Deikus-is-hellbound

Okay so I know a lot of you follow me for my writing, and that is why I am opening up my writing commissions. My friend is trying to save up for a chest binder, since those are really really expensive. The prices of the original post are in a link in the description. My prices will be the same, and rules are also the same. A few examples of my writing are linked in the description plus anything I have in my gallery. I won't write any form of noncon, or anything like that honestly. If you're unsure just shoot me a note and we'll negotiate. If I'm not in the fandom you want, then I'll research the characters you ask for ect. Please help ou

Antonio had been with Lovino in the car many times before, and the guy wasn't exactly what you would call a 'safe driver', but… he'd prefer his crazy driving over this COMPLETELY INSANE EXCUSE FOR DRIVING. With Lovi passed out in the backseat, Veneciano had taken the wheel. He could honestly say he was starting to become terrified. Being the previous Spanish Armada, this was something that rarely happened anymore. The cute little harmless boy had scared him shitless tonight, however. Veneciano may not have been a threat on the battle field, but maybe Ludwig should've thought about putting the enemy in a luxurious convertible-leather-sea

The memories latched onto him, embedding their merciless hooks deep into his ripe flesh. His mind was swallowed, consumed by the scars and images from that of the past. Beneath those shuddering lids the metallic stench of blood flooded his nose, and toe-curling yelps of impaled people's screams tore at his ears, and wailing women and children made his heart throb for their lost fathers– making his body ache to the very core. He shivered in a cold sweat, struggling against the vice grope of a net. "Arsenius!" Her voice cracked in a despairing howl. His lover cried for his help- assistance he knew he couldn't provide. "The children!" He s

It was hot. Scorchingly hot. You were sitting beneath an umbrella; your knees curled up to your chest to maybe ebb the discomfort plaguing your mind…though it didn’t help the heat any. The sand below your towel seemed to be unnaturally warm, and the umbrella’s bright color seemed to make the air boil beneath it. You had company, albeit not the most pleasurable.  On another towel, lying on his side, a stormy look on his face that could cloud the sunny summer sky; was Lovino. You felt about as downcast as he looked, but you were coping with it seemingly a bit better than he. Sitting on a beach somewhere in Spain; desperatel