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constantly0lost · 20 days

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Pairing: Ranpo x f!reader

Content guidance: NSFW. Angst, fluff, and smut. Happy ending. Reader gets shot and Ranpo feels responsible. Descriptions of injuries (punctured lung). Reader "dies" (is brought back by Yosano) Mentions of blood. Mutual hurt/comfort. Approx 2.5k words.

Come Back.

It was easy to get swept up in Ranpo's exuberance. Solving cases was child's play for him, his intellect and capacity for deduction perfectly balanced with his enormous ego. There wasn't a case he couldn't solve in less than a minute, flashing a confident grin as he pointed his finger at the guilty party, declaring the matter resolved with all certainty. Anyone could be forgiven for assuming he found it all one big joke.

Sometimes even you forgot how much the cruelty of the world weighed down on him. But it did. The world was full of monsters and Ranpo saw them all. And some cases were simply too dark even for his sunshine to penetrate.

He came home quietly after one such case just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Without uttering a word, he approached you in the kitchen as you prepared dinner and wrapped his arms around you.

“What's wrong?” you asked, stroking your hands up and down his back as he smushed the plush of his cheek into the curve between your neck and shoulder. He’d always been something of a cuddlebug with you, but that night there was something different about the way he held you, his limbs heavy, fingers clutching your shirt, clinging with a desperation you’d only seen in him once before; just once, when the ADA’s president, Fukuzawa, was lying unconscious in a hospital bed, infected with the Cannibalism virus.

“She looked just like you. The victim.” Ranpo’s voice was soft and quiet, the gentle puff of his breath against your neck unsteady, as if he was fighting back tears. Sure enough, his green eyes were glistening when he finally raised his head and said with utmost sincerity, “I can't ever let that happen to you. I'll never let you get hurt. I promise.”

As silly and blasé as Ranpo could be, he cared so deeply about the family he had gathered around him throughout the years. His friends at the ADA, president Fukuzawa, Edgar, Karl, inspector Minoura, and you… especially you. Those he cared for meant the world to him.

So, months later, when you, Ranpo, Doctor Yosano, and Dazai were sent to work on a case together, at the moment a stray bullet shot through your chest, your mind barely registered the pain or the panic, only the anticipation of how such a tragedy would crush Ranpo.

Because, as the detective would later insist, it was all his fault.

If Ranpo hadn't taunted the murderer, if Ranpo hadn't bragged about how easy the case was to solve, if Ranpo hadn't laughed when the man pulled out a gun and brushed him off with a nonchalant “you idiot,” the man might never have become enraged enough to fire it.

But he did, and the bullet meant for the detective missed, causing him more pain than it ever could have if its aim had been true.

“No! No no no no! Stop!” Ranpo sobbed, clinging to your bloodstained shirt, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Stop it stop it stop! You can't go. I'm sorry! Don't go, please!”

I'm not going anywhere.

You wanted to speak, to reassure him, to raise your hand and wipe away his tears, but the pool of blood in your throat was suffocating, the taste of it rendering you capable only of spluttering and gagging. And your arm was impossibly heavy, fingertips ice cold and numb. A crushing, desperate helplessness overwhelmed you; that you couldn't comfort him, you couldn't do a damned thing. And you saw it reflected back in his eyes.

Helpless. Afraid. Broken.

Thank goodness Dazai and Doctor Yosano had the presence of mind to apprehend the shooter. One of them– you weren't sure which– broke the man's arm, ensuring he couldn't pull the trigger again. Without them Ranpo would almost certainly have been shot too, his back turned to the perpetrator, his mind focused solely on the one thing he had dreaded most of all.

In all the years you'd known Ranpo, you'd never seen him so utterly devastated.

“Akiko! Akiko do something,” he begged the ADA's doctor, his voice cracking with desperation.

Yosano's voice cut through the haze, her pragmatism sharper than any scalpel. “My ability won't work on her yet. She needs to be closer to death. We have to wait. Either that or speed up the process. Her lung is punctured. Could take hours...”

Ranpo's eyes widened in horror as the reality of the situation became all too clear. For Yosano's ability to work they would have to deliver you to death's door and snatch you away at the last second.

“A coup de grâce,” Dazai confirmed, his expression solemn, eyes distant and hauntingly empty. “I can do it painlessly.”

You nodded. Yes. Do it.

Ranpo sobbed harder.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” He knelt, hunched over you, arms wrapped around your shoulders where they so naturally came to rest. His body partially covered yours as though trying to shield you from a fate he'd inadvertently sentenced you to.

His trembling hands held your face, so warm, wet and sticky, like he'd been eating cotton candy and held onto it for far too long. Sweet, silly Ranpo.

“I'm so sorry,” he cried.

Ranpo, breathe. Please, it's going to be alright. Just breathe, love.

But he couldn't. You heard his anguish as Yosano guided him away from you, even above the thunder of your own frantic heart as your body fought with everything it had to stay alive. The choked sounds of the poor man's soul completely torn apart and his desperate pleas for you to come back to him were the last thing you heard as Dazai made good on his promise.

It didn't hurt at all. Death felt like climbing into your own warm bed at the end of a long, cold day.

You awoke some time later in the back of Doctor Yosano's car, swaddled in Ranpo's Inverness cape. Groggy and confused, but finally able to draw breath. The air had never felt so soothing.

“She's stirring,” Dazai said in a muted monotone from the front passenger seat. “I think Ranpo's still out.”

“Let the kid sleep,” Yosano said quietly. “Shit, I'll probably pass out once we drop them off too.”

Dazai nodded, turning his attention to the city passing by. “It'll hit me in three days. Still feels like someone else's dream right now.”

There was a weight across your torso, sprawled from your shoulder down to your hip. Right away the sensation brought reassurance; the familiar comfort of having Ranpo lean against you while he slept. You’d acted as a pillow for him on so many journeys to and from cases before, and for a moment you could fool yourself into believing that this was no different.

But Dazai was uncharacteristically wrong. Ranpo wasn’t asleep at all; his eyes were open, unfocused, puffy from tears. And he simply turned his head toward you by a few degrees when he noticed you’d come to, tightening his grip as if you were about to be torn away a second time. Your wounds were healed, your throat clear, but still you were unable to say anything you wanted to. Words were easy to ignore, to argue against, to deny entirely, so in their place you simply raised your hand to cradle the back of his head, burying your fingers in his soft ebony hair.

It’s alright. I’m still here.

Silent tears streaked down his cheeks, soaking into the fabric of his cape. It wasn’t until you got back to your shared dorm; after the slow shuffle to the elevator, the traipse down the hallway, and into the apartment that Ranpo finally spoke, his voice all but worn out.

“I’m sorry. I messed up so badly this time.”

The two of you were cut off from the rest of the world in your little bathroom; blood-spattered and exhausted. But together. And that meant everything.

Ranpo perched on the edge of the tub, arms wrapped around your waist as you stood between his legs, holding him to you. His head was pressed against your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. Warm, staggering breaths fanned over your sternum as his fingers curled against your back.

The scent of blood and battle lingered in his hair as you pressed your lips to the top of his head. “It’s okay–”

“No, it isn’t. I broke my promise. I almost… I did get you killed. Do you… do you realize how bad that is? If Yosano wasn’t there…” His words died on his tongue, his voice breaking, raw and strained, until he finally managed to say, “I don’t know how to make this right.”

“It is right. I'm here with you, exactly where I should be.”

“But you almost weren't. You don’t understand do you? How can I make you see that losing you would be the worst thing that could ever happen. Ever.”

“Ranpo, I know–”

“No, you don’t!” He took your hand and placed it on his chest, caging it with both of his own. His eyes were wide and earnest. “I love you. I love you so much and I should never allow anyone to hurt you. And it hurts me that I let it happen. That I made it happen. It hurts. It hurts! It–”

He stopped when you touched your free hand to his cheek, leaning into your touch. When you kissed him, for once his lips tasted of salt instead of sugar but they were still as soft as ever.

“I love you too,” you said, wiping the tears off his cheeks. “I love you so much, and loving you means forgiving you when you mess up. And I do. I forgive you completely. So you can forgive yourself too, okay?”

He didn’t speak again for a long time, silent and cooperative as you worked open the buttons on his bloodstained shirt, peeling it off him before removing your own. And the moment you were both bare, he wrapped his arms back around you, seeking the warmth and comfort of your skin.

Sometimes it was easy to forget how much Ranpo had lost. It was so easy to get caught up in his joie de vivre and assume he was unbothered by everything. But he felt so much, he loved so deeply, and he feared the loss of those close to him more than anything. Your wounds were healed but his were still wide open.

Ranpo’s cheek rested on your breast, his embrace so reassuring and gentle it was hard to believe you still inhabited the same world which only an hour ago had been so starkly different.

There wasn’t even so much as a scar where the bullet had entered. If not for your exhaustion it might have been easy to carry on as if none of it had even happened. But it was still raw for him.

A heavy sigh escaped him as you stroked your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch against his scalp, tracing a path to the back of his neck and down to his bare shoulders.

He pressed his face into your chest and whined. “Hey, don’t do that…”

“Why?”

“Because it’s making me smile and I feel guilty about it.”

“Well I want you to smile.” You scribbled your fingers down his back, earning you a quiet chuckle as he squirmed beneath your touch. “Quit punishing yourself.”

You carried on a moment longer before he raised his head.

“Ack! Fine, fine! I’m smiling. Happy?” He stood up, turning on the water in the shower, putting his hand beneath it to test the temperature and flicking the droplets at you with an easy grin. “Come on, let me clean you. At least let me do that.”

So you did. Squeezing into the shower together, you stood beneath the cleansing water and let it wash away the terrible day. Ranpo’s hands were warm and gentle as he cleaned the blood from your skin, forgoing a washcloth in favor of his palms, as though part of him didn’t quite believe you were still with him, that he needed to touch every inch of you to be certain. Every tender caress was both an apology and a promise that he would never let anything happen to you again.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, cleaning away the spatter on your face, rinsing away the suds and kissing your cheeks, your brow, your nose. He traced the curve of your lower lip with his thumb before leaning in and kissing you there too. On and on he worked, cleaning, kissing, trying to undo what he could, erasing the memories of the bullet and the blood and replacing them with his love.

And then you did the same for him, cleaning your blood from his skin, washing away the guilt, reassuring him that the world was as it should be with every soft kiss and adoring touch.

At last, when the water running from your bodies swirled down the drain completely clear and air in the bathroom was thick with fog, Ranpo held your face between his hands and drew back to look at you.

“There.” he said, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “You’re back.”

“Of course. I could never leave you.”

He leaned in once more, his lips meeting yours softly at first, but within moments there was a heat and desperation behind each kiss. Little sounds of pleasure tumbled from him as he pressed you back against the tiles, the water still cascading down onto you both as he hitched your thigh up against his hip and tried to angle his cock to enter you.

“I want to–” he whined, rocking his hips against you, trying desperately and failing entirely to make it work.

“Ranpo, I don't think–”

“Yeah, that's not… man, this is hard. Okay, new plan. Shower's over, let's go to bed, come on, let's go.”

And despite it all, you found yourself laughing, once more swept up in his infectious exuberance as he switched off the water, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the shower. Ranpo was back too.

And a few moments later you were both in bed, wet bodies soaking the sheets, kissing each other and giggling as if sex was a secret only the two of you knew about. His fingers interlaced with yours, the slow, rolling grind of his hips sending sparks through your body. Each stroke was languid and indulgent, angled just right to grind against your clit, giving you an intense and prolonged pleasure. And Ranpo so adored taking his time loving you.

After all, you had all the time in the world.

“This is better, right?” he whispered against your ear. “Everything's right. I've got you.”

“I've got you too,” you said through labored breaths, wrapping your thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you.

He paused, adjusting to the new intensity, his forehead resting on your shoulder as a soft, breathy moan escaped him. “So good…”

When he was ready, he rolled his hips again, caging your head with his arms and stroking back your damp hair. He peppered your face with kisses as he lazily fucked you, continuing long after you’d both shuddered through your orgasms, wanting, needing to stay as close to you as possible until he couldn’t take it a moment longer.

And in the aftermath he held you, pulling your head to his chest where you could listen to the steady beat of his mending heart.

“Thank you,” he whispered against the top of your head as you both drifted in the haze between sleep and tranquil consciousness. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

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constantly0lost · 24 days

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Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

#filter until nothing i don't wanna read will show ip #then sort by word count #go to the last page #and start reading #its never failed before

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constantly0lost · 25 days

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if women coochies are accepted i don't see why men coochies wouldn't be.

#albert wesker #resident evil #trans wesker #He nakey #your only warning #HWGSJSNBSNSVA #i want him #i wanna bite and squeeze and lick #offering my face as a chair to him #hnnnnmm #hes so hoottt #NOT MY ART #forgot to mention that #ughhh all of your weskers make me wanna cry #in a good way #ue could peg me with as many straps as he want #i wanna make him so desperate all he can do is bite on my tits and moan #I LOVE HOM #okay sorry for being cringe im done now

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constantly0lost · 25 days

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Year 850, then; Year 854, now

pairings: Levi Ackerman x (GN!) reader

genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff, fluff and comfort, angst, angst and fluff

summary: Two tender moments between you and Levi after being injured in battle, leaving him to worry and look after you in his own ways.

Warning for the ending of aot spoilers

word count: 3,765

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54818275

Year 850, then:

It had been a gruelling expedition, one that had resulted in a multitude of casualties, including your own. It was a routine mission, you and your squad had been tasked with surveying the land, finding the safest route to one of the scout bases and supplying it ahead of time. You only needed to bring simple necessities like spare food and medical equipment that the upcoming squad would require during their stay there, as well as clearing out any titans that had happened to be found along the way. A small risk, all things considered.

On paper, it was one of the safest missions that the scouts had taken in a while. After the previous expedition had resulted in many deaths, the scouts had put a small pause on activity outside the walls while everyone recovered and re-evaluated future missions.

Levi had scoffed at the mention of Erwin sending you as the squad leader, mumbling under his breath that such a mission was beneath you and your team. You had reassured him that you were the best choice; that it would be a simple in-and-out mission. You and your team would be back before he knew it.

“I still don’t see why we are bothering to send you of all people on a supply run to that dusty old base. What a waste of time and resources when you should be focusing on training your team. How are you supposed to prepare your team for the upcoming missions while wasting energy supplying another?”

“Levi, it’s alright.” You remember the smile that lights up your face when you see him roll his eyes, his lips pursed in what was definitely not a pout. The captain would never do such a thing, of course. That's what he told you when you gleefully pointed it out, at least.

“Having me lead the squad is probably just a precaution, in case anything happens. I highly doubt that we will encounter many titans, if any. You know the route is usually empty each time we send out supplies. I’ll be back before you even have a chance to miss me.”

“Tch, sure. If anything, it will give me the peace I need to finish that paperwork.”

You mentally cursed yourself for tempting the universe to put you in your place, forcing you to eat your words.

On paper, it was a simple task.

In actuality, the pouring rain obscured your vision, making it almost impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you as the dark clouds dimmed the world around you. The heavy rain mixed with the steady march of the horses along the ground. Their hooves drummed against the wet earth, vibrating through your cold and tense body, splashing through the slowly growing puddles. The howling wind echoed in your ears, taking the words of your squad and drifting them up to the dark clouds above.

It was a perfect recipe for disaster, especially when neither you nor your team could spot the two abnormal titans rapidly approaching your position.

The last thing you remember is the shooting pain as one of the titans reached its elongated limb to swipe at your horse, sending you flying through the air and crashing into the ground.

That's how you find yourself lying in a lumpy bed, the scratchy material rubbing against the sections of tender skin not currently covered in bandages. You sit up with a small wince, pain rolling over you in long waves at the motion. You carefully wiggle your arms and legs, happy to feel them move at your command despite the hot flush of pain.

Hange and Commander Erwin arrive shortly after you wake, sitting beside you and keeping you company as you give your report of the mission. They don't miss the way your eyes flicker with shame, guilt reflecting in your eyes for not noticing the danger until it was too late, despite battling the elements.

You are usually careful once you and your squad are in Titan territory, always on high alert and on the watch for the slightest hint of danger. While it’s not the first time you’ve found yourself on the bad side of luck, the guilt and feelings of failure never seem to lessen.

“You will be happy to know that everyone survived. They are a bit battered here and there, but your squad will be alright in time. You are the most injured out of everyone, in fact, congrats!” Hange says, amusement and relief shining in their eyes as they watch you sigh, sinking deeper into the frustratingly stiff pillows.

“That is good news, thank you Hange. Not that I don't appreciate you both visiting me, seeing both of your faces certainly helps to brighten my day, when I’m not in trouble or receiving bad news, that is.”

You hear the two chuckle, despite being friends with Erwin, you have forced his hand enough to be given a few small slaps on the wrist in the past.

“But where's Levi? I figured he would be here to lecture me on getting injured at the very least.”

Erwin gives you a knowing smile, sitting up in his chair a little straighter, “Don't worry, I’m positive that you won't get away from that lecture. I've already gotten my version from him at least twice now.”

You raise your eyebrow quizzically, you knew of Levi’s frustrations with the mission yet you never figured he would chew Erwin out over it.

Before he has a chance to continue, Hange lets out a loud laugh, desperate to share a fact they know Levi would happily keep to himself.

“Shorty refused to leave your side when you were brought in, even with the medics stating that he was getting in their way. He only left just before you woke up to fetch you some food, claiming you're ‘a damn brat when hungry’.”

They lower their voice to mimic him while crossing their arms and glaring as they speak. You let out a small, surprised giggle, the action causing you to wince as your ribs protest.

“You know, if anything, he’s probably going to be even more pissed that you decided to wake up after he left,” Hange says with a small wink.

As if on cue, Levi opens the door with one hand, carefully balancing a plate of unusual food on the other.

“I got held up by the damn brats. Braus and Springer found me in the kitchen and decided to take over, wanting to show me a secret they had when it came to making the most out of our shitty reserves or something. I figured there was no harm, those kiddos have been vibrating with nerves ever since they got the news.”

He pauses once he takes in the sight before him, his eyes widen when he finally spots you awake. You give him a warm smile as you see the relief that washes over him. His eyes linger on you briefly before he clears his throat, trying to push down the visible urge to rush over to you despite the small audience.

“Apparently they have found a way to make eating potatoes for the hundredth time in a row more exciting for them. Didn't bother to share that with the rest of us. They also told me not to share this information with Erwin since they don't want to be lectured on using our reserves for their little experiment.”

Levi turns to the man in question, ignoring the amusement glinting in Erwin's eyes as Levi’s glare hardens. “I told the kids that the day they get to tell me what to do will be the day all the titans are finally killed, once and for all.”

You can’t help the giggles that erupt from you despite trying to hold back, rapidly dissolving into loud laughter that only grows even more frantic when Hange joins in. Their laughter is even louder as they grasp at their sides, rapidly running out of breath themselves. Tears roll down your cheeks as you try to catch your own breath, bringing a hand to clutch at your tender ribs as each gasp causes the pain to flare angrily.

“Oi, what’s so funny, you two?” Levi’s displeased voice cuts through the growing chaos, only betrayed by the subtle redness of his ears and the softness of his eyes as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. Hange waves their hand in his direction, yet each time they try to speak, more giggles slip from their lips.

He scoffs before shoving the plate onto your lap, mindful to avoid your injuries before pulling Hange out of the chair beside your bed and settling down into it, ignoring their cries of protest.

“Hey! I was sat there first, shorty. Erwin!” “Yeah, well I’m sat here now, four-eyes. Don’t you have a titan to go poke? And you,” Levi turns to glare at Erwin, who was simply content to watch his soldiers bicker despite their positions, “don’t you have some paperwork to fill out or something?”

The tall blonde slowly stands from his chair, ushering Hange out of the room alongside him before turning towards you with a kind expression.

“We know when we have overstayed our welcome, we wish you a speedy recovery.”

You give Erwin a small nod before looking down at the food placed on your lap. You notice the thin slices of potato that had been cooked until they were crisped. You glance up at Levi, raising a single eyebrow.

“Don’t ask me, the cadets wanted to make something nice for you. They were worried.”

Once Erwin and Hange can be heard moving further down the medical wing while Hange happily chats the other’s ear off, Levi moves from the chair he had rudely claimed. He nudges you, silently requesting you to shuffle over to give him room on the uncomfortable bed. Once he is settled, you rest your head on his shoulder as he carefully brings his arm around you, protectively pulling you close to his side.

“Just them?”

“Tch, shut up and eat your meal.”

Year 854, now:

Thick clouds of dust begin to settle over the ruined ground, it sticks to your hot skin as you breathe heavily. Silence uncomfortably blankets everyone as they let the moment sink in. You had done it, you had all succeeded. Not that it feels like a success.

Your whole body screams out with each movement you make, you had stopped keeping up with your injuries hours ago, simply having more important things to focus on. The stakes were too high to risk caring for every injury. The adrenalin and fear had kept the pain manageable as you pushed your body to its limits, but now, nothing can help as you try to stifle your whimpers.

You don’t know how to feel, already emotionally and physically past your breaking point. You can hear Armin wail somewhere behind you, the sound is haunting as each scream stabs deep into your heart. You don’t want to turn around; you can’t will yourself to do so. You know you should be there to help comfort everyone, but your body is frozen. You’ve always been good at lending a comforting shoulder to the 104th cadets in the past, but now you doubt that anything you do could bring any peace to them.

With Armin's sobs breaking the tense silence, sound reluctantly returns to the world. The bitter victory has no celebration, only relieved sighs and mourning.

You spot Levi from a distance, perched against a fallen rock. Dark blood slowly oozes out from his extended leg, having been broken multiple times and further injured during the final battle.

You allow yourself to feel happy, knowing that he will be alright and that you are both alive.

Your stubborn body unfreezes, despite the pain and exhaustion, allowing you to slowly stumble your way towards him. Your eyes are glued to the destroyed ground as you approach your captain. You take the time to rack your brain of things to say, what can you even say after everything you have both been through? Everything feels too casual, too insignificant compared to the lifelong trauma, both the physical and mental kind, that has been thrust upon you both in the past couple of weeks. You feel selfish for your happiness at his survival, having said too many goodbyes in such a short period. Too many good people have been lost in the twisted war.

“Well, look who showed up…”

Levi’s tired voice stops you in your tracks and your question dies in your throat with a quiet choke when you look up to the crowd now surrounding you.

They are all there: Erwin, Hange and their squad, Levi’s squad, and the dozens of scouts that had risked everything to get you both where you are now. Your eyes blur with thick tears as you catch Hange’s eye, gazing at you in sadness. You want to scream, to run away, to run up and embrace them. You try to compose yourself, but the tears pour down your cheeks when you see the spirits of your squad smiling at you in pride.

“Hey boss, you’re looking pretty banged up” The tall redhead of your group approaches, you remember the day he first joined your squad, all smiles and false confidence. Next to him stands his closest friend, you had chosen both of them at the same time, not wishing to split them apart. Next to them is your second in command, a quiet girl with a strong heart.

“Hi Leon, you can say that again. It’s good to see you again… It’s really good to see you all.” Your voice wavers as you take in the sight of them all, you gradually lost them one by one. Some before Eren’s little stunt, some after. Yet each loss hit hard.

“We’re proud of you, we knew you could do it.”

Your team salute you and the captain one last time before joining the others, fading away with a mixture of emotions on their faces. Some are sad to leave you both behind, some are happy to have gotten a final goodbye at last and some are relieved to see you still alive.

You take in a deep breath, willing your bruised heart to slow down before it bursts out of your chest. Your hands feel numb and you feel your body begin to shake as your mind tries to catch up.

“Oi, sit down before you hurt yourself even more. You look like you're about to pass out.” Levi’s voice is void of emotion as his damp eye looks up at you in concern. You sigh before waddling over to him, your body feels like stone as you collapse against the hard rock, being careful to keep a gap between your bodies, not wanting to possibly hurt him.

“I feel like I might, I also feel like I’m about to be sick.” In any other situation, you would laugh at the way his face scrunches up in disgust at the thought.

“If you do that, you better lean the other way. I don’t want to be covered in it.”

You allow yourself to let out an amused scoff, it feels unnatural to laugh as you scoot closer to him to lean your pounding head against his shoulder.

“Aye aye, captain.” You weakly raise your fist to your heart, giving him a lighthearted salute. You hear a small scoff of his own in return.

“How…how are you doing?” Your whispered words crack as they fall past your lips and you feel him stiffen beside you.

“Good question, you?”

“...Good question, I’m going to go with tired for now.” You can feel your energy quickly fade as black splotches begin to take over your vision, and your body feels light and heavy at the same time.

Levi’s hand brushes your own. He gingerly takes your hand, softly rubbing circles into the back of your hand. “I’m going to need you to control your breathing, you’ve already lost a lot of blood with your current injuries. I need you to stay awake until we can get you sorted. Alright?”

You give him a non-committal hum in response as you try to keep your eyes open. They feel like lead and you want nothing more than to fade into the warm embrace that sleep would bring.

Even besides Levi, the panic continues to swirl around you, dancing maliciously with the pain and nausea. A part of you knows that there is no reason to be scared, you won, yet everything is still unknown. Where do you go from here? Can either of you last for much longer in your sorry states?

Before you can get too lost in your mind, a sharp wave of pain rushes through you when Levi gives you a gentle jab with his elbow, his eyebrows are furrowed with worry as you let out a deep grunt.

“I’m serious, don’t you dare fall asleep until we know you’re in the clear. Do you hear me?”

His words are harsh and yet you can hear the frantic worry that's hidden just below the surface. You want to reply, to tease him for his worry, just like old times, but when you go to open your mouth, you feel as if you are miles away. The world grows darker and the part of you that's not overwhelmed with panic feels guilty for the added stress now thrown onto Levi.

Light chatter surrounds you when you open your eyes, you squint as the harsh sunlight invades your vision. You can feel a thin blanket covering your body and a stiff pillow supporting your head; you feel groggy as you try to take in your surroundings and you mumble incoherently. The chatter dies instantly, a blurry head popping up in your light of sight, blocking the sunlight peaking through the medical tent flap.

“Captain Levi, they’re awake!” Connie’s voice booms through the small, cramped tent. You wince as his voice pierces through your skull, causing it to pound angrily. You had hoped you could sleep through the worst of your injuries, but you have never had the best luck.

“We can see that, quiet down.” Levi’s voice causes your heart to lighten. You groan as you bring yourself to sit up within the medical cot, Levi’s hands holding onto you tightly as he helps guide your stubborn self into a comfortable sitting position.

Connie is hovering nervously by the side of your bed, while Jean and Armin are sitting on the floor nearby. Levi has claimed the singular chair within the tent, placing it as close to the cot as possible. His leg has been wrapped up in bandages once more while his old ones have been replaced with clean ones. You scan his body for any more serious injuries, relaxing when nothing new stands out.

“Hey, I’m alright. We’re all okay.” Levi gives you a knowing look as the rest of the group nods in reassurance.

“Mikasa has already left…She wanted to leave with Eren before…They wouldn’t have given him a decent burial here.” Jean says awkwardly, unsure of what to say or how to say it.

“Way to make things depressing, Jean.”

“Alright, how would you have told them, Connie? I would love to know.”

“Enough, don’t start, you two.” The pair stiffen as Levi’s gruff voice cuts their bickering short.

“Sorry, captain.”

You watch the shenanigans in amusement, your eyes shining with more tears as you take the moment in. They are all okay, they will be okay. The gloom that surrounds you all begins to vanish as a new form of normalcy tries to settle in.

Levi gives them a stern look before slowly standing from his chair. You watch as he grits his teeth, doing his best to keep his mask of nonchalance firmly in place despite the agony he feels.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think? I’m going to find you something to eat. You’ve been asleep for hours and I know you haven’t managed to eat much during all the bullshit.” “Levi…” “What? You’re a damn brat when hungry, it’s more for our sake than yours.” You can’t help the smile that finds its way onto your face despite your concern. You can hear the others snicker, trying to stifle their amusement before he turns on them as well.

“Oh, captain. It’s alright, please sit down.” Armin rushes up to Levi, his hands hovering before him as if he’s scared to try and place them upon Levi. After a moment of uncertainty, Armin proceeds to gently help Levi sit back down. Your heart warms as you watch Levi reluctantly accept their help without any pushback.

“Connie has already sorted out the snacks,” Armin explains in response to Levi’s questioning glare.

“Yeah, I found a basket of fruit and sandwiches that everyone had put together when we made the camp. Before anyone says anything, I know it’s bad considering…yeah…but I managed to swipe a few for us.”

You thank Connie as he tosses a slightly squashed sandwich in your direction, not realising just how hungry you are as you bite into it. You feel Levi’s hand grasp yours as he slowly eats his own. A peaceful silence falls over the tent, only to be quickly broken.

“Hey, Armin. That was pretty brave of you, y’know.” Connie’s loud whispering catches the attention of everyone as you all slowly turn to watch the pair. Armin raises his eyebrows, confusion plastered clearly on his face.

“Telling the captain what to do like that. I’d have fainted if I were in your shoes.” “Well…” Armin takes a moment to consider his words, a playful gleam in his eyes.

“Remember 4 years ago? He did say we could tell him what to do when all the titans were dead.”

Your eyes widen as your shoulders begin to shake with restrained laughter. Jean and Connie are frozen in shock as Levi lets out a loud groan.

“I was hoping you kids had forgotten that, don’t get cocky.”

You don’t miss the way his voice softens as the group's playful behaviour sinks in. You squeeze his hand, receiving a light squeeze in return when you shuffle to lean closer to him.

His voice is low, just loud enough for you to make out his whispered words.

“I think we’re going to be alright.”

“Yeah, I think we will be.”

#not my writing #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #aot x reader #levi ackerman x you #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #snk #GATWIGWGSV #sbmvadueoudjh #im ceying #levi people are so talented #ol ove this

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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what if i said hear me out

#one of us is walking outta that room pregnant #and it ain't me #zestial #zestial hazbin hotel #zestial morde #hazbin hotel zestial #zestial x reader

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Me an whit both listen to those half cringe bf/gf audios because we're both bi failures with no pull

I choked laughing but yes you’re right

#whit young #danganronpa despair time #whit ml

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switch! doppelgänger francis mosses x dom! gn! reader x sub! francis mosses

summary: double-teaming the real francis with doppel! francis

wc: 1.4k

content warning: nsfw, cock can be viewed as a strap, nipple play (personal fave), throat-fucking, blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk, doppel francis is referred to as doppel, wrist burns, tied up francis

author’s note: hellooooo my lovelies !! here is the long awaited fanfic that will hopefully satiate everyone’s preferences from the francis mosses poll yesterday (so i'm a pathalogical liar bc the way this was just sub! francis...) i plan to write many, many more sub! francis content because i cannot imagine him any other way. hope you guys enjoy this :) not proofread, minors please dni !!

“hhGHK-”

“can’t hear you that well down there, francie. speak up f’me?” you smile devlishly, tilting your head to look down at your crotch. francis knelt there with brusied knees, sucking your cock, stroking what he couldn’t fit with two hands.

another francis emerged from behind you, chuckling at his dupilcate’s pitiful state. “is that what the francis of this world is really like? a milk delivery man during the day, then a pathetic little whore who chokes on cocks back at home?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“c’mon, use me too. i would never whine like this while suckin’ on that…” his fingers trailed down your v-line to the base of your cock. “i’m different from this loser…” he pouted, placing his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look.

“m-mmnMPFH, g-GHK!” francis moaned, the vibrations shooting through your cock. he was whiny, but that’s what turned you on the most about your desperate little boyfriend.

you chuckled, gripping at his hair to make him look up at you. “don’t forget to look at me while i fuck your throat, francy,” you instructed as he nodded as best as he could with tears pricking his eyes. the look he gave you was so priceless, his mouth stuff full with your fat cock and drool dripping down his chin.

“yeah, but my dirty boy takes my cock the best,” you praised, making doppel frown. you thrusted your cock deep into francis’ throat, hitting the back of his throat every time you made even the slightest movement.

his eyes rolled back at the thickness and length of your cock, as he exhaled through his nose heavily. he felt his hands drifting down to his bulge, humping the carpet underneath.

you noticed, finally knowing what to do with doppel. “actually, i need you to take care of my needy little boy down there…” you shot francis a glare, shaking your head in disappointment. he whimpered at the action, his eyes widening with tears immediately streaming down his cheeks.

you pulled him off your cock, his saliva connecting to the tip. “haagnh…” he mewled out, his tongue still stuck out, waiting for a sweet treat. “c-cum on my tongue, please…” he begged, placing the tip of your cock on his tongue.

“such a needy boy. always wanting more than what you’re given, huh?” you tutted, grabbing your middle of your cock to tap it roughly on his tongue. he could only moan, feeling his hips shake in anticipating.

“that’s why i have him. to help me discipline you,” you pulled at doppel’s bow to tug him closer, untying it in the process. “c’mere francie. up on my lap,” you patted your lap, holding a hand out for him to get up.

he followed suit, stumbling over his feet a bit, but ultimately sitting on your lap with his back pressed against your chest. his cock was aching in his stupidly tight pants, begging to be let free. his face flushed at the sight of a very different, yet similar version of himself in front of him.

“doppel, c’mere sit on francie’s thigh,” you motioned him over, straightface. you, on the otherhand, begun to tie francis’ wrists above his head with the tie you had previously acquired. doppel obediently followed your instructions, sitting on one of francis’ spread thighs.

“w-what’re we doing?” francis stuttered, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.

your arms looped around his body, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. he jolted. “just punishing you,” you smiled, giving doppel a look. he quickly caught on, unzipping francis’ pants, palming him through his underwear.

your pointer finger tickled at his sensitive nub, while the other hand pinched at his already hardened nipple. francis’ weak spot was his nipples. the way he reacted when you even grazed his nipples made you want to bend him over a bucket and squeeze them until milk came out.

“o-oooH! hnnghh…w-why through my s-shirt?” he whimpered, jutting out his wet lower lip.

you gave him no response, flicking at his buds with your nails, making his arch his back. “gHK! y-you’re too, mnGHHK, rough!” he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. you loved to twist and tug at his nipples.

it was his fault for wearing such a tight uniform shirt. he was just asking to have you toy with his neglected buds that always poked out from the slightly nudge from the shirt fabric. your hands grope his chest, fingers rubbing over them quickly.

doppel wasn’t neglecting francis’ cock either. he was playing lazily with the wet spot on francis’ underwear that leaked pre-cum. it stuck to his pointer finger when he dragged it away, making doppel chuckle at his copy’s sensitivity.

“feel good, francie? squirmin’ so much, hm?” you placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the way his lips shaped into an “o”, mewling at the way you played with his perky nipples. you’d tug on one, flicking the other one quickly.

“g-good, HNGH, o-oghhh...s-so gnhh…” he could barely get a word out, lewd noises just falling out of his lips. you stopped teasing his nipples before slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

doppel wasn’t taking francis seriously, stroking at a pace he thought was slow, but inhumanely too quick for francis. “human dicks are so small. you pleasing anyone with this tiny little guy, huh?” he teased, making eye contact with francis. “oh look, more pre-cum spilled out!”

francis felt how wet his cock was getting, covered in dopel’s spit and his own pre-cum. when he thought he only had to focus on doppel, your hands came back to grope at his chest. you could now visibly see the pink plushness of his nipples.

“looks like something might come out if i squeeze hard enough, right francie?” you whispered in his ear, rolling your fingers around the bud.

“same thing on my end,” doppel chimed in, rubbing his thumb over francis’ slit.

francis shivered at the thought, feeling his high come at lightning speed. the way the tips of your fingers would flick at his nipples combined with doppel’s inhumane strokes made the poor boy explode.

“ooonghhh, ‘m c-cumming soon, mmngh! HGK! c-cumming!” he bursted into doppel’s palm, collapsing into your arms. your movement slowed slightly, but you continued to flick at the tips of his nipples.

doppel took note of this, playing with the slit of his dick, playing with the foreskin. “human stamina is so pathetic. surely you’re not done now?” doppel leaned down, lapping francis’ cum with his monstrous cum.

“UGHK? i-i jus’, hic, came…hnnn…” he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling his aching tip burn. regardless of his pleads, he still rutting his cock into doppel’s mouth for additional friction.

“show me what your pretty chest looks like now, francie,” you ordered, as he puffed out his chest for you to see properly over his chest. you hummed deciding to untie him so he could give you a real show.

his wrists were red from shaking against the restraints so you pressed chaste kisses against the burns. “that’s not how you show me, is it?” he shook his head, shaking from the way doppel was sucking his dick.

francis’ fingers stretched the skin around his nipples, properly showing you the puffiness of his teased buds. he looked up at you with his fingers strewn across his chest with a teary-eyed expression.

“such a perfect boy f’me,” you praised, ruffling his locks. “so good that you can take another hour of teasing before taking my cock, right?” you grinned, your hands finding their rightful spot on his chest.

‘e-EUGH! yesyesyes…i can take it, hngh!” he nodded furiously, his hips shaking like a dog in heat.

“good boy,” you nodded, sticking your fingers into his already open mouth. you and doppel had a long night ahead of you.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #x reader #that's not my neighbour #not my writing #sobbing #why isnt he real #i need him #borh of them #i just need to pin him down by his hips and suck his tits till i get milk #thats not alot to ask for #Favorite

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sub! francis mosses x gn! reader

summary: save a cow, milk the man

wc: 980

content warning: nsfw, mentions of blood (don't normally like it but on this man...), mention of death, overstimulation, nipple play, hand job

author's note: guys...this man is taking my fyp by STORM and i love it. if you haven't seen kaworinx's fanart of francis on tiktok, then you are missing out because oh my goodness gracious. never written a sub man before, so this may be rough,,, hope u enjoy this though!! not proofread, minors please dni !!

you knew damn well this man wasn't your neighbor.

his lip was puffed out, begging for you to let him in. even though, he was smeared in blood from head to toe, he thought that you were stupid enough to fall for his fake tears.

"please let me in. needa wash up," he whined, pawing at the window. you wanted to laugh at his theatrics, but kept a straight face. "just went on deliveries so 'm soaked."

soaked in blood, you thought, biting back a smile. "i think i need a little more convincing, francie," you crossed your arms, leaning over the panel of buttons beneath you.

"but look, my id's match!" he huffed, showing you his id which was nearly identical to the one you had on file, but you were certain he was an imposter. your neighbor was nowhere near this whiny.

"your faces might be the same, but what about under that uniform, hm?" you shrugged, crossing your arms. "you gonna prove it to me, mr. mosses?"

he nodded with a blush, though it was hard to see through all that blood. the real francis never would've agreed to such absurd terms. this new francis was so desperate and eager for approval.

"kay, lift your shirt me, yeah?" you smirked, not expecting him to follow you so obediently without a fight. but he lifted his shirt, biting on it to hold it up for you to see his chest.

his voice was muffled, but you could still hear him say, "hnn, ish thish good enuff?" he'd loop his fingers through his buckle loops, looking up at your with doe eyes, awaiting your approval.

you scoffed at his bashfulness, suddenly feeling interested in this obedient version of francis. "mind stretching those pretty little things for me, sweetheart? wanna see if they're real," you instructed.

his long, pale fingers slipped over his nipples, stretching at the skin to show that they were indeed very real, and very tempting to tease. "like...thish? mngh..." he muffled through his uniform fabric, holding back a moan.

"perfect, francie! such a good listener, hm?" you praised, another bright idea popping into your mind as you allowed him to enter.

the scene was very different this time. francis was sitting on the edge of the bed, his weeping cock in your hand as you had jerked him to an orgasm from the nth time that night.

"y-you do this, hnnnGH! h-how many, aahhh, times?" he gasped out, balling the sheets into his fists when you had increased your pace.

you slid your thumb over his abused tip, watching how his pre-cum spilled out so quickly. "i do this kinda thing with the real francis every. night." an obvious lie. but he wouldn't know that.

the real francis was dead anyway.

"so you think you can take it. be my little replacement, yeah?" you whispered in his ear, your fingers creeping up to his chest to toy with his stupidly perky, plump nipples.

his mouth was shaped in an 'o' with his pretty, brown eyes rolled back, unable to utter a word. he could feel his next orgasm approaching soon and it made him want to cry.

"ooh, oh! 's so-so fast, hnngh!" he threw his back, huffing profusely. he couldn't even process what you were saying. it was all going so fast. your hand, his heartbeat, the rate at which he was gonna cum again.

you, unsatisfied with his answer, squeezed his cock, not letting his release as he so desperately wished to. "francis, answer me properly. can't hear you over all that babbling," you scolded, rubbing at his tip.

"ooOOHH...'mmngh.. s-sorry," he mewled out, rutting his cock into your hand like a fleshlight. "'m l-losing my mind, ngh," he confessed, looking at you with such a pretty expression.

there was drool dripping down the corner of his lips and tears trickling down the apples of his cheeks. his lips were puffy and abused from the suckle and biting at his lower lip. he looked so perfect for you.

"but you can still talk. you haven't completely lost your mind, huh?" you feigned innocence, pinching at his nipple, making his jolt in response.

"n-not my n-nghh, nipple please. 's so, oh, sensitive," he moaned, dipping his face into the crook of your neck. he could barely support himself, just melting into your touch at this point.

you pinched and prodded, twirling your pointer around his bud agonizingly slow. he shuddered at the contact before you started to pinch and tug. he was losing his mind. his nipples were so, so sensitive when you played with them like that.

you continued to torture them, not giving him any time to rest. "you wanna cum right, francie?" you cooed, mirroring his hasty nod. "then you gotta beg, hm?"

his dignity couldn't be stripped away any further. he came in your hand so many times and his nipples have been relentlessly teased for hours, begging would be the least of his worries.

"p-please, hnn...let m-me cum? please? w-wanna, ngh, cum so bad for you," he pawed at your chest, his nose brushing up against yours. you could feel the heat of his breath from the closeness.

you obliged to his wishes, wrapping your fingers around his cock, stroking him as quickly as you could. "such a good boy f'me. begged so well, francie," you praised, holding him by his chin so you could stick your thumb in his mouth.

with him rutting into your hand and you playing with his chest and cock, he came quickly. except he didn't.

"francis?" you looked down at him, watching him twitch in your hold. he was covered in sweat, spit and cum, shaking from his dry orgasm. "i thought you were the milkman?" he looked up at you, shuddering at the look you gave him.

"where's my milk?"

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #milkman #thats not my neighbor #x reader #smut #nsfw #not my writing #AHHHHHHH #he #I #one of us is leaving that room pregnant #and it aint me #hes so #even his dopples #theyre just silly #ill squish their cheeks everyday #favorite of all time yes yes yes #Favorite

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Pairing: Nikolai x GN!reader

Content Guidance: NSFW. Sub!Nikolai. Overstimulating Nikolai on his birthday and making him squirt. Sex toys (fleshlight, anal vibrator, handcuffs), tickling his balls, no safe word. Nikolai asks reader not to stop even when he begs and they do not stop. Approx 725 words.

Nikolai snapped his fingers, extinguishing the candle on his birthday cake as if by magic and bowing dramatically to your applause. Ever the showman.

“And now you can make a wish," you told him. "I'm giving you complete freedom. Freedom to choose exactly what I do to you.”

“Is that so? Anything I want?”

You grinned, closing the gap between you and curling the tip of his long white braid around your fingertip. “Anything. So, what'll it be? Do you have a birthday wish?”

The clown stood in silent contemplation for a few moments more before he spoke with utmost certainty. “Only one. I want you to keep going, even if I beg you to stop.”

Four orgasms later, handcuffed to the bed and drenched in sweat, Nikolai was barely even capable of uttering a single word. His eyes rolled back as you switched modes on the vibrator buried inside his ass, choosing an irregular rhythm which hummed against his prostate mercilessly. The fleshlight in your hand dripped with a foamy mixture of lube and cum, the tip of his cock peeking out of the top of the silicone tunnel, dark red and far too sensitive.

He was such a big man, sturdily built, ruthless, wicked, and wonderful. And he was completely helpless when it came to you.

“Oh Kolya, you're so lovely…” you cooed, leaning down to kiss his thick inner thighs. They truly were works of art; muscular but with just enough give to make them soft and plush. You could spend forever between them, nibbling, kissing, sucking, biting, leaving little red marks on his snowy skin. And he loved that too.

He moaned, “Mm… ptitsa… I don’t think I have anything else to give you.”

“I don’t believe you, Kolya. Besides, I forgot about your balls. Your ass and cock are getting so much attention, I think your balls deserve some too.”

Despite his exhaustion, he was still smiling, fucked-drunk and delirious with pleasure. His last orgasm had been completely dry; his legs trembling, back arching, the muscles in his belly clenching violently as he sobbed through it. But his tears were apparently the only fluid he had left in him.

That simply wouldn't do.

A sweet giggle burst from him as you spider-walked your fingers along his inner thighs to his balls, tickling them with your fingertips and feeling them tighten almost instantly.

“Ooo… sensitive,” you grinned.

“No! No! Not that!” he laughed, “Aha! Oh you’re eeevil! No!!”

Nikolai thrashed as you continued your assault, his movements forcing his cock deeper into the fleshlight and making him whine between fits of spluttering laughter and protests. He was so pretty when he laughed, and when he cried, and when he came. He was just pretty in general, and having him completely at your mercy, writhing and gasping was too wonderful.

The vibrator inside his ass still hummed rhythmically, nestled firmly against his prostate, completely overwhelming him with stimulation.

“Can you withstand it for as long as it takes me to sing Happy Birthday?” You asked, a cruel smile curving your lips. He was already a complete wreck, but just to push him a little bit further, you tickled the tip of his cock with one of your fingertips, teasing his little slit and relishing his choked cries of pleasure and torment.

“Haaaappy birthday to you,” you sang, slowly.

“PLEASE NO!”

“Happy birthday… to you…”

He threw his head back and whined, biceps straining as he fought against the cuffs on his wrist.

“Happy birthday… dear… Koyla…”

“I’m– oh what’s–”

“Haaaaappy birthdaaaaaay… to… you…”

“Oh fuck… holy shit!” He erupted, a thick, clear fluid spraying out of his cock, covering his belly, his thighs, your hands and chest, drenching you both as he moaned and gasped. “Ohhh… oh… fuh-huck…ya konchayu!”

“Oh fuck yeah, Koyla, that’s it, I knew you had more for me.”

His eyes widened as he watched it spray from him; far greater in volume than any of his previous orgasms, and he said in a voice so frayed and soft you scarcely believed it was his. “Holy shit, I think you made me squirt, ptitsa.”

“I think so too. Whatever it was, it was hot.”

He chuckled and took a deep breath, exhaling with a contented ahhh, “This was a wonderful birthday.”

“Was?” you asked, dragging your finger through the slick coating his belly and using it to draw a little heart just below his navel. “Oh, sweet Koyla. I’m not done with you yet. You’re going to do that for me again.”

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I slept for like, twenty minutes, we're back in business baybee.

Anyways imagine cuddling up to kittyboy Sebastian at night. Your arms wrapped around his torso, and him snuggled up to you, his face in your neck as he enjoys your smell, something so uniquely you that he cant help but enjoy it.

Maybe it's raining outside, just a light drizzle to tap against the roof as you scratch at your husband's scalp, and he's purring so softly but so hard that your entire arm vibrates from his silent happiness.

He nuzzles deeper into you, looking up at you with starstruck eyes, and tilts his head up to kiss you, being sweet to try and coerce you into more head scratches. His tail sways lazily behind him as he enjoys your moment together.

He purrs again, though slightly more audible as you scratch him again, nuzzling back into you and fully content to turn into a stain on the blanket if it meant dying right here, happy and in your arms.

#stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley sebastian x reader #sebastian sdv #sebastian sdv x reader #jjjhhhhhhhhhhh #warming myself up to write Keenntttt #like deadass spongebob in anchor arms typa hyping myself up #e

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Okay I haven't written in literal months, but i was inspired by the little blurb about otter harvey at the bottom of @sashiavi 's goat Harvey post, so enjoy a ramble. Alot of my sleep tired brain escaped into this, sorry for how sloppy this is, i just wanted to vocalize my thoughts or my head would have exploded. I would carry 19 of Harvey's children if asked, peace.

CW: bit of a breeding kink, i reimagined/softened the mannerisms of otters during sex cause MAN, male otters SUCK, other otter things (harveys hydrophobic hair), lactation kink, me being a simp for this man, UHHh, shitty writing :)

Otter Harvey who gives you special things that made him think of you. From rocks to acorns to mushrooms to flowers to leave and so on, and being so blushy when he gives them to you, because its just acorns but it means so much to him. And he swoons when he finds out you kept them all.

Otter Harvey who holds your hand while y'all sleep, even though you're as close as two people can physically be without fusing together. He knows logically that you can't go anywhere, and even if you did, you'd be right back in his arms, but it feels so nice to have his hand on yours.

Otter harvey who eats sea urchins in secret, not because of someone finding out he eats them, but because he has to yank one out of Vincents mouth after he saw Harvey eating them, and he didn't want to cause anyone any extra undue stress.

Otter Harvey who has to take showers with slightly more intense temperatures so that he can actually wash his hair, otherwise it rolls right off of his hair. The only time he won't is when you take a shower with him, because he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable because of him, and even then, after you get out he'll change the temperature so he can actually get clean.

Otter Harvey who, if you end up having kids, is the best fucking dad. He teaches them literally anything and everything, and sits at the table responding to their toddler gibberish with full blown sentences. He takes them to school, plays anything they want, and is a total pushover sap for them, no matter what happens. (He is also 110% a girl dad)

Otter Harvey who bites higher up on you than he probably should, but he can't help it when you make him feel such mind numbing pleasure. So now you have hickeys on your cheeks, lovebites around your nose and mouth, along with all the marks he leaves along your body.

Otter Harvey who has such a rampant breeding kink that on "bad" days, he'd fuck you over and over until he's so drained he's lightheaded and overwhelmed, and he feels guilty for fucking you like that, even though he's still inside of your puffy cunt.

Otter Harvey who can't help but moan and whimper as he fucks into you, digging his nails into your hips as your pussy seems to suck him deeper, your walls clenching around him in a downright mean way as he bites and sucks anywhere he can get his mouth to.

Otter Harvey who often and loudly verbalizes how he wants to stuff you full right as he's about to cum, drilling the head of his cock harder into your spongy walls.

Otter Harvey who, when he gets jealous, will hold you down by your neck, or might even just hold you down by your hair, as he drills into you, harder than he normally would dare. His mouth turns downright filthy, spewing the nastiest words you'll ever hear in your life, as he hefts your leg over his shoulder.

Otter Harvey who can, will, and has spent hours buried with his face between your legs, looking up at you with those pretty eyes in search of your approval. He wants you to pull on his hair to guide him, wants you to pull until his scalp burns.

Otter Harvey who whines so damn pretty when you ride him, his cock kicking on your hand as he eyes roll back, his nails digging into your thighs. He mumbles whispered gibberish, which could almost be pleas, but are too garbled to fully make out.

Otter Harvey who will suck on your tits until you produce a few beads of milk, which he gratefully laps up and swallows like it's heaven on earth. Of course afterwards he gets anxious, wanting to make sure it's not galactorrhea, and wanting to make sure you're healthy.

Otter Harvey who would bend over backwards to make sure your happy, who would wait on your hand and foot so that you feel properly appreciated. He loves you, and knowing you love him back is all he needs.

FUCKING OTTER HARVEY IM GONNA RIDE HIM IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

#stardew valley smut #stardew valley #harvey stardew valley #harvey sdv #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley harvey x reader #harvey sdv x reader #sdv harvey x reader #hybrid #i lobe hin #i wanna squeeze #he #he just #i just #i want him #so much

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