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｡°✩ for academic purposes only .ᐟ.ᐟ

Every month Ford experiences the same cycle: scientific curiosity, self-restraint and complete obliteration. He should’ve known better

tags: nsfw, Ford Pines aka uterus researcher, established relationship, nerdy Ford, periods, cycle, journaling, mentions of sex, period sex, breeding kink if u squint, Ford's notes

i would like to personally thank the female reproductive system bc this is the only reason this fic exists

JOURNAL ENTRY — CYCLE ANALYSIS BY DR. STANFORD F. PINES, PH.D. (MULTIPLE FIELDS), AUTHOR OF JOURNALS 1, 2 AND 3, MAN OF SCIENCE, CURRENTLY IN AN INCREDIBLY GRATIFYING AND SCIENTIFICALLY ENLIGHTENING RELATIONSHIP.

SUBJECT: (your name), hereafter referred to as my darling, my sweetheart, my love, my starlight (edit later, leave for now), follows a standard 28-day cycle, but their body’s response to each stage is something i cannot help but study with rapt fascination

STUDY FOCUS: menstrual cycle behavioural & physiological analysis (personal, HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL!!!)

OBSERVATIONAL PERIOD: (start date - present)

FOR SCIENCE & DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED

INTRODUCTION:

oh, my starlight, if you ever find this... i am a dead man. but in the interest of science (and, let’s be honest, my own hopeless fascination with you), i must document this properly. perhaps i should hide it somewhere impenetrable, but then again, i do enjoy re-reading my notes and recalling particularly... captivating instances. must deliberate further.

the goal of this entry? to analyse, in the most thorough and detailed manner possible, the profound effects of your cycle, particularly your most intimate needs and behaviours!

(personal note: this is entirely scientific. definitely. well. mostly. fine, i just want to remember every last detail of you and the way you change through each phase, but can you blame me? you are the most enthralling subject i have ever studied.)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that i, Stanford Filbrick Pines, have been fortunate enough to conduct one of the most fascinating, perplexing and occasionally overwhelming studies of my entire academic career. This, of course, refers to the ongoing, deeply personal and intensively hands-on analysis of my partner's menstrual cycle and its profound effects on both their physiology and our shared... extracurricular activities.

(hands-on research is, naturally, a critical aspect of any thorough investigation. i am, above all, a diligent scientist.)

HYPOTHESIS: her cycle influences not only her physiological state but our shared activities in ways that, if charted correctly, could allow for optimal... performance calibration.

(note: i should really not phrase it like that. sounds terribly perverse. i am a scientist, not a deranged old man. though, considering my reaction to certain phases of this cycle i fear i may be both)

PHASE ONE: FOLLICULAR (DAYS 1-14, PRE-OVULATION)

The luteinizing hormone (lh) surge initiates ovulation and its effects on behaviour are undeniable.

PHYSIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:

• Estrogen levels increase, this means brighter eyes and faster speech. Energy levels rise noticeably, leading to an increase in spontaneous affectionate behavior as hand-holding, lap-sitting, casual nudity. I am holding myself together. barely

• Playful disposition increases, resulting in (very welcome) teasing remarks, touches, and moments of flirtation.

• My sweetheart is adorable, she moves so much. Paces while talking, gestures wildly, kisses me mid-sentence before running off to do something else.

(PERSONAL NOTE: My partner's thighs. have i ever properly documented my fascination with them? i should dedicate a separate entry. but her thighs during this phase are soft and firm, strong but yielding. When she wraps them around my waist, i momentarily lose my ability to process coherent thought.)

Arousal is present but manageable. My love enjoys teasing, initiating long, drawn-out foreplay, but not rushing into things. A preference for languid, exploratory touches, lazy morning sex where she can take her time riding me while still half-asleep.

PREFERRED POSITIONS & BEHAVIORAL NOTES:

• Tends to straddle me while talking, seemingly unaware of its effects. (This is a problem, i cannot concentrate.)

• Kisses are more playful than desperate.

• Lower cervix position = deeper penetration is easier, but subject’s own preference leans toward grinding rather than thrusting.

Overall: delightful Somewhat distracting, but so attractive.

PHASE TWO: OVULATORY PHASE (DAYS 14–17, PEAK FERTILITY)

PERSONAL NOTE: Oh. Oh no. Oh yes.

I am a mere man, defenseless against these biochemical weapons of seduction.

PHYSIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:

• touch frequency escalates, subject initiates physical contact at a staggering (and frankly overwhelming) rate, often in seemingly innocuous ways that, due to my unfortunate hypersensitivity to her presence, result in considerable mental derailment.

• spontaneous arousal occurrences, seemingly triggered by voice depth, prolonged eye contact or even minor dominance cues

• her behaviour changes entirely. she becomes insatiable. restless. demanding.

• physical responsiveness is heightened, tactile stimulation along the spine, lower abdomen or inner thighs elicits a near-instantaneous shivering reaction.

• specific positional preferences emerge:

deep, cervix-targeting angles become more desirable, despite previous sensitivities.

• my darling climbs onto my lap, straddles me, kisses me until i can no longer form coherent thoughts. (note: i have, on three separate occasions, nearly dropped whatever i was holding due to this. once, it was coffee. another time, a priceless extraterrestrial artefact. the third time, my own dignity.)

PERSONAL NOTE: i find myself gravitating toward her like a man under some primitive compulsion.

PERSONAL NOTE: she told me, quite bluntly, that she “needs to feel me ruin her“ and then proceeded to climb into my lap and grind against me until i blacked out momentarily. truly, i have never been more in love.

OBSERVABLE SIGNS OF OVULATION:

• skin luminescence enhancement (note: skin is glowing. literally. did i hallucinate that? no. confirmed under direct lighting. biologically unfair!)

• heightened blood circulation leads to noticeably rosier cheeks, increased nipple sensitivity and a subtle but consistent warmth in the lower abdominal region.

• cervix sits higher, softens significantly; vaginal walls remain in a persistent state of involuntary contraction. arousal response time is astoundingly low, mere seconds of stimulation elicit immediate lubrication. (note: nearly passed out the first time i confirmed this.)

• body appears primed for contact; she leans into touch more, presses against me absentmindedly, makes these little “ah” whimpering noises if i pull away. (note: this is devastatingly effective at reducing my cognitive function to near-zero.)

MORE BEHAVIOURAL OBSERVATIONS:

• heightened assertiveness (dear god.)

• sustained eye contact (i am sweating.)

• subconscious body language cues, what means increased proximity-seeking, enhanced hip sway while walking (i am so normal about this. so incredibly normal.)

• direct verbal cues. e.g. "Ford, come here. sit down. let me straddle you." (???????)

• tactile seeking: my darling cannot stop touching me. fingers constantly curled into my clothes, tracing my chest, sliding under my coat. at one point, she pressed her face against my neck, inhaled deeply and whined. (note: i lost the ability to speak for a full minute.)

• vocabulary exhibits a marked increase in expletives and breathier, higher-pitched intonations. (example: during an encounter last night, she gripped my wrist, dragged my hand between her legs, and in a very insistent tone, said: “Ford, please, please, i need you, i need your mouth, your fingers, fuck, do something“ )

MORE DIRECT QUOTES FROM SUBJECT:

"Ford, if you don’t fuck me right now, i am going to lose my goddamn mind."

"I need you inside me. Now. No, i said now, why are you taking notes, oh my god—“

Unintelligible noises followed by what i can only describe as a feral growl.

PERSONAL NOTE TO SELF:

• do not attempt to maintain professional detachment. it is already lost.

• i swear, my starlight could ask me to hand over my life's work in exchange for kissing her ankle and i would do it without hesitation.

Most devastatingly, she becomes particularly receptive to deeper penetration and—

(note: pause. breathe. do not combust while writing this.)

The increased cervical softening allows for an absolutely devastating depth. She can take every inch of me, every grind against her cervix without discomfort. In fact, she moans for it! Begs for it, pulls me closer, gasping into my mouth, her nails biting into my back, telling m—

(note: take a cold shower.)

Scientifically speaking, her body is in peak condition for conception... and im fully aware of this fact, because every time she tightens around me, i—

(note: for god’s sake, Stanford, edit this later.)

EXPERIMENTAL OBSERVATION: INTERCOURSE DURING OVULATION

PERSONAL NOTE: i am not a young man but good lord.

SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: i need to start doing cardiovascular training if this is going to continue.

By compellingly, sexual appetite during this phase escalates significantly. Vocalisations become more uninhibited, involuntary muscle contractions increase, lubrication levels heighten and orgasmic response is intensified.

additional note: psychological implications are equally profound. subject’s confidence peaks, decision-making speed increases, and overall emotional resilience is heightened.

my sweetheart looked in the mirror today and said she looks beautiful. so proud of my love!:)

TEST ENVIRONMENT: my bedroom

SUBJECT STATE: ovulatory phase, heightened sensory sensitivitу

FORD PINES STATE: near-critical (hypothesis: excessive arousal may cause cognitive collapse. further testing required.)

POSING & ANGLES ANALYSIS: 

BACK-ARCHED, HIPS LIFTED (MISSIONARY VARIANT)

• her legs wrap around my waist immediately, locking me in place. (potential psychological factor: subconscious desire for security??? note: must investigate further. once i regain coherent thought post-orgasm)

• verbal responses increase by 63%. (examples: "oh my god, oh my god, Ford—“ , “please, please, deeper—“,  ”you feel so fucking good—“ etc.)

• cervical pressure is heightened (noted increase in breathy whimpers + desperate fingernail digging into my back)

• direct quote: “Ford, oh my god, deeper, i can feel you in my stomach—” (instant system failure on my end.)

• notable reaction when wrists are pinned above her head triggers rapid pulse, dilated pupils, small, breathy "oh—oh, god—" sounds. (note: physically difficult to maintain composure. potential solution: don’t maintain composure at all.)

• deep penetration, cervix stimulation. position: legs over shoulders. mating press, I think it’s called? anyways. EFFECT: immediate physiological surrender. my darling trembles, clutches at my arms, lets out a breathless, high-pitched little whines and, frankly, i nearly black out from how tight she gets. (note: jesus Ford.)

FACESITTING (I am a ruined man.)

• her hands in my hair, breathy little moans every time my tongue moves. (note: muscle control significantly reduced. fascinating!!)

• grip on my hair tightens when i lap at her clit. (involuntary response: bucking forward. possibly subconscious attempt at deeper pressure?)

• when i grab her waist and press her down harder, she makes this high and loud moan. (note: if i were a weaker man, i would be dead now)

STRADDLING, HIPS ROLLED FORWARD (COWGIRL VARIANT)

• optimal clitoral stimulation (highly enjoyable for both parties)

• direct quote: “Just—just let me use you, okay?”

ON HER SIDE, LEG HOOKED OVER MY SHOULDER 

• deep angle, excessive wetness and overwhelming intimacy

• one of our favourite 

• direct quote: “mmh, feels so good like this—so full.” (i nearly perished.)

BACKSHOT POSITION (EXTENDED DEEP-PENETRATION STUDY):

• initial hypothesis: deeper angle = greater cervical stimulation = heightened pleasure response

• confirmed within seconds. (note: DEAR GOD)

• subject reaction was immediate, sharp gasp upon first thrust. “f—fuck, Ford—ahh, god, right there—” (approx. 5 seconds in.)

“harder—please, please, deeper—“ (approx. 10 seconds in.)

loss of verbal coherence entirely (approx. 20 seconds in.)

• secondary observation: gripping her hips tighter makes her whimper. lifting her slightly higher makes her sob. both are important scientific findings!!

CERVICAL & WOMB-BASED RESPONSES:

• during ovulation, cervix sits higher and softens.

hypothesis: so subject can take deeper penetration with heightened pleasure rather than discomfort!

• confirmed within minutes. (note: will require many, many additional tests.)

• increased suction effect!! vaginal walls clench rhythmically, pulling me deeper. (note: brain ceased function entirely.)

• post-orgasm aftershocks. body remains hypersensitive, resulting in continued involuntary clenching even after climax

ADDITIONAL PHENOMENA:

• reduced patience for direct verbal requests for “breeding,” “filling,” “stuffing,” and other absolutely ruinous terminology.

• noteworthy psychological change. my darling displays an urgent need for full mating contact, requesting (or rather, insisting) that i “stay inside her” for extended periods following climax.

• direct cervical stimulation leads to involuntary whimpering, eye rolling, toe-curling and full-body tremors.

• personal weakness: gasping "right there, right there, right there" when i find the precise angle.

• frequent biting. of me. everywhere. lip marks on my neck, my lips, collarbone. teeth sinking into my shoulder while she’s clenching around me. (i am barely holding myself together.)

• if whispered praise is added (e.g., "you’re so good for me, sweetheart. taking me so perfectly."), subject exhibits full-body shudder and involuntary clenching.

DAY 15. ovulatory window confirmed. direct quote: “Ford, darling, put a baby in me.”........

oh. oh no. at that moment, i momentarily lost all ability to form rational thought. my cognitive processes flatlined. my only active function was a reaction i cannot, in good conscience, document further.

DIRECT RESPONSE (APPROXIMATE, AS MEMORY WAS COMPROMISED): incoherent groan and desperate, feral sort of growl.

PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPACT AFTER INTIMATE INTERCOURSE

• my sweetheart exhibits increased need for physical closeness, wrapping arms around me, nuzzling against my chest, making small, satisfied sounds

• ..... notably, i appear to be suffering the same symptoms

CLIMAX ANALYSIS (Stanford its 4 am, go to slee-)

• observable full-body tremors. internal muscular spasms. impossible to quantify pleasure levels. scale is inadequate.

• immediate cognitive dysfunction:

post-ejaculation speech delay (~12 seconds).

• loss of motor function (i collapse.)

• mild dissociation... ("did that happen in real life or was that an interdimensional hallucination?")

my partner's response: laughter and lots of kisses to my jaw and cheeks

PHASE THREE: LUTEAL PHASE (DAYS 17–28, PRE MENSTRUAL)

my darling gets so sensitive, becomes more prone to snuggling, less prone to teasing. libido fluctuates, but when it spikes, it is sudden and intense.

PERSONAL NOTE: there is nothing more arousing than her needy little whines when she pulls my hands to her chest and begs me to touch her...

NOTABLE BEHAVIOURAL PATTERNS:

• my love's body craves touch, warmth and closeness. she nuzzles into me, sighs when i wrap my arms around her. she likes to lay against my chest, my hand on her stomach, whispering soft praises

• partner exhibits heightened emotional sensitivity, cravings for both physical closeness and specific foods (namely chocolate, pickles, and, perplexingly, peanut butter straight from the jar.)

PERSONAL NOTE: she wrapped herself around me like a koala for two hours yesterday. i had work to do. i did none of it! none!

• sexual behaviour, as mentioned earlier, changes too. desire remains, but preference for gentler stimulation, extended foreplay, full-body contact. intimacy rather than urgency

• preference for slow, deep sex love making. (lengthy sessions. multiple orgasms. excessive praise.) strong desire for full-body contact. (chest to chest, fingers tangled, whispered affirmations.)

• occasional bursts of frustration where she demands to be "fucked properly" (????)

PROGESTERONE RISES, INCLUDING:

• metabolic increase when subject’s caloric intake rises; a preference for carbohydrate-dense, sodium-rich foods emerges, possibly due to fluctuating serotonin levels! (personal note: adorable little thing)

PET NAMES INTRODUCED DURING THIS PERIOD:

“sweetheart” (first observed: day 19, after she clung to my arm for 45 minutes and refused to let go while I was attempting to type.)

“honey” (first observed: day 22, when she started nesting in my sweater like a small irritated woodland creature)

“my love” (first observed: day 25, whispered against her hair while she buried herself under the covers and only emerged when I bribed her with hot chocolate)

"my poor, sweet, overdramatic thing" (day 26, when she claimed she was “literally dying” because I made her get out of bed for two minutes)

MORE OBSERVATIONS:

• subject requires constant touch, if no direct contact is made, pouting will occur.

• breasts become unbearably sensitive. (this has led to certain.... incidents. in which i was scolded for touching when i was explicitly given permission. this is unfair!)

PREFERRED POSITIONS & BEHAVIOURAL NOTES:

• will climb onto me at any given opportunity. (even while i am working.)

• slow, deep wnd intimate contact. heavy emphasis on cervical stimulation, warmth, closeness.

• soft praise required. frequent affirmations, reassurances. (she is particularly receptive to hearing how “beautiful” she is. which is, frankly, an objective truth.)

PERSONAL NOTE: her emotional state during this time, I ADORE IT. my darling needs comfort, touch and reassurance, and, well, i am only human. if she asks me to hold her, i will. if she asks me to lay on top of her and just be warm, i will. if she tells me she wants to feel full, wants to feel every inch of me keeping her safe wants me to tell her how much she is loved... well.

SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: she really, really likes when i call her “smart girl”

PERSONAL NOTE: i have no complaints. zero. none. absolutely none :)

MENSTRUAL PHASE (DAYS 1–5, ACTIVE BLEEDING)

initially, i had hypothesized that sexual activity during this phase would be uncomfortable or at the very least, unappealing to the subject. i was incorrect.

shedding of the endometrial lining initiates vascular dilation, heightened temperature and uterine contractions.

PRIMARY OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:

• temperature regulation is disrupted, subject experiences fluctuations between feverish warmth and sudden chills. skin remains notably softer during this phase

• muscular fatigue, increased joint tension, my darling often seeks massage therapy, sustained compression (weighted blankets, my own body weight), and slow movement assistance.

• experiences waves of pain and discomfort, interspersed with unexpected surges of desire.

• blood viscosity is fascinating!!!!! color shifts from bright red (early days) to a deeper hue with occasional clotting (mid-phase). i have documented firsthand how the consistency changes during... se- various activities.

My sweetheart currently suffering the full physiological impact of uterine lining detachment, fluctuating between lethargy, irritability and an insatiable craving for attention, pressure, and snacks.

SCIENTIST’S DUTIES DURING THIS TIME:

• food preparation (nutrient-rich, iron-replenishing meals)

• pressure application (via full-body weight or strategic abdominal massages)

• endless patience (tested frequently)

EXPERIMENTAL CULINARY TRIALS

Partners nutritional intake fluctuates wildly during this phase. one moment, she craves salt; the next, sugar. she has, at times, demanded both simultaneously (a truly confounding biological mystery).

DAY 2 OF MENSTRUATION. my partner appeared lethargic, burrowed into blankets, making small, distressed noises whenever she moved

direct quote: “Ford, if i don’t get mac & cheese in the next ten minutes, i will die.”

counterargument: “you literally just ate an entire chocolate bar, honey”

Partner’s rebuttal: long, drawn-out groan followed by burrowing deeper and a tragic little sigh of suffering.

conclusion: i made the mac & cheese. i am weak

PERSONAL NOTE: my darling told me, quite shamelessly, that orgasms help her cramps. i told her, quite honestly, that i would be happy to conduct further research in this area ;)

DIRECT QUOTES FROM SUBJECT:

“Ford, it helps the cramps, please, this is literally medical.”

“Mmm, you’re so warm. No! don’t move, just stay inside me like that.”

SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: the psychological aspect of this is fascinating! the hormonal interplay of pain relief, emotional vulnerability, and deep, physical intimacy is something i should, theoretically, analyse further.

QUATERNARY PERSONAL NOTE: if i am not careful, i am going to end up proposing to this person during a study session.

of course reblogs/comments are always highly appreciated, but yeah, no pressure

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heyyy el

requesting politely reader ... tending to ... arlecchino with her mouth and going from starting timid to taking a bit more control to arles surprise

lots of care and love just like in the one you just posted :3

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Hi anon<33 I hope you are doing well and having a nice night (it’s night for me). I liked this idea >:) sorry lol it took me a while to come up with a concept but I hope this suffices 😁😁😁 (hi guys the dirty words are slowly making a reappearance)

Word count: 2.2k

Contents: soft dom!reader (kind of yes), bottom Arlecchino, cunnilingus (funny word), fingering at the end, orgasm denial (ONCE GUYS OKAY ONCE), also praise (guys I’m cooked)

Songs I listened to (for fun): fantastic- king princess (is this one obvious or not), disease- lady gaga, shhh!- viviz, pivot- HEYOON, boyfriend- dove Cameron, impurities- le sserafim

There’s more but I forgot

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Arlecchino is not a receiver. She gives and takes nothing, it’s how she’s always liked it, whatever the reason may be. She has not explained, and you doubt she will. Arlecchino is very secretive, you’ve come to learn. She divulges what she must, and keeps the rest hidden. Even you, who seems to know more about her than anyone ever has, is kept in the dark about a lot of things– what exactly triggers her nightmares? What truly happened with that ‘Mother’ of hers? There are rumours, of course. Arlecchino is mad and cursed, she killed her Mother ruthlessly without reason, she killed her best friend for nothing other than a simple quarrel. You know them to be false, now you know her better, but what you can’t seem to understand is why she lets the lies fester, why allows herself to be portrayed as a cruel monster. She can’t seem to answer you.

Arlecchino also refuses to tell you why she pushes herself so hard, or why she has such strict rules for herself. You beg her to take that damn suit off constantly (for.. Multiple reasons, both you and her know that well enough– she only obliges when it ends in you as a quivering mess on the bed). “What happened to regular clothing? I know you dislike dresses, but you don’t have to force your body into that silly suit all the time.” is a phrase often uttered. Silence is the only answer given.

Silence seems to be an answer you get from her often. In different contexts, of course. Sometimes, she is silent when she is comfortable, when she is thinking, when she is angry.. You realised long ago that she is a woman of few words– and even fewer sounds. During the rare occasions you get to make her feel good (whether that’s simultaneous to your own pleasure, or before), the only sounds you really hear are the soft breaths and the slight grunts whenever you do something she particularly likes. You have made it your mission to coax more sounds out of her, even if it’s the last thing you do. You experiment with different things each time you get to make her feel good, anything remotely sexual she’s done to you, you try with her. Degradation doesn’t work, her only response is a cock of her eyebrow and a scoff. Praise is a little bit better, earning a soft kiss on whatever part of your skin she can reach. Tying her up is out of the question– she has made it abundantly clear multiple times she only enjoys the act of bondage, however small, when you are on the receiving end. It’s the case for a lot of things, and it almost irritates you. Almost. it turns out the answer is something much simpler than anything you’ve ever tried, and you mentally curse yourself for taking so long to figure it out (for Arlecchino, that was the point. She likes the game, even if she truly is trying to keep her weakness hidden).

The answer was something she had done to you almost every time you had engaged in some form of intimate act with her. There aren’t many acts more intimate than your partner giving up the ability to speak because their tongue seems to be.. Busy. You just hadn’t realised that Arlecchino would ever be on the receiving end. So, after much pleading (and begging to the point it almost seems you’re begging her to fuck you instead of the other way around), she seemed to relent. Barely.

“Let me try,” comes the soft whisper from your lips, hitting the side of her neck as you gently place kisses there. There’s no reaction, but you could swear you felt a shiver. Moving away from the milky, unmarred skin of her neck (one of the only places that isn’t marked with either her curse or an array of scars), you almost expertly push the blazer off her shoulders before slowly sinking to your knees. The carpet is fuzzy, but it doesn’t do much to soften the hard wood underneath. You can’t find yourself caring. The blazer lands on the back of the desk chair. Excited, desperate fingers tug at the buttons of those godforsaken trousers until they finally do what you want them to do. You’ve done what you can, you can’t push her hips up so you can continue to take them off, she’s stronger than you’ll ever be (you like that). “Don’t you think it would feel nice? You know it feels nice. Do you not think you deserve it?”

“I do not deserve the pleasure you give me,” she murmurs, a rare show of her inner thoughts. The woman criticises herself too much, you think. You wish she wouldn’t be so strict with herself.

“Irrelevant,” She shivers at the slight sternness of your voice. It mirrors her own. “Do you want it?”

Arlecchino doesn’t respond for a while. Her hand moves to your head, and she caresses your hair, gently stroking and tugging at the strands before she eventually speaks, a whisper, a subconscious attempt to hide the fact she’s about to chase something she never allows herself to. “Put a pillow under your knees, at least.”

You grin, so pleased with yourself. You stand again, only to sprint and find a pillow. It happens to be the pillow you sleep on, it doesn’t matter. You return to your position only to find her trousers messily on the ground, and the top four buttons of her dress shirt undone. The look in her eyes is one you’ve rarely seen– want. “Beg.” you whisper, the grin still on your face. Arlecchino’s own face twists into a frown.

“I will die before I beg for anything.” Her tone is resolute, and you sit there nonetheless, unmoving apart from the finger tracing up and down her toned thigh. You both stay like that for an agonising two minutes before she barely mumbles. “Please.”

You are incredibly aware that you won’t get more than that, so, even though you know it doesn’t do much, you mutter “good girl”. It does do something, though. You barely hear it, but her breath shakes. You take it as an initiative to start, so you let your lips find her thigh, planting wet, open mouthed kisses up towards her inner thigh. You continue, and– she’s soaked already. You’ve done exactly nothing and she’s as wetter than you’ve ever seen her. Your eyes move up to hers, a raise of your eyebrow as you open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off before you can speak.

“Do not. I am aware of the.. situation.”

“But you’re all wet and it’s all for my tongue. Isn’t that sweet?” You’ve never been this cocky at all, and Arlecchino would be a liar if she said she didn’t like it. She tries to find words, something to refute the claim, but her words are ripped from her lips when she feels your own lips graze her clit. It’s a tiny movement, really, but one she isn’t entirely used to. The only reaction she makes, however, is a slightly sharper exhale. Until your eyes stare straight into hers and you do it again, though for longer. Then again, though this time your tongue presses flat against it. Your tongue doesn’t move, much to Arlecchino’s dismay. The hand that rested in your hair gently tugs.

“Continue.” She speaks breathily, and her words shake. You can practically hear her gulp as she tries (and fails) to calm herself, and you know she’s probably telling herself to show no emotion. Though, when you finally start moving your tongue in slow, languid motions, you hear her shaky sigh and feel her hand in your hair tighten even more. You try to find a rhythm that affects her the most, alternating between soft licks and harder presses— you find that swirling your tongue around her clit, occasionally moving down to dip your tongue into her aching cunt. Your eyes dart up to her every few seconds to catch her mouth falling open and her head tilting back. When her mouth isn’t open, she’s stifling any noise she could possibly make, gritting her teeth so hard you’re almost certain they’re going to crack. The next time you tear your eyes away from her skin and move them to her face, her eyes are squeezed shut, and only then does a quiet groan escape her.

Something seems to change in your mind, because your hands move to grip her thighs, holding them apart despite them trembling. She’s sensitive, after all, it isn’t often she gets taken care of, is it? The blackened hand not pulling greedily at the strands on your head moves in an attempt to push your hands away, but your voice vibrates against her (which of course, causes another quiet sound to slip from her). “Keep your hands on the chair.”

Arlecchino’s eyes shoot open, a gasp practically ripping through her lungs. “You cannot expect me t—“

“Do it or I stop. Let me finish making you feel good.” She scolds herself internally for letting you get too comfortable with her own tricks. Either way, it feels good and she doesn’t want you to stop, though she’d rather cut off her own arm than admit it. She doesn’t need to say a word, though, the small groans (and whimpers) tell you everything. Especially when they grow louder, and her chest begins heaving, and her voice breaks with every utterance of your name. It’s the most pleasure she’s ever outwardly expressed.

“Why did you stop?” Her exasperated, breathless voice echoes the room. You stopped just as her orgasm was reaching the peak, causing it to ebb away quickly, a sense of disappointment growing in Arlecchino’s stomach. Her eyes, now piercing into you with that familiar irritated stare, meet yours, your own full of amusement. Wiping your chin (when you’re eating pussy like it’s the last meal you’ll ever eat, it tends to get messy, doesn’t it?), you chuckle and respond in your own teasing lilt.

“You taste so good, and your pussy is so damn pretty, Arlecchino. I don’t particularly want to stop right now. You can take it, can’t you? Keep your hands still.” Her face twists into some odd mix of mortified and aroused, but your tongue meets her clit again, and the only sound she can make is something so uncharacteristic, a whine. You continue exactly what you were doing before, though this time you decide to slide a finger into her— the reaction she gave was definitely a pleasant one, her back arching off of the chair, her hands squeezing the seat of it in an attempt to keep them still. Arlecchino reaches the peak quicker this time, and despite your bossy orders, she finds herself melting into you completely, her hips grinding herself onto your tongue as much as she possibly can. It’s completely different to how she was at the beginning, her plan to remain unbothered and stoic foiled.

“Can I— please don’t stop this time.” When there comes no response from you other than a curl of your finger, she moans your name in a useless attempt to get you to answer her. You’re being mean, she thinks, and you’re using everything she does against her. “Answer me. Tell me I can cum.”

How is she still demanding things from you even in this position? She lost all control a long time ago. You find your eyes opening though, and while adding a second finger, your voice softens and you speak, voice full of affection. “Be good and cum for me, then. Now, before I change my mind. Let yourself feel good, yeah?”

Arlecchino doesn’t need to be told twice, because her hips lose whatever rhythm they had when your tongue presses flat against her, letting her choose the pace and the rhythm she knows will get her there quickest (it doesn’t take long, the woman is so sexually pent up it’s laughable). Within a minute, she’s crying out, her hands flying up to her face to cover the obscene expression she knows is there. You pay no attention, only watching every movement with a sense of satisfaction and a smile in your eyes. You keep your finger curling and your tongue still until her body stops rocking, and her hands leave her face. When her face, the one you find so beautiful, emerges from behind her hands, mascara slightly smudged, you can’t help but snicker as you pull out and away from her.

“Better?” You ask, wiping your chin once more with the back of your hand. You somehow look so smug and the look on your face pisses Arlecchino off, just a little. How you’re so calm and collected and she’s a fucked out mess sat in her desk chair.

“Yes,” she says, her voice sharper than she intends it to be really, but she continues in the same tone. “I do hope you don’t think we’re finished, hm?” Your head tilts in slight confusion, but the smile remains on your face. After a while, Arlecchino’s own lips twitch upwards, barely noticeable, but you notice nonetheless. “How could I leave you without feeling good, too? Go to the bedroom, please.”

[clip-the-simp]

A Logan Holiday

Ao3 Master list

Pairing: Logan Howlett // Wolverine x mutant!fem!reader

Word count: 2,536

Cw: slight proofreading, fluff, slight angst, winter holidays, language, alcohol, talks of war (?), this really is just kinda fluffy.

Summary: The reader tried to find Logan to celebrate the winter holidays. She finds him isolating himself from the festivities but doesn’t allow him to sulk in peace.

A/N: I got the writing bug and it’s for Logan. 7 year old me should NOT have been so down bad for this man but she was. But I guess that’s what happens when you have raging parental issues. Enjoy this very out of season dribble.

The air had chilled from the winter that settled in during December. Snow dusted over the grounds of the Xavier Institute as it fell softly from the sky. Most of the children had gone home for the winter break but there were always a few that stuck around the mansion. However, even with many of the school's inhabitants gone, the halls were still lively with the holiday spirit.

Gambit along with Rouge were busy in the kitchen whipping up treats for everyone to enjoy. Their laughs could be heard from the hall as you passed which filled your heart with warmth.

Jubilee tasked herself with the responsibility to run through the mansion halls and decorat to her heart's content. She had nearly ran into you multiple times from not paying attention but it was understandable. Her and Kurt had challenged one another to see who was the better decorator. And from the look of things Jubilee was going to win this one.

Jean and Scott were busy putting up a pine tree in the massive living room. The tree towered over everyone who stood near it but that just gave ample opportunity for decorating. Scott of course took the lower branches while Jean used her abilities to fly to the top. Presents laid under the tree for everyone who stayed for the winter and it brought a smile to your face as you thought about all the love that filled the school.

Leaning against the door frame, you couldn’t help but think about how much you would enjoy spending this time with Logan but he was nowhere to be found. He had run off that morning and you couldn’t track him down. You knew he didn’t like the holidays but you wish he wouldn’t run off like he did. There was a hand suddenly on your shoulder that forced you out of your thoughts. Startled, you jumped around and found Ororo behind you. She looked just as shocked at your reaction as you were.

“Wow now it’s just me.” She reassured you with a smile. Having taken her hand off your shoulder, she returned it to her hot coffee mug that was in her other hand. You let out a sheepish chuckle as you caught yourself.

“Sorry Ororo. Been a little in my head this evening.” You leaned back against the door frame and continued watching as Jean placed the star at the top of the tree. Ororo hummed an understanding note with a nod.

“You’re worried about Logan, aren’t you?” She questioned as she took a slow sip from her drink. You gave her a weak smile at her acknowledgment. Everyone knew you were close to Logan, but no one knew just how close.

It was a one sided kinda love. The two of you had lived through the same worldly events. With every war you had found your way back to him. Although he never had noticed you. Your role was always that of a medic and since Logan never needed medical attention he had never taken notice of you. Sure there were many occasions he would bring a fellow soldier back from the battlefield, bloody and barely holding on to life, but he never stayed long. Through every war you had been there to watch him and his brother fight both on and off the field. When a war would end the two of you would part ways for the time, but war never changed and it always brought you back.

During the Vietnam war however was when you thought you lost him forever. After Logan’s brother Victor had killed a commanding officer they were sent to be executed. You knew it wouldn’t work but there was still a pain in your chest from knowing you wouldn’t see Logan again. That was until many years later when Scott had hauled Logan’s limp body into the institute which caused your heart to seize in your chest. But even with Logan being so close now you didn’t dare confuse that love you still felt for him. Not only because of your cowardice but also due to his lack of memory. There was no chance you would pursue what only you could remember of him.

So you decided to build a new. Scrubbing your memories of the old Logan for ones to make with the one standing today. He was still mostly the same gruff man you knew, but he no longer remembered what all had happened to him. With those thoughts floating though your head you shook them away to bring yourself back to the moment. Ororo looked at you with a soft smile and gentle eyes.

“How did you know?” You asked jokingly as you crossed your arms over your chest. Your smile became more stable as you straightened your posture. “You haven’t seen him have you?”

“Not since this morning. But Charles may have better knowledge of his whereabouts.” She offered before stepping through the large doorway. You watched as she settled herself down on the couch in front of the fireplace. The fire crackled and kept the room warm despite the large windows that covered most of the walls in the room.

Deciding to take Ororo’s suggestion you went to find The Professor. If you remembered correctly he and Hank had settled into the library to play chess while reminiscing on the past. Making your way there you bumped into Kurt who teleported right in front of you causing him to run into your chest.

“Oh, sorry! Gotta run! Can’t have Jubs beat me!” And with that he was gone in a flash. A chuckle left your lips as you made it to the library where you found Charles. The men sat at a table with a chest bored in front of them, but as you entered both raised their heads to look at you.

“Hello professor, I’m sorry to bother you but have you seen Logan?” Your words came out more rushed then had been intended but you were starting to get antsy. He couldn’t have just dropped off the face of the earth. All the vehicles were still in the garage so you know he was here somewhere.

“I haven’t my dear. But we both know how he gets around the holidays.” The Professor informed you with a wariness in his voice. Charles was the only one to know of your history with Logan and understood your care for the man. You let out a sigh as another attempt to find Logan failed.

“I know. But Thank you Professor, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. See ya.” You bid farewell to the two chess players before walking to your room. It was almost driving you mad trying to find Logan. Deciding to take a break you went to your room to change and grab the gift you had for the Wolverine. You had been walking around the mansion in your sweatpants and a festive long sleeve shirt but decided it was time to take the search outside.

As you finished changing into your jeans and put on a jacket over your long sleeve you looked out the window. When looking outside you’re immediately greeted with the pond, but if you look farther you can see some of the trees that scatter the grounds, limbs bare of leaves. In one of those trees you had spotted a shadowy figure amongst its branches. There was no doubt in your mind who it was. So in a quick fashion. You laced up your shoes, grabbed the gift off your night stand, and ran out the door as you tucked it into a large inner pocket of your jacket.

The air bit at your exposed skin as you stepped out. The snow was still falling steadily to the ground as you found yourself outside. Not wanting to get your shoes to wet you formed a small disk of light particles and jumped on.

Your mutation allowed you to manipulate atoms on a subatomic level which you used to your utmost advantage. But you never used them in the ways a villain would, only ever utilizing them for shield defense or healing small injuries on others.

Maneuvering the disk under your feet you made your way over to the tree Logan resided in. It didn’t take long before you were at the base of the tree. Dissolving the light you had used leaving you standing in the snow behind Logen, you stared up at him.

Logan’s face was lit only by the full moon that hung high in the sky, casting a glow over his features. His brows were furrowed while deep in thought as he slumped over the tree limb he was perched on. You couldn’t help admiring him even if he seems upset. Taking a moment to clear your throat you began to speak.

“Mind if I join you?” You heard a grumble from the man as he registered your existence. Taking a moment to unslouch his shoulders he looked down at you .

“I just can’t seem to lose you can I?” Logan gruffed as he watched you summon another disk to lift you up into the tree. His eyes trained on your every move as you plopped down beside him on the sturdy branch.

“You have no idea.” You retorted as you let your legs swing back and forth. He raised his eyebrow at that remark which caused you to pale slightly. “Why don’t you come inside? It’s a lot warmer and you wouldn’t be alone.” You quickly changed the subject back to your mission. A slight growl left Logan’s throat as he slumped back into his previous stance.

“That’s why I’m out here, kid. I want to be alone.” His eyes became fixed on the vast yard that laid before him. The snow was building steadily over the grass as the temperature continued to drop.

“Well that’s too damn bad.” You informed him which only caused his brow to furrow deeper. His leather jacket tightened against his back as he inhaled. Logan knew you weren’t going to just leave him. No matter how mean he got or how unsavory, you stayed. He never understood why and figured he never would.

“But since you’re not going to come in,” you opened up your jacket to pull out the present. He turned his attention back to you and his eyes widened just a fraction. “here. I got you a little something.”

It wasn’t wrapped due to its odd shape but you figured he wouldn’t mind too much. As you handed it over he took a moment to examine it. On an overnight mission in Ireland Logan and yourself had found a local pub. He wasn’t too picky when it came to his whisky but you couldn’t help notice the way he enjoyed this particular brand.

So on the last day of the mission you had wandered back into that same bar and bribed the bartender to sell you an unopened bottle. You were lucky to not have been caught with the liquor on your way back into the institute.

It clicked in Logan’s head instantly as he turned the bottle over in his hands. The Amber liquid sloshed steadily around the glass as he turned it. You watched as he examined it, slowly starting to become self conscious of the gift. His silence wasn’t helping either. The cold had started to bite through your jacket causing you to pull the zipper up your neck. Your gaze fell to the ground below as you started to ramble.

“I saw how you enjoyed it while we were in Ireland so I just thought-“ you were cut off as Logan pulled you into his side. His hand rested on your waist as he brought you closer. The warmth he radiated through his own jacket soothed the chill that had begun to settle into your bones. You looked up at Logan a bit astonished and found he was already looking at you.

“Thank you.” He said simply. There was a genuine appreciation in his tone which caused your face to warm. He was so close which sent your system into overload. Your body grew hot as a spark shot up your spine from the contact.

“No problem.” You replied with a slight shake in your voice. Logan’s grip on your waist disappeared as he shuffled beside you. Too focused on the loss of contact you were startled when his jacket was draped over your shoulders. The smell of his cigars and a lingering scent of pine filled your nose. You couldn’t help tucking yourself further into the warm leather, pulling your arms through the sleeves.

“Thank you. Guess my jacket wasn’t as thick as I thought it was.” You sheepishly admitted. Logan let out a chuckle before placing his arm back around you. His other hand still gripped the bottle of Whisky.

“You should get back inside before you catch a cold.” He warned, his thumb slowly rubbing your side. You let out a chuckle before poking at his shoulder.

“I’m not leaving without you.” A smile bloomed across your face as he let out a sigh. He knew you weren’t lying when you said that. There had been many occasions you had done it before, he both loved and hated that about you. With a grumble he removed his arm from around your waist and jumped down from the tree.

“Come on then.” He said before placing the bottle of whisky in the snow and reached a hand up towards you. A look of skepticism passed over your face as your head tilted to the side.

“Are you going to catch me?” You couldn’t help but ask. There was no doubt in your mind that he wouldn’t. Logan never deliberately hurt you, except for a few times during training. But you had asked him to not hold back, so he didn’t.

“Always.” Logan reassured you with a smile across his face. The branch wasn’t too high up but it would still hurt like a bitch if you landed wrong. So with cautious movement you pushed yourself off and within seconds you were against Logan’s chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you flush to his body.

You didn’t want to let go. It felt so right being this close to him in his embrace. However you knew that moment had to come to an end. He put you down so your feet were on solid ground before turning to pick up the whisky bottle. Your grip tightened on Logan’s jacket as he began to walk toward the mansion. You summoned one last disk before gliding beside him. Hovering off the ground you were now eye level with Logan.

“I knew you’d come around.” You leaned in to elbow him, he was so easy to tease. Sure Logan had a bad temper and an even worse past, but even with his gruff exterior he was a sweet guy underneath. As much as he didn’t want to admit it. He looked over at you and placed an arm across your shoulders. Hand resting on your shoulder and giving a slight squeeze.

“Shut up.” He grumbled.

[lovelyinhell]

duplicitous - part one

primary tags: heeseung x f!reader, jake x f!reader, heeseung x jake x f!reader secondary tags: darker themes, a lot of anger from the two male leads (its kinda hot tho :3), smut, vouyerism, masturbation, mxm themes, degrading (kinda? depends on what you consider that is), mean jake, heeseung is a loser (who get bitches tho), family tension, stepcest, multiple sexual encounters ( i think maybe 2 in this part), and more to be added in later parts!

synopsis: jake and heeseung have grown to hate each other, but can their relationship be mended by a lil fucking around with the help of a friend?

word count: 2218 words

side notes: there's more than likely grammatically errors since this is tumblr yall.... not a research paper!!! don't come at me for the excess and inappropriate usage of commas, quotations, and other writing devices... im just a girl :(

heeseung and jake. two brothers bonded together by the marriage of their respective parents. their relationship started in kiddie soccer games where jake’s father had coached the youth of the wealthy socialite circle that heeseung’s mother was all but disgusted with. that small connection between their parents is what led to the two becoming brothers. but the two had very distorted emotions for the other.

heeseung was the oldest of the pair and with that, he was treated as capable of withstanding difficulties. jake was “inexperienced” in such abilities as his father liked to put. jake had lost his mother before he even got to know her. she had died while carrying him and jake had felt the burn of his father’s resentment ever since.

jake’s once appreciative and admiring view on heeseung was now one of jealousy and a twisted yearning. it was weird in jake’s mind, how a friend he once loved to watch run with a ball turned into a dislike that he masked with envy. 

he was not alone in his dislike for his brother; heeseung had felt similar emotions. from losing his father at a young age, he was made the man of a household that only consisted of his mother and himself. the restriction of child labor laws didn’t limit heeseung’s ability to provide for himself. he maintained a rigid schedule throughout his high school years, maintaining his near perfect scores and working late hours for construction gigs. he had grown to become self-reliant from early on. 

which was why jake had been a person of unadulterated hate to heeseung. jake had it easy. jake had someone who was capable of shielding the harsh realities of the world which allowed him the delight of simplicity and youth. he was not given that, instead heeseung was given a mother who’s whole life was depended upon a dead soldier who found serving his country more important than serving a family. heeseung’s mother had then turned to indulgently spending her time on filling the gaping void in herself, whether through paying for services or seducing men who had grown interested in a woman who had always looked in a state of anguish. 

the moment that jake and his father had step foot into his family home, he knew that his life would forever be a suffocating one… that was until he met you. 

his first year of college was incredible, so freeing and flexible. he no longer had any serious responsibilities and was allowed to truly indulge himself in the world of drugs, partying, sex, and other taboos. heeseung was no stranger to these vices but chose to keep far away from them as the temptation of falling into them while also maintaining a high gpa in highschool were impossible to manage. with the very limited free time he did have however, he slept with any girl eager to strip themselves of clothing in his presence. heeseung’s charm was one that he managed to perfect, thanks in part to the morning afters where his mother’s “friends” enjoyed in providing a sort of faux-fatherly advice on women to a young heeseung. 

heeseung wouldn’t label himself a player as most women were aware of his notorious reputation however this didn’t stop many of them from believing they were “special”, but you truly were in his eyes.

your stone cold demeanor and soft features were what drew in both heeseung and his roommate. you never really drew attention to yourself, but heeseung couldn’t help seeking your presence in any class he had. you were distant from others, but never shy. first to be in class and first out. heeseung nevers sees you with anyone, heck he doubts you have friends. but your so…. you. you sit directly in the center of the lecture hall and heeseung knows this because he intentionally sits 2 rows above your seat. watching you attentively watch professor sunghoon teach. 

maybe too attentively… 

both heeseung and his roomate made a bet on who would be first to seduce and unfortunately heeseung’s roommate had won. his roommate made sure to thoroughly detail how “soft” and “innocent” you had been. noting how you were more than likely a virgin and completely unaware of how “rough sex” would be like. heeseung had to restrain himself from physically recoiling at the remarks his roommate was spewing. what did the guy know about having experience? he had only just lost his virginity at orientation week and now considered himself the expert at sex? 

heeseung was not completely over you, he had wanted to properly please you. to show you the ways of sex and how much more fulfilling and all consuming good sex would be like. lucky for him the following week was halloweekend and the slutty costumes that both genders had wore gave the perfect chance for heeseung to show to you his acclaimed abilities.

the party was at jay’s parents mansion which by comparison to heeseung’s house was on an entirely different level of wealth. heeseung and jay were good friends in highschool, not that close but close enough to talk to about their shitty rich parents. heeseung had dressed up as ghostface minus any sort of clothing that would provide him warmth during October’s chilly weather. he sent a text earlier in the week, inviting you to jay’s party. it had been 3 days and all heeseung got back was the words seen and no written reply on whether you would appear.

heeseung had spent most of the party in a pissy mood, completely neglecting the many other women who were drawn to his shirtless ghostface attire. he had simply just grown infatuated with you. he couldn’t accept the fact that you had chosen his roommate over him, losing a chance at losing your virginity to a man who could provide you with the most toe-curling orgas-

in the corner of his eye, he saw the back of a familiar head with a shorter woman trailing behind him. 

what the fuck is jake doing here? and why the fuck does his company’s ass look so delectable? 

heeseung was always aware of the girls that jake was screwing, he made it his mission to know. there was this level of power he felt in controlling his brother’s life, the type of control that made him ecstatic. he would intentionally plead with the girls he screwed to go and seduce his brother, he convinced them that jake was having a “hard time right now”, but truthfully? he secretly enjoyed listening to what jake was like in bed.

their rooms were right next to each other so heeseung only assumed it was right to listen in because what if his brother needed assistance? 

“jakey you’re so big… i don’t think that’s gonna fit in me.. f-fuckkk” the girl yelped as jake shoved his raging boner into her. “i spent… f-fucking… who knows how long…. playing with your pussy, the least you could do…. is let me f-fuck that pretty hole of yours” heeseung’s hands now traveled down his own body, feeling warmth from listening to an angry horny jake. 

the now muffled moans of the girl, the slapping sounds of sex, and held back whines of jake had given heeseung the hardest boner he has ever had. jake’s a whiner? heeseung couldn’t control himself. he got down to floor, getting close to the open space by the wall. sliding down his navy blue plaid pants and getting on his knees, he presses his ears against the cold white wall. the sounds were now more easily heard, fuck my tip is already leaking. heeseung began slowly stroking his now hardened and sensitive cock.

“s-shut the fuck u-up…. heeseung ‘s gonna hear you sweetheart. how do you think he’s gonna react to you…. taking his younger brother’s cock?” he says breathlessly, still maintaining his speed. heeseung is at first spooked by his brother’s random mention of him, but his hands never leave his cock. the once slow strokes become tighter and faster as heeseung could no longer edge himself to jake’s activities. 

“jake! j-jake! fuck jakey please let me cum” the girl whines and heeseung also feels the buildup of release coming over him. “hold it”, heeseung stills. fuck just let me cum man, the girl is a mess as heeseung hears her voice breaking, consumed with desperate pleas. “j-jakey please.. i need you to let me cum… i-i can’t take anymore of this” the girls pleas cause jake to twitch inside of her, finding it cute to see such a helpless girl underneath him. jake slows slightly, “since you’re asking so s-sweetly, i’ll let you cum dear… but it’s gonna cost ya..”, jake then with all the strength left in him, pounds the girl’s pussy. heeseung hears this so clearly and fuck his hand is already beating his sensitive cock and milking the cum he’s been holding on. it spills out, pouring all over his cock and even drips onto his pants. heeseung is panting, having not felt that pure rush in what seemed like forever. the sound of pounding continues, the girl's once vocal pornographic moans now turned into unintelligible grunts as if her ability to moan was costing her too much energy. “t-take it all. fuck you’re such a good cum bucket for me…. oh fuck yes yes yes let my seed impregnate your womb with good sperm… bet heeseung never got you like this huh?”

heeseung  furrows his eyebrows as he recalled the memory, unable to determine whether that was the great orgasm he has ever had or if he’s a fucking weirdo for listening to his younger brother pour out his cum in a girl he previously fucked. either way… it was-  

heeseung had decided to follow jake and his mystery woman, making sure not get to close and alert jake of his presence. 

jake’s costume was of the joker variety, particularly inspired by jared leto’s portrayal of the character. the girl he had with him had a dark latex nurse outfit, which perfectly accentuated the round and firmness of the woman’s ass. fuck… i need that, heeseung is entirely entranced by the mystery woman jake is with. his desire to learn more about her increases as jake and her both walk into one of the many bedrooms in jay’s mansion. 

the darkness of the house for the party’s ambiance allowed heeseung to stand directly in front of the door without alerting jake and the hot nurse of his presence. heeseung watches as the two figures begin making out.

“fuck… i can’t get enough of you…”, jake moans as he dives back into the hot nurse’s mouth. the hot nurse presses her index finger to jake’s plush lips before flickering the plumpness of them. “open that mouth for me… jakey… you said you’d do anything i ask…. right baby?” fuck her voice…. sounds so…. jake rubs his hard on that couldn’t help but ache in his pants and begins to follow the hot nurse’s command. he opens his mouth so pornographically… it’ll fit my… “good boy… wow.. to think all i had to do to get your attention was wear this slutty outfit… tsk tsk tsk… should i show up to our tutoring lessons like this?” 

fuck this girl is hot….. but why does she sound so much like- 

jake sucks on the nurse’s finger thoroughly, making sure to slobber them with his drool and lust. heeseung can’t see the woman’s face but her moans of approval give heeseung a clear indication of her delight. she retracts her fingers and jake whines, his head unknowingly following her finger. what a fucking los- heeseung reminded himself of the position he was in and how he truly was the loser in this case, watching his brother get his dick wet while the one girl he was interested in had completely ghosted him. true and real loser activities. 

while heeseung was in deep reflection, he completely missed jake grabbing the hot nurse and pinning her onto the bed. “fuck y/n… please let me fuck you now, ive been waiting for so…” he peppers kisses on her foot and ankle “sooo…” he continues kissing her up, getting to her thighs. heeseung is truly amazed, who did jake learn this from? wait.. “so long to get you here..” jake eventually gets himself right in front of her already clothed core. “you got me here? jakey… don’t mess this up with your ego. you know you’re only here cause i called you… right? your desperate ass just can’t get enough of me and so you hurried out of that boring highschool party and drove yourself across town to my house to pick me up. im the reason you’re here, baby… act like it ” 

heeseung freezes. his young brother who not only crashed into his already dysfunctional life, lives up to no unrealistic expectations, and has no real responsibilities; has y/n with him in bed. his y/n. heeseung is fuming, not only does jake have everything else handed to him, thanks to the privilege of becoming heeseung’s mom’s favorite son, he gets the one girl heeseung wants. for fucks sake! 

heeseung controls his anger, not wanting to explode out and get caught by jake and the hot nurse, y/n.

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[hestzhyen]

How Much More?

I just... man. Hakuri...

Despite the Rakuzaichi arc having finished a while ago now, we are still revisiting aspects of Hakuri's life with his family. But we the audience are the only ones privy to the information presented- none of the other characters are aware. And Hakuri doesn't seem inclined to share how bad he's had it. It's like a very slowly unfolding horror story that you thought was over but it just keeps going when you least expect it...

Let's look at the direct vs. indirect information about his abusive past provided since he was introduced:

Ch. 19

Hakuri lost his pet preying mantis (a metaphor for luck/courage) about five years ago

Hakuri also lost his entire family around the same time (indication of tragic backstory most likely)

Nonchalant about his bloody nose

Ch. 20

He was too weak and got in the way, so he was disowned (indicates a family that equates usefulness to worthiness)

Once again unflinching despite being in immense pain

Ch. 23

His hand trembles when he mentions that his older brothers are strong and scary

He says his family will kill him on sight (turns out to be a red herring)

He's very concerned with being useful in any way he can, even if it's just running errands

He looks frightened when he encounters his older brother

Ch. 24

Flashes back to being physically abused multiple times before attempting suicide (immediate response trigger, would rather die than go back)

Truly believes that the family wants him dead for "ruining merchandise"

Directly states that Soya expresses affection through punching and kicking him (doesn't deny the abuse as a valid expression of sincere love)

Soya is unfamiliar with Hakuri defying him

Hakuri tries to protect Hinao and gets punched down to the ground for his efforts (Soya will continue to abuse Hakuri if he's allowed to)

Soya is obsessed with getting Hakuri back and doesn't seem to consider Hakuri's refusals to do so something he's capable of making a rational, informed decision of himself

Ch. 25

Kyora summons Hakuri back and immediately puts a sword at his throat to use him as a hostage (clearly not important to his father)

Calls Hakuri a pathetic wretch, completely worthless, and a hindrance while stepping on him (emotional and physical abuse)

Appears prepared to kill him

He's extremely upset and apologetic afterwards, fully blaming himself

Kyora states that Hakuri has finally been useful for the first time ever

Ch. 26

Hakuri's usual exuberance is gone and he's much more subdued

His father's words about his uselessness and worthlessness are echoing in his head while he continues to blame himself and apologise for being a burden

Chihiro is able to cheer him up by telling him he was useful after all by telling him what he needed to hear, and can keep being useful by providing information

Ch. 30

Tenri calls Hakuri a useless coward

Rejects Soya's joy at seeing him again; Soya once again believes Hakuri's refusals are due to other people manipulating him; implies Hakuri never had much agency, if any at all

Extremely negative self-talk when trying to figure out how to handle an unexpected situation

Ch. 32

Gets kicked around and demeaned by Soya and acknowledges that he is weak (this is nothing new for him, especially with it being framed as Soya trying to put him back in his place)

Hakuri is able to remain calm and think clearly while he's being hit and kicked

Still doesn't reject Soya's abuse as a form of love; only rejects the mischaracterisation of Chihiro

Being abused helped him become sturdy enough to survive Hiyuki's punch to the face

Ch. 33

Tenri considers Hakuri to be stupid

Also remarks that their family would be disgraced as a whole if word of Hakuri's lack of ability got out

Ch. 34

Kyora confronts Hakuri's sadness over his grandfather's death with blunt truth, showing a distinct lack of compassion

Hakuri was intended to possibly receive the storehouse power when Kyora died

Was manipulated into saying he loved his father (emotional abuse in the name of continuing tradition; Kyora even uses "ai" to drive home how farcical the bonds of love he claims they have are)

Admitted he wanted his father's praise and was only able to snap out of it because someone "set him on the right path"

Ch. 35

Admits that Soya uses tools like pliers on him to "bully" him instead

Also drops that Soya usually goes back to beating him up the "normal way" once the tools are lost

Blames the abuse he receives for himself being weak and useless, is desperate to be useful

Won't talk about the abuse when it's worse than usual, just clams up instead

Realises his own mindset and how he treated her directly led to her killing herself in front of him

Ch. 36

Tools come back, peeler even appears to possibly have dried blood on it

Hakuri's storehouse also has a log, metal pipes, pliers, sticks, a wrench, rope, and a chair in it Jesus fucking Christ

Kyora once again refers to Hakuri as a failure, Soya agrees

Hakuri acknowledges Soya's treatment of him as "love", albeit bitterly

And that's it for a long time. Hakuri still wants his father's love even at the very end, and he's still desperate to be useful (while also being surprised when people consider him as such); his abysmal self-esteem and twin core motivations to sacrifice himself to see things through are still major problems for him. He has a complicated situation to work through but there's some hope- especially now that he's back on his feet in the most recent chapters. Likely re-traumatised and with some diminished power, but managing to keep his agency intact. Uruha even came back!

Except...

Ch. 80

Hakuri was abused for ten years, not just the five after Kyora gave up on him

There are multiple ways to interpret Hakuri's knuckle covering that bolded "love"- maybe he's aware it isn't actual love now, maybe he's trying to avoid thinking about it. It's up to interpretation until we get a direct statement. But the point is that we are still learning that his life of tragedies and abuses is still somehow worse than we knew.

So now I'm wondering what the hell else there is to know. Will he have more issues to explore with his dead mom? Will we see more details about how often and in what ways Soya tortured him? Will we see him being neglected and forced to scrounge for food scraps and clothes like so many fans headcanon? I kind of don't want to find out!

This is all for a point though, I believe. We are getting details like this to remind us that Hakuri doesn't fucking talk about his own trauma.

He's not yet at the point where he even acknowledges that he had what most people could consider a very hard time of things. He can't acknowledge his own circumstances yet. So until that point, we will probably keep learning things at random until there's a tipping point of some kind. I hope it's a positive way like he's safe enough to talk about it all with someone to start healing. But it could also manifest as a "last bad memory that breaks him and it all comes spilling out" kind of way too.

No matter what happens, though, I think we have to brace ourselves for more random "what the fucking fuck Hakuri you poor guy" moments until he's ready to confront it all. Until he admits that he not only actually had a shit life, but that he didn't deserve any of it.

Suffering = character development not holding up in this scene. It's just pure suffering at this point. Why?

This is basically just a more condensed version of that essay I wrote back in October I guess. But I can't stop thinking about how there's still more to learn about how Hakuri suffered if this came up so long after his intro arc ended. Why are we still getting this kind of information when we don't need to feel bad for him any more? His main abusers are dead and he chose to follow Chihiro in order to help accomplish his own goals. Shouldn't we be progressing to part of his arc where he starts to heal?

But we aren't. We're seeing him be more self-destructive than ever while staying fixated on making sure he's as useful as possible. We're still learning details of how he was abused. It's not to endear him to us at this point- I don't think it's even possible for me to be any more attached to him. So there has to be some other meaning behind it.

That's why I'm beating on the “Hakuri has to face his abuse for what it really was” drum. I can't see any other reason from a narrative sense. Hakuri's arc started with the slow drip of information being shown to us and barely any being told to other characters in-universe. Chihiro and Shiba probably don't know about the torture, or how long it went on for, or Ice Lady. He doesn't talk about it. He only thinks about it when intrusive memories come up or he needs to explain something. That literal metaphor of the the torture tools he keeps in his storehouse, a space only he can access and knows about what's inside.

Most importantly, Hakuri himself hasn't directly acknowledged that he was being abused in the first place.

He's only ever called it love and expressed understandably complicated feelings for his dad in particular. The only hint we have that he might be reconsidering his treatment as "love" is that ambiguous panel of him partially covering the word in chapter 80. This, to me, says that Hakuri's character arc won't really be on an upswing until he acknowledges his past for what it was. And until that point we are going to keep getting reminded that he's not willing to do so via these random details cropping up.

I'm extremely invested in where he goes and how it's handled and... please, don't pull another Hiruhiko. I sincerely hope Hakuri's situation is dealt with the care and respect it deserves as the story goes on. And if I'm wrong and giving the author too much credit and he's actually fine now that Uruha's alive after all? I'll close up shop and never write another post for Kagurabachi again out of shame I guess.

Anyway I don't know how to end things so, uh. Give yourself a sincere compliment and be proud of how far you've come. You're worth all the effort it takes to live.

[2demondogs]

Hi! I've noticed you've been doing some stuff on the gang being parents, and I kinda wondered what Javier would be like, as a father to m!reader? I've never seen anyone write about him like that, so... very curious.

I don't know if I'd want to be the son of any of the men in the gang tbh. Shivers. Javier's like, maybe number 3 or 4 on a list of almost acceptable parenting.

It's funny to me y'all probably ask for these as comfort reads or something, and I'm over here treating them as fun psychological exercises.

The best part of Javier being your father is that regardless of how old you are, he'll kill for you. Kill is a rather pleasant word for what he'll do, depending on the situation. He trusts you to take care of yourself — after all, he's the one who taught you how — but he's been forced to sacrifice too much family in his life.

Javier insists that he be responsible for you at every level. At times, it's regardless of how well-equipped he is to do so. Now and then, he's had to pass a masterclass onto someone else in the gang, but he's a bit strict on what and how you're taught. He has many strongly held beliefs that he intends to instill in you.

Javier needs to learn that he does not have to agree with his son on everything, nor vice versa. He's going to love you regardless, but you might end up in a strangely tense dynamic where it's for the best if you don't start certain discussions. Father first, best friend occasionally.

That said, he thinks it's important to make memories with you. You're one of the few people to see the unserious side of him. And while it might not mean much to you until you're older, it means a lot to him to do the gentler things he wasn't allowed as a boy— things that were considered too feminine, too queer.

Javier's teaching you Spanish and English. If you ever flubbed a word or made up a hybrid while learning to speak, that's the word now. Honestly, his ability to compartmentalize language-related things was totally fried while he was teaching you to talk. Accidentally calling Boaz his "horsie" as a grown adult man was embarrassing for him and Arthur needs to stop bringing it up.

The grace Javier desires from his comrades shall not be turned on you. Do you mumble or stutter? You're cooked. Any quirks at all? Javier's bullying knows no end. Don't like bugs? He'll throw them at you. Throw them. It'll take multiple years to get him to stop if any of it upsets you, too. He might be undoing a little generational trauma, but he's gotta leave some work for you to do when you finally give him the grandkids he wants.

Because he does want grandkids, despite it all. Yes, he's very aggravating about it once you hit the "right" age. Javier's a product of how he was raised, and the gang doesn't fulfill all of his familial dreams. Having a kid, despite thinking he'd never grow into an adult himself, re-sparked a lot of wishes he thought had died long ago.

[hyperactively-me]

Okay, but hear me out. When he calls her good girl for the first time.. I mean she probably won’t show it, but it would do things to her 

“I’m going to teach you self-defense.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Good, we’ll start now.”

“Now?!”

. . .

You really weren’t expecting him to ever even think about wanting to teach you self-defense. He had insisted multiple times that you needed it, even though guards and knights were along every corner of the castle. 

“The first lesson, my queen, is to find your balance,” he instructed. “Plant your feet firmly and allow your body to align with the sword.”

He had slipped a wooden sword in your hand, letting you get a good grip on the instrument. 

“I honestly don’t understand how using a wooden sword will serve me any good,” you say, twisting the faux sword in your grip. 

“You’re going to have to work up the strength to hold a real sword, love.” 

“Oh, so you think I’m weak?”

“Yes.”

Simon’s response earned a raised eyebrow from you, your lips curling into a bemused smile. As you meet his eyes, a spark of determination ignites within you. If there was one thing he was certain about, it was your ability to rise to a challenge. He pushes your buttons, yes, but he was only doing so now to egg you on, to get you to learn.

With a short breath, you turn your attention back to the wooden sword in your hands. Taking a breath, you shift your stance as Ghost had instructed, planting your feet firmly on the ground. As you adjusted your body’s alignment, you could feel the difference immediately. There was a newfound stability, a tiny connection between your body and the sword. 

“Now,” Ghost’s voice cut through the air, his tone gentle yet firm, “focus on your grip. The sword is an extension of your arm, but your grip should be strong yet flexible, allowing for precise control.” He stands behind you, moving and bending your arms into the proper position.

You tighten your grip on the wooden sword, absorbing every piece of advice he was offering. You watch Simon intently as he demonstrates some motions, leading you through the steps carefully. 

“No, no your grip and posture is off. You would have your hand sliced clean off if you were engaged in combat.”

“Oh,” you say quietly, your face paling for a moment. 

You practiced for hours, the sun casting long shadows on the training grounds. Your body ached, and your muscles protested, but with Ghost’s guidance and your own determination, you pressed on.

“Okay, start with your beginning stance. Show me how to properly grip the sword, now.”

He stands back, watching you assume position. You straighten out and still, eyes flicking over to gauge his stance on your form.

“Good girl.”

Your breath catches in your throat, nearly dropping your sword at his words. 

You clear your throat and recover into position again, pretending like you didn’t just want to collapse then and there. Heat creeps up your neck, blinking fast just to clear your wandering thoughts.

“Right then, I think that’s enough for today. You did very well.”

You let the sword fall to the ground, and you avoid his gaze, tugging at your sleeve.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it. Thank you for teaching me,” you say quickly.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m, uh, going to go wash up before dinner,” you say, quickly.

“Alright, then.”

He watches you scurry off, and he stands there chuckling to himself.

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(masterlist) 

[hollyseb]

BARTENDER (PART 3)

Warnings; blood, mild violence, swearing, MINORS DNI,

No permission to copy my work :)

Part 2 here! https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/737991483216494592/bartender-part-2

AN; thank you SO much for all the love. This is the first time i have ever written a fanfic and im so glad you all like it

Mob! Bucky x reader

Bucky pummeled the men in the basement of his club. Repeatedly. Brutally. He allowed himself to let go of everything, his mind only focusing on the scene unfolding in front of him. It was psychotic, really, the way his eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. He licked his lips at the sight of Rumlows split jaw. He was enjoying this.

They were so close. So close. To hurting you. He would make sure that they would never get the chance to again.

Typically, Bucky was controlled, each punch having a meaning, a perfect place to land with an intended goal. But tonight, he was an animal. Sam and Steve found one another sending concerned looks, through furrowed eyebrows and folded arms. They knew something was different. That Bucky was truly furious.

When he was finally satisfied with the beating, he walked out of the club, thoughts trailing back to you. What would you have thought if you had seen him like that? He shook the thoughts from his head, deciding not to answer them.

On the other hand, you had spent the night curled up in bed. Stripping off your clothes and grabbing your phone, you rang Nat. When she picked up, you felt a weight lift from your thoughts. She’s okay.

“Nat, can I ask you something?” You mused, avoiding her eyes over the video call. She hummed in response, you continued, “why did those men attack the club?”

You weren’t stupid. They didn’t reach for the cash register. They didn’t take anyone. They were there for Bucky and his associates. Why? He owned a club, maybe even multiple clubs, and an office building. Who is this man and what does he do?

You weren’t expecting Nat to act so uncomfortable, her eyes shifting around her room, “listen okay… I don’t know exactly what Bucky does, or his friends, but they’re powerful, okay? They have the police force wrapped around their fingers. They practically own the city”, she was speaking in rushed whispers, as if sharing this information could damage her.

Your eyes widened as she continued, “Why do you think the club pays so well? You don’t get that rich and powerful without stepping on people, making a few enemies”

You were hanging on every word she was saying, desperate to find out more. How rich? What enemies? Doing what?

You exhaled, realising Nat had explained all she knew. You were conflicted. Bucky seemed to like you, protect you and the job had given you the ability to pay your bills without working your entire life away. But Bucky, was he dangerous? Vindictive? What if you did something that he didn’t approve of?

Your thoughts were racing, Nat caught you in the process of reeling, “but, I think he has taken a shining to you, really. When the bar was attacked, the only thing he was looking for was you”

What did this big, powerful man want to do with you?

You tried to deny the way your heart flipped when you told Nat about your meeting tomorrow. You were nervous, but god you were thrilled. Nobody like this has ever taken a liking to you before. You’d never been pursued in such a way. He was frightening, nerve-inducing, dangerous even, but he wasn’t that way with you. The way he held your face in your bathroom, dabbing gauze onto your chin, the way he shielded your body from the attackers, whispering that you’ll be okay. Even the way he looked at you when you served him, like you’d knocked the breath out of his lungs.

You told Nat about what Bucky had suggested to you, the way he desperately wanted you to visit his office. You told her how nervous you were, and that you were ashamed you also couldn't wait. The comfort he offered you after the attack, the softness of his hands on your face. He was addicting.

“Go to sleep, your emotions are heightened”, you snorted when Nat said that, rolling your eyes, “oh shush, plus you’ll want to be on top form tomorrow, seeing him in daylight and all”

“Damn it.” You hadn’t thought of that.

You told Nat to pick an outfit for you, your only intention now was to roll over and go to sleep, with thoughts of a certain boss cradling your face.

You woke up the next day, disgruntled, the gauze on your chin half falling off. You had an ache in your shoulder, from where you had been knocked to the ground. You picked your phone up from your bedside table and finding a text from Nat telling you what to wear.

You got yourself reading, pulling on a simple satin pink maxi skirt, and a knitted white turtleneck jumper over the top. Is this too much? Or is it sophisticated. God, he’s only ever seen me in skimpy dresses. You decided that this was fine. Smart, but cute.-

Rushing out the door and exiting your apartment block, there was already a car waiting outside for you. White and sleek, a Mercedes. It was funny, really, how used you were becoming to being chaperoned around.

Bucky was pacing his office, anticipating your arrival. His receptionist had informed in of your arrival to the office.

You were nervous, arriving at his office with the receptionist sending you in the direction of the lift, telling you to go to the top floor. Okay, just breathe. It felt like the elevator was taking forever. You looked in the mirror, smoothing down your skirt. It felt like you were meeting him for the first time. This was unchartered territory.

The lift opened, directly into his office. Lavish, exquisite, overindulgent. His office was huge, high ceilings, surrounded by windows revealing the skyline of the city.

Bucky stood from his chair and made his way over to you as you stepped out the lift. He found it adorable, the way you were amazed by his office. He could see the awe on your face.

Your eyes met his, god he looked amazing. Hair slicked back, black tailored suit, perfectly molded to his body. An earnest smile took over his face, you spoke first.

“Hi”, you smiled innocently, your cheeks heating, matching the colour of your skirt.

“Hi honey. You look beautiful”, Bucky stalked towards you, “how’s your chin?” He raised your face, his forefinger on your jaw.

Your blush deepend. He could hear your breath become quicker. “It’s fine, thank you Bucky… and thank you for looking after me last night”

He smiled at your gratitude, running his thumb over your jaw. You’re practically putty in his hands. He loved it. He wanted to swallow you whole. He reminded himself that you were gentle, small, innocent. You’d run in the other direction if he let himself act on his impulses.

You could tell he was hungry. You interrupted the silence that had fallen between the two of you, “B-Bucky I wanted to ask you abou-“

“About the club, I know honey”, Bucky continued for you, releasing your face. He walked you to the chair opposite to his desk with a hand on the small of your back. He let his eyes travel down your back, to your long legs. He was itching to run his fingers over your ass. He restrained. You felt a shiver run up your spine. You wanted to lean into his touch. What was this man doing to you?

He sat in the large desk chair, his body dwarfing the desk. He is just so big. He clasped his hands in front of him, and suddenly you were aware of how big he was. You shied back a little.

He informed you that he won't ever let that happen again, that you could be safe with him, that he’d protect you. You believed every word he said.

“I never want you to feel that scared again”, you smiled at that, “plus, I can’t lose my favourite bartender”, his foot nudged yours underneath the desk.

“Is it the whiskey cokes I make?” you asked, nonchalantly. You knew what he was getting at, but you wanted to hear him say it explicitly.

He laughed at that, his eyes creasing, “no, I think it might just be you”

This man was making you feel things you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Bucky’s cock hardened at the way you leaned forward as you laughed, your breasts pressing together as you giggled. Such a sweet moment, but he can’t help himself. You were addicting. Your smile, your body. He wanted to drag you over the table.

Your trance was disrupted by the sound of the elevator opening. It was Steve.

“Bucky. We need to go. It’s urgent”

Bucky could’ve killed Steve for interrupting his precious time with you. Instead, he clenched his fists and sighed.

“Wait for me in your office, give me 5 minutes”

He turned back to you, “I’m so sorry honey. I really didn’t want to cut this short”

“I-it’s okay Bucky, honestly”, you suddenly felt out of place. Not important enough to be in the room which such serious business occurring.

Bucky stood from his chair, taking your hand to help you up from yours, guiding you to the elevator the same way he did before.

You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips. You loved this time with Bucky. You were disappointed.

“Honey.” Bucky spun you around before you stepped into the elevator, one hand pressed on your back, pulling you into him, and the other on your left cheek.

“Bucky?” The air mingling between the two of you. Your breath was caught in your throat. He was so so close, his pupils blackened with lust, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

He was obsessed with the way you were staring at him, wide eyes, completely shocked, your breathing coming out in gasps.

His hand moved to the nape of your neck, he pulled you in. When your lips met, he was gentle at first, dominating you but with care. Guiding you to where you needed him to go.

He felt you relax, you sighed into his mouth, he swallowed it up. You needed this just as much as he did.

Your hands fell to his big arms, kneading the muscles as your knees went weak. He was wrapped around you, god he was everywhere.

He deepened the kiss, his hands trailing down your spine. Fuck. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue running over your bottom lip. You tasted like strawberries. So, so sweet, he thought.

He could feel himself becoming desperate. He wanted you. Bent over his desk. He shook the thoughts, reminding himself that this was enough for now. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach. Fuck me. He was kissing you like his life depended on it.

You released him first, trying to catch your breath. He rested his forehead on yours, taking in your fucked-out eyes, puffy lips and the way you were holding onto him. You laughed, trying to hide the flush that had creeped into your cheeks.

He leaned back in, pecking your lips softly, and then your cheeks, and then your forehead.

“Do you treat all of your favourite bartenders like this?” You whispered.

“Only the ones who make me really nice whiskey cokes”

You tried to hide the way you snorted at that as he guided you into the elevator. He bid you goodbye, a cheesy smile on the tall mans face.

He spun on his heel when the elevator shut, what the fuck could Steve want? It must’ve been serious. Steve knew better than to enter his office without warning. He knew something had happened. Fuck.

Next part here; https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/738343739506999296/bartender-part-4

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[angelwinkteruhashi]

Hello there~!

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I'm Kokomi, It's a pleasure to meet all of you! I had heard this app was great for photography, so I decided to make an account! I hope I can get along with you all („• ᴗ •„)!

I'd love to get to know you all, so if you ever want to talk to me, please feel free to send in an ask! I'd love to hear your thoughts and questions (≧◡≦)!

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I don't have much to share, but here's a photo of the wonderful dessert I had today at Café Mami!

The Strawberries and Blueberries paired nicely with the Syrup they used, and the Pancakes themselves were thin, yet fluffy! If you're ever in Hidari Wakibara, I completely recommend stopping by~!

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I can't wait to meet all of you~!

((OOC + Rules below the cut))

Howdy, I'm Gray (he/they)! I'll Try to keep this short since I don't like going out-of-character on rp blogs-

This is a Canon-Accurate (as much as I can be) blog for Teruhashi! It's also a bit of an excuse to get me better at writing her lol ^^'

Basic Rundown:

• This is a sideblog, I follow from @twosidedcherrytrees!

• I RP with anyone, even multiple blogs of the same Muse or someone from a completely different franchise! Just be sure to send me a DM beforehand if I havent reached out to you first lol-

• When I'm talking Out of Character, I'll do so like ((this))!

• Despite Teruhashi being from a show about Psychic abilities and reading people's mind, I don't write her inner thoughts as I view this as how she would interact with Tumblr if she was actually a real person. The only exception to this is if our RP involves talking and writing in 3rd person.

• Any Important tags will be featured in my blog's search function until I make a post specifically for tags (which will probably take a minute but I will keep you updated on when I do!)

• Any and all art I use are either free to use, from an anime, or is drawn by me! I have a strong stance against the use of AI and art theft, so if I ever make a mistake and post art that's either AI or made for noncommercial use, please don't hesitate to let me know!

Rules:

• Just as a warning- Teruhashi does have an older brother who is, in the show, romantically interested in her. She does not feel the same way in canon, nor does she here. Whenever anything related to that comes up, which I will only bring up if the person I'm RPing with does, I will be sure to tag appropriately. Please do not hesitate to block me if this makes you uncomfortable, as I completely understand why it would.

• I try my best to keep Teruhashi as accurate as possible, but I'm but a man and am likely going to make mistakes! In cases like that uh. Avert your eyes if I change entire points of posts cuz I made an oopsy lmao- I will just roll with it if I make a mistake like that during an active RP though, so don't worry about me changing my wording or even entire sentence mid-response!

• No NSFW at all, please! I'm an adult, but my Muse isn't. So nothing sexual. Flirting is okay but I should make it known that my current goal for Teruhashi is for her to realize she's Aroace and then come out as such.

• Any type of Homophobia, Transphobia, Ableism or Racism is not allowed here. If you're any of those, do not interact with me, thank you.

• Don't spam the same question over and over please! I appreciate your excitement but after a certain point it just seems draining for both parties lol

• Don't send any asks trying to push your own headcanons onto Teruhashi! You can definitely ask if she does something, and a solid 7/10 times I'll just incorporate it into my headcanons for her and go with it, but I'd prefer if they were not told to me like I have to follow them

• Magic Anons are allowed, but try to keep them from being too complicated! I don't typically do magic anons, so also be sure to tell me if I'm doing it wrong lmao

• You don't have to follow any specific plot-point that's currently going on in Teruhashi's blog! Any story beats with different Muns/Groups will be tagged as something different. As of now the only rp tag im using for that is #PK Academy AU , but if you don't want to follow those plot points let me know, and I'll use a different tag to differentiate the uh... timelines? Ig? The different RP plots

• If we're RPing together, I'd prefer if your character didn't somehow know everything there is to know about Teruhashi. Unless your character can actively read her mind, or has another canon reason for why they'd know her inner thoughts and feelings besides what she shows outwardly, please don't god-mod it (T v T). If your character does have a reason to know, please DM me to tell me!

• The previous rule does not apply to her immense beauty as honestly that doesn't seem fun to write or rp. Ignore that ability all you want lmao, honestly she needs people who won't see her for nothing but her looks.

• I'll try to match both how much you write and which way you RP. For instance, if you typically write in 3rd person and go a more general RP, I'll do the same! If you RP like your muse is a real user talking to someone on Tumblr, I'll do the same, too! Just be sure to let me know before-hand, either via DM or just starting the interaction lmao

Final notes:

I'm happy to be here and meet you all! I'm pretty new to the general ask blog etiquette, I've only really been on Pokéblr before, so let me know if I do anything rude on accident! With that, I hope we can all get along, and thank you for reading!

[risingsoleil]

We’ve seen countless scenarios where Lin dies before Tenzin, but what if the roles were reversed? Imagine Tenzin sacrificing himself to save Lin and their children. How would Lin, a woman known for her resilience yet guarded emotions, cope with the weight of raising four children alone while grieving the loss of her husband? How would this tragedy shape her relationship with each child and influence her approach to balancing the roles of protector, nurturer, and grieving widow? This perspective opens up an emotionally rich exploration of Lin’s character and the legacy Tenzin leaves behind.

I have finally reached the emotional state needed to answer this ask (aka I'm emotional today and need to channel that creatively)

Lin feels like the wind has been knocked out of her lungs and her life has been squeezed from her. She was there when Tenzin died and she's completely broken. She's drowning in guilt at the loss of her best friend, lover, husband, and father to her babies. As a protector, Lin feels as if she failed him. Her job is to protect people and she failed to protect the love of her life.

Because of her, she has to continue living without him.

Because of her, their children no longer have a father.

She always thought she would be the one to die first. Not once has she thought that her sweet, hot-tempered husband would be the one leaving her. She's sickened by this new reality.

But as a mother now, her entire focus becomes her children. At first, this helps her to cope with Tenzin's passing because she's busy. Against her own desires, she leaves the police force to focus on her children.

Rumors start to spread, and Lin takes the brunt of it to protect her children.

Master Tenzin was the last master airbender. Only her son is an airbender, and there are no signs from her precious twins that will share that ability...She will have to pass on airbender knowledge to her son.

Also, she's being blamed for not having more children or being okay with Tenzin having children with multiple women to have more airbenders.

Naturally, her family supports her and is there to grieve with her at the loss of a brother, son, friend. Lin allows herself to be comforted by the family after having to be the sole rock and provider for her four children.

She tries not to break down in front of her babies, and will instead cry with Kya or Katara privately. Katara understands exactly what Lin is going through and also hates that Lin is prematurely experiencing this.

The twins were merely toddlers when Tenzin passed, and Lin cries that they will likely lose all their memories of their father as they grow older.

Raising her children without Tenzin proves to be very difficult, too. Lin ensures that they all have sharp fighting skills to protect themselves.

Mei and Jin both step up to help Lin with raising the twins, and Lin never wanted them to take on that responsibility. But with finding a new balance, she needs the help. This involves cooking, chores, helping the twins with school, homework, etc. Mei and Lin eventually clash as she grows older because Lin will at times undermine Mei's authority over her siblings.

In Lin's mind, Mei is still her child and cannot treat her younger siblings as the "mother" figure. But Mei also sees how much softer Lin is on the twins and argues that they need to get their asses whooped too. It also does not help when she compares Mei to Jin in how he approaches problem solving and communication with her.

Lin is much softer on the twins because they have the least memories of Tenzin and because they're her babies.

Jin's loyalty to Lin also creates tension with his sister. His experiences are much different because he's the "man of the house". And he views this as supporting his mother in whatever ways that may be. He also sees the struggle Lin faces when she tries to teach him airbending as an earthbender. He gives her so much grace for all the sacrifices she does for them, and it feels like his older sister can't see that!

As the twins grow older, they begin to yearn for a father figure just like Lin did when she was a child. They want to have a Daddy like everyone else in the class.

The twins find out one of the teachers at their school is not only handsome, but nice and single. They try to set Lin up with him, without Lin's knowledge, by making them have a tea date.

Lin puts up with it for the twins' sake and is polite the entire time. But when they're on Oogi, waiting for her, Lin simply tells the man that she's not looking for another man and likely won't ever be for the rest of her life.

She tucks the twins into her bed, holding them close.

"Did you like him, Mommy? Is he gonna be our new daddy?"

Lin chuckles and strokes their hair, biting her lip. "Oh, that was nice of you to try and set Mommy up on a date..." She swallows the lump in her throat. "But he won't be your daddy. You only have one daddy and he's in heaven."

Areum starts crying. "B-but I want a daddy..."

Her baby crying is contagious and now she's crying, too. Lin pulls the twins in a hug. "Sweetie, I know you do. But Mommy doesn't want anyone else."

The twins hug her tighter because she's never been this vulnerable and open.

"I don't want anyone else, you know? I only want your daddy. Everyone else is boring. They're not him. I don't want anyone else to be your daddy."

Kang brings her tissues and wipes her tears, then kisses her cheeks. He's crying too, and Lin wipes his tears. "I'm sorry, Mommy...for making you sad and cry."

"Oh, my love. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."

He looks at the photo of Lin and Tenzin's wedding photo, and also their family photo. Kang reaches for it and shows Lin.

"Can you tell us stories about Daddy?"

Lin smiles and nods. "Of course. I have so many stories."

I think with Lin emphasizing her role as mother, she also suppresses her mourning and grief at Tenzin's passing. There are times where she feels like she doesn't have time to grieve because she needs to take care of her kids. Stepping away from the police force wasn't what she wanted, but she needed to do it to be invested in her children's upbringing.

Lin considers moving to South Pole to be closer with family and also block the kids from stupid rumors. Kya and Katara are supportive if she does choose to do this. Kya even volunteers to visit RC more often to help Lin with the kids.

She hates the cold, but when she's there, the pain and loss of Tenzin is so great that she doesn't feel the bite of the cold air. Perhaps she could live here with her kids...

So they do live with Katara and Kya.

The kids also get to bond and spend time with Korra, so she's not so lonely. Korra grows up to have better social skills and a more cheerful upbringing that's more than Avatar training.

Eventually, Lin decides that the kids will need to learn more about their Air Nation heritage. So, they move around the different temples and she has the children learn about their history from the abbotts and acolytes. There are mixed reactions to having Lin arrive alone (some resentful that she didn't allow others to bear airbending children, some being empathetic to her pain and loss).

It is at the Southern Air Temple when Lin takes the twins to the Avatar room, that they discover she's an airbender. The twins were playing near Aang's statue and almost knocked over a rock, but Kang stopped it from destroying their grandfather's statue. And Areum created a wind spiral.

Lin honors Tenzin's legacy in making adjustments to her parenting style and reflecting how Tenzin might act if he were still alive. She emphasizes both his Air Nation and SWT heritage. She does her best to teach airbending from her memories of Aang and Tenzin.

Lin nurtures Tenzin's determination in Mei. Even if Tenzin never reached the spirit world through meditation, he constantly tried and didn't give up. Lin knows her daughter has the strength and resilience to do the same when failures happen. She encourages Mei over and over again.

Lin softens Jin's hyperindependence and seriousness, so that he doesn't carry the burden of an entire culture on his shoulders. Tenzin was all too serious because he was a sole airbender, and Lin always found ways to help him find light and humor in situations.

Lin teaches Kang how to master his ability to connect with people (something Tenzin sometimes failed at). if Kang had a better filter on his mouth, he'd be an excellent politician like his father.

Lin teaches Areum how to balance her kindness with strength and boundaries. Her little baby doesn't have a temper like Tenzin, but she sprinkles a little bit of Tenzin's temper teachings so that Areum won't get walked all over and taken advantage of.

[blindbeta]

idk how much you know about lord of the rings but i was planning a fic where pippin was born blind and gandalf is going blind (from old age ostensibly; i was considering something like severe cataracts or glaucoma for an unofficial diagnosis) and they bond etc. the problem i ran into was that there's a bit where pippin looks into a palantir and sees some of sauron's plans. i wanted to check a) if it was too much of the blind seer trope and b) how much pippin would actually be able to tell what was going on. like if he's never seen a tree would he know that that's a tree?? anyway sorry for the weirdly long and detailed ask; i've been reading a lot of your blog and it's been super useful and interesting!! hope you're having a good day <33

I’m loving the multiple ways of portraying blindness, the spectrum of blindness, different causes of blindness via unofficial diagnosis, and the characters having a blind community. Maybe there are other blind characters around the shire who are mentioned.

As for the blind seer trope, you have the right idea in considering how to avoid it or make it better. You questioned how Pippin would know what a tree looks like if he has never seen one. My response to this is to question why he can see in the vision of the future at all. Also, while a tree might be more easily identifiable due to recognizable features, such as height, the inability to interpret visual stimuli has less to do with visual recognition and more to do with the way our brains process information. His brain would not have the ability to process what he is seeing at all, similar to a CVI. He might be confused, overstimulated, or experience eye or head pain. Instead of being able to discern what is happening in the vision, his brain probably wouldn’t be able to comprehend it at all.

Onto my main concerns with the blind seer trope as they apply here. One is that the character is often totally blind and sees through visions. This can be portrayed either as constant visions of the future allowing them to see or only being to see in visions even if they cannot otherwise. For example, a blind seer not needing a cane because they know where all the curbs, uneven ground, and stairs are.

What you are describing doesn’t sound like as big of a problem and only seems to occur once. This certainly helps. However, instead of being able to see only in the context of the future vision, could he instead use his other senses as he normally would?

If the goal is to have him see Sauron’s plans, you can still have him get a glimpse of the future, getting the same information through sound, or, depending on what you want the palantir afford him, smell or tactile sensations.

Alternatively, if Pippin was born blind, I’m wondering if he can have some remaining vision? After all, most blind people have some residual vision even if they were born blind, as you can read about in this first, second, and third post I made on the topic. Here is a page on the CNIB website which explains examples of blindness, ways it manifests, and information about legal or registered blindness. Here is another page on the RNIB website which states about 93% of blind people can see something. Depending on the source, anywhere from 10% to 15% of people are totally blind. This leaves about 85% to 90% of blind people with residual vision.

If you want examples of different types of residual vision, you can explore this helpful list of YouTube channels created by @accessibleaesthetics

My final concern with blind prophet / blind seer trope is one I mentioned in more detail in this post which is also about the blind prophet trope. In this trope, the blind character usually has this power constantly and is the only one able to use it. That doesn’t sound like the case in your story, as character looks into something that gives him a vision rather than seeing visions of the future as a power. It also helps that he isn’t the only blind character.

[2af-afterdark]

He Who Was Called Mammon's Son - Day 1

Not a summary. Just random babbling about the event. I'm not saying anything official or even necessarily answering questions I bring up/pose. I just want to go off. Before I start... LOOK AT BABY MAMMON! He's so tiny! OMG! I cannot handle it!

Shall we start with the fact the Papa Mammon is fine as hell and is described like poetry? The man is beautiful and is so pure in his motives to protect and love his kingdom...

He's going to die. Sorry. But we all know he is going to be dead by the end of this event, right? This is the exact kind of event where they kill of a beloved parent in order to motivate the protagonist (Baby Mammon). They even evoked the Lion King by pulling that hilltop scene so Baby Mammon could understand the gravity of what he is about to inherit.

The difference is that Baby Mammon and Papa Mammon face their greed differently. They are both intrinsically led by the desire to protect and to have. Papa Mammon is mature enough to see the kingdom as his family and that he must keep it safe. Baby Mammon sees that Tartaros does not cover the entirety of Hell yet, so he must have more of it... so that he is able to protect more of Hell -- living and dead.

Even Papa Mammon recognizes Baby Mammon is greedier than he is in a way he he never could have imagined, making him the true king of Tartaros (which also means that kings are placeholders until the true one shows up).

*Side note: Are these technically names or titles? Papa Mammon is the king, but Baby Mammon hasn't gotten a name yet, I guess. He's just the Prince. Baby Bimet may not be Bimet either yet. I wonder if, in Tartaros, certains names are titles rather than birth names? Maybe that is true of multiple kingdoms. IDK because Amon was born with his name as far as I can tell, and he's the only devil we've seen before he became one of the 72. Well... Technically Leviathan and Orias too, but they were literally given numbers when they were prisoners of Heaven.

Baby Mammon is so adorable! He is a little puppy who needs extra care and attention because his body is so weak. However, this does raise the question of who is responsible for the underground lab in Tartaros. After all, I doubt Papa Mammon didn't know they were doing such experiments in his own land. The question is if he allowed it, ignored it, or... if it started after he was no longer around.

I wish, genuinely, that devils were able to distrust the way Older Bimet seems to. I can just feel how much heartache is about to happen because of Papa Mammon not sensing how malicious Metatron is. This is a clear example of double-speak. Metatron is making it clear that he shall kill Papa Mammon and take everything from him.

I think identifying that Metatron is (possibly) a former human is important. Humans can lie, deceive, and distrust like angels, but are also capable of acting within their own self-interests like devils. Metatron being a former human, not an angel created by God, would give him the drive, ability, and now power to covet and take for his own self-gain rather than invoking God's name. It also means we can't blame shitty programming for what he may or may not do like we can the other angels who were created with a one-track mind.

Valefor and Eligos are OLDER devils. They were clearly adults when Baby Mammon was still young. Guess that means we can add them to the list of devils who are definitely older than the kings (right next to Gusion).

[kagoutiss]

So I am having SO MANY thoughts about the twinrova and how they’re a couple centuries old and so would’ve lived through multiple rulers before “serving” ganondorf.

Like they raised him, what was their agenda? Did they have plans spanning multiple sovereigns to secure their power over the gerudo? Did they have the Omni man “what’s another century we’ll just raise the next one” kind of feelings towards him if he didn’t become their puppet or weapon?

So much thot not enough brain space this rot is taking over me

ooooooogh twinrova brainrot is strong in me too…..yeah because if they’re ~400 years old and OoT ganondorf was still just in his twenties at the time, and a male gerudo child is born every century, then presumably they could’ve been in the position of raising said children multiple times? i think i remember seeing a take somewhere that considered the idea of twinrova’s role in the gerudo being similar to that of impa serving as an attendant/mentor to zelda, and i think that’s a really cool idea. there’s probably also a lot of potential angst to be found in these little old witches who may have cared for previous gerudo princes, and would have had the incredible responsibility of keeping them safe in childhood, while also training them in witchcraft and war strategy, and advising them in their kingship as adults. because if that’s the case, they would’ve seen those princes live and die multiple times too

it kinda makes you wonder if their love for ganondorf is so obsessive in part because they know firsthand how painful it is to lose a child, to live long enough to outlive to your children multiple times. tbh, i feel like them using ganondorf as their proxy for everything, and trying to make him an all-powerful being at any cost, is more a product of their love for him, than it is a litmus test of whether they‘ll love him or not? and by this i don’t mean they’re like,,, a healthy family by any means, like you can still easily apply terms like abuse and trauma-bonding to parts of their dynamic, imo. i think kotake & koume love ganondorf genuinely, and always have, and that the sentiment is mutual. it’s just that they’re willing to go to very extreme lengths to protect/empower ganon in the ways they believe are necessary, because they are very aware of how important he is, to them and the gerudo as a whole. and ironically, a lot of the time, this desperation ends up being not at all conducive to his safety, or sanity, or happiness

like…raising him with expectations and standards that are completely unreasonable for any human being, that turn him into an ambition-driven nutjob who invents lightning magic & masters all types of weaponry & plays a pipe organ, while also having virtually no ability to form genuine relationships with people other than his mothers. or them trying to make him into an impervious, all-powerful being by trying to take divine power, which sometimes inadvertently turns the rational parts of his brain into soup and sets them on fire. or them trying to revive him after death in the downfall timeline by sacrificing themselves, inadvertently bringing him back wrong, and sentencing him to an existence he never would’ve originally wanted

idk. they’re really fun and also heartbreaking to think about. he engraves their names into his weapons, they willfully die just for the possibility of allowing him to live again. their familial relationship seems to be the most important bond in the lives of everyone involved in it, at the expense of any other kind of connections in their lives. he’s their figurative puppet in a few ways, and will break himself over and over if it means meeting their expectations, but i doubt any of them see it that way. everyone involved gets extremely hurt in one way or another, no matter what, often in an attempt to do the opposite, out of love and fear. little fucked up witch fambly……it’s so much

[tokidokitokyo]

Toki, hiii! How are you??

Would you mayperhaps like to talk about raising a bilingual child ?? (It doesn't have to be for an hour lol)

In my country, we have 12 official languages (sign language included as of last year, which is super cool), and most of the population is bilingual. I am tragically part of the monolingual population :( (If I ever have a child, I'd definitely want to raise them bilingual-ly). There's a lot of debate, though, around home language and language of teaching (with English being the primary language of instruction and business). So if you have specific thoughts on that as well, I'd love to hear them!

Hi Asra, thanks for the ask! (And thanks for being patient on my response! Also this post might actually take an hour to read, sorry ^^;)

I'll add a disclaimer up front: I was not raised bilingually, I learnt my second language beginning in high school, so I am a newbie at raising kids bilingually. My sources are childcare experts, other parents raising bilingual children, and my instincts for what suits my own child. So take my thoughts below as my own opinions.

My country (the US) has only one official language so a country with 12 official languages is amazing to me! That being said, there are many people here who speak a variety of second languages and many communities where a English is actually the second language. I, like Asra, am also tragically part of the monolingual population, but by determination and hard work I have acquired a second language, which I want to pass down to my son.

Why teach your child a second language?

For my family, our son is half Japanese and my husband is Japanese, and I also speak Japanese, so it seems like common sense for him to learn Japanese alongside English, especially since my husband and I have the resources to help him become proficient.

Many studies have emphasized that learning a second language rewires your brain, allowing you to think differently from monolingual people in various ways. Knowing a second language also comes along with the culture and customs of that people, so your horizons are expanded in more than one way. Most children can quickly adapt to a second language, although it is generally believed that they need to be immersed in that language before the age of 7 (in some accounts, before the age of 4) to be able to really attain the language on a native level. Even then, outside factors will affect the level of "nativeness" they will attain (mostly based on exposure to the language).

All in all, learning a new language (at any age) is good, especially as when you age it can help you to prevent dementia and Alzheimer's (memory loss).

One of my main drivers for teaching my son a second language is that many of my friends were from immigrant parents, first generation in the US, and they did not learn their native language (it was not encouraged by society and teachers, it was easier for parents to just learn English, they rejected their parents' attempts to teach them their native language). Now that we are adults, they regret not gaining fluency in their parents' native language. There's a whole spectrum of ability amongst my friends, but when they know I am teaching my son Japanese they all encourage me to do so, which makes me feel more confident in my choice. I also will be studying Japanese for the rest of my life so there's that.

How do you teach a child a second language?

So how do you teach a child a second language so that they attain high proficiency or even native level? I think this is particularly relevant where second languages in schools are taught much later, or as in Asra's case where there are multiple languages spoken in a country or region but there is a single language emphasised outside of the home. One of the main points of contention/discussion in raising bilingual children is HOW to teach a child a second, but less common, language. I will review two of the most common techniques I have come across.

Technique 1: One Parent, One Language

This technique is really common in my research. If one parent has native ability in one language, and the other parent has native ability in a different language, this is a good strategy. The strategy is that one parent speaks only in Language A to the child, and the other parent speaks only in Language B to the child. This works especially well if one parent knows both languages but the other only knows one. It also works well if both parents know both languages, because everyone can still understand what is being said all around. You can see how you might revert to the primary language for parental communication if one parent only knows one of the languages but the other parent knows both, so that's a common pitfall with parents who start out meaning to use this method but end up speaking only the primary language.

This technique can also work for trilingual households. If Language A is the primary language in the country and both parents speak it, but one parent knows Language B and the other parent knows Language C, then the parents would speak Languages B and C respectively to the children, and communicate with each other in Language A. I know several families who do this, but what tends to happen is that the parent who is with the children more (usually the mom) speaks to the children more often, and that is the language they become the most proficient at. You have to make a concerted effort if you are the parent who sees the child less to speak your language with them for them to attain proficiency.

All around, this is a favourite strategy in the bilingual community.

Technique 2: Second Language as the Home Language

This is something that I see a lot with blended US/Japanese families, where the second language is used at home, and the national language is used outside the home, whether they live in the US or Japan. Children who attend school outside the home are often immersed in the primary national language and therefore have no problems picking it up (e.g., English is the national language in the US). The language not used often outside of the home (e.g., Japanese is not commonly used in American schools) is the only language used at home, promoting the child's ability in the home language by creating an approximately equivalent amount of time and quality of exposure to the home language as the exposure they receive for the primary national language at school and with friends. A lot of families where both parents speak the second language do this, and I know a lot of families that do it this way, but from my experience it's viewed as a "less effective" technique by others (who usually aren't raising bilingual children). The biggest pitfall here would be that both parents need to know the second language in order for it to be effective.

This is the technique that my family uses.

Note: There are other techniques, but these are the most popular, and since this is already a Long Post, I will stop the techniques here.

How do you teach a second language if you are not a native speaker?

If you and your partner/parents/caregivers/etc do not speak a second language natively, how do you teach your child the language? A very good question, I am so glad you asked!

Teaching someone a language you are not a native speaker of is very challenging. Not only will you have to learn yourself along the way, but I have personally seen a lot of negativity as a non-native speaker trying to teach my son Japanese, so I know it can be daunting. You don't want to seem like you are appropriating anything, or disrespecting anyone, and then they accuse you of teaching him wrong because you are trying your best but you are not perfect... There's a lot.

But! If you want to teach your child a second language (and your reasons are not linked with hatred or disrespect) I would say go for it. There will be struggles and pitfalls and they might not make it to fluency, but if you are realistic about your goals for them and respectful of their needs as the journey progresses, you can provide them with something that will last a lifetime.

Below I will briefly discuss some tips for teaching a Language (capitalized because it doesn't have to be Japanese) as a non-native speaker that I have used (but remember that I also have a partner who speaks the Language I am looking to teach).

Tips and Tricks for Teaching a Non-Native Language

Be realistic. If you have dedicated the better part of your life to learning the Language, you probably have a better chance of getting farther with fluency for your child. If you are a beginner (and your partner doesn't speak the language fluently) you might have to lower your expectations to being able to speak enough to just get by. And you might have to learn a lot more along the way too. Be clear about what your goal in teaching your child the Language is, and plan for challenges along the way and learn to be flexible.

Start early. If you start early with teaching children a second Language, they will be more likely to view it as a natural part of their environment, rather than a task or a chore they have to do. Integrating it into their daily lives from the beginning (singing, talking, interacting in the Language) will really help it to be something they can more easily adapt to and embrace.

Find native material. I find that this is the best way to supplement a child's learning, and their consumption of the Language will be similar to the way you learnt English (or your primary language). Songs, toys, books, videos, everything in the Language that is designed for children and is age appropriate. Basically, immersion. Fun things make it more interesting! Children usually do not want to sit and try to learn a new writing system unless it comes across as more of a game. Also, I get really into children's content and enjoy it when I am involved in what my son is reading/watching/playing, and it makes it more fun for him. I like drills and workbooks, but my son doesn't, but when we play together we are both learning.

Find people who speak that Language. This can be difficult depending on your location and the Language (see again: Be realistic). But if you find people who are also learning the Language it can really help your child to be interested in learning the Language. If you can already speak the Language, you might be able to meet others who speak the Language and who have children who also speak it. Finding the community and "breaking into" it might be difficult (depending on the community), but it's not impossible. Exposing children to others learning the same Language is a great way to teach the culture and customs of the people who speak that Language (an integral part).

Schools/Classes for that Language. This is a great way to immerse children in the Language! For parents wanting to teach their children Spanish, it can be as easy as enrolling them in a Spanish-only Pre-K (here in the US there are many). But for parents wanting to teach their children Japanese, the Pre-K classes require that the child have a basic understanding of Japanese but also that the parent (at least one) has an understanding of Japanese to be able to communicate solely in Japanese with the teachers. Depending on the Language you want to teach your child, it can be easy or difficult to find a school or class for young children, but it can't hurt to look into it.

Don't pressure children when teaching a new Language. Having recently gone through the experience of preparing my son for taking an hour-long exam for a Japanese Saturday school for 4 year olds (!), I realised that the parents who put a lot of pressure on their kids for studying ended up having kids who cried, whereas when the parents didn't put a lot of pressure on them they were calm and not stressed about going into a classroom with kids they might not know and teachers they had never met before, and answering questions in Japanese. There are many other examples where parents are worried about their children becoming proficient or keeping up with a second language that causes unrealistic expectations based on the age of the child. So, be aware of pressure that you might be putting on your child to accomplish YOUR goal of learning a Language, and it will probably be a better experience for all.

The End

I think that's all I have for now! (I think it's more than enough haha). I hope this gives some useful advice, and I hope that no one fell asleep. Thanks for reading to the end!