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ultimatesmuts · 1 year ago

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“Is she mine?”🍋🌸

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(Takes place a few years after the war)

Draco has a young daughter he doesn’t know about. One day, he sees YN for the first time since he left (during the war) and he sees YN with a little girl with platinum blonde hair. Naturally, he wonders whether or not he’s the father of the young girl

YN closed her eyes, seeing flashbacks from before the war.

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"I love you so much, YN"

"I love you too, Draco"

"Draco why are you doing this? Why are you leaving?"

"To protect you"

Positive pregnancy test

Missing Draco and wondering if he'll come back

Giving birth

"It's a girl"

"Where's the father?"

"I don't know....."

YN flung her eyes open at the sound of her platinum blond 2 and a half year old daughter, Amelia's voice, bringing her back to reality. She thinks about Draco a lot, she really does still miss him. She's sure he doesn't know about Amelia, and she's losing hope that he ever will.

YN hasn't dated anyone since Draco, even though it's been 3 years since he left for the war and she hasn't heard from him since.

I hope he comes back

I need him

I still love him

"Mummy?"

YN snaps out of her mind again.

"Yes baby?"

"I want this", Amelia says, pointing to a blue, frilly tutu and beaming with happiness

YN giggles at her daughter, but agrees because it would go perfectly with Amelia's(Draco's) eyes.

Oh how she longed to gaze into his eyes again...

Just as she's thinking about him, she almost sees him standing outside the shop, but when she turns to look, nobody is there.

I'm probably just seeing things, after all I was thinking about him.

She continues shopping, when she thinks she sees him again but this time she really thought he was there. She turns to look, but nobody. She grabs Amelia and runs outside onto the streets where she thought she saw him standing, and looks around frantically, hoping the man of her dreams will be there.

With no luck, she tiredly holds Amelia's hand, bringing her into a restaurant across the street from the shop they were in.

Then, she thinks she sees him again. This time, inside the restaurant. However, when she turns around to see, he's not there.

She gloomily turns back to face the table, feeling tears well up in her eyes when she sees a letter sitting directly in front of her.

She notices it's written in his handwriting.

"Is she mine?"

The note reads, sending YN chills

YN covers her mouth in shock, feeling tears heavily streaming down her cheeks, frantically looking around the restaurant for him and nodding her head, holding her heart.

"Yes", she softly says to no one in particular

YN doesn't even order food before grabbing her daughter and leaving the restaurant.

The two of them stand outside on a corner, YN looking around the damp streets hoping, longing for her Draco.

She pulls out a pen and paper, and quickly scribbles,

"Draco, if you find this, please come back. I'm not mad, I just miss you. Please come by this evening, my address is _____________.

Love, YN"

YN lays the paper on a nearby bench, hoping he's still hiding somewhere, watching her before apparating away with her daughter.

Once back inside her house, YN fixes Amelia dinner, too nervous to eat, herself.

7:00 PM

YN watches as Amelia happily finishes eating, and she takes her upstairs to run a bath for her.

She gives Amelia a bath, shampooing her platinum blond toddler hair for her, casts a spell to dry her off, helps her brush her teeth, and looks at the clock again.

8:00 PM

"Okay Amelia, it's time for bed come on", YN tries to sound normal, pretending she's not panicking inside.

Amelia climbs into her bed, pulls the covers up and says, "mummy tuck me in"

YN says, "please?"

Amelia responds quickly with ,"pees"

YN smiles at this, she loves her daughter. If only Draco were here to see this, he would love being a dad.

She tucks Amelia in, reading her Babbity Rabbity, a classic Wizard's tale.

With a light kiss on her forehead, Amelia quickly drifts off into sleep

8:30 PM

YN sighs, wondering if he'll even show. Was she imagining all of this? Was he ever even there at the store earlier? Or did she imagine it all....

She goes downstairs, to wait a bit more on the couch.

9:00 PM

YN looks outside, and just sees the night taking over the land. No Draco, just darkness.

She pours herself a small glass of red wine, and sits back on the couch, feeling herself growing tired.

She zoned out for a while, remembering everything she could about Draco. Oh how she longs for him to show.

10:00 PM

YN finished her glass of wine, and decides that he's probably not coming. Why would he want to come back to her? YN runs all this through her darkening mind, losing more and more self confidence as the clock continues.

10:30 PM

Maybe I'll just run myself a hot bath and try to relax. Maybe it's time I move on from him

YN climbs up the stairs and heads into her large bathroom and over to her massive tub. She sighs, but gets out her rose scented bubble bath, along with setting out several white candles around her bathroom.

11:00 PM

I'm going to go back downstairs to grab the bottle of wine, but first I'll start my water to fill up the tub. She takes a deep breath, and turns on her hot water, adding a very generous amount of rose scented bubble bath into the mixture. She sheds her clothes, and wraps her robe around herself before lighting a couple candles and heading down for the wine.

11:30 PM

As YN starts to climb her stairs again, she thinks she hears a soft knock at her front door.

She freezes, wondering if it could possibly be him, so she turns around and very cautiously opens her door.

There, standing in front of her, is Draco Malfoy.

YN wastes no time throwing herself into him, deeply hugging him and surrounding herself in his comforting scent.

"YN....", Draco says, hugging her back

YN pulls him inside and shuts the door, keeping the cold rain outside.

"Draco", YN breathily says, getting lost in his eyes

Draco takes a step forward, gently using his hand to lift her chin up so she's looking up at him

"I've missed you", he says, his eyes glossy and truthful

YN pulls him in for another tight hug, crying as she says, "I was scared you wouldn't come back"

"I'm sorry", was all that Draco could say. YN could feel that he truly meant it though, breaking her heart

Draco steps away and goes up to a picture of Amelia smiling, causing him to smile too.

"What's her name?", he sweetly asks

"Amelia"

"Amelia", he repeats

"She's beautiful", he adds

YN giggles a bit before saying, "she looks just like you, Malfoy"

He turns slightly, giving YN a slightly challenging but playful look.

Suddenly, YN gasps

"Merlin! I left the bath water running!", she quickly heads up the stairs, Draco close behind.

YN bursts into the bathroom, shutting off the water, luckily it hadn't overflown yet.

Draco slowly walks in to the candlelit bathroom, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Roses. I love the smell of roses. They remind me of you, YN", he softly says, lovingly gazing into her eyes

YN could feel the aroma and lighting in the bathroom unintentionally setting a certain mood between the two of them, but she wasn't upset about it. If anything, it made her fall even more in love with him.

YN uses her wand to light the remaining candles in the bathroom, Draco watching her every move

"I still love you, YN. I never stopped", Draco softly says out of nowhere

YN turns around to face him, and she walks up to him so that their chests are almost touching, and she whispers, "I still love you too"

These words instantly created some sort of magnetic force, pulling the two's lips towards each other.

YN closes her eyes, feeling fiery butterflies dancing in her stomach

When YN feels his soft lips touch hers, her entire nervous system feels like it's burning hot with desire. Desire for Draco.

He slowly and very softly kisses her, savoring the lovely moment.

Draco goes to pull away, feeling like he's overstepped a boundary, but YN grabs him by his shirt and pulls him right back, this time for a more passionate, longer kiss. Draco pulls YN's body against his own, deepening their kiss, making YN kick the bathroom door shut for some privacy in case Amelia wakes up

The two lock eyes, and realize that both of their gazes are lustful, prompting Draco to slowly untie YN's robe, his eyes never leaving hers

YN feels her robe drop around her feet, leaving her standing completely naked, mesmerizing Draco

YN starts unbuttoning his shirt, until Draco places his hand over hers, stopping her from continuing.

YN looks up at him, confused and hurt.

He probably isn't attracted to me anymore now that I've got a mom bod

YN takes a step back, and reaches for her robe, tears welling in her eyes

"Please don't", Draco whispers as she's turning away

YN turns back towards him, upset

"I have to tell you something first.... And please know that I had to do this to save my family, I didn't just do it willingly.", Draco nervously says

YN doesn't feel upset anymore, now she's just curious.

"Um... when I take my shirt off you're going to see something that will make you want to run. But please, stay and let me explain. Please, YN. Tell me you won't leave when you see it"

YN furrows her brows with concern, but nods her head, whispering "I'll stay"

With that, Draco removes his shirt, and guiltily holds out his forearm for YN to see.

As YN looks down at the dark mark printed into her lover's skin, she doesn't feel fear like she should. Instead, she pulls him in for a hug.

"This is why you left, to protect me", YN softly says, before pulling away and kissing him on the cheek, and mumbling "thank you, and I'm sorry you had to go through that"

Draco's jaw drops hearing this, and he immediately leans in for another passionate kiss.

This time, YN grabs his hand and pulls him towards the bathtub, before letting go and slowly sliding into the hot water herself.

Draco watches in awe, wondering how someone could be so perfect

He carefully drops his pants and boxers before gently climbing in the tub behind YN, wrapping his strong arms around her torso and kissing her neck from behind, emitting a gentle relaxed sigh from YN's lips

YN sits up, grabs the shampoo, and hands it to Draco before dipping her hair in the hot water

Draco takes this as a sign to lather some shampoo in his hands and he sensually massages it into YN's scalp, relaxing her. She leans back to rinse it out, and Draco applies conditioner throughout her hair, loving how soft her hair feels.

After rinsing, YN turns around so that she's facing Draco, and he can't help but allow his eyes to drift down and land on her round breasts. He takes a moment to admire her erect nipples, growing hard at the fact that her breasts have almost doubled in size due to pregnancy and the associated weight gain.

YN notices him staring, so she purposely sits up to reach up and shampoo his hair, giving him a full view of her breasts right in front of him.

After shampooing and conditioning his hair, YN hands Draco the coconut shower gel, and sticks her chest out expectingly, biting her lip

Draco's pupils dilate to where his eyes appear black, and he slowly applies some soap in his hands, lathering it up.

YN feels herself becoming aroused and excited, lightly shimmying her chest for Draco's pleasure

Draco places both hands above her breasts, and teasingly washes everywhere around them before finally allowing his hands to knead her plump breasts. YN let's out a sharp gasp at this, clearly enjoying Draco.

He purposely circles around her nipples, denying her the feeling of him pinching them.

Suddenly, Draco gently pushes YN back so she's leaning against the other end of the tub, facing him. He leans forward and sensually runs his hands up and down her body, gliding directly over her nipples, causing her to let out an involuntary moan.

Draco then allows his hands to slide lower and lower down her body, to where he's tracing small circles on her hips, making YN more than desperate at this point.

YN leans forward again, but this time she lifts her body so that she's sitting on Draco's lap.

Draco groans at the feeling of her warm, thick thigh resting on his painfully hard cock.

YN squeezes some body soap into her hands and begins rubbing it around Draco's chest, shoulders and neck. She scoots back off of his lap, leaning in closer to run her hands up and down his toned abs, tracing his V-line and getting dangerously close to his cock.

YN leans back and unplugs the drain, allowing the soapy water to retreat and slowly revealing more and more of each other's bodies.

YN stands up, and Draco watches in admiration as the water drips down and off of her curvy figure.

YN steps out of the tub, and bends over to get towels, making Draco stand up with the need to immediately caress her ass. He places one hand on each cheek, rubbing circles and grabbing handfuls before letting go to watch her plump bottom bounce back and forth.

YN feels wet, but not from the bath as she hands Draco a towel, quickly drying herself a bit.

YN then quietly opens the other door in her bathroom, revealing her bedroom. She quickly casts a few spells, moving the candles from the bathroom into the bedroom, keeping the low lighting and keeping the mood.

Draco watches YN as she walks to her bed, and he begins stroking his cock at the sight of her plump ass sitting perfectly on top of her thick thighs. She turns around to sit on her bed, and rubs her thighs together at the sight of Draco stroking himself.

Draco slowly walks towards YN, his hard dick standing proud and tall, leaking with precum.

YN pulls his arm, until he's laying on the bed next to her. She sits up, kitten licks his tip, causing him to throw his head back at the sensitivity, and asks, "do you want me baby" to which Draco replies with a whimper that sounded like a "yes"

YN straddles her lover, running his cock up and down her vulva to lube him up, causing them both to moan.

"Muffliato", YN casts, knowing what's to come

She slowly sinks down onto his dick, both moaning at the euphoric sensation. Once he's all the way in, they both gaze into each other's eyes, catching their breaths.

YN starts rocking back and forth on his cock, at a painfully slow pace, causing Draco to growl in painful pleasure

Draco reaches up and grabs handfuls of her tits, saying, "I fucking love you and your body"

YN starts to grow tired, so she slows down and Draco gets the message and flips them over so he's on top.

"Fuck, baby I can't keep myself off of you", he says, slowly kissing down her soft stomach towards her heat, causing her to moan in anticipation

Once Draco is at his desired location, he uses his arms to hold YN's legs apart, giving him full access to her glistening pussy

Without wasting any time, Draco dives right in, sucking on her sensitive bud, making YN scream his name

"DRACO OH MY GOD", she says, instinctively propping herself up on her elbows, already feeling her toes go numb

As Draco continues, YN closes her eyes and focuses on the pressure building inside of her.

But right when it starts really building, Draco pulls away, connecting his lips with hers, making her taste herself.

As the two are lost in their passionate kisses, YN starts trying to grind herself up against Draco's member

Draco pulls away from the kiss to insert his cock, bottoming out in her, causing her to beg him to move.

Draco starts thrusting in and out of her tight cunt, causing tears to roll down YN's face at the pleasure.

YN starts writhing underneath him, clearly approaching her high. Draco reaches down and pinches her clit, causing YN to grab onto Draco's shoulders for support as he pounds into her, hitting that one spot over and over and over until she's clenching around him hard, making him spill all of his seed deep inside her quivering pussy, screaming as she rides out her high, milking him dry in the process.

They both still and try and catch their breaths, Draco slowly pulling out, YN wincing at the loss of contact.

Draco lays down next to her, exhausted. "You okay, YN?"

"That was amazing, Draco."

Draco lightly smiles at this, rolling over to sweetly kiss her lips, reminding her of how perfect she is

Draco then kisses YN's tummy, and says, "if there's a baby in there now, daddy promises to be here with mommy and Amelia, every step of the way. Also, please be a boy this time."

YN chuckles in disbelief, and says, "you know we still have to introduce you to Amelia tomorrow"

Draco says, "what are we going to say?"

YN replies, "I don't know Dray, we'll figure it out in the morning. I'm exhausted."

And just like that, Draco hears YN's soft snoring, the cutest sound in the world, according to him.

The end (of this one shot)

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#dracomalfoy #draco #malfoy #dracosmut #dracoxreader #draco fluff #draco smut #draco x reader #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco x you #harry potter

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watchinghallmark · 6 months ago

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Summer Nights 2024 Lineup

The movies seem... interesting.

JUNEBUG

Saturday, August 3 (8 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Autumn Reeser (The Wedding Veil), Aaron O’Connell (The Haves and the Have Nots)

When an eight-year-old version of herself starts appearing to her, Juniper (Reeser) begins to realize that her life is not what she had hoped it would be as a child. Young Junebug pushes Juniper to achieve her dreams, to start writing again, and to collaborate with the cute artist Alex (O’Connell) that she recently met to get her life back on track.

🐞 I feel like this could be really cute. Autumn seems very excited about the project so hopefully that's a good sign.

MY DREAMS OF YOU

Saturday, August 10 (8 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Skyler Samuels (Aurora Teagarden Mysteries), Kapil Talwalkar (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist)

Grace (Samuels) has recurring dreams about a handsome stranger named Michael (Talwalkar) due to a mix-up in Dream Central. When they finally meet in person, Grace is shocked to learn he has no idea who she is.

😴 I'm really excited about this casting! Kapil was great in ZEP and it's great to finally see some diversity (Hallmark you're sucking so bad lately with that).It sounds like it could be fun and also a little nutty which I like.

A COSTA RICAN WEDDING

Saturday, August 17 (8 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Rhiannon Fish (My Norwegian Holiday), Christopher Russell (Operation Nutcracker)

A clumsy maid of honor (Fish) gets help from her handsome nemesis (Russell) when things go awry at her best friend’s Costa Rican wedding.

🤵👰 The fact that they even describe her as clumsy... oof. Rhiannon can be hit or miss, especially when they have her play an idiot so often. Her paired with Chris is certainly not helping matters either.

THE MAGIC OF LEMON DROPS

Saturday, August 24 (8 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Lyndsy Fonseca (Nikita), Ian Harding (Pretty Little Liars)

When Lolly’s (Fonseca) Aunt gives her three magical lemon drops, she gets to experience what her life would have been like if she had made different choices and lived those unfulfilled dreams.

🍋... what? I feel like this is code for some hallucinogenic drugs but ok. Love both actors though so I'm interested.

HEAD OVER HEELS

Saturday, August 31 (8 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Rebecca Dalton (Good Witch), Olivier Renaud (Romance with a Twist)

A suburban girl at heart, Addison (Dalton), is off to prove herself in the world of high-end fashion footwear when she lands a life-changing internship at an Upper East Side studio leading up to the star-studded New York Fashion Week. Addison is determined to hold onto her integrity and her family values while struggling to balance it all and forge a path to success and romance, although she may fall head over heels while trying to make her dreams come true.

👠Yawn.

JAZZ RAMSEY: A K-9 MYSTERY

Friday, August 2 (9 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Rachel Skarsten (The Royal Nanny), Corey Sevier (Take Me Back for Christmas)

When Jazz Ramsey (Skarsten) and her crime detection dog Zeus stumble upon an old crime scene, the K-9 trainer, her star pup, and ex-boyfriend and lead detective Nick (Sevier) are thrown into the investigation.

🐶 Excited about this!

NELLY KNOWS MYSTERIES (wt)

Friday, August 23 (9 p.m. ET/PT)

Starring: Pascale Hutton (When Calls the Heart), Kavan Smith (When Calls the Heart)

When an unusual handwritten letter arrives at Nelly’s (Hutton) office, she identifies the handwriting as belonging to her childhood friend Dahlia (Sarah Grey, The Secret Lives of College Freshman), claiming her boyfriend Blake (Julian Haig, Dial S for Santa) is being unfaithful. Determined to help, Nelly wants some answers and rushes to Blake’s home only to find his dead body. When Dahlia becomes the prime suspect, the new, handsome Detective in town, Michael Hogan (Smith) must work with Nelly to prove that her childhood friend is not the killer everyone believes her to be.

📫A Pascale and Kavan mystery??? It's all I've ever wanted!

What do you think about these movies? What are you most excited for?

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getawayfox · 2 years ago

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OMG it’s already January! I’m so very late to this and I have seen so many wonderful lists, but I very much wanted to make my own, so I did. We are so lucky to be spoiled by so many incredible fics – here are some (in no particular order) that grabbed me by the heart and never let go.

💀 draco malfoy’s substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (Draco/Harry, E, 10k)

I HAVE. NO WORDS. In the best possible way. This fic has to be experienced first-hand. E is an insane genius. That’s it, that’s the rec.

🧑🏼‍🍳 Make This Leap by @oflights (Draco/Harry, M, 118k)

Competent Draco and disaster Harry my beloved! This fic is so sweet and lovely and I want to live in it forever.

📩 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, @lastontheboat (Draco/Harry, T, 10k)

I laughed SO much reading this! It went straight into the bookmarks and I visit it every so often when I need a pick-me-up. And I swear I discover some new clever detail every time I do! Delightful, hilarious, perfect.

🐥 Robin’s Flufftober 2022 by @rockingrobin69 (Draco/Harry, M, 17,5k)

October was my favourite month because every day we got a dose of soft soft Robin sweetness - a moment of peace and safety every time her name popped on tumblr dashboard. I protect this collection in my bookmarks like the treasure it is.

❣️ Draco Malfory Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (Draco/Harry, E, 18k)

Draco’s voice in this fic! From the very first sentence (no, from the title!) I knew I was in the right hands. What a treat!

🛁 Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood (Draco/Harry, T, comic)

This fic is an utter delight, creative and clever, adorable and laugh-out-loud funny. This is Draco in his cutest form!

🌞 Look For Me In the Sun by @wolfpants (Draco/Harry, M, 9k)

Obviously a wolfpants fic had to be on this list but which one? *points at the whole catalogue* There is no way to go wrong there, what a year they had! I think I have screamed most about Pages of you (the number of times AO3 tells me I visited that one is embarrassing), Romp and Circumstance, and The Hollow (yes these are links, what of it, no it’s not cheating), so I’m going mention another favourite: Look For Me In The Sun, gorgeously atmospheric, achy, stunningly written.

�� Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 77k)

This has got to be THE fic this year for me. It’s fitting, because last year it was Nor All That Glisters, which got me into the drarry fandom properly, so of course it’s Sweet who just casually swoops in with another banger that won’t leave my brain, accompanied by the most incredible Joy art. I think this fic had me already at the tags but I was not ready for everything there is to love about the story - it’s impossible to do it justice in just a few short sentences, but if you haven't read it yet, it should be on your list for sure.

💍 Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (Draco/Harry, E, 50k)

OTP: inevitable. Two timelines, both so exquisitely delivered: eighth-year drarry and grown-up drarry, both times so different and wholesome. This story is everything I love: nuanced, funny, full of pining and history.

🌙 Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (Draco/Harry, M, 15k)

This fic grabbed me and squeezed, and I don’t think I’ve been able to catch my breath since. I’m actually lost for words here because the story makes me feel so much but I haven’t been able to name it yet and maybe that’s okay. It’s the Tacky way of reaching deep down into my feelings and letting me sit with them.

🍋 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 17k)

I think this might be the only time I managed to guess the author when this was still anon (and, well. The genius artist too). Such intimacy and longing, gorgeous food and so many layers to the story.

🌼 He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic (Draco/Harry, Draco/Astoria, T, 5k)

I know that the infidelity tag might put some people off, but this is a stunningly written (devastating) Astoria PoV that absolutely clawed at my heart in the best possible way.

🍎 The Wrong Sort by @vukovich (Draco/Harry, not rated)

This fic makes me want to scream even though Vuk came back with a second part that patched up my broken heart. “I didn’t know how else to keep it” will forever be etched into my eyelids. Thank you, Vuk.

🥂 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (Draco/Harry, E, WIP)

Technically, this counts because Sly started posting in Dec and I’m obsessed! Flirting! Banter! Oblivious Draco! *screams*

#drarry recs #drarry #fic recs #rec list #2022 favorites

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l3viat8an · 2 years ago

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Asmo birthday is coming? Wow! I have a few ideas I'd like to share!

▪️ Asmo probably has made some lingerie inspired on MC. Something that would look nice on them

▪️ Asmo gave mc a necklace/bracelet with two pentands one with MC's name first letter and his first name letter!

▪️ Everytime Asmo sunbathes he asks MC to help him put sunscreen.. he can't reach all the way so please help him! Or at least that's what he says

▪️ i Believe that Asmo sneaks a few clothes in MC's wardrobe and gradually messes with their clothing style... More pinkish shirts, pink shorts and just thinks that reminds him of his sin color.

▪️Asmo asked for MC's sweater once but never gave it back. He puts it on his pillow because it makes him feel like his "Darling" is close and he feels less lonely

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Hiii 🍋!! I love these idea sm! ‘n for this post I had little ideas for the last 3 in order!!

Sunscreen!

Who better then Asmo’s favorite human to rub some sunscreen on his body?

He’s always grinning when he hands you the bottle and pouts “I just can’t reach my back, you know how it is.”

He’s usually pretty good about it and will sit still while you rub it into his back, but on days when he wants to tease or just see how you’ll react.

He’ll giggle and move around, more, really anything that’ll mean you have to touch him more~ he loves the little huffs of “Hey! Hold still.” Before you let out your own little laugh.

You both know it’s a game to him, but it’s cute and silly. So you always play along.

‘n I’ll do you one better on the clothes!-

Asmo always swaps a few things, he’ll take something small from you like a t-shirt you don’t wear much or something and always leaves behind a few new clothes!

It could be something he bought ages ago and just doesn’t wear anymore or something he saw in a shop window and just had to get you!

Either way, after moving to the Devildom your wardrobe somehow ‘updates itself’ ever few days and you’re constantly finding new outfits!!

Honestly, Asmo ‘borrowed’ one of your sweaters so long ago now it’s basically his now.

You’d even given him a little bottle or your favorite cologne / perfume and he uses it on the sweater on the days he really misses you.

Which is basically anytime you’re away from him longer then five minutes-

It’s hardest when you’re in the human world, sure you call him every night and constantly text him little “I love you <3” texts and he loves for them! Immediately spamming you with heart emojis and “I love you more <3”

But it’s still hard, your life is already shorter then his and he wants you to spend every minute you can with him!

And that’s when he gets your sweater out. Sliding it into the pillow you’d be using if you were there and hugging it as tightly as he can, spraying a bit of your cologne / perfume on it and eventually falling asleep.

Dreams of you being there when he wakes up fill his mind and he’s so happy for a moment in the morning! Before Asmo looks around his room and remembers you’re not there…..

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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I decided to celebrate as a special post for 5k! <3 Levi! I am really happy for you! I have known you since the summer of 2021 and although I am not active, I am happy to write to you every time I enter or write! I love your posts, I think they are love planned to be worked from one person's heart to another person's heart <3 Thank you for being with me in my worst moments, my best moments and any time I write! I love you, happy 5k followers! <3

thank you, this is so touching! i love doing this and am glad i’ve met such amazing people though it! love you too!!!

#ay-chuu #answered asks #love letters #5k🍋

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hellskitchenette · 1 year ago

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Ginger and Lemon II

Matt Murdock x Autistic!Fem!Reader series

Read it on AO3

Chapter II: Madame Butterfly

Summary: You overthink a lot about how to thank the sexy lawyer for his intervention at Josie's and end up baking a cake. How would he react when you appear in his firm's door?

Word count: 2,729

Warnings: Christmas Fluff!!!, Protective Matt Murdock, No use of y/n, no pronouns for reader, Matt Murdock is a Ray of Sunshine, Selective Mutism, Bad self-talk, Self-Hatred, Matt Murdock Gets a Hug, Matt Murdock is a Stalker, Mental Breakdown and Meltdowns!

A/N: More fluf for y’all! Annoying bestie is introduced here, the extrovert every introvert needs in their life. As a neurodivergent person, this is a love letter to the nice neurotypical s in my life that help me navigate this confusing world. anyways, hope you enjoy this! Was already up on AO3, but I figured I should update here too.

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“Are you blind?” He is totally into you!” Your best friend grabbed some chips from the bag making loud crunching noises.

“Actually, the one who's visually impaired is him, Cece.” You responded squeezing your eyes because of the annoying sound.

“What? A disabled guy?” She left her snack to grab your wrist with her greasy hand. “Is this another complex saviour crush? And be honest.” Cece was now staring at you seriously.

“No, I really like him.” You moved uncomfortably on the sofa while blushing. Cece had come over to have dinner a watch a movie, but the recent events were now more interesting than some Netflix Period Drama. “Besides, he was the one saving me, remember?” Your friend hummed and relaxed a bit against the back of the couch. She went feral about the possibility of someone taking advantage of you again.

“So this Mr Murdock seems like a true gentleman,” Cece said with an all-knowing smirk on her face. She really had an understanding of your taste in men. And that involved some old-fashioned chivalry straight from a Jane Austen novel.

“He truly seems like one.” And you blushed again remembering a cinematic low-motion version of the moment your hands touched.” What do you think then? What would be appropriate to thank him?” You fidgeted with your chopsticks in the half-empty bowl. Normally you’d enjoy your usual Thai food order, but your stomach today was just against food. Cece crossed her long legs and smirked suggestively, raising one of her curved brows.

“It depends on your intentions with him.” She said, and you bit your lip agitated.

“My intentions? I just want to thank him for his kindness.” You explained, mortified by the fact you couldn’t even say more than a monosyllable when he helped you so much.

“You sure darling? Or it’s because you want to stay in touch, and this is an excuse to contact him?” You shivered at the idea of seeing each other again, that was certain. Sometimes Cece was better at reading your feelings than you. And maybe this was one of those times.

“May...maybe.” You admitted quietly. “He said I could contact his law firm if needed, “You said optimistically, raising your gaze first time since this conversation had started. Cece rolled her eyes.

“I know you’re capable of suing someone just to have an excuse to see him.” You opened your mouth to protest but she continued her banter. “But this is not a legal drama, and you are already grown up enough to go head-on, so if you want to see him, suck it up and go.”

Her direct words made your heartbeat spike like crazy, and the chopsticks you’d been playing with slipped from your hands, landing on the carpet along with some noodles. You sighed, picking them from the floor. They looked like little worms in the grass. Just how you felt. Accepting you weren’t going to eat more; you went to the little kitchenette to leave the bowl and throw the “worms”. Cece followed you, munching her chips like a desperate woman when something caught her attention, making a high-pitched noise. She struggled to swallow before she could talk.

“You should bake him something!” She said pointing to the bell jar over the counter where you kept your last baking experiment: a deliciously looking plum cake. Then without asking for permission, she removed the glass bell to cut two thick slices and served them in your beautiful dessert dishes. “He’ll fall in love immediately.” Her affirmation was done while she took a good bite of the plum cake. To be honest, this was a recipe you were proud of. There weren’t a lot of things you liked about yourself. Your awkwardness made your life very difficult, social interactions were like a puzzle to you and you knew that sometimes you made people uncomfortable around you. Especially when selective mutism hit or when you spoke in an inadequate moment or tone. It was like every second spent around people you had to be hyper-aware about everything you did. And it was exhausting.

Cece helped a lot with it. She didn’t care about your quirks and was always honest, an attribute you thanked her immensely for. You were used to everyone being dishonest or having second intentions you couldn’t figure out. She was a relief from society. Her help was handy in moments like this when you needed help with some conventions that weren’t familiar to you.

So, the decision to bake a home-cooked treat was made and you started looking through your huge collection of recipe books with Cece’s patient help, who listened to all the baking facts you loved to chat about when you were in the mood. After discarding some sweets because of being too complicated— Cece commented you’d look like a try-hard—, both of you finally chose the Lemon Ginger Tart, since the fruit was an inoffensive flavour and Christmas was just around the corner. And maybe you could make extra dough and bring some Gingerbread cookies too. It was late when your dear friend’s cab arrived and you slipped inside your bed, incapable of sleeping because of your excitement.

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After the morning rehearsal, you planned to go straight to Nelson and Murdock and deliver your precious cargo. The theatre was close and doing it as soon as possible will save you a lot of overthinking. Your colleagues were surprised by the fragrant package you were bringing, and some questions were inevitably asked about the topic. After all, you were one of the most reserved members of the orchestra and even though you were friendly with everyone, nobody knew really about your life outside the concert hall.

” So you remembered my birthday, how nice of you.” Your gaze met the smug face of the cocky first violin, who was resting lazily against the dressing room’s door. Even you had noticed that the man had your eyes on you for a long time since he was nothing but subtle. You panicked when all eyes were suddenly on you and your mysterious cake. It was Monday morning, and everyone was up to some gossiping. Especially if that was around the most secretive member of the orchestra.

“I…I mean…happy…eh…birthday…” you didn’t know how to tell him the cake wasn’t because of him, and you were unable to meet his eyes.

“Harvey, stop messing with her.” The harpist interrupted your nonsense, aware that he was making you uncomfortable. “It’s not actually his birthday honey, ignore him.” And she squeezed gently your shoulder and smiled friendly way that warmed your heart. Harvey rolled his eyes and then resumed preparing his violin for the rehearsal.

Second time in a few days that someone else has had to step up for you, perfect.

As your brain was ready to engage in some bad self-talk, you had to make your cello ready for playing too, so after securing the tart in the shelf, you let your instrument out of its hard case and every other thing became unimportant. With your instrument in your hands, you were in your domain, one where words were futile and only the language of music spoke. Once you were comfortable with. One that didn’t let you down.

The rehearsal went well, and everyone left in a good mood. The premiere of the first Nutcracker of the season was going to be a success, and you were expectant Friday to arrive. Even though you have been doing this every winter, it was such a special moment of the year. This ballet was so close to your heart and transported you directly to your childhood.

“Hey, some of us are going to have hot cocoa since we finished earlier today, are you in?”

The harpist’s voice interrupted your thoughts while you were finishing gathering up your stuff. You looked anxiously to the tart waiting on the shelve. You’d managed to find a beautiful Christmas box to protect it that had holly and gingerbread houses printed on it. Your gaze returned to her, trying to focus on an answer. Your therapist had said you had to step out of your comfort zone but going out with your colleagues and your little expedition to Nelson and Murdock maybe was too much for starting.

“Oh, I understand you had plans.” She had an all-knowing smile on her face now, and her voice was sweet. “Next time then!” She was about to leave when you gathered the courage to speak.

“Hey, thank you for… for before and… for inviting me too.” You couldn’t meet her gaze when she turned but used the trick of looking between her brows and it worked.

“It’s nothing! But we’d love it if you could join us sometime.” She smiled again and you nodded in a silent promise and then you parted ways.

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Nelson and Murdock were just some blocks away and you were lost in thought while listening to your favourite opera podcast, tart in hand and the cello in your back. Becky— that was the name of the harpist if you weren’t wrong, even though you didn’t rely on a lot in your face recognition abilities�� looked genuinely interested in you joined them that morning and although that made you happy, it raised some buried memories about your time in high school when the people you considered your friends were actually making fun of you. Your weirdness caught the attention of the bullies like a lighthouse, so your strategy since then was to limit the number of interactions.

But this is not high school, we’re adults now and someone is genuinely being nice for once.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the other person turning the corner at the same time as you and after you could do anything, your face was plastered against some stranger’s chest, making your headphones fly in the process.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry…” Your nose stung and you were so preoccupied that the tart wasn’t damaged by the hit you didn’t notice whose chest was. And you couldn’t locate your headphones either. There were a lot of people and that added to your embarrassment was making you dizzy.

“You’re gonna need a good lawyer to defend you because I’m suing you for this attack lady.” The familiar low voice was like honey over your nervousness, and you finally looked at his face. “It’s your lucky day though, I know a damn good one not far from here…” Matt Murdock was standing in front of you in all his glory, an irresistible smile curving his lips, both hands in his cane.

“Matt!” You were sure you were looking dumb grabbing the tart as if your life depended on it, caught completely off guard by the encounter.

He was supposed to be in his office, what do I do now?

Let’s say you weren’t the best when dealing with unexpected events.

“Yes, I think that’s his name and…” Matt tilted his head to his right pausing for a moment, and then squatted picking something from the floor. “ Madame Butterfly, an interesting opera choice.” He had your missing headphones in his hand when he stood straight again. You grabbed them from his large hand, brushing involuntarily your skin with his like when he extended you his business card the other night and managed to turn off the device.

“I know is not the public’s favourite from Puccini, but I feel it’s so moving especially when Butterfly sacrifices herself so her child can have a better life…” Probably it was the longest phrase you said to Matt, but you got carried away when you talked about music.

“It’s a beautiful opera, but maybe she should have considered her son’s opinion on the matter.” You noticed his expression turning darker for a moment and you wondered if you said something wrong, but it was gone in a blink and his gentle manner was back. “Excuse me for deviating from the theme, but something smelling delicious caught my attention.”

He then sniffed like a bloodhound, and you giggled, relaxing a bit.

“Yeah, about this, it’s actually…” You didn’t know how to start since your carefully planned speech was now useless.

“It’s ginger and lemon, isn’t it?” And he smiled wider. “Really Christmas flavoured.”

“You want a slice? In exchange for…running over you.” You didn’t know where you found the courage to say that, but maybe it was easier this way.

“Are you trying to bribe me, so I don’t present charges? Because it’s working.” And then he smiled charmingly.

Holy shit you’ll bake whatever this man wanted just to see that smile.

Maybe it was his soothing voice, the fact that you didn’t have to worry about looking him in the eyes, or the way he made you feel seen , as contradictory as it was, but the fact was that you were somewhere near comfortable around Matt Murdock. So when he noticed you were freezing and offered that you went upstairs to have a drink that warmed you up, you accepted gladly.

“Is that cake?” A blonde head appeared from one of the doors of the office the moment you both stepped inside.

“I thought we weren’t accepting more payments done with food Matt…” Another blonde appeared, this time a beautiful woman. She was frowning until she noticed you.

“Relax guys, she’s not a client and the cake is not yours to take Foggy, it’s hers.” The other man looked devastated by the notice, and the woman’s face became welcoming, a question floating in the air. “These are Foggy, then another half of Nelson and Murdock and Karen, our secretary.” Matt presented you to them and you shook shyly your hand while he folded his cane and went to prepare some warm beverages.

“Actually…” You put the box containing the tart on the table that looked like was used to eat. “It’s Matt’s tart, so you can eat if he’s okay with that.” You blushed visibly while Foggy’s eyes illuminated and Karen raised her eyebrows impossibly, looking at Matt and then at you. The lawyer returned from the little kitchenette with two smoking hot mugs. He looked interrogating too. “For the other day… the bar…”

“You didn’t have to.” A wide smile formed on his lips while he handed you the latte he had prepared for you. Foggy and Karen exchanged significant looks while you wrapped your hands around it, warming you up instantly. You fixed your gaze on it, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t treat me like this, so this means I can have cake or not?” Foggy’s pained complaint made all of you laugh and broke the tension that had been building up in your stomach.

The four of you ended up enjoying the tart together along with the biscuits you baked. You were afraid of being an intruder, but Karen and Foggy were as warm and welcoming as Matt. You ended up having a great time and when it was your time to part, they made you promise to visit again. Matt grabbed your cello chivalrously and walked you to the door.

“You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a concert.” He commented while he helped you to put your instrument on your back.

“Well, New York is a city with an extensive cultural offering and…” He laughed heartfully and you didn’t understand why.

“What I mean is that I’d love to hear you play.” And his voice was like velvet when he said that.

Oh.

“Yeah… of course… I…” Your brain stopped functioning for a moment, but it rebooted, and you started to search in your bag. “This Friday is the first nutcracker of the season, maybe you can’t enjoy the dancing, but the music is beautiful…” You said nervously while you gave him the spare tickets the orchestra always gifted their musicians — and which you never used because of your lack of social life.

“I’m sure I’ll find my way of enjoying myself.” And the way he said it melted your bones while he grabbed the three tickets. “See you on Friday then.” He added and after smiling brighter than the sun, he returned upstairs. You started walking towards the bus stop, still processing everything.

It looks like this Friday is going to be the best performance of my life.

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gloomyfilm · 1 year ago

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A LOVE LETTER TO THIS IS US 🍋💌☁️

/for full ambiant experience click on the audio before continuing\

I still can't believe two summers ago I decided to give This Is Us a try, fell in love and binge-watched the whole 5 seasons available.

Every night, I would get to cooking in a very romanticized fashioned way à la Nancy Meyers main character, pour myself a nice fresh drink as people still enjoyed the warmth of the early evening hours.

By the time dinner was ready, world would accordantly settle for peacefulness as I made my way to the couch to get all cozy and snuggly.

Here would begin, the events I was truly not prepared for..

In just under 2 episodes, I was now finding myself unexpectedly and completely invested, all thanks to the writers for having done such a terrific job on the dialogues, cliffhangers and time traveling. For approximately the next two weeks following, my nights were paced up by This Is Us and driven by my own hunger to find out: what on earth happened to the Pearson family?

From the very first episode, --- which features one of the most beautiful closing scene I've seen on television along Labi Siffre's song "Watch Me" --- up to the last episode of season 1, emotions would come to the surface, hitting a specific spot within me...

By episode 14 from season 2 it was clear, if not clear then, that the tissu box would be kept close by for the remaining time of the entire series.

Imagine some stranger dropping on you some hard facts about life, death, society issues, love, mental health... to sum it up: YOURSELF.

precisely, accurately and totally out of the blue. 😃

As the seasons went on, I was admiring how the flashbacks and foreshadowing started to merge all together into one. It would only get all the more brilliant with each new episode I was discovering.

The show succeeded in giving its audience a range of life observations to think about. Therapy-wise, if you couldn't afford a therapist, This Is Us was there for you. I still rely on and appreciate many of the thoughtful and life inspiring excerpts.

Moreover, it delivered the people with a brand new music playlist. Yes, another key element to all this greatness is the symbiosis between the storylines and the soundtrack. Hold my Spotify, to this day I still listen to the score in my bed, to meditate, to get dreamy. I've also come to discover wonderful artists and can hardly detach their songs from the show as it gave their melodies a new sense of clarity and depth.

When having finished the fifth season, I was desperate for more but afraid to google the show and potentially find out it had been canceled.... which is NOT what happened of course because we're talking about thee show that has garnered over 17 million views in less than 3 days for its trailer alone. alright lovelies?

And so just like that, comfortable in my bed and all up to date, the sixth and finale season of This Is Us was premiered in early 2022.

Only couple of months after having cried an ocean over its past seasons, -- if reminder was needed --, I emotionally began this last chapter of what felt in some parts like my own life portrayed on screen. ✨hopes were high - tissu box storage ran low.✨

Season 6 would open to a flashbacks filled episode echoing Season 1, already preparing us for closure and ultimately heartbreaks. Eventually some people were a bit disappointed by the simplicity of the final episode, but the last minute or so really brought it all up for me. It was ending, right there before our very eyes and it was beautifully executed. The ultimate disappointment would have been to not experience any shivers, but that never happened, the show always got in my feelings in one way or another.

The empty boxes of kleenex that I've been sitting on can testify, your honor.

Last but not least, an aspect of the show that I've truly enjoyed is that all characters and actors were given dedicated moments to shine.

The chemistry between them was real, felt and seen both on and off the big screen and that's precious. I miss this cast.

This year, just a few weeks away from my birthday, there'll be no new Jack Pearson butt to be seen, no mothering singing Rebecca, no anxious Randall, no queen Beth, no indecisive Kevin, no self sabotaging Kate and oh do I miss them all. But I am so grateful for the people behind this project and their creative genius that bought us such a magnificent television program. I had low expectations, it now holds a special place in my heart like no other tv series.

This Is Us did not just narrate a story about some random family, it narrated life authentically at its worst and finest. With poetry and grace, it presented different storylines for each and every single one of us to identify, it offered us our very own reflection, and an opportunity to change, learn, heal or grow. This is the reason why so many of us worldwide described it as close to home,

because This Is Us.

🎂 And a very happy (late) birthday to our boo Milo Ventimiglia (08/07/1977) 💘

#milo ventimiglia #mandy moore #this is us #tiu #tiuedit #i am so grateful for this #filmedit #doyouevenfilm #my gifs #mental health #televisongifs #jack pearson #rebecca pearson #Spotify

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afreakingdork · 2 years ago

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It's On the Tip of My Tongue

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader One-Shot

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Content, Aged-up Turtles, Established Relationship, Love, Romance, Cunnilingus, AFAB Reader, Masturbation, Cum Play

Synopsis: Your boyfriend goes above and beyond after offering to teach you Japanese.

Also avaliable on Ao3

Written for the prompt✨Donnie's Love Language is Learning✨

I am so honored and inspired to be surrounded by such incredible writers and artist on a daily basis! This one goes out to y'all plus more specifically @amutantturtleenthusiast and @shiftandshade for literally giving me the premise on a silver platter. Both of your brains blow me away on a daily basis. Pun intended!

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

“What are you?”

Staring hard at the foreign letters on the package you were holding, you glared at the tiny mascot that looked like a buff praying raisin.

Donnie who was a few feet away with a basket tucked into curled arm, barely shot you a glance. “Try the tag.”

“It just says Nobel!” You gripped, turning the parcel over only to find a slew of even smaller font of what looked like walls of doodled strokes.

Sighing as if he were put out, he made the few step trek. You offered him the candy and he instead leaned into your space to review it. “Otoko Ume.” He gave a light scoff. “Man plum, I believe it’s supposed to be a manly amount of sour.” He pointed to the mascot. “Hence whatever this is supposed to be.”

“You had it before?” Turning into him brought your faces closer together.

“I prefer sweeter fruit chews.” He gently knocked the side of his head against yours and moved away.

Watching him depart with a warm smile, you went back to the candy with a tepid frown. Your brow scrunched and then rose as you snapped your neck back towards him. “Wait, did you read this?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and went back to debating chips.

“You can read Japanese?”

“You’ve met father aka Splinter aka Lou Jitsu aka Hamato Yoshi dozens if not hundreds of times at this point.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never heard him speak it!”

He gave you a look that somehow both read disappointed and incredulous. “You do realize how that sounds?”

You grit your teeth and crinkled the packaging with nervous fingers. “Ok, look-”

He turned to you with dubious attention, folding his arms in way that caused the basket to jut out like a plastic welt.

“We’ve been together for how long?” You needed to reframe.

“Four years, 7 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.”

He always spouted off the knowledge like it was nothing. You adored that he kept a running tally.

“And this has never come up in the slightest!?” You swung out your hand to make the point, but it just made it look like you were offering him the candy.

He reached out and plucked a corner of it between a thumb and finger to place it back on the shelf. “Can that be…?” With an extra adjustment to make sure the bag was in line with its brethren, he resumed his crossed stance as he processed the data. “Hm, you may have a point.”

Sighing out of sheer relief, you switched to eyeing him up. “Let’s hear it then.”

He gave it another moment of thought before grabbing a bag of nori shio chips. “Pa-pa tried to teach us when we were very young to varying degrees of success.”

He dropped the selection into the basket and you walked over to scan the savory snacks.

“I’m not sure to the extent, but Raph can certainly maintain day to day conversation. Dad will sometimes switch over when he’s really tired and Raph mirrors the speech. I’ve always meant to test if he’s aware he does it.”

Tempering your eureka moment, you found a bag of snacks you had always wondered about and quickly offered them to Donnie.

He scarcely glanced at it. “Kameda Kakinotane, they’re baked soy sauce rice crackers and peanuts.”

Pulling the package back, you marveled at finally having secured the knowledge that had eluded you.

“Mikey took to reading. When he was real small he’d sit in Dad’s lap and make him slowly read out the ‘pretty letters.’ He maintains accounts on multiple Japanese art sites and I’ve seen him flagging pages from imported books to look back at…” Donnie tipped his head to the side and gave a huff. “I can’t remember the last time I heard him speak it out loud. That’s annoying.”

Still putting a majority of your focus into listening, another package that had vexed you caught your eye so you moved to hold it out.

“Amanoya Himemaru, it’s a fried salty/sweet rice cracker.”

Lighting up, Donnie already had the basket offered out as you shifted to drop them in. You gave him a thankful smile which he lazily returned with a nod.

“As soon as Leo took to Señor Hueso it was all over. That peabrain of his doesn’t seem to be able to hold two languages at once; he dumped all the Japanese for Spanish, if he even had any.”

“Which just leaves the star of the family.” You shifted your body weight to one hip and Donnie regarded you fondly.

“Fluent, as you can image.” He slunk down and around you awaiting further praise.

“Of course.” You gave it in the form of a stroke to his cheek that curled down the scratch that place he liked his beneath his chin. You felt the brunt of his rumbling churr along with a softening of his features in delight.

He allowed it for a moment before reigning himself in as he seemed to remember you were out in public. “Along with a few other languages that were self-taught.”

“My genius.” You hummed, stepping with purpose towards another aisle.

He followed as you approached the daunting wall of teas. The lead position meant he couldn’t see you. Using this time, you crafted your most puppy-like gaze before rounding it on him. It sputtered out as he had already steeled his features into a hard icy line. You almost missed the days when you could routinely catch him off guard to your advantage. He knew you far too well now and though you preferred it, sometimes you wish he’d let you get off once in awhile.

“I’m not going to read off all the labels.”

Your shoulders slacked and your head rolled back in defeat. “Come on!”

“There’s an English proverb that comes to mind…” He feigned thinking even though you both knew he already had the information locked and loaded.

“Yeah, yeah…” You whined.

“’Teach a man to fish.’” He spared you by only reciting a portion.

Your displeasure distracted you for a moment and then you bobbed as the intention hit you. “You want to teach me?”

“If…” His guard lowered in a small and timid way that translated the importance of this gesture. It wasn’t some snide force of information to correct you where public education had failed. It was his family’s culture. Your heart was faulty of bursting before he even finished what he was saying. “… you would be interested in that.”

“Yes.” You had tempered your shout which was a good start, but the urge to tackle him was off the charts. You settled for pressing your arm to his free one and weaving your five digits between his three for a tight squeeze. He showed his appreciation for you holding back by pressing a kiss to your temple.

The air then rapidly change as he parted with your conjoined hands in marched tow. “Let’s begin. Dearest, you picked the perfect place to start!” You balked and he used your surprise to trade the basket into your hands. He then posed in front of the green teas and brought a finger to attention. “Here we have ‘oh-cha,’ or tea. Some might believe this refers to only green tea, but if we dig into the radicals of the characters than we reveal something delightful about the language…”

He droned into both a heady lesson in tea and Japanese that would keep you both at the little specialty grocery store until closing. After getting scolded by an employee and finally making your purchases, you’d somehow been able to coax your purple turtle back to your apartment. You’d been unable to reign that mouth of his in as he doubled all of his sentences throughout your nighttime routine. Even into the kiss goodnight under the covers did he whisper sweet nothings on that dual tongue of his. It would have been sweeter if you weren’t exhausted. You could still hear the syllables as you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, you found yourself snuggled in tight with a cold emptiness beside you. It wasn’t unusual as it was hard to keep Donnie tied down to a mattress for sleepy mornings, so you hobbled up to look for your partner. He was nowhere nearby and the silence that chased your search seemed to indicate he had gone out. Bleary and sleep drunk, you stared at a bright pop of neon purple on the wall opposite you. It was curious enough that you left the comfort of your covers to investigate. Against your body’s protest, you gave a half smile as it came into view. It was a translation for the word ‘wall’ with a Romanized version for pronunciation and two sets of characters. You seemed to remember something about the three alphabets, but you weren’t sure which were on the note.

Resisting the urge to take it down, you turned and caught another purple note on your nightstand. You reached to touch the one on your alarm clock and caught sight of another pressed to the surface of the table as well. Getting a sinking feeling in your stomach, you rubbed your eyes. With renewed gaze, you came to find there were about five sticky notes on the nightstand alone. Foreboding sensations tickled your fingers as you spun around and started to take in just how many surfaces in your apartment were labeled. The purple notes popped up in nearly every inch of the space in some shape or form. It would have been impressive if not for how daunting it was.

Shirking it off, you headed to the bathroom to wash up. It marked the beginning of your battle with the annotations. The one marking the mirror was set in the dead center so you had to move it to see your reflection. The one wrapped around your toothbrush had to be completely set aside and the one on the toothpaste fell off as soon as you picked up the tube. The clipping on your face wash then fell into the sink and the one on your hairbrush had picked up an errant strand to its adhesive. Trying to cool your heated nerves, you went to get dressed and thankfully found no signs of that accursed neon amongst your clothes. Suspicious, you grabbed a shirt and turned to find a detailed manifest taped to sliding door of your closet instead.

You praised yourself for not ripping the thing to shreds and moved in an angry stupor on your couch. Across from you a note clearly sat against the screen of the TV, blocking a little square of the screen in the top center. You stared at it with wide furious eyes as the lock turned at your door. You turned that same look on the only person who had a key.

Donnie slipped in with a brown bag tucked into one arm and did a jaunty little twirl into locking the door back up. He then turned with a bright smile. It didn’t falter as he passed short glance at your furious expression. He brushed past it and headed to the kitchen. Climbing up into the couch, you watched him over the back of it as he sat the bag down and proceeded to get some plates.

“If that’s breakfast than I might be inclined to not get as mad about… all of this.” Looking around it didn’t take long for you to point you the nearest glaring neon offense.

He followed your arm and then gave you a genial nod which you read as a confirmation. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet. Where you had been annoyed, suspicion took over. Doing a half roll, half jump over the couch, you joined him in the kitchen as he laid out two wrapped bodega breakfast sandwiches. The scent distracted you and you reached for one before registering your arm was in motion. He peppered a napkin on top of your plate as a precaution to what would certainly be a messy ordeal and you left him in favor of taking your bounty back to the couch.

You had already gotten a few greasy bites in when he finally came around and set his plate on the coffee table. Through your own chews you watched as he then moved the sticky note on the TV and returned to you. He took a seat beside you and muttered a phrase you swore you had heard in any number of anime before he picked up his sandwich to eat. The curious silence ebbed between bites and when you went for the remote, you didn’t find it in its typical place. Donnie was pretty good about keeping the apartment in order for easy retrievals and you swiveled your head to look for the device. You found it instantly in a green hand and watched as he flicked the TV on. It instantly came alive and within moments you found you couldn’t understand what they were saying.

You slumped back into the cushions. “Of course, you somehow already have it set to some Japanese channel!”

He responded and it took you another beat to realize it hadn’t been another comment from the TV.

“What?” You turned to him, your sandwich already falling to the wayside.

He turned to you and the aura of smugness rolling off of him was palpable. He then went on to not only repeat whatever he had said initially, but rattle off a few more sentences that you presumed were an explanation.

You gave a hollow laugh. “No.”

One of his eye brows lifted in a manner that said the opposite.

“You’re not.”

He said something else in Japanese and went back to eating.

“Of course!” You shouted and looked around frantically. In this sense he was the immovable object, so you were already on the hunt for a work around. Over the years you’d found yourself quite adept an levyig your quick thinking against his staunch attitude. He’d grown humble in some ways, but when he was hyperfocused, you had to get creative. Not finding what you were looking for, you remembered where you had started your day. You found your phone under yet another sticky note in the bedroom. Balling up the bit of paper and tossing it into the trash, you typed out a message.

You: You’re just not going to speak English anymore?

Positioning yourself in the door of the bedroom you watched as Donnie took his time unearthing his phone from his pocket. He then regarded the text and then shot you cocksure grin before typing something out. You waited for your phone to vibrate before looking down.

Mauve Menace 💜: 言語を学ぶ最良の方法は、没頭することです。

That contact nickname had never been more fitting. You smiled regardless because it had been exactly what you expected and you copied the text into a translation window. Your gambit had worked out, but you scowled at its contents.

“Don, I love you and I want to do this, but… you gotta give me a break!” You crossed the room and over to him. Your shift in attitude had him placing his meal back down on the coffee table and extending an arm to you. As you drew close he wrapped it around your leg. “I’ll learn fast this way, yeah.” You reached down and gently cradled his chin where he was already looking up at you. “I need breaks though. My mind doesn’t work the same as yours.” You bent down to place a kiss to the top of his head which he dipped down to make more accessible. “Let’s set up a schedule and do immersion blocks during certain hours? Does that sound ok?”

Though he was still sat on the couch, he scooted to the edge and tugged your leg until your body was flush with his shoulder. He then rested his head against your stomach and thought the proposal over. You waited patiently and twirled your fingers into his little mask tails. When he seemed satisfied, he released you.

“Alright.”

“Ah, English to my ears!” You sang and dipped down to give him another kiss. He met it and you crossed him to drop back into the couch with a plop.

“The labeling…” You glanced at the closest one on the coffee table. “Maybe when I have a little more understanding I’ll come to like them, but for right now there’s way too many. I’m more of a hands-on sort of learner.” You laid your head against the arm rest and debated grabbing the rest of your breakfast.

Donnie gave a little thoughtful hum and mumbled something that you were sure was English, but still didn’t make it to your ears.

You gave your own curious response that he could either leave if he were chugging down a thought train or indulge if he were in a sharing mood.

In a mixed bag of both, he got to his feet. He continued to rattle off a series of what you now could identify as disjointed thoughts. It was the kind of thing he did when he was in a formulation state. You watched as he predictably headed to his desk. He kept his lab in the safety of the sewers, but when you’d chosen to cohabitate, you’d made sure he had space to work on any non-lethal projects.

Curious as to whether he’d go the old fashioned route of digital for what you presumed was a blueprint, you watched as he instead clambered for a box of parts. He then scowled at them, dumping the pieces into another such bin and using the now empty container to push all the work atop his desk into. It was enough to bring you to an upright position; he rarely treated his paperwork so poorly.

You were about to ask when he rounded on you with a manic eye. His body language shifted to tender, but that edge to his gaze said it was a sort of put on. Regardless, your body responded when he ghosted his hands over your shoulders and propped a knee up on the couch. Using the stability, he then crowded you and his lips pressed greedily into yours with enough pressure that you laid back down. By the time he encouraged you to slip your arms around his neck, you had almost forgotten about the strange display. His hands cascaded down your body, massaging your thighs in a way that coaxed them apart. Slotting himself there, his tongue attempted to drown yours and you had a far away thought that he was rushing when he hadn’t even seemed in the mood just a few moments ago.

A single rock into your center caused the thought to evaporate. He kept the pressure vague but ever-present as the pawing make-out session continued. You were near delirious when he pulled back. You watched with a love drunk gaze as he studied you from where an elbow held him up on one side of your head. Admiring his work, he wiped a bit of drool from your lower lip with his thumb and then beamed you an all too saccharine smile.

“I think we’re ready to begin.”

“Uh-wha?” You hadn’t regained the ability to sharpen consonants yet when he left you.

“With the lesson, darling!” He beamed as if that were patently obvious.

You stared at him dumbly and he dipped down to pick you up. One arm slipped under your knees while the other cradled your shoulders. Despite your confusion, you snuggled up to him as he carried you over to his desk. He deposited you right in the center of it and took great care to adjust your seating. When he felt satisfied, you were perched on the very edge with your legs dangling off of it. He dropped down onto his knees before taking one of each of your own in either of his hands. He pressed them together which translated all the way up your thighs. It made the slick between your legs all the more apparent.

Still trying to process what was happening, he set his chin atop your legs and watched you with what you could only describe as an abuse of innocence.

“Donnie… what’s going on?”

“You…” The angelic softness in his eyes caramelized before you as he rose up smoothly into your face. He then tilted his head as if he were going to kiss you, but instead continued, “... said you preferred experiential learning. As do I, so let’s learn.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the lacquer in his tone and he shifted back to his knelt stance. You had the faint idea of protesting, but he then hooked a finger into either side of your shorts.

“Speaking can come later. We’ll schedule it, as discussed, but there’s a little thing we should work on first…”

It took you a moment to find your voice. “Y-yeah?”

He nodded and trailed his fingers around to the button in the front. “The tongue is a muscular organ that among its many jobs helps to manipulate language.”

He was methodically about undoing the stud and you felt the need to anchor yourself to the edge of the table as he dragged the zipper down at a painfully slow pace.

“Its dexterity is of utmost importance and something I’d like to demonstrate to you along with some basic characters before you get into it yourself.”

Your nod started small and then grew eager as he trailed his hands back to your sides. Glad you had a solid grip, you brought your hips up and he slipped both your shorts and underwear off in one go. You sucked a breath in through your teeth as he set them aside, carefully, on a chair before returning to you.

“To clarify, today we’re focusing on Hiragana. Do you remember what that is?” He kissed one of your knees and your jaw fell slack.

Trying to pick it up and swallowing the rapidly accumulating moisture in the process, you licked your lips. “It’s… an alphabet?”

“That’s not as specific as I’d hoped, but you aren’t wrong.” He awarded you by slowly pulling your legs apart. Your body arched instinctively as the collected honey threaded strings between the two sides of your inner thighs. He drew close and shot it an approving gaze before turning it up on you.

“Don-” His name hitched as you melted under the searing look.

“46 characters representing syllables that allow us to write Japanese words, conjugation endings, and grammar particles.” He drawled on as he settled himself into the most comfortable position. It ended with his face right between your legs and his hands wrapped around your legs with a grip on the outside of each thigh. “Let’s start with some monographs, what do you say?”

“Yes, please, just-” You strangled the desperation and tried to translate it into your face.

A fond look broke through his molten façade and he gave a quick peck to your left thigh in what you sensed was an acknowledgement of how well you were playing along. You pried one of your hands free from the table to cover his with a light squeeze to translate something similar.

A flicked gaze back to your core and he was all burning business again. “There are a series of characters that happen to follow along the English vowels…”

You wished you could mouth a response, but the anticipation was throttling your voice.

“Starting from the top.” He closed the gap and pressed his face into your heat. Your head rolled back as he adjusted and then the scorch of his tongue darted out. He made precise strokes and it tore a sound out of you.

“Ah!”

He pulled back just enough so he could speak, “Exactly, unlike our vowels though, Japanese handles the long and short forms differently where need be. For this character, it’s that single sound.”

He immediately pressed his snout into you again and shifted the angle. His tongue dipped between your folds and you huffed.

“Oo!”

“Perfect.” His hot breath tickled you and you squirmed. “You just need to ensure the right mouth shape to make it distinct from...” He surged forward, tracing a hot line down towards your center, but not quite pressing in.

“Oh!”

He was a little slower to retreat and took his time gathering the moisture weeping there. “Do…” He swallowed. “Do you hear the difference? The う is like ‘too’ and the お is like ‘coat.’”

You rolled your hips forward, unable to answer.

“Two more, you’re doing incredible.”

His encouragement brought a pathetic whine up your throat as he nosed into you again. You seized up as he first tasted you then distinctly making the strokes that flicked directly over your clit.

“Ee!”

He rumbled in a way you vaguely understood as affirmative before going for another pattern. Its precise tongue movement didn’t rip a sound from you and for the first time you became semi-cognizant to what he was doing. Memories of him eating you out over the years reeled by as his tongue made flat stimulating laps. He’d been able to finesse his ministrations to the point where he knew exactly where to lick to get you to make the exact sound he desired. You might have been scared of his accuracy had he not finally shoved the thick of his tongue into your hole. A lengthy moan passed your lips and you forewent the table to hold directly onto his head. He awarded you with a few pumps of his tongue before pulling all the way out and putting a several more inches of distance between his face and your pussy than he had yet.

You nearly cried and a pathetic sound trickled out of you. “Eh…”

He panted heavily, shaking his head with a growl. “All five.” He gave your thighs a congratulatory squeeze. “Though that latter one may have sounded like the English ‘e,’ it’s actually interpreted as the ‘i,’ while the former is then the inverse of that.”

You rolled your head from where it was thrown back to look at him in a scandalized fashion.

He smiled darkly. “To recap, that’s い for ‘easy,’ like how easy it is to make you cum and え as in ‘wet’ and how I soak you through after just a few kisses.”

You wanted to scream at him. That fury in your eyes caught his and he gave another easy smile.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The fury petered out and you watched for that affectionate switch to occur. Instead, his blown out pupils read that he was barely holding back. If it had been there, you might have interjected with the amount you held, instead his burning gaze brought out your mimic. “How much?”

“Let me tell you.” He murmured and shot forward. His grip on your legs was bruising and now all his ministrations were exact. A scream surged from your belly and you caught it with clenched teeth. The table rocked as he wrote out an epic with his tongue alone. You scarcely wondered how many pages this explanation would take up as the coil tightened with each twist of brush. He wove a love letter through your folds and across your clit while taking time to dot off sentences with a pump into your core. It was just enough pressure that your arms gave out and you slacked back, caught only by his wall of monitors. You had zero concern for their state as blood rushed in your ears and you could feel your peak coming on. Without your limbs to translate this, you squeezed his head between your thighs to give him some kind of signal. The fingers curled in on one of his hands and you felt the appendage then wave. Despite both your positions, you recognized it as ASL for ‘yes.’

You wanted to strangle the multilingual love of your life.

Instead, he seemed to finish his soliloquy and then attach himself directly to your clit. You came as soon as he did, his tongue eas you from the high as the spring rhythmically compressed and released. His grip on your legs soon loosened and he took great care in licking up the extra slick you generated. Satisfied, his head lolled back and he swiped that magnificent tongue of his over his lips.

His head rested against your inner thigh and you slowly regained the ability to move your arms. Once you had enough control, you used them to pull yourself from his screens and give him a sheepish look. He shrugged it off and rubbed his cheek against you to telegraph that it was alright. You smiled and reached out, needing to touch him more. Brushing your knuckles against his cheek, your tried to keep your lids open. “That much, huh?”

“That much.” He agreed.

You gave a wistful sigh and the inability to lean back properly was starting to wear on you. Donnie stood, freeing himself for your legs for only a moment before leaning down to dip an arm under your knees. This time you were ready and reached out to knot your arms around his neck. He spared you a kiss before surprising you by rotating your body so you could lay out long ways across the desk. You were curious for a moment, until he moved and you noticed that it could easily align your throat with his hips. Thinking this was what he intended, one of your legs came up in a lazy bend and you adjusted your shoulders.

He watched you lazily before going for his waistband. It was a stretchy sort of garment that made for easy transition between day to day and ninja vigilantism. As he prepared to slip it off his hips, you caught the telltale outline as he shimmied the fabric.

“You dropped?” You wondered with a half-lidded gaze.

“Can you blame me?” His pants fell away and he stepped out of them. His cock bobbed lazily now that it was free and he reached down to fist the base. “You did so good in your lesson.”

“It’s already over?” You murmured, biting your lowering lip and unable to look away as he slowly tensed the skin forward.

“No and…” He gave himself a few hard strokes before blowing out a shaky breath. “It’s bad form because I would prefer the lecture had flow, but I’d like to cap off today’s teaching with something a little more complicated.”

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed in agreement, wondering when he’d let you take him.

You watched with a growing furrow in your brow as he moved to jerk himself off to a steady rhythm.

“Can I…?” You drew out the question, pushing up onto one shoulder.

He shook his head and stepped in closer. The wet slap of his fluids resonated in your ears. “I want to watch you.”

“Watch me?” You finally broke eye contact with his cock to search his face. “But I’m not-”

“You’re doing everything.” He corrected sternly.

Your mouth snapped shut and you lay back tensely. He continued to slide his fist from hilt to tip with his speed increasing incrementally.

You studied him until it came to you. “Explain it to me.”

His lips parted with a heady little chirp.

“Teach me.”

“My star pupil.” He groaned into the praise and paid extra attention to his flared head. “While we say it-” He stuttered and his hips bucked into his hand. “-casually. In Japanese culture, you don’t say ‘I love you,’ you show it. If it is said…” He trailed off, drinking you in with a long dragging gaze. “… it makes it all the more special.”

You nodded, curious if this was meant to be a demonstration. It didn’t feel quite right. Though he didn’t say it as often as you did and he was very good at acts of services as illustrated. The more you thought, the more you came to notice he didn’t fit neatly into any of the love languages. In the time your relationship had grown, you found that he completed each in his own way. Instead of overt touch, he preferred little, more meaningful brushes. He’d gone from plying you with inventions to making the occasional one that meant all the more. Quality time had been through the roof since you’d moved in together and you’d often wound up sharing space with one another, content doing separate things. Overcome with the many memories, you came back to yourself as the slap of his fist against his now soaked plastron seemed deafening. You could barely trace his hand as his pace became erratic.

“You.” He heaved the word. “You.” He repeated and turned his body. In a few last desperate tugs, ropes of his semen cascaded down your torso. You gasped at the sudden heat of them and barely registered when he shot forward as soon as the last of it ribboned out. His insane reflexes came into play and this time you couldn’t follow his hands at all as they danced over your belly. You gawked as he then pulled away, one of his fists dripping with his own release. Still feeling remnants, you looked down to find a clear set of characters spelled out in what was left.

You craned up onto your elbows in attempt to read what was written on your body without disturbing the fluid.

He leaned in close and pointed with his free hand as he mouthed, “’Eye-she-teh-ee-mah-ss.’”

You sat up just a bit more and he threaded an arm around your shoulders to support your weight. “Again.”

With his head now right beside yours, he seemed to surprise slightly, but complied.

“One more…” You urged, turning to ghost your lips over his.

He repeated the words and drank you in with a kiss.

You didn’t let it linger and pulled back. Biting your lip, you set your gaze and carefully enunciated what you’d heard. “愛しています”

His lips crushed you back into the table and you could feel him move to grab you but falter with a handful of his cum impeding the action. Clearly annoyed, he broke away to tissue the fluid away before returning with more. He wiped you clean before urging you to your feet which became immediately apparent as a transfer to the bed. He made the trek slow and you huddled close to him. “How did that not flow?”

He gave a dry chuckle and you gave into the sheets. “Only one character I taught you ended up being in the final phase.”

“い” You noted.

He had been in the process of crawling into bed with you and caught you in another crushing kiss.

Pulling back breathless, you could feel a long day of intimacies coming on and wanted to clear one last thing up before it was too late. “And watching me?”

“Working up the nerve to say something that important.” He responded swiftly with that smug grin of his. “Seeing you sprawled out for me, having let me do that to you, and indulging all my little idiosyncrasies…” He reached over and plucked a sticky note from the bedside table.

You promptly snatched it from him and tossed it aside. “It’s that kind of love.”

He grinned and you both fell back into each other’s embrace.

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