[malama-art]

Giorno doodles B)

[malama-art]

they have a similar vibe i think

[l-747-deactivated20260223]

Another kakyoin for the soul

[nanaba]

old ass wip. this was the first drawing i did using a pen tablet and i loved how armin's face turned out

[recvachka]

idk just for fun redraw or something

[jeonseoguu]

fighting spirit

[moonsdv]

I promise more stories of farmer being loved on by their favourite villagers are on the horizon!!!! Pls don’t give up on me life just super busy right now 🥹🥹

[moonsdv]

Working on some requests this weekend!!! Thanks for being so patient with me and pls keep sending ideas if you’d like. 😊😊🍓👩‍🌾🩷

[moonsdv]

Requests open btw if you guys have any. I’ll write for anyone <3333 pls give me inspo!!!

[moonsdv]

Yall want more Harvey orrrrrr. Cuz I got some ideas

[moonsdv]

I need a picture for reference for Harvey's big dad bod.its for a friend I fucking swear

ME TOO BRUH. he got that look of u can tell hes healthy works outs a bit but would never say no to a cookie yk. i just know he got a cute tummy

[moonsdv]

hiii i just discovered your account and was wondering what your ao3 profile name was :)) love ur writing btw <33

aww thank you this m,eans the WORLD ! :3 sadly i dont have an ao3 acc (yet?) but ill for sure link it if i ever make one! i hope to write more for u guys soon :>

[moonsdv]

j2lyk the way you write alex scratches my brain in just the right way like YES that is exactly how that man would act and talk and I love it <33

OMG this means the world to meeee i love him so much thank you my love 😭 i’m going to write soo much more of him :33

[moonsdv]

hello hellooooo ^__^ sorry for mia but i was in the hospital. I LIVED IM FINE and a bunch of stuff happened but i’m still working on writings and so excited to post yiippeeee

[moonsdv]

seb fic incoming. … who else cheered !

[moonsdv]

omg 1 away from 100 followers aint no wayyyy. i’ll write another little something to celebrate :3

[moonsdv]

yall….. smut warning minors eff off. this is so uncoordinated not even a fic just headcanons but i love me some harvey. my beefy soft kind husband ily….

harvey big dad bod beautifully rough looking man. he’s clumsy and shy and tall and his hair is thick under your fingers and he’s always warm. wears a lot of tank tops and those cute plaid pj bottoms strolling around the farmhouse in the early mornings barefooted cup of coffee in his hand and hair messy from you, from sleep, he cant recall. but he sits on the porch with your shared cat in his lap and the sun hits his lovely brown eyes and he leans back and takes a peak at you laying in bed from where he can see. can make out your arm hanging off the edge of the bed and your hair decorating the pillows and his heart flutters in his chest. loves his life now. loves you. has a habit of chewing on his glasses when he reads, still bites his nails from time to time. doesn’t like his toast without butter, can only bare the bitter taste of lemon tea when you put a dollop of honey in it.

harvey who walked on eggshells for far too long. kept his feelings so secluded you almost didn’t confess your own, will forever be thankful that you did. who cherishes the moonlight jellies - will always remember you pulling him to the other side of the dock, linking your pinky finger with his and not letting go. even as you sat down and dipped your legs into the glowing sea, held onto him while you giggled at the creatures dancing around your ankles, tickling at your skin. held onto him while he stared at you like a deer in headlights. like a man in love, who was beside himself, who couldn’t believe it when you pulled him close and asked so tenderly if you could kiss him. who would spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

harvey who growled at the taste of you. who ate you out day and night, leaving beard burn on the inside of your thighs and who cooed at your tainted skin, kissing the area as a silent apology. who looked up at you smiling - lips glistening with your slick. who’s big hands gripped at your hips, your waist, your neck, who kissed you every time he slid into your tight cunt. who moved slowly, knowing he was big enough that you needed a moment to adjust even after all your years together. who held both your wrists together with one hand above your head, kissing each finger matching the rhythm of his thrusts into you, who moaned with no shame at your begging “inside, please inside” when he told you he was close.

harvey who, every morning after would wake you with his fingertips tracing the curve of your shoulders. who leaned his face right down to yours until your noses touched, who whispered good morning and told you the birds were chirping your favourite song. who had a cup of tea waiting at your bedside table and coffee at his own. who regrettably had to leave for work - but read to you and ate with you and kissed you (and kissed you and kissed you) before he did. who always lingered at the front door - back towards the sunlight that shaped his frame in gold, who lingered and stared until you all but pushed him out into the garden, leaving him with the promise that fresh blueberries would be on the table when he came back to you.