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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Hey Guys!

I’ve decided to open writing commissions for the more detailed fics, bigger projects, and anything that takes a little extra time and love to put together.

I adore writing for you all - seriously, it’s my favourite thing, but the longer, more complex pieces take a lot of hours, energy, and creative fuel. So I figured… why not try out commissions? If you want something custom, something personal, something spicy or emotional or absolutely unhinged, you can now get it made just for you.

Payments will be through PayPal and will be USD (I do live in New Zealand but I know I have a lot of American followers)

Super simple, super easy, super helpful for my broke ass.

If you're interested, just scroll down to check out what I offer and how to order!

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

Base price: $20 for 3,500–4,000 words Need more words? Every extra 500 words adds +$5 to the total

3500+ words

canon x reader | canon x oc | canon x self insert | canon x canon

smut | fluff | angst | hurt/comfort | dark romance

delivered via google docs

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

Price: $15 for 3 chapters, $20 4-6 chapters, $30 7-10 chapters

3 to 10 chapters

each chapter will be a minimum of 2000 words

canon x oc | canon x self insert | canon x canon

delivered via google docs

this can either be given once the entire thing is done or bit by bit

I take 3 at a time.

status: OPEN - 1 SLOT

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Prices: $8 — 250 -500 words $12 — 500 - 1,000 words $15 — 1,000 - 1,500 words $20 — 1,500 - 2,000 words +$5 for every extra 500 words after 2,000

this is where you can request a letter written to you by any character you wish. I’ll write you a custom letter in any tone you want:

comfort, angst, fluff, smut, or whatever you want

this is for canon x self insert so usually I would use your name, but I can do oc if you prefer

delivered via google docs

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

Price: this varies. base price is $60 for 12-15 chapters, and for each chapter after that is $5 per chapter. so if you want 45 chapters it'll be $210 total.

12 to 45 chapters

each chapter will have a minimum of 2000 words

canon x oc | canon x self insert

delivered via google docs

this can either be given once the entire thing is done or bit by bit

I only take 1 at a time

status: CLOSED - SLOT TAKEN CURRENTLY

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Price: $10

custom lists for characters: (either as solo or with your oc/self insert)

Relationship/Romance

how they show love

love languages

how they flirt

how they confess

jealousy

protective behaviour

clinginess

how they act in public vs private

date night habits

sleeping together headcanons

domestic life

arguments & conflict style

making up after fights

NSFW

kinks

what turns them on

favourite positions

how they sound in bed

how they tease

how they act when horny

aftercare

dom/sub dynamics

how they react to you initiating

their dirty talk style

places they like to get freaky

there can be others I can do for you if you have any other ideas.

𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Price: $20 I take 3 at a time. Status: OPEN / 3 SLOTS

I can put together a fully detailed oc from scratch. you can give me details and I can put it together or I can create the entire thing for you, its up to you. ocs I create can include:

name, backstory, personality

trauma, flaws, habits

relationship dynamics

powers/abilities (if needed)

appearance

aesthetic

tattoos, fashion, quirks

and more

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑

click here to read my rules and characters I write for (feel free to ask for other fandoms if you wish! I haven't written all fandoms I write for and I may be open to others) & send me a dm (not an ask, an actual dm) with the following:

1. what commission type you want

(one shot, multi part, full fic, OC creation, headcanons)

2. the character(s) involved

canon character x your oc or self insert

3. your plot or prompt

tell me the idea, the vibe, key moments you want, and anything important.

4. the tone

do you want smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark romance, a mix?

5. length/format

word count goal or number of chapters (if multi-part/full fic)

6. any boundaries or must haves

things you do want, things you don’t want, specific kinks or limits if NSFW

7. any other things you wish to have included

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑:

I’ll confirm details & price

You pay via PayPal

I start writing

I update you along the way if needed

You get your custom story/creation delivered to you

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

I’m just one girl with a keyboard, so turnaround times can vary depending on the size of your commission and how chaotic life is being.

Here’s the general guide:

Headcanons

1–3 days

OC Creations

A fully detailed OC takes a bit of love and brainpower, so the usual turnaround is 3–7 days (depending on how complex you want them, powers, trauma, design, etc, plus how many others I’m doing)

I will take up to three oc requests at a time.

One-Shots

Depending on how long you want it, usually I’d say 3 days.

Multi-Part Stories

Depends on the number of parts, I would currently say 1-2 weeks. I will only do three at a time for these.

Full-Length Fics (12–45 chapters)

These are BIG projects, so they can take several weeks to a month depending on length & complexity. I’ll always keep you updated and communicate clearly. I will only do 1 full length request at a time due to this.

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Turnaround times may shift slightly during busy periods (like holidays)

Longer or more detailed fics naturally take more time, quality over speed, babe.

Rush requests can be done but will come with an extra fee.

If something causes delays, I’ll always let you know.

I will never rush a fic to the point it ruins the quality, you’re paying for something special.

I am still doing my standard requests for the less detailed ones!!

I may do deals and discounts for people who keep coming back or over holidays and what not, so keep an eye out!!

these will be just for you, so anything I write is done via google docs since its tailored just for you, you are welcome to share it with anyone if you want though

If you do not like fics that are commissioned, carry on with your day and leave me alone, I will block anyone who makes any rude or unnecessary comments!!

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- The Throne

Word count: 2.1k~

Description: Alex and Henry fuck in the throne room in Buckingham Palace. Also Henry has a crown.

Edited by: @morbific-or-felicific

Alex’s legs are already asleep from where he’s been kneeling on the soft, carpeted floor for so long, and his jaw was beginning to ache. He stares up at Henry through his lashes, Henry’s cock in his mouth. Not moving, not sucking, just holding him in his mouth because that’s all Henry had asked him to do. His hands are bound behind his back with Henry’s belt; the only article of clothing Henry has removed so far. Alex has been in this position long enough that he’s unsure of exactly how long he’s been there.

Henry stares back down at him, expression cold. He’s dressed in a black and gold three-piece suit, perfectly pressed. His golden hair is styled just so, not a hair out of place. And sitting on his perfect hair rests a crown. It’s an ornate black crown, inlaid with clear garnet. Alex almost whines at the sight.

The air of Buckingham Palace’s large, empty throne room is cool against Alex’s bare skin. He’s kneeling on the red velvet of the dais in between Henry’s open legs, as Henry sits on the throne, looking for all the world like he was born to sit on a throne while people kneel at his feet. Alex supposes he was.

As much convincing as it took to get Henry to agree to sneak into Buckingham Palace while it was closed to the public and fuck on Queen Mary’s throne, he sure seems pretty happy if his hard cock in Alex’s mouth was anything to go by.

“Look at you, so desperate just from having my cock down your throat,” Henry mocks. Alex swallows, and he hears Henry’s breath hitch, clearly more affected than he’s letting on. Henry’s long fingers wind their way into Alex’s dark curls and tug sharply, Alex moans, and Henry’s hips buck up once, involuntarily. “God, you’re such a slut, on your knees for me when you know that any minute security could walk through that door and see you,” Henry says. Alex knows this isn’t true. They took measures to make sure nobody would enter this room while they were here. But the idea of some unsuspecting member of staff walking in and seeing Alex, completely naked, bound, and with the Prince of Wales’s dick halfway down his throat has him almost coming on the spot. “Since you’ve been so good, sitting here all pretty for me, I’ll reward you. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and if you don’t gag, I’ll fuck you. And maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you come. Now suck.”

Alex pulls back until just the head rests in his mouth and he sucks, swirling his tongue around the head. Henry thrusts his hips forward, purposefully this time, and Alex resists his gag reflex and focuses on relaxing his throat and breathing through his nose as Henry finds a rhythm of slow, deep strokes. Alex hums contentedly, knowing the vibrations will go straight to Henry’s dick, letting his mouth be used.

His own cock is straining against his stomach, beading precum, but he ignores it. He shifts a little, trying to get the blood flowing through his limbs again, flexing his hands where they’re still tied behind him. The belt is just on the side of too tight, and it’s starting to dig into his wrists; there’s definitely going to be marks tomorrow, Alex can’t wait.

Henry’s crown stills rests perfectly on his head, completely unmoved despite the fact that he’s now fucking up roughly into Alex’s mouth. “Bloody hell, you’re such a little cockslut, aren’t you? You’ll do anything to get my cock inside you.” He pulls away suddenly, and Alex whines at the loss. Henry laughs and a shiver runs down Alex’s spine.

Then Alex is being pulled upwards by his hair, and he follows eagerly, if a little wobbly. His limbs are still numb, and his mind is a little fuzzy, unable to focus on thoughts for very long. Henry pulls Alex onto his lap, and Alex shifts, trying to get into a comfortable position, straddling Henry’s thighs. Henry reaches into his jacket’s inside pocket and produces a tiny bottle of lube.

“Please! Fuck me, I need it so bad,” Alex moans, desperate now, unable to form coherent thought. Alex grinds down on Henry’s lap, desperate for friction, groaning when he feels Henry’s aching cock beneath him, still slick with Alex’s spit. Alex’s buries his head in Henry’s shoulder, and he pants. He feels Henry’s long, elegant finger at his entrance and Alex pushes back onto it, desperate to be filled. Henry’s crown is still centred, perfect on his royal head. It’s infuriating. It’s hot as fuck. Alex whines into Henry’s neck, kissing and licking lazily while grinding back on Henry’s finger.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore. Desperate and whining like a bitch in heat just from this. You’re practically fucking yourself on me, love.” Henry crooks his finger, hitting that spot that makes Alex see stars. He groans loudly, detaching himself from Henry’s neck where he had been sucking a rather impressive mark. Henry adds a second finger, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust, and Alex writhes in his lap, unsure whether to grind forward to get friction for his neglected cock, or backward onto Henry’s perfect fingers. He ends up finding a rhythm between the two, rocking back and forth.

“Fuck me, please! I’m ready I promise, please I need your cock so bad,” Alex whines into Henry’s shoulder. He’s not ready, two fingers are not enough. He knows that, Henry knows that, but he’s hoping he’ll be able to convince Henry otherwise. Henry tugs sharply on his hair and he gasps, forcing Alex to look at Henry’s gorgeous, azure eyes that are currently glaring at him.

“If you don’t behave, I’m not going to let you come for a week. This isn’t about you and what you want. This is about you serving your prince the only way you’re good for. So, you’re going to sit here and take what I give you, and then you’re going to thank me.” Henry’s left hand is still holding painfully hard onto Alex’s curls while his right hand is scissoring two fingers inside Alex, stubbornly avoiding his prostate. A testament to how well he knows his body.

Alex keens and nods; Henry tugs harder at his hair, never once faltering in his rhythm. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Good. You’re such a good little fucktoy.” Henry adds a third finger and Alex moans, desperate and needy and eager to please. He fucks himself back onto Henry’s hand, pulling at his restraints, aching to touch Henry, resenting the fact that he can’t.

Finally, after far too long, Henry pulls his fingers out. Alex whines at the loss. Then Henry is encouraging Alex to sit up on his lap, and Alex feels the tip of Henry’s slick cock pressing against him, and he’s more than okay with the loss of his fingers. Henry doesn’t go slow, confident in his prep. Alex practically screams, feeling very full, very suddenly. He meets Henry thrust for thrust. His cock is dripping, ruining Henry’s golden waistcoat. Because Henry is still almost fully clothed while Alex bounces on his lap, completely naked, as Henry sits on his throne in his castle with his stupid crown that’s still sitting perfectly on his stupid perfect hair. Alex aches to run his fingers through his hair, to mess it up, maybe knock the crown askew, but he can’t because he’s tied up, completely at Henry’s mercy, unable to do anything except take what he’s given. Like a good little bitch.

Henry is still stubbornly avoiding his sweet spot, proving his point that this isn’t about Alex’s pleasure. “Please, I need to come! Please let me come, I need it, please!” Alex isn’t even sure if he’s being coherent anymore. His voice is rough from getting his throat fucked, and he can barely see straight, let alone think, or form proper sentences.

Henry’s large hands are on Alex’s waist, helping him fuck himself back on his cock. Alex’s key is sticking to his chest with sweat, and some of his curls are sticking to his forehead. His legs are shaking, sore and protesting against his movement, and Alex loves every second of it. He must look like a helpless mess, a stark contrast to Henry who still looks perfectly composed.

“Do you think you’ve earned it? Have you been a good fucktoy?” Alex nods desperately.

“Yes! Yes, I’ve been good, please.”

Henry shifts his angle, hitting Alex’s prostate with every stroke. Alex almost blacks out from the sudden burst of pleasure after being denied for so long. He’s so hard that it hurts, and Henry’s waistcoat is well and truly ruined now.

Henry’s thrusts are starting to get a little sloppy; he’s losing his rhythm and Alex knows that means he’s close.

“Fuck, you look so good on my cock. Looks like you were made for this. Made to be fucked.”

“Yes! Fuck, use me, I’m yours to use however you want.” Alex feels a sharp pain on his neck and he cries out; Henry had bit him, hard, wanting to leave a mark that would last for days. So that everyone else could see who he belonged to. Henry soothed the wound with his tongue before moving up nip and suck at Alex’s ear.

“Mine.” He claims him. Then Alex hears that gorgeous, breathless laugh and he feels Henry’s hot cum inside him, and Alex almost chokes on his own tongue. Henry is fucking him through the aftershocks and then he’s grabbing Alex’s cock in his large hand, jerking him quickly. “Come for me, darling.” And that’s all it takes for Alex’s orgasm to hit so hard that his vision whites out for a few seconds. Henry works him gently through it until Alex is whining and trying to get away due to the oversensitivity.

Henry carefully undoes the belt tying Alex’s wrists together and Alex rolls his shoulders and rubs at his wrists, trying to get the blood flowing again. Then Henry is rubbing cream on his sore wrists, Alex doesn’t even know where he got it, and he’s hit with a rush of overwhelming love and gratitude. “I love you so fucking much.” Henry pauses where he’s still rubbing cream on Alex’s wrists and he looks up at Alex, blue eyes soft and so full of love. He presses a gentle, lingering kiss to Alex’s lips and Alex finally gets to thread his fingers through Henry’s soft hair, knocking the crown gently off balance.

“I love you too, darling,” Henry says when he pulls back. “We need to get off of this throne and out of this godforsaken palace. I told myself I would never come back here again. I still can’t believe you managed to convince me to plan a trip to London just so that we could have sex on a throne.”

“Don’t pretend like this wasn’t the perfect fuck you to your racist, homophobic grandmother.”

“I said nothing of the sort.”

“Good, now help me get up. I haven’t been able to feel my legs in over an hour.”

“So dramatic, we’ve hardly been here an hour.” Henry pulls out slowly, and Alex hisses, resting his forehead against Henry’s, feeling Henry’s cum start leaking slowly out of him. He almost moans. Henry produces a wipe from whatever magical place he got the cream and starts to gently clean Alex. Then he grimaces and looks down at his once perfect suit, now wrinkled and streaked with Alex’s cum. He uses another wipe to clean his suit as best as he can. Alex reaches out to straighten the crown still on Henry’s head and Henry smiles.

Supporting Alex with one hand on his waist and one hand holding his own, he helps Alex stand on shaking legs. Once he’s confident Alex is able to stand on his own, he tucks himself back into his pants and starts threading his belt through belt loops again, and attempts to straighten out his rumpled suit. His hair is still a mess, the crown slightly crooked. Alex chooses not to tell him.

Alex redresses in his clothes that Henry had folded neatly and placed on a chair on the side of the room. They exit the throne room, hands clasped between them, and if any of the Buckingham Palace staff see Alex limping slightly, they don’t say anything.

[acourtofhopeanddreams]

One had to be blind to not see it.

Ravens. Countless of ravens. Flying from Winterfell to beyond the wall and back.

No one had dared to shoot one of them to read the messages they were carrying, but there were countless of whispers going around.

Not once had their queen, Sansa Stark, been seen in the company of a handsome man and not because none had tried to win her hand. Countless of suitors had thrown themselves at her feet, but none of them had ever gotten a second glance from the Red Wolf.

Some excused her lack of interest in male company by referring to her tragic past. They told horrible tales about her engagement to Joffrey and her forced marriages with Tyrion and Ramsay.

But most of them were quite certain that the queen wasn’t afraid to marry again. And they didn’t doubt she was more than willing to give the kingdom the heir they were longing for. But they believed she had already decided who her husband would be. They believed she had already decided who would father the Stark children, the future of Winterfell and the North.

No one ever spoke about it out loud. Not in the brothels. Not in the empty halls of Winterfell. Not in the taverns and not on the roads to the other six kingdoms. It was a silent vow, the repayment Sansa received from the Northerners for everything she had done for them.

Time would pass.

People would forget.

And people would forgive.

And until then ravens would fly from Winterfell to beyond the wall and back.

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