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cas-skz · 1 year

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Hey there! Can I request for a San and Seonghwa fic with daddy kink, fingering, double penetration, mirror sex, lots of dirty talk Basically San and Seonghwa just fucking f!reader dumb;;

IM SORry this took so long. I hope it makes you dululu 🫶

[non-idol AU - Established relationship]

18+!! MDNI!!!

San’s hand gripped your neck from behind, his muscles practically popping out of his shirt as he kissed your jaw and cheek. You held the cold sink to stay balance, eyes focused on San as he worked his free hand under your skirt. “You couldn’t even wait til we got home?” San breathed in your ear, his fingers starting to rub your bare clit. “Where did your panties go?”

“Daddy ‘Hwa told me not to wear them.” You say innocently, flashing him puppy dog eyes in the mirror.

“Hm, and you always listen to your daddies, don’t you princess?”

“Of course daddy. I’m your good little girl.”

“Yes you are.” San whispered, his hand turning his neck in your direction to roughly kiss your lips.

His fingers worked quickly against your clit, easily sliding with the help of your wetness.

“You’re gonna make me cum daddy.” You moaned into his mouth, your head falling onto his shoulder as your body started to rock in his grasp.

“Do you want to cum for me princess? Or are you saving it for later.”

“Please daddy.” You whined, feeling a trickle of warm liquid running down your leg. “Please daddy, I want to cum for you now.”

“So hurry up and cum, ‘Hwa is waiting for us.”

Your body sunk into his as you peaked, trying your best not to be to loud as pleasure rocked through your body.

“About time, I was debating breaking the door down and joining.” Seonghwa chuckled as you and San emerged from the McDonald’s family bathroom

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait. I’m just so wet and needy,” you pouted, playing with the hem of your skirt. “I’m ready to go home now daddy.”

It didn’t take long after getting in the door for both boys to be all over you. Seonghwa lifted you up and plopped you on the counter. “I have to put the groceries away.” You giggled as Seonghwa sucked on your neck, leaving light purple hickies.

“I got it.” San answered, poking your nose as he walked past.

Seonghwa pulled back a bit, one hand cupping your cheek, “Guess that means Daddy gets to play with you while we wait.” He said with a smirk, his lips crashing into yours into a heavy make out.

His hand slipped between your legs, spreading them apart, “Tell me what you want.” He hummed as his fingers creeped up your leg.

You looked at him with doe eyes, “I want you to make me cum daddy.”

Seonghwa’s middle finger slid easily into your wet entrance, quickly moving it back and forth. He watched as pleasure took over your facial expression.

Your head fell back against the wall as you finally felt the attention you’d been craving. “More, please.” You breathed, moaning loudly as he added another finger inside you.

You felt San’s presence on the counter next to you, another wave of pleasure rolling through you as his hand joined Seonghwa‘s between your legs, rubbing your clit.

San leaned in closer to you, kissing the side of your head and towards your ear. “Daddy needs some attention.”

Your eyes fluttered open as San took your hand and lead you towards his already exposed cock, the tip wet with precum.

Your hand wrapped around, barely able to grasp it as you started to stroke slowly. It was getting hard to focus on one thing at a time and before you knew it, the boys had sent you into another orgasm.

“Oh- fuck..” You gasped, attempting to squeeze your legs closed. Only to have them forced back open by Seonghwa.

“You always look so pretty when you cum.” San whispered in your ear.

“Thank you daddy.”

“Mhm, now be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock, I think someone’s eager to be inside you.” San chuckled, motioning his head towards Seonghwa.

“She’s only kept me waiting since this morning.” Seonghwa glared, a devilish smirk taking over his expression as he stood with his cock in hand.

You pushed yourself off the counter and in between the boys, your back to San as you lowered yourself to reach Seonghwa’s cock.

“It’s cute how worked up you get for me, daddy.” You smirked up at him, taking his length into your mouth for a moment before returning to your feet.

His hand wrapped around your neck almost immediately, his lips roughly crashing into yours as he pushed you back into San’s legs, who’s hands quickly found their way under your shirt.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” Seonghwa hissed against your lips, pressing a final deep kiss before turning you around and leaning you into San.

“Be good, spread your legs for Daddy ‘Hwa.” San smirked, pulling your hair into a pony tail in his hand.

You nodded, following San’s orders and positioning yourself in between his legs, your lower body stretched out, legs spread open and throbbing pussy waiting for Seonghwa.

His cock was buried deep inside you within seconds, thrusting hard with small quick strokes.

You moaned happily as you turned your attention to San, “Daddy Sannie, you’re always such a good boy for me.” You smiled, your body rocking into his as you took his cock into your mouth.

The once quiet kitchen was now filled with the sounds and smell of sex as your bodies slapped together.

Your tongue swirled around the tip of San’s cock before you lazily fell on his thigh, catching your breath as Seonghwa’s thrusts pushed you into another orgasm, “Fuck, that’s it baby girl. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Seonghwa moaned.

You felt your body release, a warm trickle falling down your leg.

San gently pulled your hair to bring your face back up, his thumb brushed slowly across your lip before pulling it down. “Tell him to fill your pussy up.”

You bit your lip and looked back at Seonghwa, “Please.” You moaned, pushing your hips into his, staring into his eyes with desire. “Please fill my pussy up daddy.”

You felt Seonghwa’s cock twitch with excitement as your walls continue to tighten, already begging for another release.

San pulled you up to him, his lips pressing deeply into yours as Seonghwa’s thrusts picked up speed.

“I want your cock too daddy Sannie.” You whined against his lips, “I want you both.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d asked, but Seonghwa always seemed to be over excited about the idea.

“Y/N, I’m — fuck, I’m cumming.” Seonghwa groaned, his hand slapping down on your bum as his hips jolted into yours, his load of warm cum shooting deep inside.

“Mhm, does daddy ‘Hwa like the sound of that?” You purred, wiggling your hips against him.

“Of course, plus it’s my turn to have your pretty little ass.” Seonghwa hummed, slowly pulling his cock from your entrance.

You twirled away from between the boys, taking one of your hands and running it along your pussy. “Someone’s going to have to clean me up.” You smirk, cleaning off your fingers with a few loud sucks before skipping off to the bedroom.

You couldn’t control your breathing as the boys shared turns eating you out, watching using their own method of tongue flicking and licking to make you cum for the 3rd time.

You had barely recovered when San swooped you up into his arms, your body clinging onto his weakly as he and Seonghwa positioned themselves on both sides of you.

Seonghwa’s hands ran slowly along your body, caressing his way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Are you ready for us baby? Do yo mu need anything?” Seonghwa whispered in your ear.

“Just fuck me please. I need my daddies inside me.”

San didn’t hesitate to lower you not his cock, stretching out your swollen and used entrance.

Your nails dug into San’s back as Seonghwa slowly pushed into your second hole, “O-oh yes, thank you daddy.” You moaned, your body feeling stuffed and warm with arousal.

It didn’t take long before your orgasms started rolling back to back, causing you to lose most of your senses.

Seonghwa and San were sucking and kissing at both sides of your neck, their hands were touching you all over, making you tingle even more.

“Please…” you gasped out, your body starting to tremble. San leaned back a bit, lifting your head to look at you, “What’s going on baby? Talk to daddy.” You pressed your forehead into his, breathing heavily, “I want my daddies to cum for me.” “Yea? Where do you want it?” Before you could respond, Seonghwa suddenly pulled out, his raspy moan loud in your ear as you felt his warm cum cover your ass cheek. “Couldn’t hold it, sorry.” He chuckled, placing a few kisses along your shoulder. “I’m gonna start the shower, see you there.” You blew Seonghwa a kiss as San laid you on the bed, your body weakly flopping back as San hovered over you. His demeanour went dark as he lowered himself to you, his finger trailing along your jaw line. “All mine now.” You giggled quietly, watching as he teased your entrance. “All yours and you’re being a tease.”

San smirked down at you as he pushed just the tip in and out of your hole, watching as you pouted each time he refused to push deeper. “Say my name.”

“Sannie,” You giggled,

San furrowed his eyebrows, “Try again.” His voice was low as his continued to edge you on, now using his cock to rub circles on your clit.

Your breathing started to labor as pleasure built, only pushing San to move his leaking red tip even faster.

“Please…” You moaned, your back arching slightly off the bed, “Please fuck me daddy.”

With one slow thrust San bottomed out inside you, pushing you into an orgasm even without moving.

His lips found yours, kissing you softly as sweetly as his lips started to move slowly with yours, gradually picking up speed as your body shook with pleasure beneath him.

Your arms and legs wrapped tightly around San, holding him close as you both edged towards your next peak.

“You’re so perfect baby girl.” San moaned in your ear, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck and jawline.

You tugged his lips back to yours, kissing him roughly as he pulled your legs up, pushing himself deeper inside you.

“Daddy please…” You whined, watching as he focused on his cock penetrating.

Your eyes met with his as your walls started to contract, “Daddy…”

San’s hips started to slam harder as you both reached peak, your body sunk deep into the bed as you felt his warm cum coat your insides.

San’s body rested against yours, his raspy breath hot on your neck as your bodies calmed.

“You’re so amazing.” San whispered, pressing soft kisses onto your skin before pulling you off the bed with him.

You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, weak from all the attention you had just gotten.

San chuckled at you, shaking his head as he swooped you into his arms bridal style.

“Thank you Daddy” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your body dipped down into a hot bath, the soft scent of lavender calming you even more. Your eyes fluttered opened as Seonghwa dragged a warm cloth across your body, pressing gently at the small bruises that now covered your neck, breast and shoulders.

“I love you both.” You whispered, slowly drifting to sleep.

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neptunes-blue · 2 months

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hi guys it’s no. 1 John basilone fan checking in

#I’m NEVER attempting a proper background #hi john…..#john basilone #if this flops I might cry cause it took me 12 hours LMAOO #hbo war #the pacific #fanart #myart #digital art #hbowar #I decided to render in grayscale then go colour but it actually killed me #that’s my bf guys (trust)#gonna attempt to revive the basilone nation like I somehow did w that hillbilly piece…

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lomakes · 1 year

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What if Time Lords looked more alien? Featuring Thirteen with tapetum lucidum, more orange blood and sharper ears and nails because why not

#thirteenth doctor #doctor who #the doctor #dw fanart #dw #thirteen #lo art #im actually so so happy with this I’m gonna cry when it inevitably flops #I want to do some now with other doctors and maybe a few masters too #alien timelords

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sweaterrat · 7 months

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Portals Plus ✦ PROMISE

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Silence drifted around the resistance camp like a noiseless fog, thick with tension and grief. Winter was nearing which only made it worse for everyone. Winter in the apocalypse was frigid and unforgiving, especially way up north where they were. Right now, everyone was getting a preview of the harsh storms to come.

Being underground helped a little bit. It was warmer here and much safer versus the freezing, kraang-ridden world on the outside. Niyah sighed as she felt herself sink into the well worn out couch she laid on. Her eyes glazed over the half of dozens of kids on a mat, all huddled together under a thick blanket. Niyah had the privilege to look after these bundles of energy while their parents were out fighting a losing battle against the kraang.

Niyah’s expression fell into a meager frown as she watched over the children. Her heart broke for the children who no longer had parents. Their parents had passed while fighting the war. They were all far too young to be forced to go through something like this.

A sigh heaved from Niyah’s lungs; the kids weren’t the only ones who lost loved ones. It’s been a few days since Raph passed away. It’s been affecting everyone, even the kids! But of course, It hurt his brothers the most. Leo has been MIA, spirits know where the hell he’s been, and Kat had to step up as leader for a while (being his second in command, it was kind of her job to do so). Mikey was helping Kat take care of everything and everyone but there was an obvious lack of energy in his step. He wasn’t as bubbly as he was but he hid it well. And then there was Donnie. He had been shut up in his lab for the better half of a week.

The door to his lab was always locked and rarely opened. Niyah has never seen it open but sometimes she leaves food out for him and when she comes back, the whole plate is gone. She suspects that Donnie opens the door to take it but then again, anything could’ve taken it. She worried if Donnie had been eating at all. She had begged him to come out or at least let her come in, but she was always met with silence.

She couldn’t blame him— he was grieving just like the rest of them. Niyah only wished that she could see him and help him. He didn’t always have to do things alone (and frankly, she was feeling a bit lonely without seeing him).

With a small groan, Niyah sat up and stretched, finally getting off the couch and started walking to the food court. It was about time Donnie should eat.

As she entered the cafeteria, she was greeted by Baron Draxum. When Draxum wasn’t a warring warrior scientist, he was (once again) just the lunch lady. With the help of Daxum’s leftover mutagen, he could mutate fruits and vegetables into way bigger versions of themselves, helping to feed the hundreds of people who joined the resistance. Thank the stars, the food was still edible and Mikey sometimes helped out in the kitchen (Donnie was tasked with growing all the mutated crops because of his not-so-secret love for botany). Things were looking pretty good food wise.

“Greetings, human. Finally coming to eat?” Draxum was behind a counter, already preparing a plate of tonight’s dinner. It was baked potatoes!

“Hey, Drax,” Niyah greeted. “Nah, I’m just getting Donnie his fill.” She feigned a smile as she leaned against the counter Draxum was at.

The other slightly frowned. “You have to eat too, you know.” He grumbled, placing baked potatoes on a plastic plate.

“I know, I know. Not hungry, though, I’ll be fine.” Niyah halfheartedly chuckled, “It’s not like I do much around here anyways. Everyone else is fighting for a meal and I’m just… doing nothing.” Her eyes were downcast, feeling guilt twinge in her soul. She could’ve been doing so much more than babysitting, she thought. Don’t get her wrong, she loved hanging out with the kiddos, but she could be doing things actually useful.

“Don’t act as if you don’t help around a lot. You do so much more than you realize.” He reassured while handing her two plates of baked potatoes.

“Draxum,” She sighed, “I said I’m not—”

“I know what you said, I’m not deaf.” He grunted, going to the back to do whatever he was doing. “Now, go eat.”

Draxum may seem big and scary, but deep deep deep down, he’s a pretty great guy. Niyah smiled a little while rolling her eyes. “Alright, alright. Thanks, Drax.”

He only hummed in response, “Just make sure that boy takes care of himself too. You know how he can be when he gets upset. Losing someone you care about is not easy.” Niyah’s smile dropped and she nodded almost robotically.

“I’m off,” she said, waving goodbye to him. He returned the wave halfheartedly and went back to cleaning up.

Niyah treaded down the quiet halls. Most people would be asleep right now after dinner. It was pretty late out anyway (she thinks. It’s hard to tell time underground), but Donnie would definitely be awake. He always was for the past few times she’s brought him food.

Niyah approached the door to Donnie’s lab, slightly hesitating before giving it a knock. “Hey Don, I got you food.” She spoke somewhat hopefully, but, like usual, he didn’t respond. She sighed, “Can you knock to let me know you’re here?”

A moment or two later, Niyah heard shuffling on the other side of the door. First, the screech of a chair against the floor, something beeping then shutting off, soft footsteps… two soft knocks sounded from the inside. Niyah smiled, he’s here.

“I’m gonna leave it out here, okay? In the front.” She placed one of the plates of baked potatoes in front of the door. Usually, she’d leave after dropping his food off, but something told her to stay.

A minute later, the lab door creaked open just a smidge. Niyah’s eyes instantly darted to the opened part of the doorway, freezing in place when she made eye contact with…

“Donnie.” She sucked in a breath, staring at nothing but his eye (the other was hidden by the door). He looked just as shocked to see her. For a second, they just stood there, staring, but Donnie snapped out of it and snatched the plate of food.

Niyah flinched at the sudden movement but blinked and shouted “Wait!” But she was too late. The door quickly shut, leaving her stunned. She tried putting an ear to the door to hear something— anything, but it was silent. Niyah frowned and let out a heavy sigh. She’s not gonna lie, she’s missed Donnie a lot. He started sleeping in the lab (if he’s even been sleeping at all) rather than the usual room they shared. It was harder to fall asleep without him there and it was a lot colder as well.

She didn’t want to be a bother to Donnie, but damn, did she miss him. She missed their ‘Good morning’s and their ‘Good night’s, she missed sharing meals together or just being in each other's company, she missed how he’d call her stunning and how she’d get to call him beautiful every day. She missed their hugs and their kisses, she missed their cuddling when it got cold and her dragging him to bed when he was so obviously tired.

Damn, did she miss him. Niyah wondered if that was what Donnie was feeling about Raph— missing everything they did together.

She sighed, pressing her back against the door and sliding to the floor. Sure, it’s only been four days, but it felt like it’d been four years. Donnie was a big part of her daily routine and most of her day involved him. But now that he wasn’t here, her day was suddenly empty. Niyah squeezed her eyes shut at the familiar stinging in her nose. She cried way too easily.

It was a silent cry, something rare for her. Maybe she just didn’t want to be heard or she was embarrassed for crying like this in front of a door that she couldn’t open. She still did that annoying hiccup-gasp-sob-thing that she hated doing. All she could really do was scream internally into a noiseless void where no one else but she could hear.

She tried to tell herself that she was acting like a child. Everyone else was going through something much worse than her and here she was crying on the floor. With that thought, she quickly wiped her tears away.

‘Stop crying, damn it,’ Niyah repeated in her head until her body obeyed. She took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself and wiped the already drying tears from her eyes. She just sat there with that extra plate of baked potatoes in her hands, deciding that she might as well eat them so they wouldn’t go to waste (even though she wasn’t hungry).

This was the closest she’d get to eating next to Donnie again, so she enjoyed what little she had. Pressing her back impossibly closer to the door, Niyah pretended (hoped) that Donnie was just on the other side doing the same.

Niyah perked up at the soft shuffling on the other side of the door. It was closer than she had thought. Like earlier, two soft knocks sounded from inside. He wanted to know if she was there. Niyah nearly cried again. She debated whether she’d knock or not (what if she didn’t knock and he’d open the door again?) but she decided to be honest and gave two soft knocks back.

She smiled. At least he was here.

Suddenly the door creaked open— Niyah nearly fell back, but she caught herself last minute.

“Donnie…?” she called, but was once again met with silence. Cautiously, she stood up, leaving the empty plate of potatoes on the floor (for someone so un-hungry, she sure did tear up that plate). She put her fingertips to the door, unsure of whether to enter or not, but she took a deep breath, pushed it open and quickly closed it behind her.

It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. Her eyes surveyed the dark room, spotting messy piles of blueprints and books littered around. A jungle of scrap metal was scattered across the room. She noticed the walls had scratch marks and cracks that definitely weren’t there before. In the corner of the room, she spotted an empty plate of baked potatoes. Well, at least he ate.

Niyah’s eyes landed on a disheveled Donatello who was sitting at his desk. He didn’t acknowledge her but he definitely knew she was there.

“Donnie?” Niyah echoed, taking a few slow steps forward, unsure if she should be close to him or give him space. Donnie blinked tiredly and turned his head to her, his eyes flitting across her face. All the staring was making Niyah a bit flustered.

When he saw her fidgeting, he smiled and signed a slow ‘Hey.’

Niyah smiled widely. He was talking to her (well, signing, but she’ll take what she can get)! “Hey,” she copied and walked closer to sit in the chair next to him. “Are you doing okay?” She asked, subconsciously signing the words she was saying.

His little smile faded. He hesitated, lifting his hands like he was going to sign, but he never did. He only sighed through his nose and placed his hands on the desk again. Niyah stared at him, head tilted and brows drawn together in worry. Instinctively, her hand moved to hover over his. “May I?”

He looked over to her, his gaze flickering between her hand and her eyes. Eventually, he nodded bashfully.

Niyah let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and let her hand rest on top of his. Donnie’s hand was cold, it always was, but not like the harsh cold of winter. It was a refreshing kind of cold and it almost felt nostalgic to Niyah. She let the warmth of her hand seep into his as she watched him relax with a soft sigh. Slowly, he turned over his hand and let her palm touch his. They were calloused and firm, good for holding.

Niyah couldn’t help but feel giddy at the feeling. She was always giddy when it came to Donnie, no matter how long they’d been together. Everything they did felt like it was the first time again, from cuddling to kissing to holding hands. That spark was always there and Niyah admired it. A nervous smile made its way onto her face and the breathy laugh she let out caught Donnie’s attention.

He smiled warmly at her (spirits above, his smile was so beautiful) and moved his hand up her arm, to her shoulder, and finally let it rest on her cheek. Niyah leaned into his touch like she always did. She was so, so happy to see him again.

“I missed you,” she whispered, her eyes falling closed as Donnie cradled her face and let his thumb glide over her cheek softly. He exhaled and brushed a loc behind her ear affectionately as if he was saying ‘I know’.

“Why haven’t you talked to me all this time?” She suddenly asked. She felt Donnie’s fingers twitch anxiously. She opened her eyes to look up at him, a desperate tone in her voice, “Why are you trying to go through this alone?”

Donnie stayed silent, his eyes darting to the floor to avoid her persistent gaze. With a sigh, she whispered, “You’re not the only one who lost Raph, y’know.” This made him flinch and look up again. “We all did. We’re all sad and grieving, Donnie. Of course, not as heavily as you are, but you can’t just— you can’t push everyone away.”

She searched his light brown eyes desperately, feeling the sting in her nose again, but she ignored it. “Mikey and Leo need their brother right now. And I need my…” she trailed off. She had nearly called Donnie her husband even though they weren’t married. But it felt wrong to call him her boyfriend— they were so much more than just that. They practically were married but the title never stood anywhere. Niyah internally shook her head— why did that matter right now?!

“I-I need you too,” she stammered out, not knowing what else to say. Donnie just sat unmoving. Niyah searched his eyes for something— anything! Niyah had become better at reading Donnie’s expressions over the years. It was difficult at first (and sometimes it still is) but she caught onto all his tics and habits that determined his mood. Right now, however, Donnie was blank. He just slowly (and almost reluctantly) let his hand fall from her face. He no longer looked at her. Niyah nearly cried at that.

“Can you please say something? Or sign?” She pleaded but Donnie never responded or even looked her in the eye. She just wanted to help him in any way she could— it was what she was good at! Helping people was her thing! So why couldn’t she do it now? For a moment, she wondered if her being here wasn’t helping at all.

“Donnie,” she sighed, cupping his face with her left hand which made him let out a shaky breath and look up at her. “I’m here. And I’ll always be here when you need me. I love you and I want to help you, so please, just let me.” She pondered for a second and pulled her hand away, “Unless you want me to go?”

A look of alarm flashed in his eyes and he quickly grabbed her hands. “Stay,” he said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. Niyah’s eyes widened a bit at his voice— hell, even Donnie looked surprised. He sounded like he was in pain, she knew he was, and it hurt seeing him like this. “Please?”

Well, she couldn’t say no to that. “Okay,” she whispered back. Donnie held her hands firmly as if she’d run away if he didn’t hold her tight enough. Swiftly, he pulled her into a hug.

Donnie initiating things like this wasn’t rare but it was uncommon even though they’d been together for years now. Hugging in this position was a bit awkward while they were both sitting down. Donnie acknowledged this and effortlessly picked Niyah up and placed her down on his lap where he could hug her tighter.

Niyah giggled as he nestled into the crook of her neck (he knew that it was ticklish to her). His arms were wrapped around her waist comfortably and he felt like putty in her hold; completely and utterly vulnerable.

She petted his head soothingly, trying her best to comfort him. “You’re okay, Don. You’re gonna be okay,” she muttered to him. He stayed like that for a long time, taking long inhales and quivering exhales. Niyah couldn’t even imagine what he was going through. She’s only known Raph for a few years, but Donnie’s known him all his life. Sure, Niyah has lost family members before, but she was never close to her family like that. She couldn’t even begin to comfort him because she’d never been in a situation like that before.

Niyah then wondered what it’d be like if she had lost her own brother who was safe in her original universe. She wondered if her brother was feeling like how Donnie was feeling, like he had suddenly lost a sibling. God, it’s been years since she last saw her family.

“There’s just… so much going on.” Donnie let out a shaky breath. It sounded like he desperately needed to cry. He held her tightly, refusing to let go as if she’d vanish if he did.

“I know, love, I know.” Niyah continued to snuggle into him. His breathing was heavy and ragged, he sounded strained like he was holding something back. Niyah frowned.

“You can cry if you need to, Donnie. It’s okay.”

And with that, he finally let all his walls down. He sobbed in her hold, hugging her tighter and tighter. It was a little hard to breathe, but that was okay. Niyah’s heart broke at the sound of his sobs. At times like these, she honestly didn’t know what to do.

Donnie doesn’t cry often (at least not in front of her) so when he did cry, it was devastating to her. He was usually a silent crier, just letting tears roll down his face while keeping his expression fairly neutral, so seeing him sob like this hit so much harder. Niyah pressed a small kiss to the side of his head, whispering over and over “It’s okay.”

When Donnie calmed down a bit, Niyah pulled away from the hug, but just enough to see him. She held his face in her hands and finally got a good look at him. His caramel eyes were glossy with tears. With her thumbs, Niyah hooked the bottom of his mask and gently lifted it up and off his face, revealing his beautiful, purple markings and his tired eyes. She wiped under his eyes as if to wipe the dark circles away.

“I miss him.” His eyes flashed with an emotion so deep that even Niyah couldn’t understand what it was. It looked like he was whirling around in a sea of depression and grief so deep that he was drowning in it. His eyes were filled with so much pain, it almost made Niyah cry too.

“I know you do. I miss him too.”

He closed his eyes and sighed as he leaned into her touch. “I… I’m scared,” He mumbled, voice wavering. Niyah’s eyes softened.

“About?”

He hesitantly opened his mouth to speak, “Who’s going to be next? Mikey? Leo? You?” Niyah couldn’t possibly generate a response to that, so he kept going.

“What if I get too close to someone, and— and then they die? What if you…” He trailed off, the tears in his eyes returning but not falling.

“No one lives forever,” She said honestly. “And yeah, someday I will die.” Donnie flinched at her words, but it was the truth.

“But living life is about making connections— memories with people you never thought you’d meet! Would you rather you’d never met Raph, wishing that you got to know him when you had the chance, or would you rather be happy that you got to know him and you have these good memories of him so he could live on in your mind?”

Donnie fell silent, mouth agape as if to say something, but that something never came. He just exhaled loudly and rested his head on her shoulder. “I don’t want anyone else to die,” he muttered in her ear.

Niyah’s hand made laps running from the top of his head to the base of his neck. “I’m afraid you can’t control that, Don,” she whispered back.

“I know I can’t,” he growled, gripping his hands at the bottom of Niyah’s jacket. He let out a breath and his grip relaxed. “I just… I don’t know what I’d do if you died.”

Niyah’s heart sank at that. Her hand paused in her soothing rubs for just a moment, before stuttering and starting up again.

“I won’t,” she said sternly (not realizing how stupid that sounded; she wasn’t immortal).

Donnie all but scoffed, “You can’t possibly promise something like that.”

“Maybe not.” She trailed, “But,” pulling away from Donnie just so he’d look at her again. With one of her hands, she cradled his face. His beautiful brown eyes looked up at her and she had nearly gotten lost in them.

“For as long as I live, I will always be there for you. Every step, every breath. That I can promise.” Her voice was filled with so much confidence and yet it was soft; reassuring.

Donnie seemingly searched her eyes for any sign of deceit but in the end, found nothing but truth. She meant to keep this promise.

He exhaled, letting his expression soften. “Okay,” he mumbled. “Same for me.”

Niyah only smiled, glazing over his features again. “Have you slept at all?” She asked suddenly. Donnie blinked and shook his head, seemingly ashamed. Niyah sighed gently, “Donnie…”

He darted his gaze to the floor and started fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. He looked so drained; so tired.

“Wanna take a nap?” She suggested, making Donnie perk up a bit. Shyly, he nodded again and Niyah smiled. She carefully climbed off him and held out her hand. He took it in an instant and she led him up and out of the lab.

Donnie closed the door behind them before they continued their trek to their room. On the way, Niyah had spotted Draxum walking past. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of Donnie, smiling slightly and Niyah sent him a wide smile back with a small thumbs up.

When they had finally reached their quarters, no one spoke. They didn’t need words anyway.

Niyah set Donnie’s mask down on a small nightstand and put her various other things away while Donnie mindlessly followed her around like a sleepy duckling. She turned to her lover and helped him remove his battle shell (that's been on for god knows how long), exposing his soft shell to the elements.

A small shiver ran up Donnie’s spine in the absence of his armor, but he didn’t feel one bit panicked or anxious. He felt safe. Niyah treated him so softly, she was impossibly gentle with him and it was so… different. Living with 3 other brothers, gentle was almost nowhere in their vocabulary. Donnie didn’t like the idea of being treated like glass, but Niyah never made him feel like that. She made him feel like he was precious, not fragile; knowing his strength but still taking the time to treat him softly. This was something new and sure it’s been years now but it still amazed him.

God, he loves her.

“I love you,” he whispered as she put his mechanical shell away to the side. She nearly flinched at how random it was, but she smiled all the same.

“I love you too.”

And with that, they both settled into bed (it was much warmer with Donnie here even if he was cold-blooded) and Donnie nestled in the base of her neck. Niyah traced gentle patterns of stars and hearts on his shell, letting him relax into sleep. She whispered sweet nothings to him, kissing his forehead and listening to his soft churring. He was out like a light.

Niyah pulled him closer once she heard his calm breathing and small snores. She felt so protective over him seeing him like this. She wanted nothing more than for him to be okay because he deserved to feel safe and happy. Niyah swore she was going to do everything in her power to make sure he was okay.

That was her promise.

Matching Donnie’s breathing pattern with her own, Niyah was soon washed over with a wave of fatigue. Finally, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.

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WOOOO YAYAYYA I FINALLY FINISHED THIS WUAGHDSAJL oh my goodness. This was a nice little hurt/comfort fic to write :] I hoped yall enjoyed this! Don’t be a silent reader! I love comments so much it makes me so happy ^^ Love you all!! Have a great day <3 🍋

Big thanks to my beta readers @yourlocalartsonist @yosajaeofficial and @oleander-nin !!! 💛💕💛💕💛💕

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icarussrancidart · 3 months

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Same as it ever was

#this took so much work I’m gonna cry if it flops #taagnus #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #taako #taako taaco #magnus burnsides #digital art #favorites #id in alt text

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boobsluvr · 9 months

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Aquarium date

+ close ups

#south park #clyde donovan #craig tucker #sp cryde #ignore Stan and Kenny in the back #this took me a whole day to make #if this Flops I’m actually gonna cry #cryde #gay #i want to put them in a blender

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londonknights · 4 months

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hey my leafy friends pls feel free to join my lil serverino, i felt like we needed somewhere to be insane together <3

#my thoughts #i’m not gonna put this in main tags because i’d prefer it stayed kinda smaller #that said pls join if u want to!!#moots n followers n all y’all #if this flops entirely i will cry tho

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devoted-assassin · 5 months

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Okay, I did promise a lyric breakdown of the WALL, so here’s one under the cut. I’m so normal about this song lmao

Ok first of all, this part.

Ichika has struggled with expressing her emotions clearly, whether that’s through her lyrics, words, or just on her face (the latter of which had led to many people painting her as cold and dismissive). She’s improved a lot in this aspect, though.

Next part:

Throughout middle school, Ichika was completely withdrawn. Honestly, it was probably her way of protecting herself. She had no interest in making new connections when she was still latching so hard onto the past, so instead, she stayed distant.

Pulse of the Meteor touches on this a bit with “my distorted way of defending myself” among other lyrics but that’s a whole seperate breakdown.

And nextly:

This part is referring to Ichika never letting go of Saki in the hospital, with Saki being named after the sky. Ichika embraced that friendship tightly, as it was the thing that helped them both kept going through all their issues.

Also, regarding twilight:

The twilight sky refers to Ichika herself, named after the stars. She could be considered one of the brightest stars, as she never completely lost faith in her friends, even after all the time being pushed away. She still tried to reunite, to be that navigating force.

The past left scars. Ichika’s personality was permanently changed by the constant rejections. Going from more impulsive, to more soft-spoken. That won’t ever fully be undone (though that’s not a bad thing, which I will touch on later).

Continuing that point, despite the pain from the past, she’s moving past it with her friends. Making music that resonates with others.

L/N will always be there for Ichika, whether she falters or not, and she’s come so far from who she was at the beginning (A+ character development).

Next, this part refers to her dynamic with Shiho (the sun) and Honami (the moon).

Despite thinking that she’d already tried everything that she could, despite thinking that she already lost them for good, she still wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap between them.

Despite everything that happened, Ichika is so truly happy now. She hated being alone, hated losing the others. But it’s okay now. They’ve all healed from the past. They can enjoy their present and future now.

It’s a very common theme in l/n stories that these guys are not made to be without each other. All four of them need to be together. 4 = 1, after all. They keeping moving forward because they have one another.

“The joy that nearly suffocates us,

And the countless walls towering over us,

All of it, all of it, is for the sake of this voice!”

The overwhelming happinesses, and all the challenges that they will face — it’s all because of their band, because of their bond together.

“In a sea of fog so deep it drowns you,

On days when you just want to curse yourself,

The strength of your eyes that had always been there,

It brings me so close to tears.”

Ichika’s talking about the others here; she views them as so strong, something that they don’t always see, and it inspires her so much. They’ve always beeen a motivating force for her.

“This overflowing tattered melody, this rhythm, and the blue scars inside them,

From this moment onwards, they'll continue to mix together.”

This verse changed a bit, because she accepted that the past happened. Ichika’s living with the memories, and growing stronger from them.

Her personality change wasn’t necessarily a bad thing either. Ichika from the past before everything wasn’t better than the Ichika from now. If anything, between her impulsive side coming back, and her more thoughtful side now, she has a lot of things that her childhood self did not have.

Ok, and that’s all. Format change, because there is a limit to how many pictures a post can have apparently, sorry lol, hope you enjoyed or at least didn’t hate!

#if this flops i will cry #tumblr was glitching out so much cause of the length that i got tired lmao #now i’m gonna go in a comma that was long #pjsk #project sekai #leo/need #ichika hoshino #shiho hinomori #honami mochizuki #saki tenma #lyric breakdown #the WALL

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hey, sorry to ask, but could you do a sdv elliot x fisher reader 🤭 if not, that’s alright! i don’t wanna take your time from ya

of course! :D, im not too into elliot’s story but i’ll go based off of what i’ve seen and heard,,,

pairing: (sdv!)elliot/(gn! fisher!)reader

wc: 1.09k

cw: spoilers to elliot’s heart events, mutual pinning, fluff, gender neutral (no gender specific terms), use of platonic nicknames (bucko by willy), established friendship, friends to lovers

wiping your brow and setting your fishing rod to the side, you marveled at your small bounty of sea creatures. having caught three fish, combined with your walk through cindersap forest, plus your stops to greet your neighbors had worn you out.

an exasperated sigh flew past your lips as your legs dangled over the edge of the dock, you knew your work wasn’t done yet. turning back to check the clock on willy’s storefront, you were met with a certain long haired man walking by, gazing off at the water. “OH- my, goodness!” you yelled before chuckling nervously, “you scared me!”

elliot chuckled back softly before his gaze shifted back to the sea, “i thought you’d be used to seeing me by now.” he hummed, “i’m afraid not.” the man playfully chided much to your, just as playful, dismay.

you’ve been living in stardew valley for a while now and built up a decent relationship with elliot. he’d shown you around his cabin numerous times, played his piano for you, and invited you to a book reading he’d hosted in the local museum/library in town. he’s supported you too! in his own ways, of course.

he based a couple of scenes in his books on you, inspired entire books off of the interactions you’ve had, complimented you on your fishing skills along with other things of the sort. you enjoyed it, the brief gleam of joy in his eyes when you tell him you liked a song or excerpt he wrote, it made you want the dream of living in pelican town to never end.

you hadn’t realized it but in the midst of your thinking, elliot had walked away. maybe this was why you weren’t used to him, he’d always been disappearing just as quickly as he appeared. you knew he had his own schedule, but visiting his house was always an option, so you’d do it later.

standing up, you decided to pack up your things and head home, briefly stepping into willy’s to sell any fish that you didn’t need to donate to the junimo at the community center. on your way home, you made a took quick detour to the saloon only to be greeted by elliot once again. you ordered and found a seat with some familiars of the right-corner table of the place.

elliot was spewing his usual poetic nonsense which you couldn’t help but laugh at his slurred tone caused by the strong wine he often drank when he visited. sharing one last chat with clint and willy, you decided to focus more on your food, not wanting to be fatigued the next morning. though, you couldn’t help but notice the not-so-subtle glances elliot was taking from across the saloon.

given you’d been doing the same thing occasionally, you didn’t think he was too. admittedly you were a bit flustered and this didn’t go unnoticed by willy or even ‘the romantically oblivious’ clint. “you should talk to him.” he stated bluntly nearly prompting you to spit out your food. “it’s not like you don’t know the boy, and not to mention we all saw you leaving pierre’s with those flowers.” willy added.

you swallowed your food and grinning defeatedly seeing as your purchase earlier this week outed you. it’s not like you weren’t going to give elliot the bouquet, you’d just been building up the courage to.

“you’re the same person who told me to go for it with emily? seriously? i find that hard to believe.” clint grunted, taking a sip from his stein of beer. “okay, well, don’t act like that. you got with her didn’t you?” you huffed back, waving your fork around before hiding your face behind the glass of your wine—that elliot had bought you earlier that night—in even more defeat. “which is just the reason you should go and splay your feelings to elliot, bucko.” willy prodded matter-of-factly, moving the bottle away from your face.

standing up, you placed a pouch of gold on the table. “i’ll do it. tomorrow. and if i don’t! i owe you both double this!“ you announced catching the attention of sam, sebastian, and abigail—who’d just been a room away—causing them to snicker at your seemingly random announcement.

willy and clint laughed in amusement at the bet, “we’ll take it, i could always use a little extra cash, you haven’t stopped by to process any geodes lately.” clint chortled. “i won’t even owe you a silver dollar!“ you guffawed, snatching up your bottle of wine and heading to the door.

the next day came faster than you’d expected, it almost made you wish you never stepped foot out of that bar with the thought that the night would have gone slower if you hadn’t.

you took your time watering your crops and feeding your animals, hoping that somehow they’d convince you to go give the bouquet to elliot. fortunately you did it yourself, after checking your personal stash you realized you didn’t have enough gold to renovate your home and pay the men for the bet so you’d just have to perk up and confess.

on your way to elliot’s you greeted your friends around town, emily in particular noticing the bouquet and cheering you on before quickly sending you on your way by shoving you out of her house and on your way to the bridge. “you can do this!” she loudly whispered, the giddiness she’d been holding in becoming evident when she spoke. “okay… okay!” you reassured her and yourself.

walking onto the beach, you notice elliot dusting off the old boat that always sat next to his house and luckily enough he’s not quick to notice you just yet.

“ahem… uh. elliot!” you speak out, causing him to look up at you, flashing a brief smile before going back to dusting off his boat. “hello, the weather is just about right for a boat ride. willy says to give it another day though, something about those silly ‘tides’ and such.” elliot replied.

laughing dryly, you nod. “yeah… listen, um, i wanted to give you this.” holding the bouquet down to elliot, you notice his eye slightly widen and you couldn’t help but feel you made a mistake, but you waited for him to confirm your suspicion. “you really feel that way?” the question made you gulp, “i feel that way too!” he said cheerily. letting out an excited yelp, you hopped into the boat and hugged the red head tightly, “thank yoba!” sighing as you slid off of him, elliot gently ruffled your hair.

you felt relived that this was finally off your chest. smiling at elliot, you kissed his cheek and waved a pleased goodbye, breaking off into a run to willy’s not too soon after you left his eyeshot. “i told you i’d do it!” you yelled, swinging the door to his shop open.

THIS WAS LEGIT MY FIRST FIC(on tumblr), i really hope you enjoy, i did my best to proof read and everything

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