#ionic 2

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Whilst I hand you guys a couple of Wrench doodles, rate this embarrassing instance out of 10 that just happened to me:

For the second time in my entire ICT course, I used irrelevant vocabulary to answer a test question (thankfully just a progress checker test, not the actual thing!!). First time that it happened I ended up using ionic bonds to explain how a laser printer worked. The second time I used the word formulae (which apparently is mathematic vocabulary and not just used to describe some recipe like in SpongeBob) to explain the advantages HTML developers can gain from website templates☠️

anyway embarrassing misuse of vocabulary aside wrench doodles as promised:

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Pairing: uni student!Jungkook x uni teacher!female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: Jungkook falls for his professor. She makes the rules - and he loves breaking them.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, smut, cursing, dom!female reader, sub!Jungkook, age gap (both 18+), sexual tension, power imbalance, teasing, fixation, power play, slight emotional manipulation, “good boy” 😮‍💨 explicit: dom/sub dynamics, kissing, handjob, oral (f. & m. Receiving), riding, unprotected sex, edging (!!)

A/N: 2 hours later… heyyyyy anon 🫶 hopefully this is what you wanted, if not lmk! and I’ll work on something else but this just flew out of me. I was in the editing process and added an extra 2k words bc it just felt right 🤭

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It started with her heels.

I was already two minutes away from walking out. 

Hungover, hoodie barely on, no clue why I even enrolled in Chemistry 204 when I knew I’d probably flunk it by midterms. This was supposed to be a throwaway class- just some gen-ed requirement I’d forget about the second I passed it.

Then she walked in.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The sound echoed off the walls before I ever saw her. Slow. Sharp. Confident. Like she owned the floor under her. I glanced up- and fuck me, everything stopped.

She was… something else.

Tight blouse, dark skirt clinging to her curves like it had been sewn on her skin, lips painted in a color that made my mouth dry up. She walked like she knew we were all staring, like she’d counted on it.

My pulse was racing before she even spoke.

“Good morning,” she said, voice calm, rich, like velvet dragged across bare skin. “I’m Professor Y/N. This is Chemistry 204, and if you’re here to sleep or slack off, you’ll fail. I can promise you that.”

I felt my ears go hot.

I ducked my head, trying to act like I wasn’t already fantasizing about her throwing me out of class just so I could watch her mouth move again.

Jimin nudged me from the seat next to mine. “Dude. You’re literally salivating.”

“I’m not,” I hissed, even though I was a little.

She started handing out syllabi, walking row by row. And when she passed, her perfume hit me- something warm, like vanilla, but not too sweet. Clean. Dangerous. I stared at my desk like it held the secrets to the universe.

Then her voice. Right above me.

“Mr… Jeon?”

My throat closed. I looked up, and there she was. Looking right at me.

“Y-Yes.”

Her lips curved. Not a smile. Not a smirk. Just… something knowing. “Try not to fail my class.”

And just like that, she moved on. Like it meant nothing. Like she hadn’t just rearranged the entire structure of my brain chemistry with one look and seven words.

Jimin leaned over again, barely containing his laughter. “Ohhh, bro. You’re done for.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

My hands were clenched. My chest tight. She was already across the room again, giving someone else the kind of look that made me want to fight whoever they were.

I had no idea how I was going to survive this semester.

All I knew was that I wanted her to say my name again. That same tone. That same amused edge. Like she already knew every dirty thought racing through my head.

And God, there were a lot of them.

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She wasn’t looking at me.

Not directly, anyway. But every time I dared to glance up from the god-awful list of elements and safety rules in front of me, I swore her eyes brushed over mine. Like she knew. Like she felt it.

My stomach wouldn’t stop flipping.

“You’re so obvious,” Jimin muttered, leaning in. He didn’t even try to hide his amusement.

“Am not.”

“You are literally chewing your pencil and blushing like a schoolgirl.”

I dropped the pencil.

The first lab assignment was some basic formulaic reaction. Something about ionic bonds, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it. The paper might as well have been blank. All I could focus on was the sharp click of her heels circling the lab again, moving from table to table, her hips swaying with every step, her voice low and composed as she corrected some kid for not wearing safety goggles properly.

And then, suddenly, she was behind me.

I felt her before I heard her. A warmth along my back, the subtle scent of that same perfume from earlier- something warm and clean and sharp.

“You’re off by two protons, Mr. Jeon.”

I flinched. My fingers stumbled on my calculator.

“I- I thought- ”

“Clearly,” she interrupted, and then leaned closer. Her hand brushed over mine, adjusting the numbers on my worksheet. “Your aluminum ion is missing its charge. Pay attention.”

Her breath hit the back of my neck. I stopped breathing entirely.

She didn’t step back. Not right away. She lingered there, close enough that I could feel the fabric of her blouse rustle slightly as she moved. Then finally - finally - she pulled away, heels clicking off to the next table like she hadn’t just pulled my brain out of my skull and dropkicked it across the room.

Jimin was staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

“Did she just-?” he whispered.

“I don’t- yeah- I don’t know.”

“Are you sweating?”

“I think I blacked out.”

“Dude.”

I dropped my face into my hands, groaning low. “I’m gonna fail this class.”

“No, bro. You’re gonna die in it.”

When I looked up again, she was standing at the front of the class writing some formula on the board, but her hand paused for just a split second. Just long enough for her head to tilt slightly… toward me.

I sat up straighter, not even thinking.

And then she smiled- barely. The kind of smile you could miss if you blinked. The kind that wasn’t meant for the class.

It was meant for me.

And I was gone.

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The second the bell rang, I was out of my seat- heart racing, mind a total blur. I shoved my notebook into my bag without checking anything I’d written down, which probably didn’t matter because I hadn’t really written anything.

“You were twitching the whole time,” Jimin said as we stepped into the hallway. “Like she was controlling you with telepathy.”

“She wasn’t,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.

“She basically whispered in your ear and adjusted your hand like it was foreplay.”

“Jesus, Jimin.”

“What? I’m not wrong.”

I glared at him but couldn’t argue. The feel of her hand guiding mine, the whisper of her breath against my neck. I could still feel it. Like my skin had absorbed the memory and refused to let go.

We reached the end of the hallway when I realized I’d forgotten my lab sheet on the desk.

“Shit- I’ll meet you at the quad,” I told Jimin, turning around.

Back in the lab, it was mostly empty. A few students still packing up. She was still there, seated behind her desk, glasses perched low on her nose as she reviewed a stack of papers.

I moved fast, snatching my sheet off the lab table, hoping not to be noticed. But as I turned to leave-

“Mr. Jeon.”

I froze.

She didn’t look up at first. Just made a note on the corner of a page with her pen, so slowly, so deliberately.

Then she looked up.

I swallowed hard. “Y-Yes?”

“You forgot your evaluation sheet.” She held up another paper- my lab report, apparently. “Come get it.”

I stepped forward, trying to walk normal. Trying not to let my legs turn to jelly.

She handed me the paper, but didn’t let go right away. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and for a second, the lab was too quiet.

“Next time,” she said softly, “try to stay present. You were… distracted today.”

“I- I wasn’t- ”

Her eyes dropped to the paper. “I left a comment. You might want to read it… thoroughly.”

My fingers curled around the edge of the sheet as she finally released it. I nodded, heart hammering, and turned to leave before I made a fool of myself again.

Outside, I opened the paper and scanned it.

There it was- her red ink looping elegantly across the bottom of the sheet:

“Try harder next time, Mr. Jeon.

Unless you want me to keep correcting your form.”

I stood there like an idiot, eyes stuck on that one sentence, while every part of me ignited.

“DUDE,” Jimin’s voice suddenly screamed behind me. “Tell me she did not just flirt with you on paper.”

I nearly dropped the sheet.

“Were you spying?!”

“I was walking back to get you,” he said, peering over my shoulder. “Okay, holy shit- that’s not even subtle.”

“It’s probably nothing,” I muttered, though my face was on fire.

“Oh, no. That was a coded message. She wants you to flirt back.”

“I can’t flirt with her,” I hissed. “She’s my professor.”

Jimin grinned like the devil himself. “Exactly. So the question is… are you gonna be a good boy?”

I didn’t answer.

Because I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.

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The next class, I walked in ten minutes early.

I told myself it was just to show responsibility, but really, I just needed to see if she’d say something- if last time meant something. I hadn’t slept much the night before, not with that damn note burning a hole in my backpack and her voice replaying in my head on a loop.

She was already at her desk, sipping coffee and flipping through a folder. She didn’t even glance up when I came in. And somehow, that was worse.

I took my seat. Tried to look normal. Breathed slow. One of those deep, calming breaths I practiced before performances. Except none of that helped when she finally looked up.

“Mr. Jeon,” she said, eyes calm, unreadable. “Stay after class today.”

My mouth opened. Nothing came out. Just a tiny squeak of acknowledgment.

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The entire period was a blur. I don’t remember the lab instructions. Don’t remember the worksheet. All I know is that every second felt like it ticked by in slow motion.

When class ended, students poured out, and I stayed seated, hands tight on the edge of the lab bench. My pulse was in my throat.

She closed the door behind the last student and walked back, heels echoing, slow and controlled.

“Follow me.”

I followed her like a dog on a leash.

She led me to the back of the lab where the sink station was. Rows of dirty glassware from the experiments sat there waiting. Beakers. Flasks. Tubes. Endless.

“You’re here to clean,” she said, gesturing with a gloved hand. “You’ve been inattentive. This is extra credit.”

“R-Right,” I muttered, grabbing the soap and nozzle, not daring to look up.

She stood behind me at first, then to the side. Watching. Not saying a word.

The room was dead quiet except for the sound of water and glass tapping gently against the sink. I could feel her eyes burning into me.

After about five minutes of silence, I felt her step closer.

“Are you always this obedient?”

I froze.

“Excuse me?”

“I give you a simple command, and you listen without question,” she said, voice smooth, soft, dangerous. “You haven’t asked what the cleaning is worth. Haven’t asked why. You just… followed.”

I turned my head slightly. “I thought it was an assignment.”

“Is it?” she asked, stepping so close I could see her reflection in the metal faucet. “Or is there another reason you’re so quick to do what I say?”

My grip on the glass tightened.

“I- You said I was distracted. I didn’t want to- ” I stopped talking. My words were unraveling. So was I.

She stepped behind me now, leaning in. I felt her breath again.

“Try not to shatter anything,” she whispered, fingers brushing the inside of my wrist just lightly enough to send sparks up my arm. “Some things are delicate.”

I stood perfectly still.

When she stepped away again, the cold rushed back in.

“Leave them for now,” she said, her voice back to calm. “You’ll come in earlier next week. We’ll continue then.”

“Yes, Professor.”

She walked to the door and opened it without looking back.

“Dismissed.”

I stepped out, legs shaking, barely able to hold my backpack strap.

Jimin was standing just down the hall, leaning against the wall with a smirk like he’d been waiting all day.

“I knew it,” he said.

“Knew what?”

“That you’d start cleaning for free just to breathe her air.”

I didn’t answer.

Because it wasn’t the air I was breathing.

It was her.

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The next week, I arrived fifteen minutes early.

This time, there was no pretending. No “I’m here for extra credit” excuse. I knew what this was. She knew too. I think that was the most dangerous part- how aware we both were, yet no one said it out loud.

She greeted me with a glance. No smile. No words. Just a glance that said, So you came back.

I started cleaning beakers without being told.

Her heels echoed faintly against the tile floor as she moved around the lab, prepping supplies for the day’s experiment. Her silence was more commanding than any speech. I scrubbed, rinsed, dried, my hands shaking slightly despite the repetition. I could still feel her fingertips on my wrist from last time.

After ten minutes, I heard her stop behind me.

“You missed a spot,” she said, stepping forward.

I glanced down at the beaker I was drying. Crystal clear.

“I- I don’t see- ”

She reached over, her fingers brushing mine as she took the beaker from my hands. Then she turned it in the light, her chest barely grazing my arm. I swallowed hard.

“There,” she said softly, pointing at nothing. Her voice dropped. “Or maybe you were just distracted again.”

I couldn’t speak. My entire body had gone still.

“Mr. Jeon,” she murmured, setting the beaker down carefully. “Are you easily distracted… or just easily controlled?”

I flinched.

She smirked. “Interesting.”

Before I could come up with any kind of reply, the first students began to filter into the lab. She stepped away instantly, heels clicking back to the front like nothing happened.

Class went on as usual.

Except nothing was usual anymore.

I couldn’t focus on the experiment. Couldn’t read the formulas. All I could think about was the whisper of her fingers against mine, the way her breath had curled against my neck, the scent of her perfume slowly burning its way into my skull.

When class ended, I packed up slowly, hoping maybe she’d call out to me again. But she didn’t.

I started heading out, heartbeat still a little too loud in my ears.

Then I heard her voice, smooth and quiet.

“Mr. Jeon.”

I turned around.

She was still behind the desk, one hand resting lazily on her notes, eyes calm but unreadable.

“Try harder next time,” she said. “Or I might have to… discipline you.”

My breath hitched.

She didn’t wait for a reply. She bent her head back to her notes like I didn’t exist.

But I did. I existed in every word she’d just said.

I walked out of that room shaking, like my body hadn’t caught up with what my brain had just registered.

Jimin met me outside again. “Well?”

“She said… she might discipline me.”

He choked on his drink. “You mean like… in a grade way?”

I stared blankly at the wall.

“No,” I whispered. “No, I don’t think so.”

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I stared at her office door for a full minute before I knocked.

It was Friday. Cloudy. The kind of gray that sat heavy over the campus, cool air brushing over my skin as I stood alone in the hall, palms sweating despite the chill.

I told myself it was just for help. That I needed to raise my grade. But the truth was, I hadn’t slept right in days. Not since she said the word discipline with that look on her face, like she knew exactly what it did to me.

So here I was. About to walk into the lion’s den like I hadn’t spent all week thinking about her voice in the dark.

I knocked.

“Come in,” she said, calm and clear.

I opened the door slowly. Her office was warm, light filtering in through the half-closed blinds. Shelves of books lined the back wall. Her desk was cluttered in a curated way, like everything had a place, even the chaos.

She was sitting behind it, glasses on, pen in hand. She didn’t look surprised to see me.

“Mr. Jeon,” she said, motioning to the seat across from her. “You’re early.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I… wanted to ask about the last lab.”

She nodded, didn’t press.

I sat down.

The chair was low. Too low. Which meant I had to sit up straight to look her in the eye. Which meant I was fully aware of how long her legs looked crossed beneath that desk.

“So,” she said, sliding a paper toward me. “Let’s look at where you went wrong.”

I reached for it, but our hands brushed again.

There it was- that spark.

I swallowed hard and focused on the page. I couldn’t read it. Didn’t even try.

“You need to be more thorough,” she said, voice soft but edged. “You’re sloppy with your ions. Your math is lazy. It’s almost like you’re not trying.”

“I am,” I said quickly. “Trying, I mean. I just- chemistry’s never been- ”

“ -your strength,” she finished for me. Then her voice dropped lower. “I know. That’s why you’re here.”

I looked up.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Unmoving. Calm. Too calm.

The air thickened.

She stood.

Walked around the desk.

Sat on the edge.

Right in front of me.

Her knee nearly touched mine. She didn’t adjust her skirt. Didn’t move back. I could smell her again, something clean and dark, like cedar and sin.

“You want extra credit, Mr. Jeon?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

I nodded, too fast.

Her lips curved just slightly. “Then sit still. And listen carefully.”

I froze.

She leaned in- not touching me, not yet, but close enough that her presence overwhelmed the space between us.

“There are rules,” she whispered. “And you will follow them if you want to pass. Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I blinked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Yes… Professor.”

I swallowed. “Yes, Professor.”

Then she stood, walked back to her chair, and resumed grading papers like nothing happened.

I sat there stunned, fists clenched in my lap, trying not to burst into flames.

“You’re dismissed,” she said without looking up.

I practically ran out.

And I was still hard when I reached the end of the hall.

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It was a different day. A different lecture.

Same obsession.

I’d managed to make it through most of the class without combusting- barely. She’d worn a black blouse today, sheer enough in the right light to show the outline of her bra if you stared too long. So, of course, I stared too long.

She didn’t call on me during the lesson. Didn’t make eye contact much. But I could feel her awareness in the way she moved, in the quiet control she had over the room.

It made me ache.

When the bell rang, my heart was still thudding like it had spent the whole hour doing laps in my chest. I had one foot out the door when her voice cut through the noise like a wire pulled tight.

“Mr. Jeon.”

I stopped.

Turned.

She was still seated, one leg crossed over the other, perfectly still behind her desk. She didn’t look up right away- just tapped her pen against her lips with that same slow, deliberate rhythm that always did things to me.

“I have one more thing for you,” she said, finally lifting her gaze. “Sit.”

I obeyed, because of course I did.

The classroom was already half-empty, the shuffle of feet and zip of backpacks fading into the hallway as I returned to my seat, suddenly hyper-aware of every breath I took.

She didn’t move from her chair this time. Just watched me, eyes calm but piercing.

“We’re going to do an oral quiz.”

I blinked. “A what?”

“Oral,” she repeated, her tone clipped but soft. “Verbal. Spoken. I ask, you answer. No thinking. Just reaction.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

Her eyes locked on mine. “Ready?”

No.

“Yes,” I said.

She leaned back slightly, her voice smooth as silk. “Name the element with the atomic number six.”

“Carbon,” I replied quickly.

“Good,” she said. “And the bond formed between two nonmetals?”

“Covalent.”

Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “What happens when heat is applied too quickly to a volatile compound?”

“It… it expands. Reacts. Possibly combusts.”

Her voice dropped a note. “That’s right. Too much heat too fast… and things explode.”

I shifted in my seat.

She smiled like she’d seen it.

“Name one quality that makes a reaction irreversible.”

“Time,” I said, before thinking. “Or… exposure to heat. Pressure. Contact.”

She tilted her head. “Interesting. Contact. Do you believe in chain reactions, Mr. Jeon?”

I hesitated. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I swallowed, her gaze making it hard to think. “Because one thing leads to another. You can’t always stop it once it starts.”

Her smile deepened. “Exactly.”

She stood, slowly walking toward the door as if to signal we were done. But just before she opened it, she turned.

“You’re doing well. But that last lab… you broke two safety rules.”

“I- I didn’t mean-”

She turned toward me, gaze dark and unreadable. 

“One last question.”

I sat straighter.

“What happens,” she said, voice slow and deliberate, “when someone disobeys lab protocol?”

“I- I don’t know,” I stammered.

She stepped closer again, her body just inside my space. But it felt like she was everywhere. On my skin. In my head.

“Discipline,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine.  “Because I expect you to follow rules. My rules.”

Her smile was slow, satisfied.

She reached out and straightened the collar of my hoodie like it had offended her. Her fingers lingered there, just long enough to make my pulse jackhammer in my chest.

“Good boy,” she murmured.

I didn’t move. Couldn’t.

She opened the door. “That’s all for now. See yourself out.”

And like a complete idiot, I stumbled into the hallway- heart hammering, throat dry, my pants a little too tight and my thoughts a little too wrecked.

Jimin texted the second I hit the quad.

Jimin: you alive?

Jungkook: barely.

Jimin: she kill you or kiss you?

Jungkook: neither.

Jimin: holy shit. that’s worse.

I looked back at the hallway behind me like it might still be on fire.

He was right.

It was worse.

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Two days passed.

Two painfully slow, distracting, blood-rushing-behind-my-eyes kind of days. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way her fingers brushed mine. The way she called me “good boy” like it was a reward. The look she gave when I followed her instructions a little too perfectly.

So when I got the email-

See me during office hours, Thurs. @ 3. – Prof. Y/N

-my stomach dropped.

And soared.

I showed up five minutes early again, pretending not to be nervous. Lying to myself.

She was already there, sipping coffee, sunlight pouring in through her blinds like it had been placed there just for her. She wore another fitted blouse, sleeves rolled to her elbows, the collar just a little looser than it should’ve been.

She didn’t look up when I stepped in.

“Close the door.”

I obeyed.

She motioned to the chair. “Sit.”

This was the same chair. The same air. But everything felt hotter this time. Louder, somehow. My nerves were on fire.

“I reviewed your last lab,” she said. “Better. You’re improving.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.

She glanced up finally. Her eyes met mine- and held.

“But your focus,” she added, “still needs work.”

I licked my lips. “I’m trying.”

“Trying isn’t enough.”

She stood slowly, walked around the desk again- like she was circling me.

My heart picked up.

She leaned one hip against the front of the desk. This time, she didn’t sit. She stood close. Her thigh brushed against my knee, intentional or not- I couldn’t tell.

“You need discipline, Mr. Jeon.”

My breath hitched.

“I- ”

“Not punishment,” she said softly, eyes dipping. “Guidance. You respond to structure, don’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You follow commands well.”

I shifted. “Maybe I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

That made her smile- barely. It was there and gone like lightning.

Her hand reached out. Not far. Just resting on my knee. Light. Casual.

But not casual.

She leaned in a little. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

She looked down at her fingers on my knee.

Then- 

A knock at the door.

She moved instantly, hand pulling back, body shifting away like nothing had happened.

“Yes?” she called.

The door cracked open.

Jimin’s head poked through. “Yo. Sorry- am I interrupting?”

I nearly choked on my own spit.

Y/N didn’t even blink. “Just finishing up a consult. What do you need, Mr. Park?”

Jimin looked between us, suspicious as hell. “I was just looking for Jungkook. We’ve got rehearsal.”

“Of course,” she said. Perfectly neutral. Professional. “Mr. Jeon, you’re dismissed.”

I stood, face burning, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as I grabbed my backpack.

“Thanks… Professor,” I muttered, voice lower than I meant.

She nodded without looking at me. “Remember what we discussed.”

Oh, I would.

Jimin followed me down the hall, silent for three full seconds before blurting out:

“Did she just touch your knee?”

“Shut up.”

“Bro- are you blushing?”

“I said shut up.”

“She was definitely flirting. I don’t even have a degree in chemistry and I felt that.”

I didn’t reply.

I was still stuck on the way she said discipline like it was a promise.

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I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, it was her.

Professor Y/N.

Not in the classroom. Not in her office. But in shadows. Heat. Movement.

The dream didn’t start like a dream. It started like memory- me sitting in her office again, her voice low, asking questions that had nothing to do with science.

Do you always obey this easily, Jungkook?

Would you let me correct you?

And then… her fingers. On my knee. My thigh. Tracing up.

She whispered in my ear, breath hot.

You like it when I’m in control, don’t you?

God, I did. I do.

Her hands slid under my hoodie in the dream- my skin burning under every ghost of her touch. I could feel the fabric of her blouse against my chest. The press of her thigh between mine. The smell of her perfume on my mouth.

She kissed me first.

Soft. Sure.

Then bit my lip when I didn’t kiss back fast enough.

“Speak when spoken to,” she breathed, and something inside me just… gave in.

I wanted to kneel. I wanted to be under her. I wanted to please her in ways that had nothing to do with school.

I woke up in a sweat.

Hard. Shaking. My sheets twisted around my legs like I’d wrestled with them in my sleep. My heart was racing. My hands were clenched.

The clock said 3:12 a.m.

I didn’t sleep again.

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The next day, I walked into class like a man possessed.

Every breath I took, I swore I could smell her. Every word she said echoed like it had two meanings. Her blouse was burgundy today- deep, rich, tight against her body. I couldn’t stop staring.

At one point, I dropped my pen and hit my head on the desk trying to get it. Jimin laughed the entire time.

After class, as I was gathering my things, she walked past my row- slow, unhurried. She didn’t stop, didn’t look at me, just spoke as she passed by:

“Rough night, Mr. Jeon?”

I froze.

My stomach dropped.

I looked up, and she was already across the room.

But her mouth- God, that mouth- had the faintest smile. That same one from the first day.

She knew.

She knew.

And the worst part?

I wanted her to.

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It started with a text.

Not an email. Not a formal request.

A text.

Unknown Number: Are you free after 6pm tonight? I could use help prepping for tomorrow’s lab. -Y/N

My heart jumped. I stared at the screen like it was a glitch.

She had my number?

She was texting me?

I didn’t respond for a full minute. Then I typed:

Jungkook: Yes. I’m free.

Y/N: Room 4A. Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.

I read that last line five times.

By the time 6:00 p.m. rolled around, I was already outside the building. Nervous. Excited. My palms were sweating. I’d changed shirts three times and still didn’t know what I was doing.

The hall was quiet. No students. No voices. Just the distant hum of the custodial staff down the east wing.

Room 4A’s door was slightly cracked.

I pushed it open.

She was already there- back turned, hair up, sleeves rolled. She wore a lab coat this time, but it hung open over a tight gray top and dark jeans. A clipboard was in one hand, a box of glassware in the other.

The room was dimmer than usual. Only a few overhead lights flicked on. It felt… intimate. Like the space was smaller somehow. Thicker.

She didn’t look at me right away.

“You’re on time,” she said simply, setting the glassware down on the counter. “I like that.”

“Couldn’t sleep last night anyway,” I muttered.

She smiled at that. Not her professor-smile. Her real one. The one I barely got glimpses of.

“I need to reorganize the distillation setup for the freshmen lab tomorrow,” she said, pulling a drawer open. “You’re here to help. Not talk.”

That was fair.

I nodded and slipped my bag off.

She handed me a pair of gloves and motioned toward the back table. “Start unpacking those. Carefully.”

I obeyed.

We moved around each other for several minutes in silence. She handed me tools. I passed her clamps. We barely touched, but every time our fingers brushed, I felt it. The air between us buzzed.

I couldn’t stop glancing at her. At how effortless she looked, focused, eyes sharp, mouth pressed into a faint line as she worked. She didn’t speak, but her presence filled every inch of the lab. It was suffocating in the best way possible. 

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.

Halfway through setting up a condenser tube, when I was just starting to relax- I dropped the clamp.

It hit the floor with a loud, sharp clatter.

“Shit,” I hissed, crouching to grab it.

She turned. Looked down at me.

When I stood, she was suddenly closer than before.

Right in front of me.

Our bodies weren’t touching, but they could’ve been.

“You always this clumsy when you’re nervous?” she asked quietly.

I stared at her. Swallowed.

“Only around you.”

That did something. Her eyes changed. She didn’t step back.

“I see.”

The silence stretched.

The lab felt too warm now.

She looked down at my hands still holding the clamp and reached out, curling her fingers over mine. Slow. Deliberate. Not necessary.

“You need steadier hands if you’re going to handle glass,” she said, her voice like velvet with a hidden blade.

I didn’t breathe.

Her fingers lingered.

Then let go.

“Try again,” she said, stepping back.

I did.

But my hands were still shaking.

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It happened so fast I couldn’t stop it.

One moment, I was reaching for the beaker. The next, it slipped.

It hit the floor and shattered, glass slicing through silence like lightning.

“Shit,” I muttered, instinctively reaching down-

“Don’t.”

Her voice stopped me mid-motion.

I froze.

She walked over slowly. Calm. Deliberate. Her heels echoed off the tile with a rhythm that sounded too controlled for how chaotic I felt.

“No gloves,” she said, crouching instead. “You’ll cut yourself.”

I stepped back, watching as she gathered the larger pieces of glass with her gloved hands and the dustpan. Methodical. Controlled.

And then she looked up.

Directly at me.

From where she was crouched.

And suddenly- everything in me tightened.

The angle. Her eyes tilted up. The way her hair had fallen forward over one shoulder. Her lips parted just slightly, breath steady. Calm.

But her gaze?

Her gaze was not .

I tried not to think about it. Tried not to imagine what she looked like in that exact position with her hands somewhere else entirely.

But the thought had already sunk its claws in.

“You’re red,” she said quietly, eyes locked on mine.

I blinked.

“What?”

“Your ears,” she murmured. “They’re flushed.”

I swallowed. Hard.

“I-It’s warm in here.”

Her lips quirked, barely there.

Then she stood.

Not with her usual fluid grace.

She braced one hand on my thigh - my thigh - to push herself up.

Slowly.

Her palm lingered. Pressed. Fingers firm against my jeans.

My legs nearly gave out.

By the time she was standing, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

She brushed her hands off and looked me over like I was something breakable.

“You always this easy to fluster, Mr. Jeon?”

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

She leaned in slightly- just enough.

“I told you to be careful,” she said, her voice low. “But maybe you like messing up in front of me.”

I exhaled shakily. “I don’t.”

“You sure?” she asked, tilting her head.

Her fingers smoothed something imaginary off my shoulder.

Then she stepped back.

“Replace the beaker,” she said, like we were still just doing science.

But my heart hadn’t stopped pounding since she touched me.

I did what she asked. Quiet. Shaky.

And the whole time, I swore I could still feel her hand on my leg.

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The silence was worse now.

Not awkward. Not cold.

Just… full.

I kept replaying the last five minutes like they were stuck on loop. Her crouched at my feet. The way she looked up at me like I was already undone. The weight of her hand on my thigh- intentional, firm, completely unignorable.

And then her calm retreat. Like she hadn’t just pulled the floor out from under me.

She was across the lab now, rearranging clamps and burners with absolute focus. Like I wasn’t still standing here burning alive.

I turned away. Faced the counter. Tried to look useful.

Then I heard her voice again.

“You follow instructions well,” she said casually.

It wasn’t a compliment.

It was a knife, slipped between my ribs with a smile.

“I try to,” I muttered.

“You don’t question them. You don’t push back. You just… obey.”

I swallowed. “Is that bad?”

“No,” she said, stepping closer again. “It’s just revealing.”

“Revealing how?”

She tilted her head. “Some people follow rules because they fear consequences.”

Her fingers reached for the flask beside me, brushing my arm.

“Others,” she continued, voice lower now, “follow because they enjoy being told what to do.”

I didn’t breathe.

“Which one are you, Jungkook?”

“I- I don’t know.”

She smiled. “I think you do.”

Her hand stayed near mine on the counter. Not touching. Just… there.

“You like when I give you tasks,” she said. “You like my voice when it’s low. Firm.”

I couldn’t deny it.

“You want structure,” she whispered. “Permission. Direction.”

My mouth was dry. My brain was static.

“Am I wrong?”

I shook my head.

“Say it,” she said softly.

“No,” I murmured. “You’re not wrong.”

She looked at me for a long time then. Not smiling. Just… watching.

“I wonder,” she said, almost to herself. “If you’d let me break you. If I told you to.”

She stepped back, finally.

The room felt colder without her body near mine.

“Turn off the burner. We’re done for tonight.”

Just like that. Command issued. Game reset.

I reached for the switch with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.

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It wasn’t the same night.

It was two days later.

Another text. Short. Controlled.

Y/N: Back lab. 7PM. No distractions.

I stared at the message for a full minute, heart thudding like a war drum. Then I dropped everything, grabbed my bag, and left.

Now it was 7:03, and I was standing just inside Room 4A again, the door closing behind me, pulse in my throat.

The lights were low. Only the overheads near the back counter were on.

She was there.

Wearing black. Black blouse. Black pants. No lab coat this time. Just her. Dark and stunning and sharp as glass.

“You’re late,” she said without looking up.

“Three minutes.”

“Too many.”

I swallowed.

“You want to be here?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Professor.”

She finally looked up. Her eyes landed on mine like a slow caress.

“Good,” she said. “Then listen carefully.”

She crossed the room toward me.

Each step deliberate. Soundless.

She stopped close- so close my breath hitched.

Her hand came up, brushing the edge of my jaw, trailing lightly.

“I don’t want to lecture tonight,” she said softly. “I don’t want to correct your form or watch you drop glass.”

I said nothing.

Her thumb brushed my bottom lip.

“I want you quiet. Focused. Obedient.”

“I will be.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Say it.”

“I’ll be good,” I whispered.

That made her smile.

She leaned in.

And kissed me.

This time, I kissed her back with everything in me.

No hesitation.

No fear.

Just months of tension crashing out of me in one dizzying moment of need.

Her hands threaded through my hair, fingers gripping tight. My mouth opened against hers, desperate, hungry, but still waiting- for her. Letting her lead.

She bit my lip, hard enough to make me gasp.

“Too eager,” she murmured.

“I can be patient.”

“We’ll see.”

She spun me gently, pressing me back against the wall beside the door. Her thigh slid between mine. My hips moved before I could stop them.

Her mouth moved to my neck, biting, tasting.

I couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out.

She laughed softly against my skin.

“You like this.”

“I love this.”

She pulled back, eyes dark.

“Lock the door.”

I turned, hands shaking but sure this time, flipped the lock with a solid click.

When I faced her again, she was unbuttoning the top of her blouse- slow, deliberate, still in control.

“You’ve been patient, Jungkook,” she said, stepping toward me again. “Now I want to see how well you listen.”

My mouth was dry. “Yes, Professor.”

She smiled. Dark. Beautiful. Unapologetic.

And then she kissed me again, deeper this time, walking me backward until I hit the lab table.

Her hands roamed my chest, my hips, controlling every inch of the space between us.

And I let her.

No part of me wanted control.

All I wanted was her.

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This was happening.

And I was so far gone, I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t want it.

She kissed me hard this time- no testing, no waiting. Just heat. Her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, sliding it up, palms skating over my bare stomach.

I shivered. She felt it.

“Cold?” she asked, lips against my neck.

“No,” I breathed. “Not even close.”

Her smile curved against my skin.

“Good.”

She pressed her body against mine, pinning me between the table and her frame. Every part of her was deliberate. Her hips against mine, her thigh back between my legs, her hand on my chest.

And then- lower.

My breath hitched.

She moved slowly, tasting every inch of my throat with her mouth, her tongue, her teeth.

Her hand slipped behind my neck, gripping tight as she kissed me again. I kissed back harder, bolder this time. I couldn’t stop my hands anymore- I reached for her waist, pulling her in, finally touching her like I’d imagined in a thousand sleepless nights.

She didn’t stop me.

She leaned in- more. Pressed her hips against mine, rolled them once, just to watch me lose it.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered.

“I’m not used to this.”

“No one’s ever touched you like this?”

“Not like you.”

She paused at that. Then she smiled, dark and slow.

“Good.”

Her blouse was undone now- button by button falling away, and her bra was dark lace, tight against her skin, and I swore I nearly lost my mind.

“You okay?” she asked, voice low.

I nodded.

“No,” I said honestly. “But I want it.”

“You want me?”

“God, yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

“Louder.”

“I want you, Professor.”

That was it.

She pushed me back onto the table, climbed over me with nothing but control in her eyes.

My hands gripped the edge. My whole body tense, vibrating, desperate.

She leaned down, nose brushing mine.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now be quiet. Let me take care of you.”

My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she slowly lowered herself, her lips brushing mine before trailing down my jawline. 

Her hands, soft yet firm, gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as if she knew I’d try to pull her closer. 

Her mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of my neck, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but she noticed, her lips curling into a smirk against my skin. 

“Shh,” she murmured, her breath hot against my chest. “Let me hear you.”

Her fingers trailed down my chest, light and teasing, before settling on the waistband of my jeans. 

I held my breath as she unbuttoned them, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed them down, her hands brushing against my thighs, her touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my cock. 

I was already hard, my cock straining against my boxers, and her gaze dropped to it, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” she teased, her fingers hooking into the elastic of my boxers. 

I bit my lip, my body trembling with need. She pulled them down, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me, her breath hitching. 

“So eager,” she whispered, her voice laced with approval.

Her hands wrapped around me, her touch firm but gentle, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft. I groaned, my head falling back against the table, my hands clenching the edges as she began to stroke me. 

Her touch was slow, deliberate, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that had already gathered. 

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

“Yes,” I managed, my voice hoarse, my body already on edge.

She quickened her pace, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, her other hand cupping my balls, massaging them gently. 

“Tell me how much you want it,” she demanded, her voice commanding.

“I want it so bad Professor,” I gasped, my hips bucking slightly against her hand. “Please, don’t stop.”

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. 

“Such a good boy,” she praised, her hand tightening around me. “But we’re not done yet.”

Her mouth descended, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling in a way that made my vision blur. 

I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair but not daring to add any pressure, my body arching off the table. She hummed, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me, her hand continuing to stroke me in sync with her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking. “That’s- that’s amazing.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Is it?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels so fucking good,” I panted, my body trembling on the edge. “Your mouth- i-it’s perfect.”

She smiled, her lips stretching around me again, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. I was close, so close, my body tense, every nerve ending screaming for release. 

But just as I was about to cum, she slowed, her hand easing, her mouth pulling away.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “Not until I say so.”

I whimpered, my body aching with need, my cock throbbing with frustration. She kissed the tip, her tongue flicking teasingly before she began again, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony. 

I was a mess, my moans filling the room, my body completely at her mercy.

“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “Let me cum.  Please.”

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, her hand tightening around me. 

“Not yet, baby,” she murmured. “I want to see how long you can last.”

Her mouth took me deeper, her throat closing around me, her hand stroking in time with her movements. 

I was losing it, my body trembling, my breath coming in short gasps. “I- I can’t- ”

She pulled back again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she praised, her hand slowing. “But not yet.”

I groaned, my body aching, my cock throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot against my skin. 

“Tell me how much you want to come,”she whispered, her voice a seductive command.

“I want it so bad,” I gasped, my body trembling. “I need to come. Please Professor, let me cum.”

She smiled, her lips curving against my skin, her hand beginning to move again, slow and torturous. 

“Soon, baby,” she promised, her voice a soft whisper. “But first, let’s see how close we can get.”

Her mouth took me again, her hand working in perfect sync, her tongue swirling, her throat tightening around me. 

I was a mess, my body on the brink, my moans filling the room. She edged me again, bringing me to the edge, only to pull back, her hand easing, her mouth leaving me throbbing and desperate.

“Professor,” I whimpered, my body trembling, my cock aching with need. “Please, I can’t take much more.”

She chuckled, her hand wrapping around me once more, her mouth descending, her tongue tracing the head. 

“One more time,” she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. “And then, maybe, I’ll let you cum.”

Her mouth took me deep, her hand stroking in time, her throat tightening around me. I was lost, my body surrendering to her, my moans turning into incoherent pleas. She worked me relentlessly, her mouth and hand in perfect harmony, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Professor, I’m- I’m gonna- ”

Her mouth tightened around me, her hand speeding up, her tongue swirling in a way that made my vision blur. 

I cried out, my body tensing, every muscle straining as I teetered on the edge, my cock throbbing with an almost painful need.

“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a command. “Let it go.”

I shattered, my body convulsing, my cock pulsing as I came, my release hot and intense, my moans filling the room. 

Her mouth milked me, her hand squeezing gently, her tongue swirling as she drew every last drop from me. I was in ruins, my body limp, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally pulled away, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand stroking my chest, her eyes soft and admiring. 

She positioned herself above me, her scent enveloped me- a mix of her perfume, her skin, and something uniquely her that made my head spin. Her skirt hiked up, revealing she had nothing underneath, and I felt my breath hitch. 

She was a vision- her body perfectly framed by the soft light of the room, her full breasts rising and falling with her steady breaths.

She leaned back slightly, her hands resting on my chest, her eyes never leaving mine. 

“You’ve been a very good boy, Jungkook,” she said, her tone teasing yet filled with approval. “You deserve a reward.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Yes, Professor,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. 

The way she called me good boy made me feel both proud and submissive, a combination that only heightened my arousal.

“Eat me out properly,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with desire.

She hovered there for a moment, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes searching mine for any hesitation. I held her gaze, my eagerness evident, and she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction before lowering herself onto me.

The first touch of her warmth against my lips was electric. 

I groaned softly, my hands instinctively moving to her thighs, holding her in place as I began to explore her with my mouth. 

She tasted sweet, her arousal coating my tongue as I lapped at her eagerly. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, her moans filling the air as I worked my way deeper, my tongue tracing patterns against her sensitive flesh.

“Oh, Jungkook,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re so good at this. So eager to please me.”

Her words fueled my desire, and I moaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. 

She shifted slightly, her hips rocking against my mouth as she sought more friction, more pressure. I hummed softly, my hands squeezing her thighs gently, and she gasped, her nails digging into my scalp.

“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, her voice laced with dominance. “Do you like making me feel good?”

I nodded, my mouth still buried between her legs, and she laughed softly, a sound that was equal parts amusement and pleasure. 

“Answer me, Jungkook,” she commanded, her tone firm.

I lifted my head slightly, my lips brushing against her as I spoke. “Yes, Professor,” I murmured. “I love it. I love making you feel good.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Good boy,” she repeated, her voice a soft caress. “Now keep going. Make me cum.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. 

I dove back in, my tongue working tirelessly, my lips sucking gently as I focused on every inch of her. 

She was so responsive, her moans growing louder, her body trembling with each stroke of my tongue. Her hands tightened in my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth as she chased her release.

“Faster, Jungkook,” she panted, her voice urgent. 

I complied, my movements becoming more frantic, my mouth devouring her as she teetered on the edge. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her body tensing as she neared her climax. 

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, my tongue flicking, my lips sucking, until she finally shattered around me, her body convulsing as she cried out my name. Her hands clenched in my hair, her hips pressing down hard as she rode out her orgasm, her release coating my tongue. 

I drank her in, savoring her taste, her scent, the feel of her trembling body against mine.

When she finally stilled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she pushed herself up, her eyes wild with need. “I’m not done with you.”

Before I could protest, she slid down my body, her hands pushing my thighs apart. 

Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she straddled my hips, skirt bunching up to her waist. I could feel her warmth against my hardness, and I groaned, my hands reaching for her, only to be batted away.

“Hands to yourself, Jungkook,” she chided, her tone low and firm. “Or you won’t get to cum.”

I nodded, my chest heaving as she positioned herself above me, her hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to the table. 

Her eyes locked onto mine, full of challenge and desire, as she lowered herself onto me. I hissed at the sensation, my cock sliding into her tight heat, her walls clenching around me like a vice.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice rough. “You feel so good.”

She smirked, her hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Do I now? Tell me, Jungkook. How bad do you want to cum?”

“So bad,” I gasped, my body tensing as she rode me, her movements controlled, teasing. “Please, let me-”

“Not yet,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “You’re not in control here. I am.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I whimpered, my hips bucking against her. 

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing my chest, her lips hovering over mine. “You’re mine to play with, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “Yours.”

She pulled back, her hands gripping my shoulders as she increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent. I could feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short gasps, and I knew she was close.

“Cum for me,” I pleaded, my voice desperate. “Let me make you feel good.”

She shook her head, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Not yet. I’m going to edge you, Jungkook. Make you beg for it.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting a fire in my veins. 

She slowed her movements, her hips grinding against me in a torturous rhythm, pushing me to the brink but pulling back before I could climax. I groaned, my body trembling, my cock throbbing with need.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Let me cum.”

“She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “You’re so close, aren’t you? So desperate.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my hands gripping the table as she pushed me further, her body moving in a way that made me see stars. “Professor, I can’t-”

“Shh,” she soothed, her lips pressing against mine in a soft kiss. “I’ll help you.”

She quickened her pace, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine, and I felt her climax building, her walls fluttering around me. 

I groaned, my hips thrusting up to meet her, and she cried out, her head falling back as she came, her body shaking.

“Fuck,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “That feels so good.”

She rode out her orgasm, her movements slowing as she leaned against me, her breath ragged. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body still trembling from the force of her release.

“Your turn,” she whispered, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. “But only if you’re a good boy.”

I nodded eagerly, my body aching for release. She shifted, her hands gripping my hips as she guided my movements, her pace relentless. I groaned, my body tensing as I felt myself building, my cock throbbing with the promise of release.

“Y/N,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “I’m close.”

“Not yet,” she teased, her voice playful. “One more time. I want to hear you beg.”

I whimpered, my body trembling as she slowed her movements, pushing me to the edge once more. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Let me cum.”

She smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Yours,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “I’m yours, Professor. Please, let me cum.”

Her smile softened, and she leaned down, her lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now cum for me.”

Her words were my undoing. 

I cried out, my body arching as I climaxed, my cock pulsing inside her as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. 

She held me close, her hands stroking my hair as I rode out my orgasm, my body trembling with the intensity of it.

And then it was quiet.

The room hummed with leftover heat. My heartbeat still thundered in my chest.

I lay there, dazed and open, blinking up at the ceiling like it might know what came next.

She didn’t rush.

She just leaned down, her skin warm against mine, and kissed my collarbone- soft and slow.

Then she murmured in my ear, voice calm, unreadable:

“Don’t think this changes the rules.”

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Posted: 05/28/2025

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — kim leehan ,𓆝₊ ⊹

dear diary, manifesting an aquarium date with him!!

༉‧₊˚. soombee presents… Caught in the Current of You!

𓆝 𓆟 ���� in which .. you stumble upon your classmates’ band and immediately became attracted to the most oblivious man known to earth, who, of course, has no idea you exist beyond the accidental glances you share in chemistry

or .. you unexpectedly meet your realistically unrealistic crush at an aquarium, a chance encounter that shifts the tides and, maybe, just maybe, the currents of fate will finally bring you two together—only if leehan manages to catch on !

𓇼 pairing . kim donghyun (leehan) x yn (mostly as @dessi_dessi_d on ig!)

➻❥ incl. bonedo, kiof, aespa, trainee a, iland

𓇼 genre . m.sci major!leehan x bio major!yn , obvious x oblivious , artist x fan , “got it?” x “yes ma’am!!” , bonedo as a small band , fluff , crack , half smau + half written🪼

𓇼 warnings . curse words , sensitive jokes (kys, etc.)

𓇼 status . fin! :o

୨🪼୧ taglist (closed) ! @saintriots @yourmyst4r @sftsohee @httpenhoon @alisonyus @astrae4 @lynnimini @enhacolor @mari3s @voikiraz @yveol @sol3chu @saritahwang @kazemiya @kamfaye @meoriapeuda99 @1starqi @dylanobr1ens @lisaswifey

note/s : lowkey started rhis as a one shot but then the banner i made would be a waste so here we r 😮‍💨 ++ plot may be subjected to small changes ! (comment or ask if u wanna be tagged!!)

‘’🐚,, chapter catalogue !

profiles .. boynextdoor // divas (plus sangwon)

prologue ; fine shyt acquired

ch. 1 : fish facts & a lil chemistry

ch. 2 : ionic bonds

ch. 3 : when worlds collide

ch. 4 : sangwon is fakeness

ch. 5 : 𝓲 𝓯𝔀 𝔂𝓱𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂

ch. 6 : chemistry or chemistry ?!

ch. 7 : which could mean NOTHING

ch. 8 : there’s other fish in the sea =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

ch. 9 : checkmate !!

ch. 10 : what are we, kim donghyun?!

ch. 11 : #takeleehanback

ch. 12 : diva down!

ch. 13 : i sea us together forever

epilogue ; our forever <3

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[regressionschool]

daydreaming

Lillian sat hunched over her desk, the textbook open in front of her, highlighter in hand. Her brow furrowed as she reread the same paragraph for what felt like the tenth time. Chemical bonds... electron sharing... covalent… ionic... The words blurred together as her mind spiraled into a pit of stress.

“I just have to pass this final,” she muttered to herself, tapping the highlighter nervously against the page. “One last hurdle, and then I’m done. No more school, no more late-night cramming, no more—”´Her thoughts cut off as she exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. She glanced at the clock. 2:43 p.m. Time was ticking by, and the pressure in her chest only grew. She closed her eyes, imagining herself walking across a stage, diploma in hand. Freedom, she thought, her lips curling into a faint smile.

But when she opened her eyes, something felt… off. Her notebook, once filled with neat notes and chemical equations, now had colorful doodles of flowers and stars scribbled across the pages. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, but the doodles stayed. Even her handwriting had shifted into bubbly letters that looked like a child had scrawled them.

She glanced around her room, but it wasn’t her room anymore. The sleek desk was now a low plastic table with rounded edges. The chemistry textbook had disappeared, replaced by a stack of picture books.

 Her chair had transformed into a booster seat, and the smell of baby powder lingered faintly in the air. Her heart raced. "What’s going on?" she whispered, clutching her pencil—a fat, rubbery crayon now—in her hand. The door creaked open, and Lillian froze. Her daddy—well, she always called him “Daddy” in bed, but not like this—peeked his head in, his warm smile as reassuring as it was patronizing.

"How’s my little grad doing?" he asked, stepping into the room. He wore a calm expression, as if nothing about this situation was strange. He knelt beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You’ve been working so hard."

“Daddy,” Lillian stammered, her voice soft and shaky. “I… I was studying for my finals. Chemistry. I was just…” Daddy chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose. "Silly goose. You’ve already graduated, remember? You graduated regression school last week. Now you don’t have to worry about anything big or scary ever again." He leaned closer, his eyes softening. "But you do look like you might need a change. Let’s see."

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PLEASE tell me you're as disappointed as I am that there are ZERO Greek mythology references in this episode. All we got was Pavlova being Eros, which was visible from a mile away (and Eternal Sugar sends him to do a lot of her dirty work, which is what Aphrodite often did to Eros, so that's cool ig). What else is there? The ionic columns? Sugar's and the NPC's Hellenistic attire? That's all they gave us? Her area of Beast-Yeast is more like Alice in Wonderland than it is Mount Olympus. Would it have killed them to give us sugar satyrs? Sugar nymphs? Taffy harpies? A jello cyclops? Apparently it would, so they gave us these silly little ice cream doodad looking guys and these dumb candy caterpillars and a fucking sugar rainbow merry-go-round. Not even the upcoming Beast raid boss looks Greek, it's just a weird heart thing! Why not a gorgon with licorice snakes for hair, with each strand being a different color and flavor? Why not a Nemean lion with an impenetrable chocolate hide, so Hollyberry can take the role of Heracles, which she fits into a lot anyway? (They could've fit that into the little window between their first departure from the garden back into Beast-Yeast proper and Wildberry's sacrifice or something idk.) They didn't even reference the Lotus Eaters really, everyone was mostly able and willing to get up and leave after eating and drinking and resting! Nor was there a Hades and Persephone moment, with Sugar offering Holly a magical fruit that she would take and eat, not knowing it would shackle her to Sugar and the realm permanently. Holly didn't accidentally allow herself to be tricked into damning herself in her moment of weakness and doubt, she just got her shield destroyed and herself shoved into a mimic chest. Once again Devsisters takes the path of least resistance. Mystic Flour's and Burning Spice's areas were so fun, they took us somewhere new and different ("China" and "India"), now we're back to Christianity Part 2. We already had Christian symbolism with Shadow Milk, I don't want it again, I wanted Ancient Greece goddamn it (and I know it's TECHNICALLY still accurate because Greece is Christian and has been for millennia, but when I say Ancient Greece I mean the Greece that tended to hearths inside of all of its homes in honor of Hestia and never laid a hand on eagles because they were a symbol of Zeus, ykwim?)

I think a couple other Greek mythology references were present: the labyrinth referenced Theseus, and Hollyberry being locked in the box referenced Sisyphus trapping Thanatos in a box too if I’m not mistaken?

Other than that yeah not much. I was hoping we’d have more references the whole way through, and the examples you gave are really cool ideas! Still unsure why we got ice cream and candy enemies on rainbows instead of leaning more into mythical creatures. I know it emphasizes the sugary sweet paradise Sugar has but they didn’t go all in on the Hellenistic references 🥹

I can roll w the christian themes here because of the loose garden of Eden references, and as a fan of renaissance art there were a lot of Christian themes (ie. Putto, angels being depicted in classical Greek myths, etc) in them. If anything that’s what ES’s aesthetic might be going for, less pure greek mythology and more renaissance depictions of it. I’m more ehhh about the lack of rep, I wanted more lmao

Overall the ep felt like a lot and nothing happened at the same time… but I would love to see if the next chapter does more. Not disappointed with what we got though, just would’ve loved to see them lean in further. But that’s what fanon is for lol

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SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.

OR!! two secretly gay kpop idols who have been madly in love with each other for years rekindle their friendship and fail to realize that their love wasn't (and still isn't) one-sided.

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WARNINGS ✮ swearing, kys/kms jokes, death jokes, mental health jokes, etc.

INCLUDES ✮ all members of zerobaseone, xikers' hunter, 8turn's jaeyun, cha woongki, riize's anton, & nct's taeyong (changed from ta*il halfway through-- yn's name changes from moon yn to lee yn after update 10)

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02. co-hosts

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04. missing something - written

05. emotional support

06. gyuv

07. you're a goner

08. a simple hi

09. saturday - written

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11. comeback

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13. i never said i hated you

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15. an understanding. - written

16. what the hell

17. stage chemistry

18. just another scandal

19. boyfriends?

20. until the end

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[iamthepulta]

Differences between pyrite and chalcopyrite? (With pictures?) 👀👀

xD

Okay! Initial differences! Pyrite is FeS2. Chalcopyrite (creatively named) is CuFeS2. Pyrite is an almost silvery yellow on a fresh surface; chalcopyrite is more of a bronzy yellow. The difference is subtle, but once your eye is tuned, you can almost always pick out bits of chalcopyrite in a sea of pyrite.

Pyrite is a little harder when scratched and the cleavage of the minerals helps too: pyrite almost always breaks with glittering sharp edges unless it's pretty oxidized or weathered. chalcopyrite is rough, almost like a smear. I think it's much closer to looking like gold, than real fool's gold, tbh.

It's really hard for a camera to properly catch that glint, but I gave it a shot:

This sample is a good 50/50 Py-Cpy, and I think the portions that look smoother are simply weathering from the sample being passed around. But you can still see Py is almost... brighter. And on the left, there's a very clear crystal of straight yellow Cpy that stands out.

This is more typical copper ore material. I think this sample was nearly all disseminated Cpy. Not great for differentiating the Py-Cpy color, but you'll see this all the time.

I just really wanted to talk about this one, lol. LOOK IT'S SO COOL IF BLURRY. I think it's an IOCG (iron oxide copper gold deposit type) massive sulfide sample. The bronze in the far lower left is Cpy, but the red in the middle is specular hematite (hematite that formed from hydrothermal solution rather than oxidized at the surface). The majority of the rock is magnetite, and I think some of the brassy-silver color in the center is pyrrhotite.

Pyrrhotite is pyrite one step to the left: Fex-1S. Because there's less iron, the Fe2+ has a very slight positive charge, just like magnetite where the Fe2+ offsets the charge balance of the other Fe3+ and S ions.

ANYWAY, this rock is nuts and I can't wait to cut it open and stick it under the microprobe~

BEST FOR LAST~

This is massive disseminated chalcopyrite, but it's been sitting in the drawer for 20 years, I think. Pyrite and chalcopyrite really pop when weathered. So the gold-brown is Cpy, and the silver 'clast' on the edge is Py.

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Additional unnecessary but fun rambling about ore mineralogy:

Like, mineralogically I think the biggest difference is that Fe2+ is cubic and Cu1+Fe3+ is tetragonal so it can fit weirder stuff in. If you start thinking about the minerals as part of the whole, 1+/3+ ionic bonded and 2+ ionic bonded Things are the most stable position for metals to be in.

I love these minerals but whenever I want to describe them, the word that pops into my mind first is Evil. Pyrite and Chalcopyrite are fucking evil. xD

They're stable under a huge range of pressures, temperatures, and oxdiation/sulfidation states. Iron is 2+ in pyrite and 3+ in chalcopyrite, so you can substitute pretty much any 2+ or 1+ metallic ion in the Fe and Cu sites, and sulfur will happily substitute for any non-metal or metalloid.

This means you can have pyrite in your deposit, but it's pyrite with an abnormal amount of... idk, tellurium. And that will change the properties of your pyrite, but not pyrite itself. This is an 'abnormal impurity' until you form frohbergite, which is FeTe2. And BOTH do this. Both cpy and py are sliding scales for almost every single ion that fits.

So if you're trying to process chalcopyrite but you have a large silver impurity in the copper site, it might react poorly with the flotation chemicals we use to separate it from pyrite. Or maybe be harder to grind to the proper size, which will take up more energy. (This is gauged experimentally before they set up the processing circuit because that's a lot of money, and to some degree I'm exaggerating the effects. But a friend is also texting me right now asking how tellurium in pyrite will change oxidation rate, so impurities are a non-negligible factor.)

ANYWAY. Pyrite and chalcopyrite are fucking myths that should be abolished except they're fucking everywhere, so they never will be. Lol.

Chalcopyrite is more yellow. xD

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(as the thermodynamic pressure of oxygen in the system increases, ((not oxygen content)), you'll have greater minerals of oxidation. i.e. Magnetite Fe2+Fe3+O4 has an Fe2+ where Hematite has Fe3+O3, its 3+ is at a higher oxidation state. Pyrrhotite is low enough that it's just Fe2+.)

[thesmophorus]

THARGELIA:

coming up on may 4-5th 2025 (according to hellenion’s calendar) is the festival of Thargelia, dedicated to Artemis and Apollon. this post aims to very briefly go over the history of the festival and suggest some ways for modern hellenic polytheists to celebrate. (disclaimer: i am not an expert, nor an authority. my sources are cited at the end of the post. im just a nerd about ancient history)

WHAT IS THARGELIA?

Thargelia is an festival celebrated in Athens and many Ionic cities that takes place on the 6th and 7th of the Athenian month Thargelion. it is said that Artemis was born on the 6th and Apollon on the 7th, which is why the 6th/7th of each month is devoted to them. in the month of Thargelion, a special festival occurs that celebrates the first fruits of the harvest and purifies the city on these dates.

HOW WAS THARGELIA CELEBRATED?

This section will talk about Athens primarily, as it has the most sources. On the first day, the 6th of Thargelion, two pharmakoi ['loathsome' men, usually of lower status, that had previously been chosen to represent the Athenian men and women respectively as 'scapegoats' and taken care of by the polis until thargelia] were adorned in figs, processed around the city, then beaten with branches and driven out of the polis. Some scholars speculate they were treated more harshly than this at one time. This is a purification ritual -- "purification as a prerequisite of the new beginning" (Burkert 83). It also may perhaps focused on averting disease, as "the averter of threatening dangers is Apollo" (Burkert 265). For more on scapegoat rituals, see Bremmer's "Scapegoat Rituals in Ancient Greece."

Additionally, a ram was also sacrificed on the 6th to Demeter Chloe [Blooming; First, Green Shoots]; Burkert, however, suggests that "the harvest festival proper, thalysia, which cannot be fixed in the calendar, is a private celebration at which, amid much eating and drinking, Demeter and Dionysos are duly remembered in prayer and vows" (265). The presence of Demeter at this festival can be explained by its ties to the agricultural year, which rites of Demeter (at least loosely) link to. The second day is a day of celebration. Offerings were made to Apollon as a protector of the fields. An offering called the thargelos was prepared, which was a boiled grain dish or a form of bread. Children processed through the streets collecting gifts bearing an eiresione, a olive branch decorated with wool, breads, fruits, and little oil flasks. There was also a choral contest of men and boys, in which the winner was given a tripod to dedicate to Apollon in his nearby temple. It is also customary to introduce new members of the family on this day in honor of Apollon Patroos [Father; Ancestral God].

MODERN CELEBRATION: these are simply my suggestions on ways to celebrate this festival in the modern day; they are not hard and fast rules, instead only meant to give people ideas on ways to celebrate. i am approaching this from a recon lens and suggesting historically based offerings, but i always suggest you give what you have and are able to. adapt as you need for your circumstances!

On the 6th of Thargelion:

-Purification of the self and the home. Good day to clean and remove unwanted things. Purify with whatever method you prefer; I like the LABRYS Household Worship purification ritual.

-Make offerings to Artemis and Apollon for purification. Suggested offerings include libations of water, wine, olive oil, milk and honey, cakes, and breads. Historical hymn suggestions for Artemis are Homeric Hymns 9 and 27; Orphic Hymn 35; Callimachus Hymn 3. Historical hymn suggestions for Apollon are Homeric Hymns 3 (or a section of 3), 21, and 25; Orphic Hymn 33; Callimachus Hymn 2. -Make offerings to Demeter Chloe. Suggested offerings are water, olive oil, milk and honey, cakes and breads, fruits/vegetables, and votive offerings of rams. Votive offerings of rams can be drawn or sculpted out of clay and then destroyed (if desired). Historical hymn suggestions are Homeric Hymns 2 (or a section of 2) and 13; Orphic Hymn 39; Calimachus Hymn 6. On the 7th of Thargelion: -Make an eiresione. Things like yarn and beads can be used to decorate it. Get creative and have fun with it! Olive branches are traditional, but I personally like to incorporate my local ecology since olive trees don't grow where I live.

-Write a prayer, poem, or play music in honor of Apollon.

-Make offerings to Artemis and Apollon, especially under the epithets Alexikakos [Averter of Evil] or Patroos. Suggested offerings: breads or cakes to represent the thargelos, fruits/vegetables (especially those coming into season), libations of water, wine, olive oil, or milk and honey. Historical hymn suggestions are also the same as above. SOURCES: Hellenion.org, Thargelia. Burkert, Walter. "Greek Religion."

Smith, William. "A Dictionary of Greek and Roman Antiquities," perseus.edu.

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[outerwildsgeology]

I never realised how much geology overlapped with chemistry. Would you be able to talk a little bit more on bonds?

I'm curious about how you can have different mineral crystal structures maintaining themselves next to each other without each losing their individual properties.

If the connections in crystal structures are already strong, then to have multiple that are compatible enough to 'merge' to form a rock, the chances of that happening are so astronomical, it's kind of wild to imagine it happening organically!

I'm locked in. Thanks for the super detailed science writeup, looking forward to following along with the findings :)

Hey, assassiowl! Thank you so much for the ask, sorry it’s taken us so long to get to it! Neither of us are especially well-versed in chemistry, but we’ve done our best to answer this question with what we know of the basic concepts.

As mentioned in our What is a Rock? post, many of the properties of a mineral come from its atomic structure. The elements it’s made of, and how these atoms are arranged in three dimensional space, impact the shape, strength, porosity, permeability, etc. of the whole mineral. What we didn’t mention was how the type of bonds also matter! 

There are five major types of chemical bonds: ionic, covalent, metallic, van der Waals, and hydrogen. These can impact anything from mineral hardness to its melting point or electrical conductivity. Any given mineral can have many different bonds affecting its atoms. Quartz, which we used as an example in our previous post, is made up of silica tetrahedrons composed of oxygen and silicon atoms. These are held together in roughly equal parts by ionic and covalent bonds, so even within a single mineral, we have different forces at work to maintain its structure. These strong bonds are what make quartz such a hardy mineral!

Fig. 1: The two electric states of a silica tetrahedron (a) that either result in a covalent bond (b) or ionic bond (c) with other silica tetrahedrons. Image source.

These forces are always at play - have charged molecules next to each other, and they will interact in some way. When rocks are forming, it’s important to note that they aren’t inflexible - rocks are dynamic and able to rearrange themselves to accommodate stable molecular interactions! In igneous rocks, for example, which form from magmas, this happens when minerals crystalise independently in the melt. Some minerals crystalise out of magmas first, and float freely within the liquid magma body. As certain elements are used up, new minerals are made with the leftover elements. In this way, it’s less about “forcing” the minerals together to interact, and more about letting them naturally and organically arrange themselves into configurations that make “sense” with their compositions and preexisting chemical bonds.

Fig. 2: Bowen’s Reaction Series describes what order common silicate minerals will crystalise out of a magma. Elements such as iron and magnesium are used first, producing minerals such as olivine and pyroxene. Quartz, which only contains silica, will be the last to crystalise, forming when all other elements have been used up.

As you mentioned, minerals within rocks still do keep their own distinct properties, and the properties of all the minerals in a rock collectively contribute to the rock’s properties, too! If a rock is made up of platy, shingle-like minerals, it will also be very platy and split easily along planes! This is the case with schist, a metamorphic rock containing high amounts of micas. 

Fig. 3: Micas are platy minerals that break cleanly across horizontal planes, forming crystals reminiscent of the pages in a book. Schist, which is a metamorphic rock predominantly made of micas, exhibits similar breaking planes.

It helps to think of rocks as less of a homogenous object containing minerals and more of a patchwork of minerals that have been arranged into a stable structure, like a quilt. Each mineral remains distinct, but all of the minerals present, their compositions, bonds, and relative abundances, all contribute to how your final rock appears and behaves! We think it’s super cool that nature can produce such complexity seemingly spontaneously, and we hope you do too! It’s truly awesome what our universe can create, and hopefully we can share some more amazing examples in future posts.

Thank you for your interest! We’re so glad you’re enjoying the project so far!

See you in the next loop!  The OWGS Team

[awesomecitys-blog]

you ever think about the fact that Anakin has fought Dooku more than Obi-Wan has? like, Anakin has fought Dooku 7 times in over the course of the series, while Obi-Wan has a minuscule 3 and a 1/2 to 4 fights total. and that’s just the movies and the clone wars tv show, not any comic or book fights

starting with attack of the clones, Anakin and Obi-Wan each get one

then there’s the clone wars movie, which gives Anakin 2

then Anakin fights Dooku on Naboo for a total of 3 to Obi-Wan’s 1

next is when Dooku set-up a fake dinner to kidnap Palpatine, which gives Anakin 4 and Obi-Wan… well this is where it’s up to you and how pedantic you wish to be, cause Obi-Wan shows up just in time to help Anakin get Palpatine off of Dooku’s ship, but he didn’t really fight Dooku then and he wasn’t present for the fight up until that point, so it’s a 1/2 point for clashing lightsabers once and a full point if you’re pedantic and say that any lightsaber blade clash is grounds for a fight

point total: Anakin 4 Obi-Wan 1 and a 1/2 to 2

next is their battle with Dooku on the Pyke Syndicate home world, which is 5 for Anakin and 2 and a 1/2 to 3 for Obi-Wan

followed by Yoda’s vision, where Anakin fights Dooku alone for a total of 6 fights in Anakin’s favor

and then we all know the ionic Revenge of the Sith fight, bringing Anakin’s score to a grand total of 7 and Obi-Wan’s to 3 and a 1/2 to 4

there’s one comic in which Obi-Wan fights Dooku with a Jedi named Tiplee, which I didn’t count cause I don’t know enough about the comics, but if you want to count it, it brings Obi-Wan up to 4 and a 1/2 to 5. still low in comparison to Anakin

like, it’s weird how Anakin and Obi-Wan vs Dooku is so ionic, and it only happened 3 times in canon, 4 with being pedantic. it makes me laugh every time I think about it

[science-lover33]

🧪The sodium-potassium pump🧬

Greetings, Tumblr community! 🧠💡 Let's engage in a comprehensive exploration of the sodium-potassium pump, dissecting its molecular intricacies and elucidating its critical role in cellular homeostasis.

Introduction:

The sodium-potassium pump, residing within the cellular membrane, is an adenosine triphosphate (ATP)-dependent transmembrane protein pivotal for maintaining ionic balance. Its primary function is to actively transport three sodium ions out of the cell while concurrently importing two potassium ions.

Functional Mechanism:

In terms of mechanistic precision, the sodium-potassium pump operates as an ATPase enzyme, utilizing the energy derived from ATP hydrolysis. This primary active transport process involves sequential conformational changes within the pump's structure.

The process commences with the binding of intracellular sodium ions to high-affinity sites on the pump. Subsequent phosphorylation, facilitated by ATP, induces conformational alterations that render the pump receptive to extracellular potassium ions. This triggers dephosphorylation, allowing potassium ions to be released intracellularly.

This orchestrated ion exchange serves to uphold the electrochemical gradient across the cellular membrane, establishing and preserving the resting membrane potential. In essence, the sodium-potassium pump is the architect of the delicate balance between sodium and potassium concentrations.

Physiological Significance:

The physiological ramifications of this meticulous ion transport extend to neuronal excitability and osmoregulation. By contributing to the establishment of the resting membrane potential, the pump plays a pivotal role in regulating action potentials and facilitating the propagation of nerve impulses.

Additionally, the pump actively participates in cellular volume control through osmoregulation. Its influence on water movement prevents cellular swelling or shrinkage, underscoring its significance in maintaining cellular integrity.

For those seeking empirical validation, consider consulting the following authoritative sources:

1. **Alberts B, Johnson A, Lewis J, et al.** Molecular Biology of the Cell. 4th edition. New York: Garland Science; 2002. Section 11.3, The Plasma Membrane.

2. **Nelson DL, Cox MM.** Lehninger Principles of Biochemistry. 7th edition. New York: W.H. Freeman; 2017. Chapter 11, Active Transport and the Cytoskeleton.

3. **Lodish H, Berk A, Zipursky SL, et al.** Molecular Cell Biology. 4th edition. New York: W. H. Freeman; 2000. Section 15.1, The Transport of Small Molecules Across Membranes.

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Twyla Cachée (Part 2/2 of the Amber Virus!)

CW: BODY HORROR, also really bad animatic as I had to use my damn finger. So I’ve been holding this one back for a bit. And I will never finish this choppy as animatic lol.

(Rip poorly drawn and designed Lust)

Twyla Cachée is an anomaly originating from the UnderLust Au! She was a very up there performer, usually dancing in highly regarded venues. Along with being allusive, she is rather sly and cunning. She usually catches onto bullshit quickly and will just play along to reveal it at the worst time possible for the other person, so in other words she likes ‘toying’ with manipulative people. However now with the infection she tends to lash out more and becomes spaced out from bright lights (moth much?).

Twyla had broken through into the anti-void by accident one day through a secret rift in an alley way, wandering the anti-void they had found a rift revealing a secluded forest, with a distant ionic featured temple. Slowly wandering towards it from curiosity wandering if it was a sanctum of sorts, given there were creatures running around freely. Entering the temple they had come across Iliad, thinking it was strange at first as she had seemed awfully expectant for a visitor. Giving Twyla a tour through the rather looked after temple, despite the beautiful vegetation blooming in some areas. Seeing the drape over Iliad’s eye sockets they had questioned it only to be responded with that ‘it was part of her culture’ so they didn’t push further, since they didn’t know when or where they were. Yet the more they were around Iliad the more they noticed something was off, still playing along for their safety eventually the sun was starting to set. As Twyla mentioned this to Iliad, she seemed disheartened her overall demeanour dampening. Yet Twyla wanted to confirm one last thing, quickly lifting the drape, revealing her usual face, the sunlight hitting her eye sockets resulting in her infection to go rampant in the moment. Quickly batting Twyla down like a wild animal, getting toyed with like they were nothing. Eventually knocking their soul out, slowly piercing it as Iliad sunk her teeth into the bottom, their soul turning from white to a tainted yellow.

Twyla struggles with the infection at first, often giving them ‘head-splitting’ headaches. Transfiguring their horns into mandibles, and splitting their skull. However, this doesn’t stop Twyla returning to UnderLust, still performing until they were found out. (Animatic) Twyla seems mostly annoyed or stuck to their phone now, hiding in different au’s where they deem suitable for themselves. Twyla’s tail can easily hook and drag things, being surprisingly sturdy, and given their claws are thicker on their hands than their feet they can do a reasonable amount of damage. (Also similar to Iliad, Twyla only walks on the front of their feet, but this is caused from excessive wearing of high heel boots or using their feet to push more.)

how act when triggered + how it’s triggered:

Twyla’s main infection probably has the worst spot, the centre of their rib cage, resulting in the eye at the front. (It remains inside their ecto-body) Twyla will often wear accessories over this area but cannot cover it as not only can they feel it, but they also partially see through it, so the accessories are to not only disguise it, but also to deflect attention. The virus caused their eye-sockets to turn amber colour, the pale yellow ombré seems to faintly resemble their ‘pupils’. Their vision is affected by this, yet compared to Iliad their infection is much more insect like.

To trigger their infection direct prolonged eye contact must be made with the hidden eye in their chest. Resulting in the immediate opening of their skull and neck vertebrae, dropping to all fours, their belly up, as they get ready to snatch you with their mandible horns, which can decapitate. In the neck vertebrae there is a stinger (don’t ask how it fits because I don’t know) this will lodge into the victim, also acting like hook if they are eating, (it looks seriously fucked up when they eat when the virus is triggered.) the teeth along the mouth are retractable to disguise better, also if provoked emotionally the skull will slightly split so the eye inside the skull can see more clearly. A warning sign can usually be Twyla starting to tap their foot, their tail lashes towards itself, or their skull starts to creak. Also for funnies, their eye sockets glow. Twyla cannot handle the cold at all, and has a irrational fear of nutcrackers.

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