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Do you think getting struck by lightning would affect Nm? Would it charge up his goo for an atomic blast or just electrocute himâŚ
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Squints and stares
From what I remember, Nightmare doesn't have anything to do with electricity, so he probably wouldn't store the charge from the lightning for any grand reason. He could get electrocuted, maybe, but that's dependent on a bunch of science-y stuff, like his goo density, what properties it has, if the goo is a conductor or not, so on and so forth
#anon#asks#screeches into the void#SCIENCE BRAIN AWAKENS#just barely though tbh#I haven't had a science class in years. and I'm never awake enough to process these things recently#I'm struggling but I'm being as smart as possible anyway
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Brain Curd #277
Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.
I awoke in the darkness, sweating, my heart racing. I checked my watch on the bedside table: 6:25. Exactly five minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.
I ran my hands along my body to ground myself. My head: a messy crew cut, grown out for a few months from lack of motivation to trim it. My chest, lacking in tone and covered in stubble. My legs, long and majestic, a bandage over my left ankle.
I put on my glasses and peeked through the curtains. The sun was barely up, the same as me. Yes, everything was as it was supposed to be. Except my phone ringing - that wasnât supposed to happen.
âHello?â I answered my phone, confused, tugging on the micro USB cable as I picked it up.
âTracey, can you hear me?â A feminine voice was broadcast from the earpiece.
âWho?â
I could hear the sound of papers rustling on the other end.
âWho is this? I think you have the wrong number.â
âNo, no, sorry. I got ahead of myself. What do you remember?â
âHuh? Nothing.â
âWhat do you mean, ânothingâ?â
âUh⌠sorry, I just woke up. Are you referring to anything specific? I donât remember my nightmare, if thatâs what you want to know⌠hold on, who are you?â
âI canât answer that question yet. Letâs start with the basics: do you remember your name?â
âOf course I remember my name.â I jumped out of bed and threw on my bathrobe to keep from freezing in the morning air. âBut Iâm not telling you anything until you tell me who you are.â
The voice sighed. âAlright, I didnât want to alarm you right away, but youâre not being very cooperative.â
âIâm not being cooperative?!? You called me at six-thirty in the morning!â My alarm went off right in my ear, nearly blowing out my right eardrum. I shut it off and put the phone back up to my cheek.
âThen why donât you hang up?â She asked.
I thought about it for a moment. It was the obvious thing to do from the beginning, but I was so groggy and disoriented that it didnât occur to me.
âFine,â I said, clicking the power button with my thumb. I put the phone in my pocket and went to the bathroom. I turned on the electric heater and took a deep breath.
âSo, now that Iâve made it perfectly clear that this isnât some sort of phishing scam, are you willing to talk?â
âAaghhh!â I nearly fell off the toilet. âHow are you in my head?!?â
âAll the answers you seek will come when the time is right. But first, I need you to tell me your name.â
âItâs Trevor. What the hell is going on?â
âTrevor, huh? Hm. We might have overshot it a bit.â
âWhat?â
âWhat do you remember from yesterday?â
âI⌠I donât know! It was a normal Wednesday! Woke up, went to school, ate dinner⌠What do you want from me?â
âWhat did you eat for dinner?â
âPizza and salad.â
âWhat was your first class yesterday morning?â
âUS History.â
âWhatâs the weather like?â
âAbout as cold and rainy as youâd expect from December.â
âAnd did you or did you not sit with the theatre kids during lunch?â
âNo?â
âOkay, Iâm locked in. Listen, uh, âTrevorâ, I have some instructions for you.â
âWhat, do you want me to rob a bank or something? Iâm warning you, Iâm not very coordinated.â
âI know that. All I want you to do is go about your day as you normally would, but when you write in your planner, add an additional assignment in the US History section called âdioramaâ.â Can you do that for me?â
âUh⌠yeah, I guess. Iâll probably forget to -â
âIâll remind you. Remember, though, nobody else can hear me. Do not verbally reply in a public place.â
âSure. Now that weâve got that out of the way, who are you?â
â... You may call me Celeste. Youâll hear from me again later. Goodbye, Trevor.â
My head got quieter. Needless to say, I was damn confused. But maybe it was just one of those dreams that keeps going for a few minutes after you wake up. It had to be, right? How else could I have known what was going to happen yet get the answer wrong?
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#NSC Original#Brain Curd#Brain Curds#writing#creative writing#writeblr#flash fiction#author#writer things#writers#writers on tumblr#writers of tumblr#writerscommunity#women writers#female writers#queer writers#daily writing#Brain Curd 277#Quantum Fates#Awakening#sci fi#science fiction#mystery#transgender#trans#queer
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Did you know that your memories might not actually be coming from your brain?
In this video, I explore a groundbreaking discovery that could change the way we understand memory, consciousness, and the mind. Itâs fascinating to think that memories might exist outside of our brain.
Dive into this new perspective and see how it challenges everything we thought we knew..
Click to watch and share your thoughtsâthis might just shift your whole view of reality!
YouTube Link: https://youtu.be/WLZJqzBEM9Y
#memories#brain#consciousness#mind#discovery#science#neuroscience#memorytheory#newdiscovery#spirituality#awakening#mindandbody#humanmind#evidence#seekreality#reality#selfdiscovery#thoughtprovoking#perspective#mindfulness#Youtube
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do you think the guy who named phantom pain "phantom pain" was a guy of whimsy. like he Had to have thought about "ghost pain" first because like.. "it's pain where your limb used to be? it's like a ghost limb!" Right???? but no his following thought was "you know what would be a better word to supplement 'ghost'? PHANTOM. phantom pain. ahhh fuck yeah that's some good alliteration" and it just caught on
#this was a thought i had as i was doing science homework for absolutely no reason#i don't know why i was thinking of phantom pain but it led me down this path#so i choose to believe this was an awakened vision from the genius that is my brain (not really đđđ)
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Pinecones, Brain Glands, and Entertainment: Whatâs the Connection?
Pinecones, Brain Glands, and Entertainment: Whatâs the Connection?
Whatâs On My Mind Today? đ¤Â Why Pinecones and Glands? Donât Ask Me! Sometimes, curiosity hits you like a rogue pinecone falling off a tree. I stumbled across this connection between pinecones, enlightenment, and the pineal gland, and my brain said, âWait, what now?â I mean, who looked at a brain gland and thought, âYou know what this needs? A pinecone metaphor!â đ¤ˇââď¸ But down the rabbit hole IâŚ
#ancient symbols#brain science#curiosity#enlightenment#esoteric traditions#Humor#mythology#Pineal gland#pinecone symbolism#spiritual awakening#third eye
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Baby, Mommy's Here

I HAD TO WRITE AN EMERGENCY TAEYEON FIC BECAUSE OF THESE PICTURES (those who follow me sorta have gotten some not-so-subtle hints of the release of this fic :p)
ALSO, ENJOY THIS ONE TOO
I didn't edit/revise this b/c I'm sort of in a hurry. Please let me know if you find any mistakes! :D
Word count: 12.8K
Never in your life did you think youâd be in such a relationship. The past you mightâve judged you for itâscratch that, the past you wouldâve hard judged you for it, maybe even going so far as to looking down on you for letting yourself acclimate to such a relationship. However, now that itâs happening, itâs like youâve been truly awakened. This is the best way life is to be lived; sure, there are many people who give you weird looks, sure, some of your friends make fun of you and in fact, you get the feeling that some of them have distanced themselves from you upon learning of the type of relationship youâre in, but youâre long past the point of caring about that. In fact, Taeyeon herself has helped you get over the judgmental attitudes the ones who were close to you have adopted towards you.
What have you ever done to deserve your current lifestyle? You figure you mustâve been Mother Theresa or Mahatma Gandhi in your previous life to get this type of treatment and attention from the peak specimen of a woman that is Kim Taeyeon.
Beautiful, sexy, confident, but also kind, caring, gentle, empathetic ⌠what does she not have? Money, certainly, isnât the answer to that question: and while, as youâve experienced, her level of wealth very much grants Taeyeon the ability to live as lavishly as any other multi-millionaire CEO, and the combination of her attractive appearance and personality makes it so that she should be able to get together with any man in the world. But, for some reason, she settled for you.
Rather, itâs not âfor some reasonâ.
âThis is a secret from the public, and I prefer you keep it this way.â Of course, you nod frantically. It was one of the first times youâve seen Taeyeon in person, and being this close to her is making your heart go haywire and turning your brain to goo. âI am ⌠shall I say, nearly infertile.â It was one of your first meetings, so hearing her being so vulnerable to you makes you feel thankful that she feels like she can be this way with you but also unworthy of bearing this knowledge. Still, you say nothing and let her continue. âThat is to say, there are only certain men that I am compatible with, and even amongst those men, it would still be troublesome for me to become pregnant. And, as a woman who wants to have children of her own, you can see where my issue lies.â You nod again. Frankly, you donât trust your voice to crack or to not stammer out even single-word replies.
âAnd thatâs where you come in. I believe you participated in a test group regarding your own fertility?â You rack your memory â did you? Youâve signed up to participate in all sorts of studies, because you figure, why not, really? It canât hurt that much, youâre helping the advancement of science, and youâre so unremarkable that you figure no one would the type of information these test groups ask for. âThe researchers did indeed, use your specimen for its intended purpose, but in return for funding them, I had them also test for compatibility with me.â That sounds ⌠vaguely illegal? But honestly, you canât care less. Of all the test groups youâve participated in, this is by far the greatest outcome, the best reward youâve ever gotten. âAnd, it turns out, weâre compatible. Also, it doesnât hurt that youâre quite cute.â
As a man, you perhaps shouldnât have felt so happy hearing that from a woman. However, given that Taeyeon is almost a decade older than you, youâre more than happy to be her cute little partner. âTh-Thank, Thank you.â
Your face turns beet red, but Taeyeon simply smiles at your stammering. âNo need to be shy. Youâre mine now, and likewise, Iâm yours.â
So she says, but the dynamic of the relationship quickly becomes clear: because Taeyeon has a lot of business to attend to, itâs often times you helping take care of the house along with the staff of house caretakers Taeyeon has at her disposal. Sheâs the one with the money, and sheâs also insisted that your only job to be help her out with her job whenever she so asks for it, which you feel is much less frequently than she could be.
Essentially, realistically, Taeyeon is your sugar momma. And this relationship, while you figured mightâve felt a little demeaning at first, is perfectly fulfilling.
When Taeyeon is home, sheâs the typical caring, doting wife, albeit with the caveat that she sometimes requests massages from you after a long day of work or vents to you about a project thatâs being bottlenecked by something or another. When youâre outside with Taeyeon, the paparazzi that seems to be perpetually following you probably would never guess this bit about your dynamic: you pay for the meals as much as Taeyeon does, you still hold the door open for her, and you still drive the car more than she does if you two ever feel like not utilizing her personal chauffer.
In private is where the dynamic is a little more obvious: whenever Taeyeon requests something of you, you instantly drop whatever it is that youâre doing and rush to her sideâbut then again, that could just be seen as a doting, caring partner. And, of courseâ
âOoh, honey, yesâŚâ
Itâs an absolutely hypnotic sight, seeing Taeyeon grinding against your crotch with your dick buried inside her to the hilt, her head thrown back and her hands on your waist. Youâve, of course, seen pictures of her all over the place, but the novelty of seeing those sizable tits hanging out in the open, each decorated with a squeezable bud at the tip thatâs begging to be squeezed, but you donât dare act out of line. In the first few months of your budding relationship, you feel like youâre fighting to show her your worth.
âGosh, it feels so goodâŚâ
The sex is amazing, and you canât get over how great Taeyeonâs pussy feels, and that in combination with the soft, velvety texture of her skin against your hands drives you insane, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you canât help but feel that this is still somewhat transactional.
âFuck, TaeyeonâŚâ
That thought only slightly detracts from the sex. The moment you entered this relationship with Taeyeon, she requested you to leave your previous job and to work for herâshe doesnât give you much work, though. Itâs more like menial tasks, like, âplease sort through my email inbox every morning and delete all the obvious spam and junk mailâ, âplease help me find a good place for a dinner with some stockholdersâ, that kind of stuff. You donât particularly mind: you want to make yourself as useful to Taeyeon as possible.
âDoes that feel good, honey?â
You can tell Taeyeon is putting in effort into this relationship, though: from day one, she all but ditched calling you your real name in favor of these pet names, such as âhoneyâ, âbabyâ, âsweetheartâ, et cetera. Youâre thankful of her for that. In fact, it only makes you want to prove your worth to her even more.
âYes, it feels so good, Taeyeon.â
You, on the other hand, donât feel like youâve earned the right to call her those pet names yet. It almost feels like youâre a puppy wagging its tail at its owner, seeking approval and validation and attention, something you mightâve ordinarily felt as demeaning now feels actually somewhat fulfilling. Every day, you strive towards this singular goal: be worth of being the man Taeyeon chose as her partner.
âAre you close?â
âAlmostâŚâ
Taeyeon takes your hands and places them on her boobs. âYou like these, donât you?â
Would it be ruder to blatantly, but honestly say, âyes, I love them so much, I sometimes find myself unable to stop looking at themâ, to not say anything at all, or to deny it?
âYou donât have to deny it, baby.â
Seeing the reassuring smile on Taeyeonâs face is what lets you respond with, âYes, I love them.â
âYou know, youâre my partner. You donât have to sneak peaks at my boobs, you can just look at them.â
Itâs a growing process, for sure. Gradually getting used to each other, getting over your initial feeling of intimidation of Taeyeon after learning about how much of a sweetheart Taeyeon is outside her sharp, crisp, always-fashionable and always-beautiful CEO look takes some work, and Taeyeon is helping along with that process tremendously.
âThanks, Taeyeon.â
You try to resist squeezing those almond nipples for as long as possible, but in the end, youâre only human. And then, hearing Taeyeon moan when you finally give in feeds the fire, and suddenly, youâre all over her boobs, grinding and smacking into her pussy while your hands carefully knead and massage her tits and give her nipples the occasional squeeze that sends Taeyeon into another moaning frenzy.
âYes, keep going!â
âTaeyeon, Iâm close. WhereâŚ?â
âGo ahead, baby! Inside me!â
You almost donât know why you asked. Every single time the two of you have had sex, without fail, Taeyeon has insisted that you cum inside herâand, despite the sheer number of times itâs happened, she still has yet to become pregnant. Itâs gotten to the point where youâre starting to wonder if itâs an issue with you, but Taeyeon has reassured you that isnât the caseâthe test group that you partook in also returned results of your own fertility, of which is in the normal range for the average male.
âFuck, cummingââ
And, without fail, every time you burst inside her, the hot, sticky walls of Taeyeonâs pussy squeezes you dry, coaxing out every last drop as if milking you for all that you were worth.
After letting you ride out your orgasm, Taeyeon dismounts you and lays by your side. âThat was great, honey.â
How kind and considerate Taeyeon is only makes you feel worse, knowing that you still have yet to make her cum a single time. At least, as far as you know. You donât dare bring this up, though; itâs an awkward subject, despite how many times youâve came inside her already, and you donât want to remind Taeyeon of your inadequacy.
âYeah, it was,â is all you can say, for now.
In any romantic relationship, mutual attraction is a must. At least, in your books, it is. Maybe itâs the nature of a CEO like Taeyeon to take a more calculative stance on romantic relationshipsâbut then again, you donât believe that, seeing how Taeyeon takes the time out of her busy day to spend time with you: watching movies, having meals, chatting about random things, going golfing or go-karting or renting out an entire amusement park for a few hours to have fun in. For you, attraction to Taeyeon is instant, and only solidifies over time: for Taeyeon, you can tell itâs taking some time.
You do everything in your power to expedite the process: you take on cooking, taking lessons from Taeyeonâs personal chef so that you can cook meals for your 100-day and 200-day anniversaries, and although you consider yourself more knowledgeable than the average guy in this area, you still take more time to learn about fashion and makeup so that you can be at least somewhat presentable next to Taeyeon in public, you carefully plan out surprise dates for her to get her to stop thinking about work for a bit, and as time passes, you can start noticing the difference. Taeyeon is gradually, actively, making more effort to spend time with you, even going so far as to push deadlines or forgo work once every month or so, and itâs immensely gratifying to see your hard work paying off.
There are other ways you can see your hard work paying off, too.
âOh my gosh, baby, Iâmâ!â Taeyeon, relentless as ever, demanded a second round before going to sleep that night, and itâs before your second orgasm that youâre finally able to see Taeyeon succumb to hers, purely by your efforts. ââIâm cumming, oh my goâ!â
Her svelte frame shudders and convulses beneath your own, her eyes now fully shut and her head pressed deep into the pillow. Her hips violently buck against your crotch, so you obey the unspoken request of her body: you donât relent, you continue to fuck her fiercely, to let her ride out her orgasm by adding pressure your right index finger and thumb are applying to her clit, and drink in this marvelous sight. Itâs a whole other type of novelty, to see Taeyeonâs climax before your very eyes. If you thought the sight of her nude body was a mind-shatteringly sexy sight, the sight of seeing that body rocking and vibrating as your cock continued to slam into the deepest parts of her womb is on a completely other levelâand then, to know that itâs you who did this, who turned Taeyeon into this moaning, screaming, convulsing mess brings you to your own orgasm.
âFuck, Taeyeon, Iâm also cummingâŚâ
âLet it all out, baby! Give me everything!â
When your orgasm subsided, you spent a few seconds recovering from the sheer intensity of that climax, taking a second before pulling out of her and letting your body fall onto the bed next to her.
âWow ⌠baby, that was amazing.â
âIt was. You were amazing.â
âMmm. Thank you so much, honey.â She gave you one last peck on the cheek before drifting off to sleep, a normally harmless and cute gesture of her gratitude that kept you up far too late. However, when you drifted off to sleep yourself, you found that, the next morning, you felt more refreshed than ever.
There were certain complications with your night activities, first and foremost being how often you needed to get your bedsheets cleaned. The fact that Taeyeon always went to sleep with your cum still leaking out of her pussy is definitely the reason behind it, and youâre somewhat shocked to find out that the normally pristine and proper Taeyeon didnât think twice about soiling the bedsheets every time you bred her.
The second complication was, as the two of you grew closer, the sex started happening in places outside of the bedroom: at first, it was relatively private places like the shower or her wardrobe, but gradually evolved to such places asâ
âMmm, yes, right there, babe!â The sound of her ass slapping against your crotch echoes about the spacious kitchen. Taeyeonâs knuckles having turned white from the intensity of her grip on the kitchenâs island table as you relentlessly pound her into it. âKeep going!â
Taeyeonâs house is rather bigânot mansion big, but still big enough to mandate a cleaning staff. In addition, Taeyeonâs personal chef comes every morning and leaves around noon: the schedule of the caretakers of her house is very precise, but there is still some kind of novelty in having sex somewhere other people frequent.
âFuck, TaeyeonâŚâ
Itâs something you can never get tired of: the feeling of her soft waist in your hands, the sputtering of her juices onto your groin, the way your hips bounce off her bubbly butt, the beautiful melody of her moans, the sight of her, sweaty and hot and aroused, her back arched and her sizable tits jiggling with the force of your every thrust, watching your cock disappear between her flopping, glistening pink folds over and over again, all of it.
âYes! Pound me into the table! Harder!â
Of course, youâre all too willing to comply. Given her rather small, frail-looking frame, youâve learned that Taeyeon is able to take quite a bit of punishment, something you are more than willing to dish out whenever she asks for it. This isnât the first time sheâs asked you to be rough on her, so youâre more or less used to this type of dirty talk: however, what she says next is not something youâre used to.
âGrab my hair! Push my face into the table!â
Youâre a little hesitant at first, but with how fervently sheâs taking your cock, you realize she isnât really giving you much space to argue. So, as always, you obey.
âYes, mommy.â
As you reach out to grab a fistful of her hair, she turns a surprised eye to you. Itâs only then that you realize what came out of your mouth.
ââMommyâ?â
Why did you say that? You try to be careful with your words, but have lately been finding it easier and easier to let words slip out of your mouth without a second thought. And now that she was looking at you, a sudden pang of fear crept up inside you. Did you fuck up? âUm, Iâm, Iâm so sorrââ
âNoâŚâ There is clear conflict on Taeyeonâs face. On one hand, sheâs surprised to hear you call her that, and part of her feels like she ought to be repulsed by it in some way, but part of her finds it hot. Itâs not lost on Taeyeon that the nature of your relationship with you makes you her sugar baby, especially with the age gap that exists between you two. Itâs ⌠fitting. ââŚdonât be sorry. Keep going, baby.â
What happened? Is Taeyeon not mad? She seemed to be ⌠somewhat accepting of it?
You donât decide to push your luck though, and when she turns back around, you continue where you left off by grabbing her hair and, gently, pushing her face into the cold marble surface of the island table.
âFuuckâŚâ
Youâre genetically compatible with her, and even your physical build is compatible with her: youâre at just the right height to comfortably drill into her from above like this, with her feet slightly raised and her ass in the air, smacking into your damp groin repeatedly. The wet sounds of the impact echo about the otherwise empty residence: outside, the gardener should be attending to the multitude of flowers and trees that surround the house, but there is no view inside the kitchen from anywhere the gardener might be.
âYes, keep going, ruin me!â
âFuck, Taeyeonââ you other hand leaves her waist and comes down, hard, onto her ass. She lets out a noise that lays somewhere between a squeal and a moan. ââyouâre so much.â
âMore, babe! Keep going!â
Itâs second nature to you, by now, to obey her every command, but this is something you donât need her to tell you to do. The second smack, then the third, the fourth, the fifth, and by the sixth, you can start to see a red imprint in the rough shape of your palm appearing on her otherwise pale, snowy-white romp.
âFuck! Babe, please, itâs so good!â
Her words are slightly muffled by the fact that youâre pushing her face into the table; her face is turned to the side, but even still, her cheeks are so slim that even the slightest bit of pressure nearly causes her lips to be touching the marble.
âYouâre so insatiable.â Youâre using your knees to keep yourself aligned with her, one hand adjusting its grip on her silky, chocolate hair while the other alternates between caressing and smacking her juicy ass. âI love it.â
âIâm so close! Babe, please!â
The coolness of the marble surface is also pressing into her tits, and specifically, her erect nipples. On top of the ferocious pounding youâre giving her, the ass-smacking from one of your hands and the pressing on her head into the table from the other, the temperature play at yet another one of her erogenous zones is stimulating Taeyeon to the max. The longer it draws on, the more the intensity of your thrusts and the force of your hand onto her ass increases, and the higher she pushes herself onto the balls of her feet, doing everything she can to maximize the contact between you and her.
By now, you can more or less tell how close Taeyeon is to her climax; although you havenât gotten it down to an exact science yet, you can tell that youâre going to reach your peak first. Ever since youâve gained the ability to make Taeyeon climax, you selfishly want to make sure sheâs reaching it every single time: of all the things you can never get tired of from Taeyeon, seeing her coming to an orgasm because of you is at the top of that list.
So, you use the cheat button. You stop slapping her ass, the red imprint on it just about glowing by now, and your hand dives between her legs. It takes a second to find her clit, but when you do, you donât use it right away: youâve learned that itâs more effective if you do what youâre doing now, which is to tease it by rubbing the perimeter of it first. Taeyeon, on the other hand, starts losing her mind; her moans become desperate yelps and whines, and when you finally reward her patience by squeezing on her pleasure button, she unfolds all at once.
âFffuuuck!â
The goal was to at least align your climaxes at least somewhat, but you definitely werenât expecting to make Taeyeon cum first. In fact, youâre so stunned by this that you momentarily stop moving, only reminded to keep going by Taeyeonâs urging.
âYes, yes, yes! Fuck, Iâm cumming so hard, oh my god, oh myââ
This is the first time that Taeyeon has reached her climax before you. Try as you might before, even doing foreplay such as cunnilingus or using your fingers, it was always you that buckled first. But now, seeing your misses unravel so completely, shaking and lathering your cock and your groin with her love nectar, turns you on so completely that your climax follows shortly after.
âFuck, cummingââ
Taeyeon jolts again as the jet of warm, viscous liquid enters her womb. âUnng, fuck, yes, fill me up, babe!â
This time, Taeyeon didnât have the benefit of the bedsheets to soak up the fluids flowing out of her hole; you help her clean up, and when sheâs done, she pecks you on the lips. And thatâs another thing you can never get tired of: the feeling of her soft, velvety lips on yours, and the fragrant aroma that wafts into your nose when her face presses into yours.
âI canât believe how amazing that was, babe. You were ⌠wowâŚâ
You let out a laugh. âIâm glad you liked it. You were so sexy, as always.â
There wasnât a room in the house that was spared from your and Taeyeonâs antics: the dining room, the living room, every room in the spacious abode became witness to your breeding attempts. Each had their own benefits, too: the dining room had the comfortable chairs that you could use, the living room had the open space and a TV to use to add into the fun, the game room was filled with various makeshift tools that enhanced the experienceâsuch as using a pool stick as a yoke or restraint bar, forcing Taeyeonâs arms behind her back and leaving her completely helpless to youâand the music room, which she apparently had installed into her house because of some vocal lessons she eventually dropped due to lack of time, but something for which you can personally vouch for her insane natural talent of, whose excellent acoustics allow you to hear Taeyeonâs beautiful, musical moans in ways youâve never heard them before. It wasnât an everyday thing, though, nor even necessarily a once-a-week thingâin fact, there would even be stretches of two, three months with no sex. Someone as busy as Taeyeon simply didnât always have the time, or would just come home and let you guide her to her bed and fall asleep to the full-body massage youâve spent so much time learning to do.
It wasnât all sunshine and rainbows, thoughâbeing the publicly-known boyfriend of perhaps the worldâs first idol-CEO, who first garnered attention for her immaculate looks at the fashion shows she would attend, then further fame from appearing on the Forbesâ â30 Under 30â list. What would the fanbase of an idol-CEO look like? It turned out, pretty similar to the fanbase of a singer-idol: from the moment your relationship with Taeyeon went public, the two of you were met with waves upon waves of backlash. Taeyeon, being used being in the spotlight and frankly, not particularly caring for these kinds of matters as her job wasnât as closely tied to public sentiment as a singer-idolâs was, was barely phased by it. You, however: someone who was a nobody before this, who was a five or six out of ten at best, and now with the amount of effort you put into fashion and your appearance now, is perhaps a seven or maybe an eight if you squinted real hard and captured the exact perfect angle, but who looks like a four next to the perfect ten out of ten that Taeyeon always was, was bound to be met with heaps of jealous, indignant, angry fans.
It was easy enough to stop using social mediaââeasyâ enough, that isâbut when youâre just walking about normally, shopping for furniture or new shampoo or fetching some new makeup products that Taeyeon has you pick up? When Taeyeon proposed to hire a bodyguard for you, you immediately shoot it down. You, need a bodyguard? Who are you to require such a thing?
The answer was simple: the news articles of random people on the street harassing you, throwing junk at you, something you tried to keep quiet about but met Taeyeonâs wrath regarding when she found out, not from you telling her, but from a news article.
âHow could you not tell me?!â
âIâm ⌠Iâm so sorryâŚâ
âNo! Itâs notââ Taeyeon sinks into her chair and buries her face in her hands. ââitâs not you who needs to be sorry.â Her voice softens considerably, and it doesnât take long for you to realize: sheâs crying.
âTaeyeon? Honey?â
âYou need to tell me about these things!â When she lifts her head to speak to you, your suspicions are confirmed: eyes sparkling, cheeks glistening with tears, lips pulled into a pronounced frown. âI can protect you! Why would youââ
âBecause Iâm a man!â You donât intend to yell, but itâs too late. âI donât want to need my girlfriend to protect me! I have a pride as a man, too, even if youâre theââ you donât dare finish that sentence. Youâre already yelling at her, you donât need to step over that line.
âIâm the what?â she snaps. âIâm the CEO? Iâm the older one? Iâm the one with the money?â
âItânone of that matters. It wasnât that big of a deal, anyway. A bruise here and there, itâs fine.â
âBut itâs not fine! What if something worse happens down the line? If you continue to let these people walk all over you, what if they start throwing bigger, heavier things at you? What if you get hospitalized? What would I do then?â
âWhy would you care, as long as my penis works fine.â
âŚ
Wait.
What the fuck did you just say?
The silence is deafening. You can hear your heart racing inside your chest. Itâs painful. Itâs a twisting, churning sensation inside you, but worse than that is the fact that Taeyeon isnât saying anything. You want to take it back. So badly. But, you canât. What would you say?
âIâI need to go.â
âHoney, waitââ
For the first time since youâve started this relationship, you disobey her. You continue walking, straight out of her office, and donât stop until you reach a bar.
Is doing this going to ruin your reputation, and more importantly, Taeyeonâs reputation even more? Almost definitely. But at that moment, you donât care. You probably donât need to care much about Taeyeonâs reputation for much longer. You donât remember the rest of the night at all, and wake up the next morning with a terrible, pounding headache. It takes a while to acquire your surroundings, and when you do, you realize youâre in the VIP room of the hospital Taeyeonâs doctor works at: a place youâve visited to make sure you are, indeed, fertile, and for a few vaccines that you didnât think of getting until Taeyeon suggested it.
Taeyeon, Taeyeon, Taeyeon. Your whole life revolves around Taeyeon. And now, what did you do to her? Imply that sheâs only using you as a breeding horse, as if you canât feel how much she loves you in the voice messages she sends you when she canât come home about how she misses you, or the meal she cooked for you on your 400th day anniversary, or the various other gifts she showers you with because of some passing comment you donât remember making the next day. All of that, and then that terrible thing you said to her, and sheâs still taking care of you?
When the nurse bursts through the door and calls your name, your head is buried inside your hands. âDo you still have a hangover? Iâll getââ
âNo, itâs ok.â
ââŚok. Ms. Taeyeon is on her way.â
âIââ who are you to make demands of others? Especially since youâre only in this room because of her. Does she still love you? Does she still believe in you?
The next person to burst through the doors and call your name is none other than Kim Taeyeon herself. âOh my god, sweetheart, I was so worried when I couldnât get a reach of you and couldnât find you at homeâŚâ
You listlessly try to escape her embrace, but Taeyeon is having none of that. She squeezes your head against her chest, and from the way you can feel her shaking, you can tell that sheâs crying. Again. Because of you.
âI donât deserve you, Taeyeon.â
âWhat?â
âLetâs be honest. Iâm a nobody. Youâre ⌠youâre probably the only CEO in the world who has such a dedicated fanbase. Or, one of. Yet, youâre tying yourself down to me?â
âDonât say that! I chose you because I love you!â
âNo, you didnât.â Taeyeon releases her embrace of you. This time, you meet her gaze. You feel like you need to. âYou chose me because Iâm compatible with you, right?â
âOhâŚâ Why does Taeyeon look so crestfallen? Seeing her in such a state twists at your heartstrings, so you stay silent and let her gather her thoughts. ââŚthatâs not what I meant. Itâs true, that I initially chose you because of that, but ⌠I meant, I chose to stay with you because I fell in love with you. I chose you. Not because of your compatibility with my condition, but because of you. Not because of your penis, or your genes, or anything.â
And, the thing is, you know this. Is it simply because itâs hard to believe? That an amazing, a perfect woman like Taeyeon would ever want to be with someone like you? Is it that pride you have, as a man, that makes you want to be stubborn?
âIâm sorry.â It doesnât matter what it was. Taeyeon, just her being here with you, despite how busy she must be, despite the fires she must be trying to put out regarding news articles that have probably been released about the boyfriend of the famous idol-CEO Kim Taeyeon found passed out drunk at some random bar, is enough to forget all of that. âI didnât mean to say those words. It was wrong of me.â Taeyeonâs lips are already being pulled into a frown, and her eyes are already starting to tear up again, but when you say, âI know this is asking a lot ⌠but can you forgive me?â she bursts out into a sob.
âOf course! Of course, I forgive you, honey!â
The bodyguard was only necessary for the next two months; after Taeyeon released a public statement, threatening to sue for damages and the netizens for their defamatory comments, you found being in public much more bearable. That hurdle in your relationship seems to have flicked something in Taeyeon, who finally started giving you more work after you asked her so many times for it, in the hopes that you can help alleviate her immense workload. Was it your comment about still having pride as a man? Who knows, really. What was important was that, now that you could help Taeyeon with her duties, she could be home much more often. The times she couldnât be home, for the various business trips her duties as a CEO dictated, however, she decided to start taking you along.
As any multi-millionaire CEO, Taeyeon has her own private jet and her own crew for the jet, including a pilot and co-pilot. However, what was different about this jet was one aspectâa rather large aspect, honestly. One room inside the jet, with stabilizers in three dimensions to reduce the impact of turbulence for the people inside the room. Why would that be necessary when seatbelts are the common solution to turbulence?
âMmm, ooh, ooh yeahâŚâ
Taeyeonâs face is inches above your own, her eyes gently closed as your cock, firmly wedged between her legs and inside her swelteringly hot pussy, pries apart her tight walls. With every thrust, more of her juices sputter out onto the comforter covering the bed youâre lying on, and with every thrust, Taeyeonâs moans split through the loud hum of the jetâs engines.
âFuck ⌠Iâm going to miss this so muchâŚâ
âSo this is why you had this bed installed in your jet, huh?â Your hands are firmly planted on either side of her hips; even though the room is being stabilized in all degrees of motion, you still need to keep her in place so you can plow into her with the force her tight pussy demands of you. âTo get some last-minute cock before toiling away on this business trip?â
Taeyeon smiles at you. Itâs a mischievous, playful type of smile, one that reminds you that Taeyeon is more than the strict, calculating CEO, or even than the warm-hearted, kind and caring girlfriend, that she makes herself out to be. âSo what if I did?â
âI wouldâve said, âI didnât know my girlfriend was such a fiend for my cockâ, but then, I would be lying, wouldnât I?â
Ever since that incident, the two of you have grown closer than ever before. Itâs maybe something about voicing your insecurities about the relationship, how you feel inadequate in your desire be the protector despite Taeyeon having more of the means to act in that capacity, but after smoothing all that out, the hesitance of teasing Taeyeon too much or of belittling her a little in jest has gone away once you realize, âOh. Taeyeon just wants me to treat her like any other girlfriend would. Just because sheâs my sugar momma, doesnât mean sheâs my superior. In a relationship, both partners are equal, and this one shouldnât be any different.â
âI would be sad if my boyfriend didnât already know how much I loved feeling his cock destroy my wet, tight little pussy.â Thereâs something about Taeyeonâs dirty talk, too. It just ⌠gets to you. Taeyeon has such a regal appearance in public, and in private, such a cute, traditionally pretty appearance, that hearing such filth coming out of her lips almost feels wrong. It feels like it doesnât belong somehow, and that contrast is exactly what does it for you. âAnd how I love it so much, I spent millions to get this built for us, just so I could squeeze in an extra few hours of feeling his thick, veiny cock splitting my walls apart and feeling his hot, creamy cum spill into me.â
Youâre going to go crazy. Thatâs for sure. Itâs how you feel every time Taeyeon dirty talks to you, which you have noticed has been increasing in frequency as of late.
âGod, I canât believe you, TaeyeonâŚâ
âIâm right here, babe. Believe in me.â
âYouâre ⌠what did I ever do to deserve you?â
Taeyeon doesnât answer, and instead places her hands on your cheek and leans in for a kiss. Itâs an incredible feeling every time, feeling the warm, plump, soft texture pressing against your lips, and then feeling her tongue against yours, but especially when in combination with the feeling of her body pressed against yours, and feeling her wet, hot snatch trying to squeeze the life out of your cockâyou feel even further above the clouds than you already are.
Your bodies move in unison, both of you moaning into the kiss that are subsequently drowned out by the ever-present roaring of the jet engines. For privacy reasons, Taeyeon had the room soundproofed and doors locked; even meals were served on a food tray through a tiny slit that could only be opened from inside the room. And here lay the millionth benefit of dating the finest specimen of a woman on planet Earth: Taeyeon was always so thorough, especially when it came to your combined private time, that you knew you could enjoy it thoroughly without fear of any interferences.
âGod, I love you so much, babe.â
âI love you too, Taeyeon.â
âYou always tell me that you feel lucky to have me, but havenât you ever stopped to consider how lucky I feel to have you?â Your movements arenât forceful and vigorous as they are usually; this time, theyâre slower and more sensual. This time, it feels more like lovemaking than baby-making, and you donât really know how to deal with that. âYou adapted to such a different lifestyle so quickly, youâre always willing to help me even in ways I couldnât imagine, youâre always so patient with me, and youâre even willing to learn all the weird and highly-specified parts of my job so that you can help me with it, all so you can spend more time with me. Iâve met with and talked to many men in my life, but I doubt a single one of them could do as amazing of a job as my partner in life than you.â
Itâs pretty overwhelming. Scratch that, itâs insanely overwhelming. Taeyeon, as any doting girlfriend, gives you compliments all the time, but none feel as heartfelt and sincere as this one. It feels like a balloon growing inside your chest, that you can imagine is your ego or sense of self-worth or something, and Taeyeon is pumping air into it with all the strength her skinny little arms can manage. Which is a surprising about, mind you.
What can you do with all this ⌠this elation? A sense of pure love and warmth and caring and everythingâit feels too much to bear. So, you do the only thing you know to do in such a situation.
âAnd none of them could fuck you like I do.â
The loving gaze in Taeyeonâs eyes shatters, her eyes disappearing into upside-down crescents and her lips pulled apart to allow for her laughter to spill out. She smacks you on the shoulder. âIâm trying to be serious here!â
You laugh along with her. âI love this. I love you. Everything. Iâm the luckiest person in the world right now, to have you with me.â
âTo feel such a hot, tight pussy squeezing your cock?â
âOh, now whoâs being the unserious one here?â
Taeyeon grins at you. âIâm like this because of you. You know that, right?â
âWhat? Little old me, corrupted the pure, innocent idol-CEO Kim Taeyeon?â Taeyeon smacks you on the shoulder again.
âI told you I donât like being called that.â
âWhat? Kim Taeyeon? But thatâs your name.â
âNo, the other thing.â
âOh, you donât like being called pure or innoââ this time, Taeyeon interrupts you by suddenly starting to ride you, hard, causing your words to be cut off by a groan. ââfuck, babeâŚâ
âLooks like mommy has to punish you for being such a naughty boy.â
Even with the constant droning of the jet engineâs roar, itâs like your ears can selectively pick out Taeyeonâs musical moans as she reaches her climax, and as you watch her ride you even more fiercely, you can only watch in absolute awe at the spectacle of Taeyeon succumbing to her orgasm atop your body, and the following visual of the creampie filling her cunt slowly trickling out of her hole and onto your body, and then onto the comforter when she rolls off you.
âSo youâre coming around to that word, huh?â
Taeyeon nods. âI canât believe Iâm saying this ⌠but itâs really hot.â
âHmm, but not as hot as my mommy.â
Taeyeon nudges you a little, albeit with a smile on her face. âShut up.â
Her response brings a smile to your own face. âSeeing as weâre not going to sleep, since itâs still probably around 6pm in our time, are you sure you donât want to clean up?â
Taeyeon shakes her head. âI like feeling it inside me. Your cum. Itâs so warm, and it feels like part of you is still inside me.â She leans against you and rests her head on your shoulder, which just so happens to fit perfectly into the crook of your neck. âWhich, of course, it technically is. Or, was. Now, itâs mine.â
You let out a chuckle. âI didnât know you were so possessive of my sperm.â
âI am! Your first baby should be with me. And all your babies in the future.â
âThatâs the plan.â
Because of the privacy of the room, neither of you have to put on your clothes again, which are neatly stored in the modest closets that are also attached to the room. A little while after, the two of you enjoy dinner in the seats sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing it, while watching a movie on the TV hanging above the bedâs headboards, and then resume the movie cuddled up on the bed, watching it on the other TV situated between the seats, facing the bed.
There have been many instances in this new life that Taeyeon has pulled you into that made you realize that the wealthy actually live entirely different lives than most other people, and this is one of them. Even closing in on three years together, youâre still discovering all these new kinds of luxury that you couldnât even fathom before meeting Taeyeon.
As the second movieâs credits start rolling, Taeyeon turns to you. âReady?â
âHm?â
Taeyeon swings her legs to the other side of your legs, her hands reaching down to rub your now growing erection. âI want more.â
The next time Taeyeon took you on a business trip, you immediately notice something different.
âHoney, whoâs that seat for?â
Situated underneath the TV facing the bed is another, slightly wider, seat, with its backrest folded down. There seem to be some other things attached to it, but you canât quite make out what they are.
âWhat do you mean? Thatâs for us.â
Taeyeon doesnât elaborate further, only giving you a mysterious smile as you buckle yourselves up into the seats for takeoff. Once the captain notifies you that youâre free to move about the cabin, Taeyeon unbuckles herself from the seat and beckons for you to come.
âI still donât understandâŚâ you watch as she pushes the TV into the wall, pulls the seat out a little, and pulls up the backrest. And, as you watch it unfurl, you can start to see what she was going for.
âWhat are you doing with your clothes still on?â You chuckle but obey, storing your clothes into the closet, with Taeyeon following shortly. âGo ahead, sit down.â
âYou seem ⌠awfully excited about this.â
âI am!â
Both you and Taeyeon are switches. Sometimes, Taeyeon takes the lead and youâre more than ok with it, and sometimes, she lets you take the lead; sometimes, Taeyeon comes home from a long day of high-stress situations and you make sure she doesnât have to make any more decisions, and sometimes, Taeyeonâs extended leave of absence from home makes both of you miss each other, which would more often than not result in Taeyeon exerting her will on you and you more than happy to be with her again. So, when you saw the wrist clamps extending about neck-level on either side of the backrest of the seat, you wondered who they were for: both of you, is probably the correct answer, but today, it was evident that Taeyeon wanted to use them.
âHmmâŚâ As your cock slides into her hot pussy, Taeyeon lets out a low moan, leaning back a bit onto your chest as she feels her walls being pulled apart, once again, by your girth. âMmmm~â
âAlways so tight for me, babe.â
âAlways so hard for me, baby.â You plant a kiss next to her ear, eliciting a giggle; when youâre fully inside her, she directs you, âHelp me with this?â
You turn your eyes to her handsâor, more accurately, her wrists, both of which are already inside the open wrist clamps. âYou really want this?â Taeyeon nods fervently, so you waste no time in locking her wrists in place. And, just like that, her arms are suspended in the air, giving you full, unadulterated access to her entire body, left entirely to your whims.
âIâm all yours, baby.â
Such a situation is a dream-come-true for any sane, straight man: one of the most attractive, sexiest woman on the planetâin your eyes, the most attractive and the sexiest woman on the planetâgiving herself up to you, fully. The only limbs she can control are her legs, but after you start pounding into her, even those start shaking about helplessly.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, babeââ
âThis is what you wanted, isnât it?â You take advantage of her raised arms and wrap your arms around to grab a handful of those voluptuous boobs she was so carelessly showing off at the walkway to the airportâbecause, as an idol-CEO, fans still congregate to take pictures of her airport outfits, for some reasonâand start palming them. Taeyeon lets out a sigh, arching her back and pushing her tits further into your hand. âYou want a break from everything and just want to be coddled and pampered, right?â
Taeyeon nods, and although you canât see it, you can feel how her head bobs up and down against your cheek.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâll take great care of you.â
âOohâŚâ
Her voice hitches when you give her nipples a light pinch, but just as quickly as the stimulus surges through her body, so too does it dissipate. Your motions slow down to a sensual grind, and you can start to feel Taeyeonâs impatience building.
This is her doing. She chose to submit herself to you, and she should know how much you like building up the tension. As much as her display of ultimate submission makes you want to pound her into next Tuesday, you know this will yield a better result, for both you and Taeyeon.
ââŚbabyâŚâ
You plant kisses on her crown, then move to her cheek. She tilts that side of her head to you, giving you better access to her ears, which you take advantage of by nipping slightly. Every time your lips touch her face, Taeyeon seems to be holding in her breath a little bit more, and every time your fingers come dangerously close to her nipples, you can feel a sigh waiting to be released, desperately wanting to be released, but being held in at the last possible moment.
âYour boobs look so good in that outfit.â
âYou told me this morning, honey.â
âSo you canât blame me for wanting to play with them a little bit more right now.â
âYou can play with them while youâre fucking me harder, riââ you interrupt her by planting a kiss right next to her lips, but not on them.
âYou put me in charge, right?â Taeyeon nods. âThen, relax. Donât think. Let me do everything for you, baby.â
Taeyeon follows your commands to a tee, sinking and sinking into your slow movements, practiced motions that youâve taken years to perfect. Every square centimeter of Taeyeonâs body, you know, and you use that knowledge to tease out every last ounce of desire and wanting from her small, skinny, but somehow curvaceous frame.
âOoh ⌠my godâŚâ
Your left hand leaves her boobs and travels south, and all it takes is one careful swipe of your finger along her entrance to reassure you how absolutely aroused Taeyeon has become.
âHmmâŚâ
âOpen up.â
Taeyeon obeys, and you stick the finger slick with her juices inside her mouth. Instantly, her velvety lips close around the digit and her tongue goes to work, swirling around the finger and licking it clean. Itâs not the first time youâve done this to her, and itâs also not the first time youâve wondered what letting loose a load between those pretty lips of hers would be like. To this day, all these years youâve been together, all the various ways you two have fucked, and Taeyeon has still yet refused to let you cum anywhere but inside her. Not that you particularly mind, but every now and then, your mind starts to wanderâwhat would she look like after a nice facial? How sexy would it be to see those slim cheeks puffing from an overabundance of your cum, with trickles of it escaping the corners of her mouth that she captures with her finger and feeds back into her mouth? What would these delectable tits, that have been the object of your fascination since Taeyeon put her airport outfit on this morning, look like with your cum smeared all over them? Or what about the juicy ass that sheâs currently grinding against your crotch?
âYouâre so unbelievably fucking beautiful, and so irresistibly sexy, Taeyeon.â
Taeyeon only responds with a sigh. You can hear the impatience in itâand, frankly, youâre nearly at your limit, too. You can start to feel her juices start to trickle down onto your legs and itâs this that becomes the last straw. The next sound Taeyeon makes is a loud yelp, in response to your fingers suddenly squeezing both nipples at the same time. âFfuck!â
You start pounding into her, using the grip your hands have on her boobs as leverage to push her back and forth in your lap. Eventually, as you build up momentum, Taeyeon starts raising and falling, each time she lands back in your lap creating a nice, satisfying smack! sound that gets quickly drowned out by the airplaneâs engines. Coincidentally, some faint rattling sound cuts through the air that youâve come to realize is turbulence, something that the stabilizers attached to the room have prevented you from ever feeling. Unfortunately, you canât make use of the bouncing of the airplane, but Taeyeon is light enough that you donât need much help anyway.
âGod, yes! Baby, please, more!â
Youâre letting your hands follow the wild bouncing motion of her boobs as you bounce her on your lap, giving them the occasional squeeze as it does so. It always marvels you, how someone so small and so skinny can have such proportionally big boobs. She usually dresses a bit more conservatively in public, which is what made her choice of outfit this day so mouth-wateringâTaeyeon rarely gives hints of her cleavage to the public, so when she reveals this much? You can only assume she was trying to seduce you, and it worked beautifully; before you even boarded the plane, you were having trouble trying to hide your boner. And now that itâs buried deep inside her, and now that her boobs are filling up your hands, especially since sheâs given you full reign to do whatever you want to her, you intend to act on your horniness to its fullest extent.
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll give you more.â
Among the many beautiful things about Taeyeon is her natural speaking voice, and that doubled for the voice with which she moaned her pleasure with. It only ever invigorates you more, to hear her moaning so animatedly, and your intensifying actions cause those moans to come out more frequently and with more frequency. Itâs a self-feeding loop, a loop that only ends one way.
âOh my gosh, babe, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum so hardââ
Your climax follows shortly after hers, and as you slump back into the backrest of the seat and Taeyeon rests her head against your chest, the salacious mixture trickles out of Taeyeonâs battered hole and onto the cushiony seat youâre seated upon. Your dick is still wedged inside aforementioned hole, and while you can feel some fatigue settling in, your dickâs efforts to soften is met with the fierce resistance of Taeyeonâs tight snatch, ever the hard worker.
âBabyâŚâ
âSorry, honey, just give me a minuteâŚâ
ââŚthereâs a setting. On the right, there should be a button. On the armrest.â
When you first saw the button, you assumed it was to lean the seat back like any normal airplane economy-class seat, but now that you think about it, you realize how dumb that assumption was. Thereâs barely any space for this seat to lean back, and this seat is clearly not âlike any normal airplane economy-class seatâ.
âOh, yeah.â
âPress it.â
âHm, okâoh, what theââ the seat starts bouncing, causing your dick to push a little bit deeper inside her. Taeyeon lets out a soft moan.
âMmm, Iâm so glad that works.â
âTaeyeon, whatââ
âDo you mind?â
You canât help but think of the meme that you arenât sure is exactly a meme, âsoakingâ, the Mormon work around for couples to have sex without going through the physical motions of it. If it is indeed a thing, you wonder how much this kind of a chair would be worth to them.
âDoes it feel good for you?â
Taeyeon nods. âYes. God, yes, I love that feeling, of your cock fucking our creampie back inside me.â
If you werenât being hit with your refractory period, Taeyeon saying such a filthy sentence wouldâve caused you to instantaneously jump herânow, all you could do is let out a groan and put your hands back on her boobs.
âFuckâŚâ
âDo you like it?â
âI ⌠Iâm still, I still canât, but fuck, I love the feeling of your boobs in my hands.â
The bouncing of the chair is rather slowâTaeyeon makes a comment about how she needs to tell them to modify it to have varying speeds, and then you briefly think about the poor engineers who have worked on this plane and have installed all sorts of various, weird things in it, with a probably pretty good idea for its use case but having to go along with it anywayâbut the two of you stay like this while you recover. The chair pushes you in and out of Taeyeon while your hands continue to knead and squeeze the addictively soft and plush texture of her tits, and as your refractory period fades, you start adding to the chairâs efforts. You eventually transition to a standing position, with Taeyeon now facing the seat, her wrists again trapped by the wrist clamps, and you standing behind her.
âFuck, yes, please, more!â
No longer having to fight gravity, the sound of her ass smacking against your drenched groin nearly overpowers the roar of the airplaneâs engines. âFuck, Taeyeon, Iâm so closeâŚâ
âGive it to me, give it to me! Fill me up to the brim, baby!â
You let out a final, warning grunt before exploding, your second load bursting inside herâa notably lesser load, but one that still sends Taeyeon into a moaning, squirming frenzy. By the time your orgasm subsides and you pull out of her, itâs like a dam burst; Taeyeonâs poor cunt barely had a few minutes in the last hour or so not being stretched open by your cock, and the rough shape of it can still be seen by how widely her labia is still parted. Out that hole, the combined cum of two orgasms, from both herself and from you, are gushing out, following the curve of her ass and down her leg. Somehow, Taeyeon doesnât seem to mind in the slightest and throws herself onto the bed.
âWhat do you want to watch, baby?â
How Taeyeon can switch from sexy seductress to adorable girlfriend is beyond you. All you can do is smile and join her in bed. âI donât know. Letâs take a look.â
Slowly, you started to notice a reduction in your workload, but it somehow didnât come with less time with Taeyeon. In fact, Taeyeonâs workload seemed to decrease along with yours, and when you asked her about this, she confirmed your suspicions: sheâs slowly offloading her duties and responsibilities to others so that she can focus on the baby that you finally managed to impregnate her with.
The dream didnât last long though; a few false positives from the past has taught you two to be cautious about your excitement, but when the two-week mark passed and everything seemed to be going well, you could feel Taeyeonâs excitement building and building, and you couldnât help but get infected with that same excitement. So, when news came a month later that the fetus suddenly, inexplicably died in the womb, Taeyeon was beyond devastated. It took Taeyeon a full three days to get back to work, which, for such a hard worker as her, was a long break. Between taking over some of her basic day-to-day duties in that down time and comforting her, your own hands were quite full those three days, but honestly, youâre thankful to finally be able to give back to Taeyeon.
Over the next few weeks, Taeyeon slowly got back on her feet, and after the third month passed, it was almost like nothing happened. Youâre sure you helped, but the timing couldnât be any more immaculate: or, perhaps, you could say that the news came at a terrible time. Taeyeon had been preparing to step down as CEO for a while, and move to a chairwoman position in her company, but there was one last thing she couldnât offload any work with: a merger with a smaller company, but still one that ate through a lot of her time and effort. In the final stretches of the process, after a stretch of one week without being able to come home, you decide to make a surprise visit to her office, to which she welcomes you with open arms. Open arms, or rather, parted lips.
âYes, fuck, I needed this so bad~â
Taeyeonâs hands are gripping the edges of her desk, holding on for dear life as you plow into her from behind. Your clothes are strewn haphazardly about the room, the door firmly locked and, without the threat of interruption, you feel free to use 100% of your efforts into alleviating all the pent-up stress the merger has caused Taeyeon.
The view from the front, of seeing her face twisting with pleasure as you slam into her; the view from the side, seeing her ample tits jiggling wildly with the force of your thrusts; the view from the back, the one youâre currently enjoying, watching her juicy romp rebounding with every pistoning motionâthere isnât a single view of Taeyeon that isnât immaculate.
âI missed you too.â
Taeyeon can barely hold it together, her entire body shaking in response to your vigorous movements, her legs only able to stay upright thanks to the support your own legs are giving them. The whirring of the air conditioning mixes in with the wet clapping of her ass against your crotch, and the cool air only serving to further stimulate the CEO, devoid of all clothing, being plowed from behind at her own desk.
âI-I, I love you so much, so much, baby.â
Taeyeon gave you only a minute after you arrived before jumping you. Honestly, this wasnât your plan in the slightest, but who are you to complain? When such a bombshell beauty is so horny for you that she physically cannot contain it, especially if that bombshell beauty happens to be your girlfriend of just about five years.
âI love you too, mommy.â
Although youâre fucking her from behind, it was clear from the moment she crashed her lips onto yours that she is the one in charge. And, of course, you donât mind. You also donât mind how readily she slipped into the roleplay, her first words to you after the kiss being, âMommy needs her babyâs cock, now.â
When sheâs submissive, you find yourself wanting to thoroughly fuck her and ruin her in every way imaginable; but when sheâs assertive, you find yourself instantly kneeling in obedience, worshipping the ground she walks on. Which leads you to this moment, where her pleas of, âfaster!â and âmore!â and âharder!â are instantly met with obedience. It isnât long before Taeyeon isnât able to maintain her grip of the desk any longer, so you take her arms and use them as handlebars to fuck her harder.
âGod, mommyâs cumming, mommyâs cumming!â
The office fills with the beautiful, ecstatic sounds of Taeyeonâs climatic screaming moans, and not shortly after, itâs joined by the sounds of your own moans as you imbed stream after stream of your seed straight into her womb.
âOh ⌠my godâŚâ
âDo you feel better now?â
Taeyeon nods, but when she turns around, itâs clear that this isnât over yet. âYou know what would make mommy feel better?â You shake your head. âFirst, in the second drawer from the top, thereâs a false bottom that you can bypass by pushing on the side.â You nod, and sure enough, the false bottom gives way. âYou see that plug?â Again, you nod, and take it out. It isnât the first time youâve done this, nor even the first time youâve done this in her office really, but what follows after she inserts it inside herself is a first. âYou know what else Iâve been thinking about recently?â
âHm? What?â
At this point, Taeyeon has directed you sit down in her chair. You obeyed, confused, and now that sheâs pushing you away from the desk and kneeling between your legs, you can start to see why. âMommy.â
âSorry. What have you been thinking about, mommy?â
Satisfied, Taeyeon smiles. âIâve been thinking about this for a while now, but itâs only this past week that I could get it out of my mind.â Youâre still recovering, but Taeyeon is certainly making the recovery process easier. âThat warm, thick, creamy cum that you always fill me with, thatâs inside me right now ⌠I want to taste it.â
At this point in your relationship, you figure nothing about Taeyeon can really surprise you. Youâve even talked about some of the deeper aspects of your relationship, such as why Taeyeon doesnât want to get married yet: her parents only stayed together because they had her, and eventually, their relationship healed to the point where they, now, are perfectly happy in their retirement. Itâs this experience that molded Taeyeonâs opinion of relationships: if she were to have a romantic partner, she wanted to only have one, and to ensure that, she wanted to have a child with that partner before getting marriage, as a sort of insurance.
Itâs why Taeyeon seemed so eager to bear your child recently, and why she became so utterly devastated when her first pregnancy ended the way it did. Many aspects of Taeyeon, you figure you already know, and every aspect of her, you cherish and love.
But this?
This is not something you expected.
âAre ⌠you sure?â
Taeyeon nods, eyes glimmering with excitement. âYes! Do you mind?â
âOfâOf course not, mommy!â
You have become so accustomed to releasing every load inside her wombâor at least, going into sex with the idea of that being your targetâthat even the thought of unloading anywhere else seems foreign. But, of course, over the years, your mind has drifted and fantasized, and youâre for the most part able to quash these fantasies pretty easily. After all, the price of being in a relationship with Taeyeon, and having somewhat frequent sex with her, is just that youâre only allowed to cum inside one of her holes? Itâs a trivially easy price to pay.
âOh, thank you, baby!â
That thought, of being able to unleash your first load deep inside her throat, combined with the kisses Taeyeon peppers all about your length, shortens your refractory period down to just about ten minutes. That feeling, of her soft, succulent lips pressing against your member, the audible smacking sound of the kiss as she presses her lips against it, the careful way in which she almost caresses your cock with her lips and her tongue sends you straight to cloud nine, and when she swallows your glans, youâre rocketed straight into outer space.
âFfuck, mommyâŚâ
It isnât often that Taeyeon gives you blowjobs, but sheâs done it enough that she can take your entire length in one go. She wastes no time, deepthroating you with all the enthusiasm the excited gleam in her eyes showed you, and all you can do is grip the armrests of the chair and buck your hips to the rhythm of her lips.
âFuck, oh my god, please, mommy, it feels so fucking amazingâŚâ
The feeling of her lips gliding up and down your shaft, her tongue caressing and massaging every square inch of your dick, all the while suffocating it with the sheer tightness of her throat quickly overwhelms your senses. This blowjobâthis deepthroating is unlike any Taeyeon has ever given you: sheâs more intense, she spends less time coming up for air, spitting on your cock, and rubbing it along your length with her hands, and without needing to care about your orgasm, she completely loses herself in it.
More and more intense, faster, harder, youâre losing your goddamn mind, Taeyeon slobbering all over your dick, the excess drool dripping down her chin and all over your thighs, but she somehow looks ten times sexier like that. Her normally slim face and sleek jawline are now noticeably bulging from your girth, her plump lips stretched wide across its circumference, her head bobbing up and down and her hair flying all over the place, chasing after the wild motions of the head itâs attached to.
âFuck, mommy, please, Iâm so closeâŚâ
Hearing this, Taeyeonâs eyes, which were previously glued to your lap, dart upwards, and she adjusts her position so that she can look you in the eye, full-on. Youâre unable to tear your eyes away, every bobbing motion of her head and every suction that hollows her cheeks pushing you further and higher untilâ
âMommy, Iâm cumming!â
Taeyeon doesnât break eye contact the entire length of your climax; itâs your second load of the session, so itâs not so much that she canât handle it, but her cheeks still noticeably bulge as her mouth fills with your semen.
Carefully, making sure she doesnât spill a single drop, Taeyeonâs lips come back up your length. In that moment, you, for a second marvel at the fact that your seed is now occupying two of Taeyeonâs holes, but that fact remains short lived as, shortly after, Taeyeonâs throat flexes and your fluids disappear down her gullet.
âMmmâŚâ
âSo, how was it?â
âI think I like it.â
The two of you didnât have much time to talk afterwards as she had a meeting to prepare for. Being someone who essentially knew everything Taeyeon did about the company, you figured you would sit in on the meeting in case she needed help with anything, but ended up being distracted with the thought that Taeyeon had yet to take the plug out yet, and was talking to her stockholders, present and future, with your cum still sloshing about inside her.
After the merger successfully resolved, Taeyeon stepped down as CEO and transitioned into a chairwoman position, as promised; and, with the increased amount of time on her and your hands, and with the memory of that fiasco in her office fresh in her mind, Taeyeon began proposing you to cum elsewhere quite frequently: a few more times in her mouth, but also on her ass, on her tits, smearing that tight little tummy of hers, splattering across her legs, and after a fair bit of experimentation, inside her ass.
The most memorable moment, by far, wasâ
âHow do I look?â
Taeyeon insisted your first load be across her chest; needless to say, Taeyeonâs boobs are as sexy as she is beautiful, so to see them smeared with your cum amplifies that tenfold.
âSo unbelievably fucking sexy.â
âI feel sexy too, so I was hopingâŚâ Taeyeon reaches into the nightstand next to the bed and procures a bottle of pills. ââŚthat you would help me feel even sexier.â
The pills turned out to be a performance enhancer mixed in something that helps increase ejaculation density. That night, the two of you went through all sorts of sex positions, every load being sprayed across a different part of her body: her stomach area followed a mixture of missionary and cowboy, then her face after a blowjob, then her back following doggy and her legs following prone-bone. Even with the drugs, you had to take considerable breaks in between sessions, especially at the tail-end; the end product was Taeyeon caked in a fine layer of your cum, smeared across just about every square inch of her body. When the two of you fell asleep, it was well past 5am, and the following morningârather, the following afternoon, being the time the two of you awokeâyou enjoyed a nice shower together.
That wasnât to say you stopped entirely in your baby making attempts. Far from it: now that Taeyeonâs workload decreased so severely, the two of you had much more time to fuckâthere even was a stretch of two weeks where you had sex every day, only paused by your need to rest and recover from all of the intense activity. None of it seemed to affect anything though: weekly pregnancy tests, all resulting in negatives or false positives; you can feel Taeyeon start to get impatient, not with her failure to get pregnant, but holding off marriage for so long.
By now, over half a decade together, you canât imagine life with another person. If, God forbid, the two of you ever broke up, you figure you would just stay single for the rest of your life; after all, how could you settle for any other woman after Taeyeon? It was clear that Taeyeon was hoping to get married around the time she stepped down as CEO, but now that a year passed since that day, Taeyeon began to talk to you, in more earnest, about getting married first.
So, about 7 years from the day you two solidified your relationship, you got married. It was a very small and private affair, consisting only of the immediate families of both parties, seven of Taeyeonâs closest friends, and the handful of friends that had never judged your relationship with Taeyeon after learning about it.
The sex following the wedding night was easily the most rambunctious the two of you have ever been, lasting well until the sun rose the next day, and during the honeymoon was ⌠a different kind of intense.
âMmm, that smells so good, honey.â
Taeyeon lets out a soft gasp upon feeling your erection pressing against her bare ass. âI had Andre teach me.â
It was a quaint, quiet, isolated destination, your and Taeyeonâs choice of honeymoon. The house was packed with enough food to feed a family of four for two weeks, probably, enough wine for a battalion for one nightâs celebrationâthe backup generators had backup generators, and there were at least five failsafe methods of communication in the worst case scenarios. The fact that you two donât require a single other person to live luxuriously in the sizable estate, and the fact that other people are forbidden to enter even the premises of the estate, serve the singular purpose of allowing both you and Taeyeon to follow one rather simple rule: no means of covering oneâs body is allowed except for an apron while cooking, gloves or other protective gear when handling hot surfaces or otherwise dangerous objects, or clothes if youâre, for whatever reason, expecting company.
Which explains this scenario, in which you are teasing at her hole as Taeyeon tries to focus on making brunch for the two of you.
âBaby, pleaseâŚâ
âYou should focus on the food, babe.â
âI canât ⌠I canât focus, your dick is driving me crazyâŚâ
âThen all the more reason why I shouldnât put it in, right? Because then, youâll be even more likely to burn the food.â
âJust ⌠babe, please, I need it so bad, justââ
âAre you gonna burn the food if I listen to you?â
âNo! Please, I promise, pleaseââ
You donât need to hear much more, and when you shove yourself inside her, Taeyeon lets out a loud yelp. âHmm, fuck, so hot and so tight, babyâŚâ
âFuck, oh my god, after all these years, it still feels like youâre stretching me out so much every timeâŚâ
Being near a hot stove, you canât be as relentless as you have been the last few days, but seeing her trying her best to focus on the food sheâs cooking while moaning and trying, but failing, to maintaining a steady hand, ending up sprinkling in a bit too much salt.
âBaby!â
âBut you wanted this, didnât you?â
âBut you donât have toâunng, fuck!â
You finish inside her, and shortly after, Taeyeon finishes her cookingâsome of it did, in fact, get slightly burned, but otherwise was great.
Taeyeon instigates nearly as much as you, thoughâlike, when you were napping on a lounge chair by the poolside, something only possible to do while naked in the winter because of the tropical climate of the destination, and awake to the feeling of Taeyeon climbing on top of you.
âTaeyeon?â
âI miss you.â
âHow long have I been napping here? An hour?â
Taeyeon pouts, and your heart completely melts at the sight. âThatâs an hour too long.â
âAww, poor baby.â You lean forward and plant a kiss on her lips, which instantly turns the pout into a smile. âIs that better?â
âMmhm. But, I could be even betterâŚâ
It turns out, having sex on a lounge chair isnât exactly the most comfortable thing, especially if youâre being as vigorous as you and Taeyeon are. You end up breaking it, so you finish inside the pool and then go back inside to do some coupleâs yoga in one of the estateâs living rooms.
In the two weeks that you two spend there, every room becomes witness to your hot, sweaty activitiesâin fact, you arenât even sure if the bedroom is where you and Taeyeon end up fucking the most. For the span of those two weeks, Taeyeon insisted on having every drop of cum being deposited inside her pussy, although you end up cheating a little and cumming a few times in her other two holes, once on her face, and once on her boobs after a mind-blowing blowjob mixed with a titjob.
And, it turns out, getting married is all it takesâeither that, or the two weeks of what essentially amounted to nonstop sexâfor Taeyeon to get pregnant. After various double and triple checks, her personal doctor is able to confirm it: finally, again, after all these years, Taeyeon is pregnant. You canât describe why exactly you feel this way, but thereâs something about thingsâhow much more solid your relationship with Taeyeon is, the fact that youâre married now, the significantly less stress Taeyeon deals with on a day-to-day basisâthat makes you feel confident that itâll work out this time.
âHave you thought of a name?â
âHmâŚâ
You laugh. âAfter all this time?â
âWell, I have thought of a name if itâs a girl.â
âHm? What is it, then?â
âHow does âMinjeongâ sound?â
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I am absolutely not afraid to admit that strong, muscle-bound women have the exact same effect on me as a laser pointer does on a cat. The second I catch sight of those sculpted arms or powerful thighs, itâs overâbrain fried, head snapping toward the source like Iâm hunting prey, heart hammering like I just heard a love confession in sapphic poetry form.
Like, maâam⌠please⌠please flex again. I swear itâs for science. For research. For the pursuit of knowledge. Maybe even for my own personal spiritual awakening.
And donât even get me started on when a buff girl picks up something heavy like itâs nothingâor worse, picks me up. At that point, Iâm done. Just take me, claim me, call me yours.
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How To Rizz Up A Scientist
Chapter 4: Epididymal Hypertension

Reader Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here
Word Count: 2,314
Warnings: NSFW! Male Masturbation. Mentions of Cum...Edging? PervertSenku's internal monologue. Sexting/Nudes.
Heâs a mess, that much he knows. His chest is heaving as he kneels over the floor- his mind is reeling at the reality of his actions. There are drops of his cum-spurts of it, dirtying the sterile floors of the lab- taunting him. Â
His body is trying to return to its homeostatic state. The sweat that clings to him in response to the heat that washed over him, his labored breathing in response to your touch.
His movements are slow as he distances himself from the mess he created. His back is slumped against the base of the counter, his head between his knees as you cloud his mind.
When heâs with you, heâs not ashamed of the part of himself that heâs been pushing down. Youâre the only person whoâs ever made him explore his sinful senses. Youâve ruined him for anyone else. Youâve ruined science in a way he never thought possible.
You were his sexual awakening.
Youâve caused him to lose his train of thought, derailing his rational thinking until the only thing left on the tracks is his obscure thoughts of you. He loves that about you, and he hates it. You put him in his place, reminding him of his bodyâs biology. He canât fight the science behind it. He canât fight the carnal desire that heâs been suppressing.
âYou want to study at my place?â his voice is croaky, the tips of his ears burn a bright red as he lifts his head to catch your eyes.
He can see the cogs turning in your head, your lips fighting back the smirk forming on your face. He knows you understand what he wants from the playful side-eye you send his way.
âYouâre not subtle, Senku.â An airy laugh follows your response, causing a rush of blood to Senkuâs face.
It doesnât make sense, itâs contradictory, he knows it. All the thoughts heâs had of you, all the things he did to the thought of you, and what he just did with you- theyâre vulgar.
Impure.
Promiscuous
Perverse.
Yet when he hears the words come out of your mouth, it causes him to short-circuit, despite it being his suggestionâhis idea.
Thinking it and hearing it come from your lips are two different things. Hearing it makes it real. It disrupts every system in his body, but heâs not embarrassed by it. Your words are a wake-up call to him- reminding him of his inexperience and exposing his vulnerability.
âYou want to fuck.â
The words slip out of your mouth effortlessly. There is no hesitation and no signs of shame for your lack of filter.
Itâs just nerves, the way his body reacts to your proximity. Theyâre sending signals to his brain, processing your movement, watching as you kneel before himâcrawling between the space of his knees. Itâs the release of hormones that allows you to do whatever you want with him; itâs the coding in his biological drive that heâs been suppressing for so long that urges and desires to be inside of you.
His heart is pounding as you inch closer to him. The palms of your hand resting on his shoulders as you press your chest against him. His eyes flutter at the feeling of your lips brushing against his.
âI wouldnât mind studying at your place,â
His hands grip your waist, and heâs fighting back the urge to pull you out of this lab without a second thought. He wouldnât care that heâd leave the lab a mess. It would make him a hypocrite, considering the numerous times he had reprimanded other students for not placing the equipment in the correct compartments or storing dirty equipment. He doesnât care; the others would understand if they were in his shoes.
âBut maybe next time.â
Your words snap him out of his dazed state. His eyes meet the sadistic look in yours.
âWhat, why?â The words come tumbling out of his mouth.
âYou know why.â You retort. He can see the mood in your expression grow irritated. âMaybe I wouldâve had time to fuck you, if you didnât stand me up.â
âWe can do it here.â The words spill out of his lips without a thought. His thoughts bounce around in his mind like molecules in a gaseous state. Heâs not thinking about the meaning of your words, nor getting the hint that you wanted an apology.
âNope.â
You pull away from Senkuâs grasp, reminding him of the power imbalance between the two you. Senku is still slumped on the ground, looking up at you and your every move. Silently praying to whatever God that comes to mind, that you would be merciful and stop the pleasant but traitorous hormones coursing through his body.
âThink of this as your punishment.â
Senku is burying himself in work, trying his hardest to forget about you, but science and you coexist in his mind. Youâve integrated and tainted science with your presence.
Even as he tries to work on a research paper, his mind always returns to you. Itâs been hours since he saw you. Hours since you granted him the pleasure of your hand, and within the same hour, awarded him the worst case epididymal hypertension in medical history.
He doesnât want to think about it anymore, so instead, he spends his time rapidly typing away, citing an article on polymers, until the sound of a notification pings and slides into the bottom corner of his screen, causing him to lose his train of thought.
Itâs an email from Xeno.
 Just as he is about to open the email, curious if his mentor has any feedback on the work he sent him a while back, he receives another notification. He expects the notification to appear on his monitor, but it doesnât. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices that his phone has lit up, providing another light source in the darkness of his room.
He doesnât think much about it. Likely a notification from an app, so he ignores it.
Heâs about to open and answer the email from Xeno when his phone pings again â and again. He sighs as he reaches for his phone and opens the notification.
âNew phone, who this?â
A message immediately followed by,
âJust kidding! Itâs me!â
The messages felt cryptic, confusing, and increasingly frustrating until he opened the third messageâan image. Itâs a poorly taken photo; the lighting was dim, the photo grainy and blurry, but even so, he could tell it was you. He could only make out a small portion of you, the top of your head and eyes. The angle at which you took the photo reminded him of when elderly people have the camera facing the wrong way.
He canât stop the smile creeping onto his face.
âHow did you get my number?â
He sees the chat bubbles appear for a few seconds until a message appears, a string of them one after the other.
âI bumped into your friend Taiju!
âTold him I needed help with an assignment, and he gave me your numberâ
âHowâs your punishment going?'
His thumbs hover over the keyboard on his screen, and he doesnât know how to respond.
âHave you been thinking of me?â
Knowing youâll feed into the bait, he quickly responds.
             ânoâ
Your response was instant, like you knew his answer before you even asked.
âliar'
He watches the chat bubbles appear again and disappear. A minute passes before he sees them emerge again, followed by another string of messages.
âhelp meâ
It causes him to panic, thinking the worst, until he receives another message immediately afterward.
âwith my assignmentâ
He opens the image you sent him, ready to help. He expects a physics problem, maybe even a chemical mechanism, but itâs not. The picture you sent is enough for him to drop his phone, loudly banging against his desk before falling to the floor. He breathes heavily, his head tilted toward the ceiling, as his mind struggles to catch up to the image you sent.
Youâre going to be the death of him. You are going to give him a heart attack from the number of times you cause his heart to beat irregularly.
His hand moves instinctively, acting on muscle memory and responding to the surge of hormones. His fingers are pulling the zipper of his trousers down. He reaches for his phone, the picture staring right back at him.
Itâs not like the last photo you sent him. It wasnât grainy or blurred. It was clear and focused. The lighting wasnât as dim before; thereâs more lighting, enough so he can see you.
It doesnât take a genius to realize that this photo was catered to him. Itâs as if you had access to his dreams. His heart races, his mouth dry as he engraves the image into his memory. The shy smile did little to hide the mischief in your eyes. It did little to soften the indecency. Â
He doesnât hold back, especially when you are wearing nothing but a lab coat, posed on your bed, holding the phone above your head. The way you posed was deliberate; the lab coat was unbuttoned and draped over your body, showing him the skin of your torso and the valley between your breasts. However, you were calculative- he knows it. You are only showing enough to fuel his imagination.
He doesnât text back, even though he knows he should. He should tell you that you sent the wrong image, but he doesnât. He wishes he could help you, but heâs too busy helping himself.
Heâs stroking himself, his mind running vivid scenarios involving you and the damn lab coat. Heâs imagining you bent over in the lab wearing his lab coat, so his name would be embroidered right above your chest.
Heâs a degenerate, there was no denying it, jerking off in the middle of the night to your photo. Hunched over his desk in the dark, staring at his phone, slickness and breathy moans echo in his room.
His mind recalls moments with you, adding to the newly acquired information, forcing him to remember the sensation of you pressing against him, grinding your hips into him. The feeling of your skin being groped by his hands, the sensation of his fingers pushing into your thighs.
His memory is impeccable, he knows the sound of your breaths, gasps, and whines to heart. Then thereâs the nerd side to him, mixed with the perverted side to him. Imagining things that no one has yet to imagine- a string of words- sentences that havenât been uttered. He can almost hear you say, âDo you want to fill my orbital?â
Heâs edging near the release, his strokes are sloppier, and his grip is weakening. He almost misses the sound of the notification, nearly lost under the chants and pants of your name.
âOops, wrong photo! Sorry <3 â
He hears his phone going off again, and the banner of a new message appears on the top of his screen. He swipes it away. He canât be bothered to look at the homework assignment, not yet, at least. Heâll help you when heâs done. He canât have any distractions as he is near the brink of coming. Â
His phone pings again, but he ignores it. His head is resting against his desk, choking on his breath, raspy and breathy moans spill from his lips, eye closed shut at the feeling of his cum trickling onto his fingers, dripping down the base and dirtying his clothes.
His cheek rests against his wooden desk, and he pants heavily as the aftershocks of his post-nut clarity wash over him. He can feel his eyes getting heavy; the lack of sleep and the release of oxytocin catch up to him until the sound of another message perks him right up.
Heâs too bothered to move; his hand is tapping around the desk, blindly searching for his phone. Heâs hoping the assignment is easy enough to solve in his head. Heâd give you the answers and call it a nightâthat was the plan. But as his eyes scan the message, he feels his heart sink.
âYou didnât last this long with me.â
He sits up immediately, digging through the messages like a timed quiz. He glances at the timestamp of the first image attachment you sent, 12:23 AM, and then at the time displayed on the corner of his phone, 12:42 AM. He left you on read for 19 minutes. Frantically, he types away on his phone, sending you the first excuse that comes to mind.
âIâm solving the problemâ
He sees the words under his message go from Sent to Read almost immediately. Heâs holding his breath as he sees the chat bubbles appear.
âAh, silly me, I sent the wrong attachment again!â
His fingers hover over the second photo, nervously anticipating his death. He canât leave you on read too long again; he clicks on the second attachment that was supposed to be the homework problem and realizes itâs another lewd photoâŚa different position.
He sees the chat bubbles on his screen, and he dreads what you will say.
âWhat problem were you solving?â
The problem between his legsâŚ.
Itâs temptingâhe wants to play along with your antics and level the playing field. His fingers hover over the camera app, and his brain racks over the idea of sending you the mess youâve made of himâhe decides against it.
Instead, he sends you a different image, nothing like what you sent, but he knows it will drive you crazy. Itâs petty, heâs aware, but you were the one who started it.
The chat bubbles appear, then disappear; he waits for your response.
âyouâre stupidâŚâ
He sent you a still image of a loading screen.
âI knowâ
A/n: Sorry for making you wait so long! And sorry for edging y'all again...đ¤
The next chapter will be the last one! You know what that means! đđ
Might be a good minute before the next chapter, my classes are picking up in intensity and Iâm trying to lock in đŤŠ
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â File contents - Sebastian Solace x Reader ( 1.3k )
â Examination Results - Sebastian can't handle company, the very thought of another's affection or gaze upon him could make him throw up. So he takes it out on you, by mistake.
â Research Gathered - Angst, Yelling and arguments, Unrequited ( suggested requited ) love, Mentions of his experiments + transformation, Mentions of death, Sebastian can't open up â˘.
What did it mean to be loved? What did it mean to love?
Was the dull ache at the bottom of his heart - muffled by mutations and a scarring of who he once was. The tales of his childhood, the sounds of a youth he could never return to. Was that what he longed for? What he dreamt of?
Sebastian didn't dream, he didn't recall the last restful night. Memories stirred between azure eyes, eyes that weren't his own. Nightmares seemed a too gentle term to refer, and terrors wouldn't fully commit to the sickness he felt upon awakening.
The night was the same as any other, having passed out by his desk - having never remembered otherwise. Awoken by the sounds of screaming, echoes of his own against those cold damp facility walls. Never a current sound, always a reminiscent of what had happened to get him into this mess. Always.
Had he remembered to take melatonin from the many drawers that littered the science departments, had he bothered to look at all. The feeling of being lulled, forced, to sleep against his will by medication was not something he happened to be fond of. Not at all.
Running a hand through charcoal locks, hearing the footsteps of an expendable from the outer corridors. Not a moment of rest down here, none were allowed. Had you taken time to rest, you'd have to be risking your life. Urbanshade didn't seem too fond of waiting longer then 5 minutes for their prisoners to move, he'd crossed enough corpses and brain paintings to know.
Awfully so, a facility so willing to kill upon the smallest disturbance.
The expendable crawled through the vent, standing unproud with a ripped wetsuit and cracked mask. Lucky your oxygen tank hadn't been chipped, this whole place was filled with water. He smiles, clasping his hands together and gesturing vaguely to the items that adorned his scales.
"Welcome back .. You already know how this goes, hm?"
He'd recognised you. The one who cannot stay gone - a dead man walking as much as he is. Both of you didn't expire when you were supposed to, and for that you suffer in agony every day.
You nodded, wordlessly walking over to pick up a medkit. He'd noticed a few scratches, a limp on your left leg. Perhaps you'd twisted your ankle, there was enough to run from down here. Enough exercise to be had. They could open a gym, it might be a worthy investment. Rather then experimenting, try new yoga...
"How much?" You look up, and he returns the gaze. Thinking for just a moment, enough to act like he hasn't spent the hours and months down here memorising and practicing the exact amounts of data hed request for each thing he scavenged.
"200. No discount services, never have been. You've been here before, haven't you?" His voice is louder then he remembered. After so long without speaking, he'd forgotten how different the services Urbanshade had cost him from who he was.
You nod, opening the box and immediately giving yourself time to tend to your injuries. wrapping it around a wrist, a leg, anyplace with the crimson bleed that ached to be seen. Sebastian didn't mind the company, but the feeling of nausea that came across his chest the longer you remained was hard to ignore.
"Sebastian," A voice, your voice, brings him back for just a moment. You notice the look in his eyes, and he stirrs where he's stationed for just a moment. "You can talk to me, you know? We're friends, aren't we?"
Friends. Was this a comedy setup?
Sebastian's jaw ached for a moment, letting out an exhale as he remembered the bleeding of his teeth upon his own gums. Whilst biting his tongue and gritting his teeth used to work - it happened to be much more painful after the experiments took place. Unfortunate, but with his humanity stripped away, some sass as a defence wouldn't hurt him as much.
"I don't talk, not to you." He responded bitterly, as if he was straining his voice to keep himself in check. "You remember where you're standing." A huff blew some of the locks out from his face. He didn't see you as any worth, the data you served him so happily was enough to satisfy, however the company wasn't something he was interested in.
"It's nice to open up," You begin, "I know where i'm stood, and I don't mind sitting to be here for you. You're a great guy, honestly, and you need a shoulder to cry on like any other person."
He feels his restraint snap, just a moment. A resistance of a rubber band that had been stretched by a child that moment too far - flicking it at somebody else wasn't enough.
"Don't you fucking dare to call me that." He retorted, his voice echoing off the walls. Sebastian swore he could hear those screams again, of a 19 year old with a life ahead of them. A good person? Were you serious? Were you blind?
A man framed of 9 murders, a man who turned it to 50. How to live with the guilt he was what they made him out to be. A living weapon, with a maw for shredding and tearing, and a claw meant to slide across a throat like butter. To look in a puddle of his self reflection and call himself good? He might as well have let the side effects take him.
You'd flinched, he had noticed, but he hadn't cared. He wanted to make himself clear, for the first time in a long time, to be heard. If you were an unfortunate soul who'd be the one to take his frustrations like a sponge, then he can be the ocean to accompany.
"I'm just trying to help!" You state, he growls. Every bone in his body wanted him to lunge, to rip you apart. The human heart caged beneath the ribs that told him to stop, that ached to be sensitive and free. The DNA that told him to attack, to prowl.
His body was at a war with itself, to tear itself apart. He would never have won.
"I don't need anybodies help!" He yelled, the fins in place of his ears were pinned firmly to the sides of his head. You'd shook your head, and he noticed the reflex that had made you take a step back. You were scared of him. Of the monster before you - had you only just realised he was a predator? He was not ever your friend.
"Please-! I love you-!" The words burst through your lips as the same as sebastians breathing worsens. He can't handle it, it's too much. The sickness of bile in his throat, the acid that threatened to release itself. He wasn't lovable, there was nothing to be adored or admired. You were lying to him, you were pitying him.
"Get out!" There's defiance, the rejection to your words. His body ached, his heart hurt. To be loved was a curse, to love was an unknown. With his breathing heavy, a loud crash as he slammed the vent cover back after you'd scrambled out. He could never be in control of a body that wasn't his to begin with.
Sebastian clutched the sides of his head, the serpentine tail curling around his helpless body. The unfamiliar limbs that tore his soul apart. He could never let himself. He could never see himself ever again.
He hated what it meant to be loved. He hated to be seen, to be known. He hated what they'd done to him, what had become of him. To be loved was to be lied to - to love was to deceive.
Seabstian could apologise later. But he hoped you'd never return. He didn't deserve to await you.
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A list of some of my sylvari headcanons and interpretations of canon, but delivered in extreme hodgepodge style:
- they have human-analogous internal anatomy, meaning that they are plant matter mimicking animal functionalities, inside and out. This is further supported by Mordrem possessing specialized organs such as brains or kidneys (Mordrem Researcher quests) Since the Pale Tree grew on the graves of Ronan's family, she grew her roots into what remained of the bodies, taking nutrients while also learning their anatomy and establishing a scaffolding for the future sylvari. You know how if you bury a body under a tree and later dig up the soil, the roots are shaped like a human? Something similar happened here.
As such, sylvari hardwood skeletal systems are very accurate copies of human skeletons, but soft tissues are more their own thing due to the Pale Tree having less of an accurate frame of reference (since the bodies would have begun to rot) and going with a mix of her knowledge of human anatomy and "instinctive" Mordrem anatomy.
- The wiki states they don't have hearts and a pulse, but relying on purely osmotic gradients for circulation in an ambulatory creature that is stated to have high energy needs and therefore is even unable to rely solely on photosynthesis and other typical plant processes seems implausible, so I changed it to give them some sort of pump organ, positioned more or less in the center of the chest.
- The sylvari don't really have names for their own organs, so they approximate using human vocabulary.
- Sylvari tend to sleep deeper, but can train themselves to have a lighter sleep if required (such as, in dangerous field jobs.) The extra deep sleep sometimes causes nearby sylvari to synchronize their dreams and even "meet" in a hazy dreamscape, a faint remnant of the actual Dream.
- Sylvari sap does not contain platelets, but injury stimulates phloem cells and/or skin cells to swell and constrict, then release a substrate which reacts with certain substances contained within the sap to create a clot-like resin.
- Given enough time, sylvari resin exposed to outside conditions could potentially turn into amber?
- The fact sylvari breathe with their lungs (since they are unable to rely solely on diffusion) implies they possess blood cells and some sort of chromoprotein to carry oxygen? Further supported by the existence of the Mordrem Spleen. Alternatively, they utilize natural magic to speed up diffusion..?
- Sylvari most likely do not possess adaptive immune systems and rely on innate tissue-level strategies to fend off pathogens, like other plants.
- Sylvari awaken with shaper magic, as in the ability to magically and empathically influence other plants. Some specialized Shapers train this ability to use in plant sculpting and architecture, and creating various purposed species such as turret plants. Wardens find it useful to train themselves to read and use other plants as early warning signs for incoming danger. Very rarely, certain sylvari, particularly necromancers, can awaken with little to no shaper magic.
Shaper abilities can be used to alter one's own body, to the point of completely changing one's appearance and even gender if desired, though such a process takes some time. (Perhaps months?)
- Mordremoth, possessing vast amounts of control over plant shaping, can rearrange a sylvari body completely in a matter of hours to days.
- Considering real-life plants rely predominantly on hydraulics rather than electric signaling, logic-ing out an internally consistent and plausible anatomy for ambulatory plants is very difficult (impossible?) thus sylvari must at least possess predominantly electric pathways, essentially mimicking a human nervous system. Many processes would also likely require "it's magic" as an explanation, which makes sense if we consider they are dragon minions, which were probably originally meant to help process and store magic energy at least to some degree.
- Science of sapient walking plants, what the fuck.
- Thank you Tree Mom đ
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Venom in the veins đ¸ď¸
Spider!Ellie x Fem Villain reader
⌠Synopsis: When trust is broken, and alliances shift. Your local friendly neighborhood spiderwoman! is forced to choose between her love and loyalty!
⌠Warnings: enemies to lovers to enemies..? Angst, violence, death/grief , language, romantic tension, familial issues. 5k words.
A/n: thank you to @s0phi3w4lt3n , because their lovely brain is helping make this possible. This is chapters 1-2. (3-7 will be separate posts!) + Ellieâs suit desc is based off this beautiful art!
October 5th
I guess I finally understand what it means to wear the weight of something bigger than yourself.
Nobody tells you how lonely this gets. They say itâs a responsibility. A privilege. But nobody warns you about the nights when your bodyâs so sore you canât move, or when you have to smile at people who would hate you if they knew the whole truth.
And the worst part? I shouldâve seen it coming.
I shouldâve known the second I woke up with a spider bite the size of a penny and a bad feeling in my gut.
But I was just a dumb kid clinging to Joelâs leg in the ER, sure I was about to drop deadâŚ
Being a hero wasnât as simple as they made it look in the comics she read. It wasnât just about the maskâit was about juggling the power, the responsibility, and the weight of knowing that, at any moment, everything could come crashing down.
And in the end? It was always a game of masks. Whoâs hiding behind them, and whoâs fooling who?
Ellie wasnât the best at keeping secrets.
Especially not when she had a spider bite the , wrapped in white gauze and held together with SpongeBob bandages that did little to ease her nerves. Her pain tolerance wasnât exactly low, but werenât black widows deadly? She could still feel the long-gone venom burning in her bloodstreamâor maybe she just thought she did.
âJoel, Iâm too young to die!â A younger Ellie whined, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to his leg.
âYou arenât dying. They said youâll be sore at most.â He sighed, patting her head.
âDramaticâ wasnât the word heâd use to describe the distraught figure clinging to him like she truly believed her life depended on it. Eleanor âEllieâ Anna Williams, at the ripe age of twelve, gave her adoptive father more wrinkles than he could count.
This time, it wasnât a scraped knee from wobbly attempts at skateboarding, or a burn on her forearm from trying to make him breakfast. It was a spider bite. She didnât get a good look when she flung her head after the sting set in, but she was almost certain what that eight-legged creature was that had crept onto her hand while she doodled on her notebook in science class.
She rambled about it the whole way from the schoolâs nursing office to the emergency room. Not even the radio could drown out the frantic girl, who loved all things natureâas long as it wasnât trying to kill her. Sheâd just learned to use a training bra. She couldnât die now.
âIâm not?â she said, her green watery eyes looking up at him.
âNo. Werenât you listening to what the nice lady said? The one in blue scrubs?â
To be honest, she wasnât. However, she did remember the woman he was referring toâand the way she made her heart race. Even now, as a young adult, Ellie would bring her up when questioned about her gay awakening.
âYouâre goinâ to be fine kiddoâ He bent down to her level, his Texan accent dragging out his ânâs.
Comforting her had become something Joel mastered over the years. Trying to navigate Ellieâs spectrum between smart mouth and nervous breakdowns wasnât easy for a man in his early thirties. But heâd found a way to wedge himself somewhere right in the middleâright where she needed him.
If there was one thing Ellie learned quickly, it was that Joel knew best. With legs full of scars and scrapes and a pair of worn-out Converse that Joel begged her to throw away, Eleanorâwho preferred just âEllieââskated into her high school years.
Going from Little Orphan Annie, which she hated when assholes at school called her that, to your average teenager in the big city of Seattle, everything was completely normal.
Except it wasnât. At all.
In fact, nothing about Ellie was normal. But the unusual started smallâextremely smallâand Ellie didnât know any better. At first, she thought it was just the weed she smoked with Jesse still messing with her system.
Because ever since that fateful day in seventh grade, weird, borderline supernatural things had started happening.
She couldnât tell you exactly how it all startedâat least, not without cringing through the many, many journals she kept as a teenagerâbut somewhere in the mess of scribbled notes and half-finished sketches, there was an entry about a joke gone wrong.
One night, on a dare to see how long she could hold a handstand, Ellie found herself upside downâonly she wasnât just balancing. She was walking. On her ceiling.
The next morning, she convinced herself it was just some weird, half-awake dream. But when she tried it againâyeah, no. She wasnât dreaming.
âHoly shit!â she blurted out, stumbling back to the ground.
âLanguage!â Joelâs voice rang out from the living room, blissfully unaware of the very sticky situation unfolding just a few feet away.
Ellie swallowed, staring at her feet. âHoly shitâŚâ she whispered again, this time to herself.
For a while, she tried to ignore it. Between figuring out her sexuality and preparing for an upcoming science fair, she had enough on her plate. So when weird things happenedâlike catching something mid-fall way too fast or feeling vibrations through the wallsâshe brushed it off.
But the signs were getting harder to ignore. Especially when she asked Riley if she could hear that soundâ
âand Riley just stared at her.
âHear what?â Riley asked, setting up their volcano project.
âThatââ Ellie waved her hand vaguely. âYou seriously donât hear it?â
Riley squinted. âWilliams, I love you, but you have absolutely lost it.â
Ellie wouldâve argued back, but the sound was coming from three tables down.
âBooger-eater James?â Riley snorted, nodding toward the kid hunched over a glass box of spiders. Not sure how that was science experiment. âHeâs just standing there. With his creepy crawlers. I pray for him once we hit eleventh gradeâheâs never getting a girlfriend.â
Panic set inâsudden and overwhelmingâas her mind spiraled. Was this some weird side effect of the bite? Or was it something worse? She thought about her biological family, about the things she didnât know, about the one thing she did worry about when it came to her health.
These were crazy person signs, right? Or worseâcrazy person genes running through her blood. Torn between telling a school counselor or just locking herself in the bathroom to cry, Ellie excused herself from Riley and approached the table. But the closer she got, the louder the sound became. A crawling, chittering hum that made her stomach flip.
There was no way she was communicating with something that had more than two eyes and eight legs. An arachnid, for crying out loud.
Donât get her wrong, Ellie loved science. But people who claimed this kind of stuff? They got laughed out of programs. Stripped of titles, accreditations. Blacklisted. Snow White talking to animals was one thing. A teenage girl talking to spiders? That was an entirely different planet.
But the more she thought about it⌠the more it made sense.
The heightened senses. The weird reflexes. And that bite markâthe one she was so sure would scar? It was completely gone the next morning when her bandage fell off in the shower.
What started as a sneaking suspicion was quickly turning into a daunting realization.
Ellie tried to ignore it. She really, really did.
For the next few weeks, she chalked it up to stress, exhaustion, anything that made more sense than the alternative. But the signs werenât stopping. If anything, they were getting worse.
The way her body moved before she even had time to think. The way she could feel things that werenât thereâlike the vibrations of footsteps before someone entered a room. The way her grip had changedâhow she accidentally shattered a glass one night at dinner, how the basketball stuck to her hand a second too long in gym class.
She stopped journaling about it. She stopped mentioning it to Riley. But she couldnât stop thinking about it. this was so , so much worse than the time she wasnât allowed to leave the dinner table until she finished her brussels sprouts.
And that was how she found herself standing in front of her bedroom window one night, hoodie zipped up, black Converse laced tight.
Sneaking out wasnât new to her. Sheâd done it before. Skating out to meet Jesse, tagging walls in alleyways. But this?
This wasnât just sneaking out.
That night, she got her first real taste of herself without the skintight suit she now wears like a badge.
Little did she know at the time, how important that near miss would be.
âGlad nobody saw that.â An embarrassed Ellie giggled to herself, standing to her feet after stumbling for the hundredth time.
Parkour always seemed a little odd to herâshe preferred her guitar or a late-night reading session, but those seemed to lay still on her bookshelf nowadays. I mean, who wanted to potentially hurt themselves running along buildings, jumping from concrete to concrete, brick to brick? Short answer: she did.
Long answer: the stairwell right behind her apartment building, leading to the cityâs rooftops. Marianoâs, her favorite pizza joint that always closed way too early in her opinion, the old library that closed down only to be replaced a few doors down, and the laundromat. Dusting off her jeans, sheâd do this for what felt like hours.
The back and forth would make normal civilians sickâfeet swollen to hell. But for Ellie, after a fight with Joel about curfew or an unnecessarily long school day, as soon as the sun set, this was her heaven.
She wasnât normal. Sheâd established that a long time ago. But itâs not like she could exactly tell people she could do these kinds of things. Theyâd look at her the way Riley did. A FYI, she was so right about Jamesâafter graduation, he still never got a girlfriend.
Ellie, on the other hand, had quite a few up until graduation.
A shared kiss with Riley, a faded stick-and-poke cat the girl in her art class gave her, and her unforgettable first time with the first girl she could truly say she loved: Dina.
To say âfair shareâ was a bit of an understatement. It was more about quality than quantity. Her building real connections, some still lingering around. Some took the high road, choosing to stay the bitter ex. But Ellie didnât see it like that. She appreciated the good and the bad, even if she did have to get a real tattoo over that stick-and-poke cat.
But times like these, where she let her feet carry her across the city, were when she was allowed to forget about all that, leave it in the past where it belonged, and focus on the future. But even with her tassel turned, she always found herself in that alleyway, climbing up that same fire escape to get to the roof.
The city lights below flickered like distant stars. So many people, but none of them knew her name. Maybe that was for the best. In this city, the only person Ellie needed to be was herself.
The wind against her skin felt sharper tonight, like she could almost taste the cityâs pulse. A distant car honked, but she didnât hear it the same way anymore. It was all part of the rhythm, the energy that seemed to flow through her, the way the rooftops called her to them.
For now, the rooftops were hers. But she knew, deep down, that wouldnât last forever. Heroes, villainsâone day, someone would come looking for her. And maybe that wasnât such a bad thing. Maybe.
Freshly graduated, Ellie was hanging out with friends at her favorite pizza joint, the smell of pepperoni filling the air, and the sound of laughter ringing in her ears. It was one of those normal, relaxed nights. nothing out of the ordinary. Or at least, it didnât seem that way at first.
But when a hooded figure paced back and forth in front of their table for the fourth time, Ellie couldnât help but feel a cold chill run down her spine. Her green eyes snapped to the sound, hands slowly lowering the slice of pizza sheâd been about to take a bite of.
âThat young man stole my purse!â A womanâs voice broke through the hum of the restaurant, her trembling hands pointing toward the culprit.
Ellieâs green gaze snapped to the man now hurrying down the sidewalk, his steps quick, his movements too frantic. The adrenaline surged through her as she pushed her chair back and stood, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the glass door. She didnât wear her mask yet, but the sensation of needing to act was unmistakable.
She couldnât just let it go.
The man was fast, but he wasnât fast enough. Ellie darted into the street, weaving between pedestrians like a blur, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the cityâs noise. When she reached him, she tackled him with everything she had, the force knocking the purse out of his hand and sending him stumbling backward.
He didnât stick around to fight back. In a flash, he bolted, disappearing into the shadows before Ellie could react.
She stood there, chest heaving as she clutched the purse in her hands. The woman, now catching up to her, approached with wide eyes.
âYou got it back!â The woman gasped, her voice thick with relief.
Ellie smiled awkwardly, handing the purse back to her. âI⌠I guess I did.â Heart still racing.
Before she could say more, the woman pulled her into a tight hug. Ellie froze, not knowing what to do. She had no idea this small act of kindness would cause a strange warmth to spread through her chest.
âThank you,â the woman whispered. âI donât know what I wouldâve doneâŚâ
Ellie gently pulled back, her heart still racing. She was pretty sure she was just a regular girl, with no superpowers or any big secret to her name. But in that moment, the feeling of doing the right thingâof helping someone in needâfelt bigger than anything sheâd ever experienced. Maybe she was crazy. But a little bit of crazy could do good.
And Ellie? She loved justice.
âBullshit. No way you tackled him like that.â Abbyâs voice rang out, interrupting Ellieâs storytelling.
âAlright, maybe I exaggerated a little bit, but Iâm telling you, I kicked ass.â Ellie laughed, holding the door open for the tall blonde.
âUh huh. Sure, Williams.â Abby huffed, walking past her into the bookstore. The familiar chime of the doorbell rang out above them, a small sound that felt like a second home.
Ellie inhaled deeply, taking in the comforting smell of ink and crisp pages being turned. She loved it here, more than the silly pictures of cats online, which, in the Williams world, meant a lot.
Abby, tall and always a step ahead in the teasing department, fell into step beside her. One of the few friends Ellie could confide in. Even if that came with endless ribbing. Ellie could admit that sheâd told the âfirst saveâ story a million times, but it was one of the few she could tell without giving herself awayâwithout breaking her promise. The promise she made to herself when she officially earned her title as âhero.â
But here, in the bookstore, she could nerd out all she wanted. No secrets to hide, no need to pretend. She could throw in the subtle bragging without fear of it getting back to the wrong people.
Ellie wasnât a huge talker. She preferred humming to herself or getting lost in her own thoughts. As she scrolled past the comic book section, her fingers brushing against the glossy covers of vibrant colors and bubble letters, she was suddenly back in time. A place of nostalgia. Staying up way past her bedtime, reading comics under the covers with a trusty red flashlight.
When the small tv in the corner of the store caught her attention. A new report, crime in the cityâs streets. detailing the latest wave of crime sweeping through the city. From petty purse snatching to stolen identitiesâand sometimes, even lives. It was all too familiar.
âThis just in: Another robbery in the cityâs streets. Police are still on the lookout for the suspect,â the newscaster announced.
She hated it, the fear in peopleâs eyes. The feeling of a warm blanket being ripped off all because a few people probably werenât hugged enough as kids. If anybody knew a rough childhood, it was Ellie, and what she didnât do was use that and take it out on the world. The last thing she expected years from this moment is trying to be understanding with the one who did.
If anyone knew a rough childhood, it was Ellie. But she didnât use that as an excuse to lash out at the world.
In fact, the last thing she ever expected, years from this moment, was to try and understand the person behind the violence.
âJesus, this cityâs falling apart,â Abby muttered, her eyes still glued to the screen. âWhere are the cops when you need them?â
It made her sick. The injustice. The feeling of helplessness.
âSometimes, people just need to learn the world doesnât owe them anything,â
Abby looked over at her, but Ellie kept her eyes on the chaos. The sirens were already wailing in the distance, but theyâd never get there in timeânot when the damage had already been done. And when the cops finally showed up. Just yellow police, tape and tears.
âScary, huh?â Abby said, standing beside her, arms crossed. She shot a glance at the scene before turning back to Ellie. âWhere are the cops when you need them?â
Ellie scoffed, rolling her eyes. âYeah, they always show up too late. After the damageâs already done. Itâs like they just donât care enough to stop it before it gets out of hand. Makes you wonder if anyoneâs actually doing anything about it.â
Abby sighed in agreement. âSomeone should.â
Ellieâs mind wandered then, as it often did in moments like this. Sheâd seen it all too many timesâthe heroes who talked big but never seemed to get things done. But the ones who really caught her attention were the ones who operated in the shadows. The ones who didnât care about fame or recognition.
Her thoughts drifted to The Phantomâa mysterious figure whoâd been cleaning up the streets for years. Nobody knew their true identity, and that was the way they liked it. No flashy costumes, no headlines, just quiet, effective justice. They worked in the shadows, out of sight, but the results spoke for themselves.
âMaybe someone like that could show up,â Ellie murmured. âSomeone who teaches people the lesson that their actions have consequences. Not just words, but real, lasting consequences.â
Abby raised an eyebrow, casting her a sideways glance. âWait, are you seriously saying youâd want to be like them? A shadowy figure, handing out justice however you see fit?â
âMaybe. I mean, someone has to.â
And someone did. She did, she had to. things quickly escalated from saving purses to kittens out of trees you name it Ellie was there.
So what about the fabric hung deep in her closet. The one she mentions hundreds of times in her journals throughout the years.
Well, It wasnât like she had a fancy suit. No, Ellie had to make do. Her costume came from a combination of chance and necessity. Absolutely one of those âit just happenedâ moments that ended up being so much more.
It started with a hand-me-down.
After one night where she barely managed to escape with a bruised arm and a scraped knee, Ellie found herself on the edge of the city. In a forgotten corner of a local alley, tucked behind an old, unused storage unit, Ellie found a discarded suit. It was a mix of gray, black, and green fabricâmore rugged than sleek, a little worn out, but something about it screamed potential. Her hand reached out for it, like she could feel the joy sheâd bring with it on her skin.
fit like a second skin. It didnât stand out too much, which was good; Ellie didnât want to draw attention, not yet. The colors worked tooâgray for blending in, black for stealth, and green because⌠well, why not? It matched her eyes.
One afternoon, Ellie had found herself standing outside a local store, looking out over the city, when a voice caught her attention. It was a soft voice, one that belonged to a little girl.
âHowâd you get up there? You move like a spider.â
Ellie smiled beneath her mask, thinking about the first time she made the jump to scale a building. She was very clumsy, but sheâd learned quickly. It was funny, she hadnât really thought much about it until now. A spider⌠Thatâs what had started this whole thing.
The bite she thought would kill her.
âWhatâs your name, hero?â the little girl asked, her wide eyes.
Ellie hesitated. A name?⌠A spider? This was a loaded question. But Thatâs what they called her, wasnât it? She was just some kid trying to do right by the world.
âSpider⌠uh⌠girl⌠woman!â She blurted out, almost embarrassed. Hoping it sounded cool, so in the moment, she went with it.
âSpider Woman. Yeah, thatâs it.â
She didnât mind the title. It was fitting, simple.
Spider-woman. Silly, right? It sounded like something out of the DC Comics stacked in her room. And she loved it.
The name was sung like gospel on the news, printed in bold ink for those who still bothered with newspapers.
On one channel, a reporter stood in front of a cityscape, microphone in hand.
âThe masked vigilante, called âSpider-Womanâ by the public, continues to stir-up debate. Some call her a hero, while others question if sheâs just another masked threat. We hit the streets of Seattle to hear what the people really have to say.â
Cop, off duty: âLook, I donât make the rules, but I do enforce them. Vigilante or not, sheâs got a record, and that means trouble.â
Masked kid in a homemade costume: âSheâs like, a ninja or something! I think sheâs cool!â
Teen girl with dyed hair: âSheâs kind of badass, not gonna lie.â She shrugged.
younger woman with a toddler: âAre you kidding? Sheâs the only one out here actually doing something! You ever had a gun in your face? âCause I have. If sheâs around, I know Iâm making it home.â
The tv Cuts back to the news anchor at the desk, straightening their papers.
âYou heard it here folks! Love her or hate her, one thingâs for sure. sheâs out there. And sheâs just getting started.â The news reporter finished.
But every hero had their villain.
And Ellie? She was crushing on hers.
With Brown hair tied back, wheels skimming smoothly across the pavement. No suit today, just a hoodie and jeans, her usual off-duty attire. As a creature of habit, she skated her way to the bookstore like clockwork, the same route.
Had she finished the last two comics she bought? Absolutely. A little faster than intended. But a five-minute ride was nothing for a girl who spent most of her nights swinging across the city, trying to do right by the world. In her own way.
The streets of downtown Seattle buzzed with life, familiar shop signs blurring past her peripheryâthe record store with the neon âVinyl Livesâ sign, the cafĂŠ that always smelled like burnt coffee, and the corner thrift shop with racks of clothes spilling onto the sidewalk.
ThenââShitâ!â
Ellie barely had time to swerve, nearly colliding with someone standing dead center in her path.
âSorry!â she called over her shoulder, skidding to a halt a few feet away.
The person barely reacted. Headphones on, phone in hand, just a slight jerk of the shoulder to let her pass. like theyâd done it a thousand times.
Ellie shot them one last glance, catching just a flicker of their face. The shape of their eyes, the calm in their posture despite the near collision. No sense of surprise, Weird. Most people flinched.
Shaking it off, she kicked forward again, hitting the sidewalk with a small exhale. Board tucked under her arm, she pulled open the door to the bookstore, the familiar jingle of the bell bringing an easy grin to her face.
âLike clockwork. You are so predictable, Williams,â Josh, the store clerk, greeted from behind the counter.
âWhat can I say?â Ellie shrugged, stepping inside. âWhen youâre a comic book connoisseurââ
ââIt becomes a lifestyle,â Josh finished, smirking. âIndeed you are.â
Ellie chuckled, already making her way toward the shelves, completely unaware that the person she nearly crashed into was about to become a permanent part of her life.
She just didnât know it yet. And neither did you.
Just few moments before âŚ
âWhat an idiot,â a deep voice muttered, entering the back alley. Away from prying eyes.
You rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you leaned against the brick wall beside him. âShe was skating. God, do you ever lightenââ
His hand landed on your shoulder, fingers pressing just enough to remind you. Not a threat. Not yet.
Your mouth shut. Swallowing your retort.
He exhaled through his nose, slow and measured. Thinking. Shit. Your gut told you to argue, to roll your shoulders back and step away. But you didnât.
She wasnât. You knew that. But your world didnât allow second guesses.
Unlike Ellie, there were no scraped knees followed by fatherly reassurances. No kissing boo-boos, no gentle words. Hell, in your world, mistakes didnât just hurt. They burned.
And the man towering over you now, eyes sharp as a bladeâs, wasnât the type to let things slide. The city dubbed him Red Hand, a name spoken in hushed whispers.
But you just settled forâ
âWill you relax, old man? I get it.â You scoffed, swatting his hand away.
Old man. Boss. Everything but Dad. He didnât deserve that title. Maybe once, when you were too young to know better. But now? Now, you couldnât remember the last time you saw anything close to affection in his eyes. Sure, youâd hear a gruff, âYou did good, kid,â now and thenâbut only after running his errands. Only when you were useful.
Thatâs how this started. You donât grow a hatred for the world overnight. Itâs molded into you when youâre most likely to sponge it all up. Seeing people for what they really are, learning early that itâs survival, not love.
Your real parents? Nothing but a shadow of the past. A blanket. A half-hearted note. A promise that youâd be âtaken care of.â Not loved. Not held. Just⌠handled.
And he did. In his way. He didnât mark your growth on a doorframe. He didnât pack lunches with little notes that said, âHave a great day, love you.â
No, that was too soft. The Red Hand was feared. With just a snap of his fingers, his problems were taken care ofâno questions asked.
At first, you werenât sure who they wereâthe ones who carried out his orders, the ones who came and went like shadows. Or why he always denied your late-night tea parties with Mr. Bear.
One eye missing. Fur worn and faded from too many hugs. The first toy heâd ever bought you. Well, stolen. But it was a gift nonetheless.
You used to crack your bedroom door open at night, small fingers barely making a sound as you peeked through the gap. Trying to make out the hushed conversations happening just a few feet away.
Never catching much. But it was whispered for a reason. And even as a kid, you knew better than to ask.
Then came second grade. You walked through the door with puffy eyes and a fresh bruise on your cheek. He barely looked up from his paper as he slid an ice pack across the table.
âAnd did you hit them back?â
Your small legs dangled off the couch as you shook your head. âNoâŚâ
The paper rustled as he set it down, finally looking at you. âCâmere, kid. Let me show you something.â
And he did. With careful, practiced movements, he taught you where to aim. How to make it count. Jabs, punches.
âThose little shits wonât bug you too much after this.â
You learned quickly. Not just how to hit, but when. Where. How to read a room. How to never show weakness.
Because in his world? Weakness was a death sentence.
So no, there were no bedtime stories. No reassurances whispered into your hair. Just lessons. And you learned them all. After all, it paid to be useful. Even if that meant the occasional run to the principalâs office
The city doesnât care. People donât care. Theyâre too busy fighting to stay on top. So why bother trying to be something else? Why bother saving anyone when theyâll just let you down? Heâd shown you what the world truly was. A place where you had to take what you wanted.
A place where you had to survive, no matter the cost.
Youâd stopped asking questions a long time ago. Why did they leave? Why did he allow you to stay? What was that gnawing feeling deep in your gut? Youâd stopped wondering about what could be, what should be. This was it. This was all there was.
And as Ellieâs world spun with hope, with the promise of doing right, yours had long since given up. Because in your world, saving lives wasnât enough. The world didnât reward you for being a hero. No. It rewarded you for knowing when to stop asking, when to take what you were given.
Dressed in black, learning what was most important: to keep moving.
To be continued âŚ..
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David Lynch on Consciousness, Creativity and the Brain (Transcendental Meditation)
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Stages of existence - by yours truly but we don't know each other
Consciousness--> void state, true form, null state, immortality, unfeeling, omnipotence, point of creation, soul, everything, nothing.
(Note: being consciousness is our true form, everything afterwards is some form of creation. You can also call it you existing as a soul, which is true neutral and without a bother, calm; its goal and first nature is to create).
Creations--> planes of existences, reality, coexistence, embodying forms, verses (etc multiverse) energy, scripts, laws, sciences, systems, cycle of rebirth and death, organised way of living, umiverses, religions, entities, knowledge, fate.
(Note: like picking up a paper and writing down whatever comes to the mind, just like that creations thrive into existence whenever they're called upon, think, the void state. +scripting refers to the fact that whichever life we choose to experience is infact scripted by us beforehand (systems are established, like basic grounding principles, it doesn't necessarily have to mean that we script the entire course of our life beforehand; and yes this is exactly how we script our drs)
Reality--> 4d, 3d, beliefs, material, relationships, species, a logical brain; subconscious, consciousness (awakened part of the brain) unconscious, thoughts, doubts.
(Note: Like the sky and ground, 4d and 3d lay the foundation for the formation of your beloved reality or simply where you found yourself and GODDAMMIT where have I found myself; I'D RIP MY LUNGS OUT THEN TO LIVE. That sort of things! Btw doubts are the mechanism which prevents absurd glitches or simply breaking of reality. And no, doubts don't have to exist.)
(Note!!!: okay so I isolated one of the creation which is reality, other follows similarly and are according to whatever nonsense it is)
Also yes honey, you've seen something from me that's similar and that is because this is a polished version of my chart of existence, basically! I realised if only I wasn't fuming at Cassandra it would've been a good post, yknow.
Sheezu's chart of existence
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#sheezu's posts#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting#shifting realities#loablr#loassumption#void state#voidblr
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A Wanted Exchange
When I first met Oren I would never have thought where I'd end up with this beautiful twink. We ran into each other at a club, a loud and hectic joint that had many sweaty, dancing bodies pressed up against one another in pinkish lights. I was there, carving out a space with my broad shoulders and muscular frame.
And there was Oren. He wasn't intimidated by me. He was bold, swooping right into my space, and then he was upon me. Grinding against me, I could feel his lithe body almost flowing around me like water. But there was an aggression there, almost like he wanted to throw his weight around, boss and bully me. All 120 pounds of his tiny body.
I was intoxicated right then and there. I wanted him. At first I thought it was just in the typical carnal fashion. But I realize now it was so much more.
I took him home of course. We tangled togther far longer than expected. He tried to push and pull me in ways his body and tiny muscles just could not handle. I was gentle. I have always been something of a gentle giant.
Growing up my father was a harsh one, and forced me to play football from 7, and all throughout the rest of my school career. Even in college, it was verboten that I quit. I remember coming out, well after finishing my degree mind you, and how he coiled back in disgust. I was his manly son, his juggernaut of an athlete. But inside I always wanted something else.
Which brings me back to Oren. Our hookup was not the end of our interaction. He found my gentle nature endearing, as I in turn found his domineering ways attractive. I so desperately wanted to submit to him, but our physical dynamic was just too skewed. I couldn't help but toss him around if I wasn't careful. And he hated being on the bottom, or receiving.
After weeks of trying, we realized we weren't truly happy. And in the breakdown of our disappointment, we both admitted what we wanted. He lamented his tiny, perfectly lithe body. I too bemoaned my broad, powerful body. It wasn't to say we weren't proud of ourselves, both being healthy young men. Rather, it was a sort of melancholy about not being able to experience what the other had, and admittedly - we were so envious of.
And so, when the advertisements for a scientific study came out, asking for willing subjects to try a new technology... we jumped at it. It seemed like something from a science fiction novel, but the way the doctors explained it we were properly convinced it was real.
They asked us many questions about our health, our relationship, and then what we wanted. Over the weeks we were subjected to different tests, they asked us the question we both were secretly hoping they'd put forward.
"What if this is permanent?" The nasal-voiced doctor had asked. I was alone, Oren being interviewed in a different room. I'd learn later he responded much the same as I had. But when I responded, it was an enthusiastic confirmation - that would be perfectly fine.
The day of the procedure came, and we were inserted into coffin like tubes, our heads covered in wires and such that looked like what one might use for a brain scan. I suppose that was part of the procedure, anyways. After the all clear was given, it took moments for me to black out. And in that time we were out, it was nothingness... a void.
But when I awoke, everything was ALIVE. I knew what to expect, understanding that I'd be groggy from the anesthetic. However, I pushed through the fog in my excitement. I needed to feel it all. Even before they opened the tube, I was feeling my arms, my chest, and then my face. Nothing prepares you for the sensations. There is no earthly equivalent to it... awakening in another persons body.
What followed was euphoric. Despite the initial hiccups, like learning that your brain still thinks you have limbs longer than this new body, or forgetting you are significantly lighter and weaker. Limitations that I never had before were daunting, at first. But then I came to love them. I was finally free to be the person I always felt inside. A man with a body more aptly described as pretty, and not rugged. With fingers soft and supple, unblemished by years of tackling and tossing a ball.
Oren felt the same, in reverse. We were hesitant at first to resume our relationship. It wasn't right away that we tried anything, sexually. But the first interactions were indicative of our blossoming romance. He would take my new, delicate face in his - my former - rough hands. Guiding my lips to his, where he almost hungrily kissed me. His bear hugs engulfed me, at times sweeping me off my feet. I was the willing waif, powerless to stop it, but desperately wanting it.
When we did finally return to the bed, entangled in one anothers embrace, there was a sort of epiphany. The realization that we got exactly what we wanted, and that looking back - albeit not much of an issue before - was perished. We did not need to even question it - I NEEDED to be Oren. And he needed to be me.
As for all the other details, since we began dating, we assimilated into one anothers lives. Our families and friends were never made aware of what transpired in that experiment. And save a few follow up interviews and information gathering sessions, the deal was sealed. Oren and I were never happier with our lives than now, when in truth... we weren't living our lives, but one anothers. How freeing it was for us to become the thing we always wanted. And through that, to find love. It was strange to kiss my former face, but knowing it was Oren behind those eyes, and happier for it, made it all too easy to love him.
I'm never going back.
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What is magic and witchery in this world? because I remember you talking about "magic" & some characters being "witches", is there actual magic or is it something else?
Okay, so I will probably make a #witches tag because I kinda just hide this stuff to not make people think of my setting as a fantasy. That should be the ALTERNATE UNIVERSE fantasy version where Neal does spells.
So this planet is not under natural circumstances. If it were a normal planet it's possible life wouldn't even occur. And there definitely wouldn't be sophonts. And if, there DEFINITELY wouldn't be 5 separate ones with 4 being of separate animal kingdoms.
And this same force that has led to this happening is also the source of "witchcraft". Something of a brain extension most often appearing as stronger senses that aren't closed of inside the body of the person. Like nerves in the air around the person.
And this is 'genetic'. One can improve the ability but not awaken it. These witches are often born or develop various mutations or disabilities as their brain grows into wrong shapes in their skull or they have bones where they shouldn't be etc. Most common issues differ per species since there are common side effects for each sophont. Slomen most often experience worse motor and fine motor skills, introvertness (sloman standards), and worse social abilities in total. Less, but still common physical mutations are extra fingers, white coloration inside their eye stalks, skin conditions, and slower growth rate with a higher growing threshold.
And sometimes someone who looks different may be a witch, it's definitely not a rule. Still, many societies, especially in this day and age, see disability and strangeness as a sign of witchcraft.
And witches are easy targets in political difficulties as they are quite a small minority. So you can imagine what that can lead to.
There have been actual witch hunts in the planet's history with most resulting in much more non-witch death. Targeting the ones with knowledge and seeing "better sense of the world and science" for the usual historical reasons.
Today there are many opinions on witchcraft. "They spread sickness" as they are less prone to being sick in times of plague, "they are divine god gifts" as some may train to predict the weather or create fire, "they are punishments" as they struggle to fit in society or "they are firepower" as that would be the case for big part of the planet 50 years ago during the first contact.
It would take a long time to explain how all cultures feel because each one has a long history of why, as witches are just inherently there. They aren't new. They have been here as long as sophonts themselves.
Fueem, Neal and some other characters of mine are witches. And they deal with their own specific struggles. I will say more about them in the next ask that relates to this.
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Tag Game: 10 Scenes I will never forget (BL from China, Japan, Korea & Taiwan)
Tagged by @hughungrybear
Rules: Share five (5) ten (10) scenes you can't forget. Not your favorites, the ones that got stuck in your brain for any reason.
I took that "not your favorite" line seriously.
1. Sleeves in Gay (Chinese Bromance)

Untamed was the first instance I remember but I have a screen shot from Word of Honor. Look we all get it, China. But the DISCOURSE we had over this whole thing around China, BL, and sleeves kinda cemented my relationship with BL on tumblr.
I guess you had to be here. But A TIME was had on this hellsite and we have all been Paying Attention to sleeves ever since.
As we very well should.
2. Opening meet cute Seven Days
THE STAGING. My first incidenct of a BL outright DOING manga RIGHT just on our screens for us. The perspective, the framing, the body positions... everything was perfection.
3. Into the trash bag Kieta Hatsukoi
It broke us. Every one.
4. Blueming's how to film a gay sex scene in Korea... an education

I don't like that they felt they had to do it this way, but I like that the strictures and confines pulled out a kind of shadow puppet art and the coloring was remarkable. Speaking of...
5. Color Rush's musical montage date

I liked the sound track for this show (rare for me) and I loved the atmospheric underwater feeling of this sequence plus the musical score.
There are others from this show like the rain hung, the crystal rainbow, and the rainbow fan of color wheel, but I had to pick.
6 The double down "crash into to me" trope used to emphasize the love triangle in Light On Me

Korea is just so CLEVER with their trope deployment. Watching them juggle multiple back-and-forths damn near perfectly to emphasize the love triangle and manipulate our emotions was brilliant. I still don't love a love triangle, but I appreciate the art of this one so much I gave it a 10/10.
7 "Have you been well, without me?" Our Dating Sim
Possibly one of the greatest lines ever delivered in a reunion romance.
8 Air gun to the heart in We Best Love
I could pick so many from this show but many of them would qualify as favorites. But this moment and the way you can see the invisible shot hit, because, well, Sam is just that good. It's just perfect tsundere meets pining seme acting.
9 Kiss through the net (ICONIC) in HIStory 2 Crossing the Line
Just amazing, perfect, beautifully shot, sports romance at its finest.
10 These goobers in Love is Science

Tiny family for the win.
Others I seriously considered but eliminated because they ARE favorites
Takara falling into the wall
My Personal Weatherman drunk boyfriend lap cuddles
Just Friends kissing in public in uniform
The ending running confession sequence in My Beautiful Man (I will never forget it because this one broke me, in real time)
Love Class 2 the boxers sequence
Jun & Jun the little whimper before he gives up and the kiss, also squishy cheeks
Love for Love's Sake gay punching, also "who hit you," also the magic kiss, also....
Light on Me - the confession, the hand hold at school, Namgong in the cape with flowers
The blood covered kiss in Long Time No See
Our Dating Sim's stealth kiss giggle
Cats/dogs, dark meat/light meat chicken, bisexual awakening in Oh My Assistant.
"To soft" in History 3 Trapped
Peaking over the divider in Semantic Error, also seme subscription service, ending fairy, yaja time, the LETTUCE line, also...
The backpack drop in Why R U? Korea.
The nod to the bed in See Your Love
Ghat kisses!
Dishonorable mention for the dirty minds in the corner
Minato's Laundromat - the sheet scene
My Personal Weatherman - the shirt scene (similarly My Day and the belt)
Old Fashion Cupcake - the finger bite
First Love Story - Pervert

Jun & Jun - THAT lap sit
The lap site tie grab in Kiseki Dear to Me
Love is Science in the closet makeout scene
This line in Unknown:

Should I do a whole second one for Thailand?
I don't tag but if you want to play you absolutely should!
#tag game#10 BL Scenes I will never forget#word of honor#chinese bl#seven days#japanese bl#Kieta Hatsukoi#Blueming#korean bl#Color Rush#Light On Me#Our Dating Sim#We Best Love#Taiwanese BL#HIStory 2 Crossing the Line#Love Is Science#Minato's Laundromat#My Personal Weatherman#Old Fashion Cupcake#First Love Story#Jun and Jun#Unknown
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