Dr. Valyntine's Commission Sheet

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based in the u.s.
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I draw and write sfw+nsfw!

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I will do my best to bring your ideas to life as quickly as I can, while maintaining the quality of my work! My job is to bring your ideas to life. ^^

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Work Policy

I don't write anything over 3,000 words because I want to get you your work as soon as I can, and unfortunately:
3k words is quite a lot.Of course, I'm flexible with the word count if you don't mind waiting a bit longer for your request to be completed.By working with me you are agreeing not to sell my art commercially or as NFTs. Therein, you also are agreeing to pay half of your total commission price after I present you a draft and the remaining amount once the final work is completed.

I am flexible with portraying certain content. However, I reserve the right to decline comms asking me to write about or draw anything that makes me uncomfortable.
Thank you for understanding!

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"The sight before him was encapsulating. James was doubled over, his face contorted in pure bliss: lip slack, eyes screwed shut. His breaths came in rough moans and whispers. One hand sat, fisted, gripping the red-tinted sheets, and the other behind him, between his thighs, thrusting at a languid pace."
from 'Tried and True'

"We sit entangled, chests flush together, faces close enough for us to poison each other- micro-dosing the other's lungs full of carbon dioxide. We could kill each other like this, a slow sleepy death to cool the fires of our desperation.To feel the burning rapture of submission. To taste the sea salt air of release.When we kiss, our tongues thrashing over and under the other, I wonder for a moment if his resolve is strong enough to torment me with the fire I yearn for, as I suck his tongue and sink my teeth into the unruly muscle. His hiss of pain melts against my own tongue and turns into a groan of pleasure, His cock twitching to life again against my thigh.
I pull back, nipping his bottom lip, teasing his lifeblood to the surface. his hands wrap around my neck before I remember to let go, pushing me back so that he may glare into my soul."Do not make another wound, vampire."
"When I told you I would behave you unhooked my leash and told me to be free."
"I've changed my mind, the collar remains."We stare into each for a long moment. I burn too bright to contain it."I'll tell you now, what I had no words for before."
"Go on," he says choking the blood from my arteries.My eyes go hazy as I conjure up the fantasy."I want to fight you for it, and I want to lose. Drag me back by the hips if I dare to crawl away. Pull my hair- fuck, force my head down if you have to. Please, pin me down and take my pleasure for yourself, force me to keep my position, force me to take all that you give, whether I want it or not. Especially if not."The longer I speak, the more I feel the gates of my mind crack open, farther and farther, until all my thoughts spill out like a deluge.He releases my neck, using both his hands, warm and capable, to pull my waist to his, like he wants nothing more than absorb me into him. I can feel the bruises bloom along my flesh, and I smile at the thought that if- or when- he fights me for my release my body will be littered with them. I rock my hips against his thigh, shivering with the wet friction of soaked flesh against my own. He noses along my jaw and I bare my neck to him, expectantly.his teeth are wet and sharp against my pulse. every millisecond they sink into my taut flesh feels like an eternity. from contact, to the deep pierce, to then a deeper ache, his teeth threatening to break me."
from 'Torment'

"He was gorgeous, with hair like a dark bird of paradise and clothes like a Victorian corpse. His eyes knew death and his mouth was bright with blood. The young thing was a mirror to my juvenile soul and when I slit his throat he smiled at me like I had rewarded him a perfect end. And I had. My best death yet and I’m sure he would have thanked me if he could have talked.At the height of our orgasm, his face contorted in bliss, my heart hammering in anticipation I almost couldn’t do it. Too afraid of being alone in two days time, afraid of my lithe and flexible love stiff and rotting in rigor mortis...."
from 'Andrew's Diary'

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