so good.” Arousal smears across his cheeks and lips as he cleans the mess between your legs. Gentle licks and motions, just enough to begin overstimulation to carry over into what would come next. You curl over him trying not to fall off the counter. Chuuya gets to his feet, hands remaining on your shoulders to give you leverage as he discards his sweatpants revealing his fat hard cock red and dripping pre-cum. You lick your lips and reach for him, pumping it a few times in an off-beat rhythm. “Already fucked out baby?” He taunts playfully, lips still glistening with your cum. You pout at him and jerk him forward by the hair. Chuuya laughs, using the motion to line his cock up with your weeping entrance. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” Your hips jerk forward when the head rubs up against your clit. “Chuuya!” You huff, switching tactics. His eyes widen to saucers moan loud and deep enough it rattles in your chest. Your fingers tweak and tug at his pebbled nipples egging him on to submit. Or piss him off. Regardless, the outcome would be the same. “Do you want it that bad? Just one touch..” you mimic his teasing tone. Chuuya’s eyes narrow, chest still puffed out towards your hands. “I always want you.” He replies, punctuating the last word with a jerk of his hips. Your head lolls back in surprise, the burn of his cock stretching you out to the hilt makes your toes curl. “Ohfuck!” You choke on air; Chuuya is quick to grip your hips and bite down on your throat. His pace is relentless. Needy. Sticky, hot and slick. You keep one arm wrapped around his neck the other slanted back on the counter for balance. Chuuya buries his face in the crook of your neck as he fucks your hard and deep. Your knees end up by his ribs allowing you to cross your ankles behind him. The angle change makes Chuuya moan deep against your skin. Somehow, his speed picks up sending you bouncing up and down on his cock. Every stroke inside you hits that sweet bundle of nerves that keeps you moaning his praises. “Fuck--” he grits his teeth and slides one hand down to hold you up by your ass lifting you off the counter. He grunts again, moving in just a few steps into the center of the kitchen. Chuuya drops to his knees with the aid of his ability and places you on your back, hips following the natural path of gravity to push his cock deeper inside you. “Fuck..there..” he murmurs, shifting his hands to your thighs pressing them back until your knees reach your shoulders. “Just like that baby..fuck you’re so god damn beautiful..” His eyes glisten, gemstone blue clouded in the haze of arousal and pleasure. This position was so lewd and fuck it turned you on knowing Chuuya was watching you like this. Vulnerable and split open by his throbbing cock. Chuuya tilts his chin down mesmerized by the view of his cock pistoning in and out of your wet pussy. Cum and slick squirting against him with every harsh thrust forward. Your back arcs off the floor; the head of his cock relentlessly slams into your g spot until you’re cumming again. “G-goodgirl!” Chuuya sputters out, pounding into you three more times before he’s spilling inside of you gasping your name in a sultry, silky voice only you get to hear. Chuuya rolls his hips a few more times in rhythmless sputters before collapsing (gently) on top of you. Sweat matting his bangs left and right, skin a rosy pink and body taut. You wrap a shaky arm around his back, eyes fluttering closed. “Mm..you doin’ okay?” He asks, pushing himself up with one elbow to look at you. “Yeah…fuck..” you couldn’t even think straight let alone articulate just how good you were feeling now. Chuuya smiles--the rest of the world doesn’t compare to the brightness of it, you think. “You’re forgiven.” You finally say, long exhale following. Chuuya beams and kisses your nose. “I am sorry baby. And I promise we’re going to eat breakfast together every morning.” Chuuya rolls to his side bringing you with him. Your leg ends up thrown over his hip and his arm pulls you flush to his chest. “I love you ______. I love you so fuckin’ much.” Chuuya drops kisses along your cheek as he speaks. “I love you too, Chuu.”

[quartermera]

Hi! If you could take a few minutes of your time to go over my guidelines before requesting, it would be highly appreciated! ^^

General Information

I write both reader insert headcanons and scenarios for One Piece. My default reader is gender and race neutral. Do keep in mind that I’m white and use she/they pronouns, and that will probably be at least a little bit noticeable in my writing no matter what.

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Romantic and non-romantic interactions

AUs

Polyamory

LGBTQ+ relationships

Fluff, smut and slight angst (it needs to have a happy ending, I’m a softie)

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Angst

Abuse of any kind. That includes yandere, sexual, mental or physical abuse and non-con/dub-con.

A/B/O

Several kinks like: daddy/mommy kink, body fluids or feet. These are just off the top of my head. If you want to request something kinky and aren’t sure if I’d accept it, just ask first, I promise I won’t bite or judge :p

NSFW content for Merfolk, Fishfolk and Minks

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Ships

Crossovers

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[lovelornings-archived]

things a new rp partner should know about me !

fun new meme here ! write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp and not to other interests.

tagged by: @carnivorarium​ ( Thank you friend ! !! ) tagging: @horrorhavened​, @abxsslights​, @lachrymosestorm​ and @subserviiient​ !

    I.     Patience is a must with me because I’m...very very slow. I’m talking like, I’ve quite frequently taken months to get back to some things because I’m a perfectionist and I’m never happy with anything I write. I think that’s why I tend to fall into the bad trap of sticking to threads I know exactly what I’m doing with and ignore some ones I should really be doing because I like things done in order.....so it’s not you. It’s me. ( I also have a tendency to blog hop a bit, but I always come back to Ayano eventually!!! )

      II.    Wanna know something funny? I’m terrible at writing romance. Like....god, if I’m not happy with anything I write/draw on a regular basis it’s double so for romance. I know that’s a real piece of irony given that Ayano is a yandere but....it’s true! I feel embarrassed about most everything I write unless I really know the other mun, and I know the relationship between the characters very well. ( Nah, I’m not talking about anything n.sfw either, just regular hand holding and lovey dovey talk). I’m always trying, though ! I try to rely on understanding Ayano’s feelings more than about the writing itself, however.

     III.   I’m not afraid of facing controversial or touchy topics in my writing - as long as they are done with the proper research and respect ! If you’ve read through my rules, you know I’m not one to ignore ‘problematic’ topics just because they’re uncomfortable. It’s good for them to be uncomfortable too!! Don’t think I don’t get squicked out myself when I tackle stuff like Ayano using the panty shot currency or about some of the stuff she ends up doing to herself in her poor mental state. If I put it there, it’s not because I enjoy it - but because I find it important to the character !

     IV.   This is a biggie here - talk to me if you have an issue with me!! I know we’re all socially awkward people, generally speaking, but communication is very important-! While there are some people that will get angry and aggressive when you confront them about things; I am not one of those people!! As long as you treat me with respect, you can expect the same in return - and even if we don’t end up coming to an agreement, I’ll never guilt you / harass you for coming forward! So don’t be afraid. I’m not scary, promise. 

     V.  Idk if you can tell by this post or not but!!! I’m !! Very!!! Excitable!! So I tend to get carried away talking about things in messages where you’ll wake up to like 5 of them at once with me crying over headcanons or something?? Yeah I have no idea how to properly formulate this fact but just know that I’m a very passionate and energetic person 

[milffish]

hello everyone! 

i’m hansel, but some of you know me as heidi which is fine! i’m an 18 year old non binary/bisexual artist and budding writer who has unfortunately not been able to secure a job post school, and am in need of funds to support myself in a tumultuous home environment. i have made a post about this, found here, but want to keep this fairly short and sweet, as going into the details is quite a longwinded and upsetting thing, and i’d prefer to keep this light hearted.

i am offering commissions to support myself. my paypal doesn’t allow for transactions unless i am directly purchasing something online due to an error that the paypal support have no idea how to fix (which is why i usually use it for pure online purchases such as my data/phone bill/etc.) so if anyone prefers to grab my banking details i can supply. regardless, either option is perfectly fine! 

if anyone would like to see more examples of my work, i am more than happy to supply. these are just my most recent pieces.

i can draw mild ns.fw, furries, mlp ocs, all that stuff. i’m not going to list what i will not draw --- we should all know the moral standards. one example is any form of n.sfw/even sfw ship art involving minors (and/or minors and an adult), re.ylo, stuff like that. yuck.

my currency is aud/australian dollar. my paypal is heidihodges2000@gmail.com or paypal.me/sadghoul, and once again, my bank details are available on request. 

thank you so much for reading!

[kristanni-20x6]

Open for commissions!

- I can do fanart, OCs and the like. However, I can’t do anything that super complex (ie. Transformers) or anything hyper realistic (mainly of people, though still life could be okay). Examples can be found on my DA and tumblr

- I can also do SFW and N.SFW. Please do ask me about fetishes. Most fetishes do not bother me but ask anyways so then we can negotiate about it (unless the fetish really turns me off). Either way, fetish pics must remain private

- For backgrounds, there’s a no/simple background option (left picture) and a complex background option (right picture) Simple backgrounds can range from a simple wall and floor setting, patterns with geometric shapes, gradients, etc. and complex background includes any outside settings (including fields), inside of a cafe, a school, and any other related backgrounds. If you’re unsure if the background you want is simple or complex, go ahead and ask me.

- For extra characters, two extra characters are allowed in a piece. However, this may or may not change in the future

- Lineart with two or more different colors constitutes as multicolored lines and adds 2 dollars to the total price of the pic. This does not apply to lineart with a single color other than black/dark brown/dark gray.

- Be sure to provide references to make the process easier!

- You must pay me first before I start on your commission. However, if I run into some sort of issue with your commission, we can talk about giving you a partial or full refund. I’ll try to keep you in the loop of things and update you.   Also if I suspect that payment will not be given (ie. asking for a request) or if you’re flat out trying to scam me, I refuse to take your idea. I do not take requests under any reason. This is a business I’m doing and I can’t make profit if I don’t have money. I don’t mind if other people do requests but I’m sadly not one of those people.

- I will ask you for your full birthdate to verify that you’re over 18 if you’d like to purchase a N.SFW commission. If I find out that you’re underage, you will not be able to purchase one until your 18th birthday.  

- Prices are in US dollars and I only accept Paypal. My paypal is kristanni20x6@comcast.net

- When in doubt about if I’m able to do a commission, feel free to ask me. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

Want to help me out financially but don’t have enough for a commission, buy me a coffee at ko-fi! Link to my ko-fi is here.

The comcast email is still active for paypal payments. However, if you want to contact me via email, please contact me at kristanni20x6@gmail.com.

[patroklides-archive]

n.sfw meme (accepting but slow)

"i... i want you. i want to feel you..." | from dimitri

DEDUE IS NOT A FOOL; he has known, since they were young, of dimitri’s feelings for him, inappropriate as they were. he had not missed the tender, longing looks, nor the way his pale cheeks had flushed pink at the gentlest touch, though he had, for his liege’s sake, feigned unawareness. yet despite his best efforts, his restraint had quelled neither idle gossip nor salacious rumor … and after their five long years apart, he has found himself caring less and less about what the people of faerghus thought of him.

         the press of a hand to a cheek. a stolen kiss in a dark hallway. a smaller frame slipping into bed beside him, tucked against snuggly against his chest. all familiar by now — but this ? this is entirely uncharted territory for them, even after all these months reunited, and the heat in the other man’s voice is enough to make his blood burn.

         “  dimitri…  ”  the name is soft on his lips, meant for no ears but theirs. [ he still isn’t quite accustomed to it, but the smile dimitri gives him each time never ceases to make warmth bloom in his chest. ] one hand tightens against the other man’s waist, thumb trailing small circles over the warm, bare skin beneath; the other hand is pressed gently against a soft cheek cheek, where the other man peppers kisses against a scarred, callused palm.  “  if you’re sure. but please, tell me if i do something you do not enjoy.  ”

          the fear of hurting him is, perhaps, somewhat misplaced; he knows better than most the strength and resilience of the man beneath him. yet that knowledge seems at odds with the sight of him now, flushed and wanting, vulnerable in a way dedue has never seen him before. [ it’a almost shameful, how fiercely the sight effects him, when they’ve scarcely done more than kiss. ]

         “  lay back.  ”  gentle hands urge him back against the pillows before pulling the other man’s legs over his shoulders, a kiss pressed to the inside of a scarred thigh. he wants to lavish affection to every inch of skin, every stray scar, every piece of him — but they’ll have time for that later, after all. for now …

         thick fingers trail down between his legs, gentle as they seek their goal.  “  i’ll go slowly. please try to relax.  ”

@hamartio​

[thekingofsadness]

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST.  DON’T REBLOG.

tagged by:  @avianflame tagging:  @perfumednightingale, @dontdropthatdun, @liubeiofshu, @king--ofsorrows, @nobleconsort, and whoever else wants to

what’s your otp for your muse?

Definitely Liu Shan x Xingcai. The potential chemistry they have, professional and platonic and romantic, is very exciting for me. I like to think they are a couple that will explore each other as their relationship progresses, along the way revealing facets about themselves that they have never shown before. Which basically means in my case that I can make them do almost anything and it can be believable. For me writing a fanfic for those two, that helps a lot.

what are you willing to rp when it comes to shipping?

Pretty much ANYTHING! I like all sorts of ships, platonic, romantic, sexual, fobidden, hateful, acquaintainships, political, WHATEVER springs to mind. And even then, these relationships with other muses aren’t always set in stone. Liu Shan changes ever so slightly in my mind as I write him and as a result he can switch moods with the same person. Heck, I’ve done it in a thread before! 

So yeah, long story short I’m cool with whatever

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I don’t personally mind different age gaps in fiction (I mean, it’s fiction) but I limit any romantic/sexual relationships to be within a 10 year gap. It’s not 10 years because of my preference but more like I feel Liu Shan wouldn’t be interested in someone who’s too old or too young. Romance with

are you selective when shipping?

I am completely unselective when it comes to shipping with very few exceptions, that being ships that I find abusive. Sure I play along with some of the more ‘popular’ non-canon interpretations of Liu Shan like how he’s some secret BDSM masochist but those are usually as jokes. Don’t get me wrong I don’t want to discourage writing about abuse as I think it needs more exposure and I certainly do hint at it sometimes but if I do it, there’s usually some moral/story point to it. Abuse for the hell of it? No thanks.

Outside of that, I really am not selective. Each muse has some potential chemistry with my muse and it all just boils down to “do I think Liu Shan will take this relationship one step further?” and the answer really does vary.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered n.sfw?

You whip the genitals out and do the helicopter, that’s pretty much NSFW, that’s what I say. No but seriously, though my previous statement is MY opinion on what NSFW is, I understand a lot of people in this fandom think it is something far milder than that so I usually put the Read more when the clothing is about to come off or the more ‘inappropriate’ thoughts begin to arise.

who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Well it seems I am famously known for my ships with @perfumednightingale and @nobleconsort. Yueliang and Zhen Huan—from the two blogs mentioned respectively—are as different as can be, fire and ice, sweet and bitter. And yet Liu Shan has some rather sexual relationships with both these women (thank god not at the same time that’d be terrifying) and after reading my first threads with these two, ironically they both start out the same way: Liu Shan revealing his true self and his true intentions to these two women whom he connects to for reasons he has yet to understand.

I personally will always be a fan of the interactions with @professor-goodwitch and the ever-awesome Bacon with @cutthroathero/ @zhuge-kongming/ whatever they’re doing now. Those two helped me settle into this RP fandom and I always treasure the silly, crazy situations they have with each other. Liu Shan will always care for them, albeit in the way a roommate cares that their other roommates don’t trash the house while he’s gone.

I should also talk about the more mellow ships, the ones that may not get much attention and that goes to @oath-of-three-arrows, @heavenssoaringwings and @severemarquis for kinda but not really putting up with Liu Shan. Whether it be as friends or as enemies or as acquaintainces, they all have a special relationship with Liu Shan that will probably never change or grow into more than what it is but that’s still alright in my books.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

HELL no! You can just make a thread and suddenly Liu Shan’s, like, in love with you and I’ll be cool with it. Just, uh...if you’re gonna try and manipulate my character’s point of view at least keep it believably how I write him.

how often do you like to ship?

Every now and again, I’m not picky but I also don’t really feel the need to seek it out nowadays. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll ALWAYS be waiting for another Xingcai to whisk me (read: Liu Shan) off my feet with their strong yet feminine arms but until that time comes, I’ll just sit and wait.

are you multiship?

Don’t get me wrong, I have threads with Yueliang and Zhen Huan and I love them to pieces but they are technically non-canon. Out of the canon characters in DW, I cannot imagine Liu Shan falling for anyone else other than Xingcai. I’m multiship when it comes to crossover muses or muses outside of the canon but inside the DW canon itself, Liu Shan x Xingcai will be my OTP fo sho

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Honestly, Liu Shan x Xingcai is the only ship I’m ship obsessed with. For every other fandom I’m in, I’m pretty OK with whatever ship’s popular and I’m pretty OK with whatever fanart or fanfics there are—however little they may be for some fandoms. But Liu Shan x Xingcai? Oh GOD you can’t believe the amount of times I ended up squealing because SOMEONE ELSE OTHER THAN ME posted stuff about those two. Doesn’t even have to be romantic or anything, just SOMETHING about those two.

It doesn’t help that a lot of fanfics in the Dynasty Warriors section usually make Liu Shan a scapegoat by villainising him to legitimise Xingcai’s romantic relationship with someone else in their fic. Like, I’d be fine if it’s one of those one-sided things and he lets her go but forcing her to marry and later RAPE her is not only COMPLETELY out of character but it sucks for fans of his character like me. It also reduces the likelihood of other fics about the two because other people may be scared. Hence why I’m writing one currently. If no one else will make the content, I guess I’ll have to do it.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Read above. Lol, but outside of those two, I kinda like the Qiaos and their respective husbands, it’s very cute. Recently, I’ve liked this very specific relationship between Liu Bei and Sun Shangxiang that they loved each other but it kinda mellows out to this strained but trusting relationship. Also, it helps if Sun Shangxiang stays in Shu to adopt the role as Liu Shan’s mother so I have another reason to explain why Liu Shan is attracted to dominant women. (Not that he won’t become the dominant one in the bed room, wink wink)

finally, how does one ship with you?

Do you exist? Do you not want to kill Liu Shan at first sight? Do you not mind my random silliness and my character’s tendency to become dark at the most random of times? Then you’ve got all you need to ship with me XD

[kristanni-20x6]

CHRISTMAS/NEW YEARS SALE. IN EFFECT UNTIL 1/5!

Take a closer look here: https://kristanni20x6.deviantart.com/art/Kristanni-s-Commissions-Updated-678999739

- I can do fanart, OCs and the like. However, I can’t do anything that super complex (ie. Transformers) or anything hyper realistic (mainly of people, though still life could be okay). Examples can be found on my DA and tumblr

- I can also do SFW and N.SFW. Please do ask me about fetishes. Most fetishes do not bother me but ask anyways so then we can negotiate about it (unless the fetish really turns me off)

- For backgrounds, there’s a no/simple background option (left picture) and a complex background option (right picture) Simple backgrounds can range from a simple wall and floor setting, patterns with geometric shapes, gradients, etc. and complex background includes any outside settings (including fields), inside of a cafe, a school, and any other related backgrounds. If you’re unsure if the background you want is simple or complex, go ahead and ask me.

- In my previous commission sheet, I offered that characters can be drawn in a watercolor format. This option is no longer available. Reason being is that my strengths with watercolors lie more in backgrounds such as outdoor settings (as seen with the picture with the giraffes) rather than with characters and I don’t want to offer a subpar product.

- For extra characters, two extra characters are allowed in a piece. However, this may or may not change in the future

- Lineart with two or more different colors constitutes as multicolored lines and adds 2 dollars to the total price of the pic. This does not apply to lineart with a single color other than black/dark brown/dark gray.

- You must pay me first before I start on your commission. However, if I run into some sort of issue with your commission, we can talk about giving you a partial or full refund. I’ll try to keep you in the loop of things and update you

- I will ask you for your full birthdate to verify that you’re over 18 if you’d like to purchase a N.SFW commission. If I find out that you’re underage, you will not be able to purchase one until your 18th birthday.  

- Prices are in US dollars and I only accept Paypal. My paypal is kristanni20x6 @ comcast . net (without the spaces of course)

- When in doubt about if I’m able to do a commission, feel free to ask me. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

-Be sure to have spare money to cover for the Paypal fee. This will be stated when I give you your price.

Want to purchase other items from me? My store is here: https://kristanni-geek-store.tumblr.com/

Want to help me out financially but don’t have enough for a commission, buy me a coffee at ko-fi! Link to my ko-fi is here.

The comcast email is still active for paypal payments. However, if you want to contact me via email, please contact me at kristanni20x6 @ gmail . com.

[kristanni-20x6]

I’m holding commissions!

- I can do fanart, OCs and the like. However, I can’t do anything that super complex (ie. Transformers) or anything hyper realistic (mainly of people, though still life could be okay). Examples can be found on my DA and tumblr

- I can also do SFW and N.SFW. Please do ask me about fetishes. Most fetishes do not bother me but ask anyways so then we can negotiate about it (unless the fetish really turns me off)

- For backgrounds, there’s a no/simple background option (left picture) and a complex background option (right picture) Simple backgrounds can range from a simple wall and floor setting, patterns with geometric shapes, gradients, etc. and complex background includes any outside settings (including fields), inside of a cafe, a school, and any other related backgrounds. If you’re unsure if the background you want is simple or complex, go ahead and ask me.

- In my previous commission sheet, I offered that characters can be drawn in a watercolor format. This option is no longer available. Reason being is that my strengths with watercolors lie more in backgrounds such as outdoor settings (as seen with the picture with the giraffes) rather than with characters and I don’t want to offer a subpar product.

- For extra characters, two extra characters are allowed in a piece. However, this may or may not change in the future

- Lineart with two or more different colors constitutes as multicolored lines and adds 2 dollars to the total price of the pic. This does not apply to lineart with a single color other than black/dark brown/dark gray.

- You must pay me first before I start on your commission. However, if I run into some sort of issue with your commission, we can talk about giving you a partial or full refund. I’ll try to keep you in the loop of things and update you

- I will ask you for your full birthdate to verify that you’re over 18 if you’d like to purchase a N.SFW commission. If I find out that you’re underage, you will not be able to purchase one until your 18th birthday.  

- Prices are in US dollars and I only accept Paypal. My paypal is kristanni20x6 @ comcast . net (without the spaces of course)

- When in doubt about if I’m able to do a commission, feel free to ask me. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

-Be sure to have spare money to cover for the Paypal fee. This will be stated when I give you your price.

Want to purchase other items from me? My store is here: https://kristanni-geek-store.tumblr.com/

Want to help me out financially but don’t have enough for a commission, buy me a coffee at ko-fi! Link to my ko-fi is here.

The comcast email is still active for paypal payments. However, if you want to contact me via email, please contact me at kristanni20x6 @ gmail . com.

[kristanni-20x6]

CHRISTMAS/NEW YEARS SALE. LAST CHANCE TO GET A DISCOUNT UNTIL IT EXPIRES TOMORROW

- I can do fanart, OCs and the like. However, I can’t do anything that super complex (ie. Transformers) or anything hyper realistic (mainly of people, though still life could be okay). Examples can be found on my DA and tumblr

- I can also do SFW and N.SFW. Please do ask me about fetishes. Most fetishes do not bother me but ask anyways so then we can negotiate about it (unless the fetish really turns me off)

- For backgrounds, there’s a no/simple background option (left picture) and a complex background option (right picture) Simple backgrounds can range from a simple wall and floor setting, patterns with geometric shapes, gradients, etc. and complex background includes any outside settings (including fields), inside of a cafe, a school, and any other related backgrounds. If you’re unsure if the background you want is simple or complex, go ahead and ask me.

- In my previous commission sheet, I offered that characters can be drawn in a watercolor format. This option is no longer available. Reason being is that my strengths with watercolors lie more in backgrounds such as outdoor settings (as seen with the picture with the giraffes) rather than with characters and I don’t want to offer a subpar product.

- For extra characters, two extra characters are allowed in a piece. However, this may or may not change in the future

- Lineart with two or more different colors constitutes as multicolored lines and adds 2 dollars to the total price of the pic. This does not apply to lineart with a single color other than black/dark brown/dark gray.

- You must pay me first before I start on your commission. However, if I run into some sort of issue with your commission, we can talk about giving you a partial or full refund. I’ll try to keep you in the loop of things and update you

- I will ask you for your full birthdate to verify that you’re over 18 if you’d like to purchase a N.SFW commission. If I find out that you’re underage, you will not be able to purchase one until your 18th birthday.  

- Prices are in US dollars and I only accept Paypal. My paypal is kristanni20x6 @ comcast . net (without the spaces of course)

- When in doubt about if I’m able to do a commission, feel free to ask me. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

-Be sure to have spare money to cover for the Paypal fee. This will be stated when I give you your price.

Want to purchase other items from me? My store is here: https://kristanni-geek-store.tumblr.com/

Want to help me out financially but don’t have enough for a commission, buy me a coffee at ko-fi! Link to my ko-fi is here.

The comcast email is still active for paypal payments. However, if you want to contact me via email, please contact me at kristanni20x6 @ gmail . com.

[kristanni-20x6]

Bringing my commission sheet up again since I need to pay off some credit card bills.

- I can do fanart, OCs and the like. However, I can’t do anything that super complex (ie. Transformers) or anything hyper realistic (mainly of people, though still life could be okay). Examples can be found on my DA and tumblr

- I can also do SFW and N.SFW. Please do ask me about fetishes. Most fetishes do not bother me but ask anyways so then we can negotiate about it (unless the fetish really turns me off)

- For backgrounds, there’s a no/simple background option (left picture) and a complex background option (right picture) Simple backgrounds can range from a simple wall and floor setting, patterns with geometric shapes, gradients, etc. and complex background includes any outside settings (including fields), inside of a cafe, a school, and any other related backgrounds. If you’re unsure if the background you want is simple or complex, go ahead and ask me.

- In my previous commission sheet, I offered that characters can be drawn in a watercolor format. This option is no longer available. Reason being is that my strengths with watercolors lie more in backgrounds such as outdoor settings (as seen with the picture with the giraffes) rather than with characters and I don’t want to offer a subpar product.

- For extra characters, two extra characters are allowed in a piece. However, this may or may not change in the future

- Lineart with two or more different colors constitutes as multicolored lines and adds 2 dollars to the total price of the pic. This does not apply to lineart with a single color other than black/dark brown/dark gray.

- You must pay me first before I start on your commission. However, if I run into some sort of issue with your commission, we can talk about giving you a partial or full refund. I’ll try to keep you in the loop of things and update you

- I will ask you for your full birthdate to verify that you’re over 18 if you’d like to purchase a N.SFW commission. If I find out that you’re underage, you will not be able to purchase one until your 18th birthday.  

- Prices are in US dollars and I only accept Paypal. My paypal is kristanni20x6 @ comcast . net (without the spaces of course)

- When in doubt about if I’m able to do a commission, feel free to ask me. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

-Be sure to have spare money to cover for the Paypal fee. This will be stated when I give you your price.

Want to help me out financially but don’t have enough for a commission, buy me a coffee at ko-fi! Link to my ko-fi is here.

The comcast email is still active for paypal payments. However, if you want to contact me via email, please contact me at kristanni20x6 @ gmail . com.

[kristanni-20x6]

EDIT: Had to raise the price a bit since my parents took away some money and I have to make up for that lost money.

- I can do fanart, OCs and the like. However, I can’t do anything that super complex (ie. Transformers) or anything hyper realistic (mainly of people, though still life could be okay). Examples can be found on my DA and tumblr

- I can also do SFW and N.SFW. Please do ask me about fetishes. Most fetishes do not bother me but ask anyways so then we can negotiate about it (unless the fetish really turns me off)

- For backgrounds, there’s a no/simple background option (left picture) and a complex background option (right picture) Simple backgrounds can range from a simple wall and floor setting, patterns with geometric shapes, gradients, etc. and complex background includes any outside settings (including fields), inside of a cafe, a school, and any other related backgrounds. If you’re unsure if the background you want is simple or complex, go ahead and ask me.

- In my previous commission sheet, I offered that characters can be drawn in a watercolor format. This option is no longer available. Reason being is that my strengths with watercolors lie more in backgrounds such as outdoor settings (as seen with the picture with the giraffes) rather than with characters and I don’t want to offer a subpar product.

- For extra characters, two extra characters are allowed in a piece. However, this may or may not change in the future

- Lineart with two or more different colors constitutes as multicolored lines and adds 2 dollars to the total price of the pic. This does not apply to lineart with a single color other than black/dark brown/dark gray.

- You must pay me first before I start on your commission. However, if I run into some sort of issue with your commission, we can talk about giving you a partial or full refund. I’ll try to keep you in the loop of things and update you

- I will ask you for your full birthdate to verify that you’re over 18 if you’d like to purchase a N.SFW commission. If I find out that you’re underage, you will not be able to purchase one until your 18th birthday.  

- Prices are in US dollars and I only accept Paypal. My paypal is kristanni20x6 @ comcast . net (without the spaces of course)

- When in doubt about if I’m able to do a commission, feel free to ask me. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

-Be sure to have spare money to cover for the Paypal fee. This will be stated when I give you your price.

Want to help me out financially but don’t have enough for a commission, buy me a coffee at ko-fi! Link to my ko-fi is here.