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𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔭𝔢𝔱 | Mingi x reader

Pairing: Professor Mingi x cam girl | student reader Summary: You hated Professor Song Mingi wholeheartedly. He was young, successful, too handsome to benefit himself, and сonfident as the devil himself. The living embodiment of all your red flags - 10 out of 10 on the "rich, narcissist, idiot" list. At the same time, Song Mingi was the sexiest, most gorgeous man you'd ever seen. But what will you do when Professor Song discovers your dirty little secret? And that he might be too interested in giving you a private lesson in good manners? Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, University!AU, Sex Work!AU, Non-idol!AU, sugar daddy, student х teacher, forbidden relationships, cam girl. Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI Word count: 10.3 k Warnings: Unprotected sex, stomach bulge, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, face fucking, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, masturbation, humiliation, blow jobs, rough oral, power play, spanking, orgasm delay, sex toys (dildo, sex machine), sex work and more. net: @cultofdionysusnet A|N: This ff has been in my drafts for a very long time and was supposed to be a really sweet "gift" for my bunnies. But for various reasons, it didn't turn out the way I had planned, and I'm personally not entirely happy with what I've written. But I tried too hard, so I'm posting it. I hope that the bunnies will be pleased with the amount of debauchery and lust that I am about to offer you.

Bunnies, Professor Song is waiting for you in the lecture hall.

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity

The real life of a student is not always as fun and glamorous as it might seem at first glance. If you think university life is an endless whirlwind of parties and passionate romances, then I'm sorry to disappoint you. Student life is nothing more than tonnes of homework, endless stress, and litres of coffee, which you probably drink on an empty stomach because you've been up all night studying for the next 'ultra-important' lesson, and of course impossibly annoying and boring professors who seem to be just waiting for the moment to ruin your life. So when there was an announcement at the beginning of the new term that your group would have a new French literature professor, you were completely oblivious. Your previous professor had been a boring, retired man with an unhealthy obsession with young female students and cigarettes who always left his classroom reeking of tobacco, so you didn't expect much from another 'amazing' professor. But, God, you were wrong. Professor Song Mingi was maybe, just maybe, the most handsome and attractive man you had ever seen in your life. With his elegant and chiselled features, he could definitely pass for a haute couture model. His body was an art form in itself and the hottest topic of discussion in the entire university, not only among the crowd of blushing girls in love but also among the female faculty members.

The way his perfectly pressed classic shirts fit his broad-shouldered, muscular body and the tight, expensive fabric of his pants tightened over his thick, juicy thighs, outlining every muscle, could leave no one indifferent, and even you gave in to the temptation of checking his Instagram profile, especially on lonely evenings. In your defence, you weren't the only one who started fondling herself when thinking of Professor Song Mingi. After all, how could you resist when the man was literally a walking list of the categories on Pornhub? But while Professor Song was a wet dream come to life, he was also the biggest jerk you've ever met. And there were more than a few of them. He was 10 out of 10 on your red flag list: arrogant, narcissistic, annoying, and impossibly self-centred. The world seemed to revolve around him as he looked down on everyone from his lofty perch.

Seriously, every time you thought he couldn't be more handsome and sexy, Mingi would rush out to prove otherwise, driving everyone around him crazy, but in the process, you found even more horrible traits that both excited you and made you hate him with all your heart.

And it seemed that you weren't the only one to feel hatred and resentment, as Professor Song, for reasons unknown to you, decided to make your life a living hell, infuriating you with his every word and action. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't live up to Mingi's high standards, and you always ended up at the very bottom of his class. In all seriousness, the man treated you as if he had the proverbial stick in his arse 24 hours a day. But God, that arse, if you had the chance, you would have loved to sink your teeth into it. It was juicy and firm, and it just created an irresistible urge to hold it in your palms and pull his body closer as Professor Song fucked you hard into the mattress. All in all, if Mingi had been able to hold his lectures standing with his back to the students all the time, as a good student, you would have wanted a seat in the front row, but hell, that was a pipe dream because Professor Song Mingi found a new way to drive you to hysteria every time.

It was really fucked up; you were rewriting your report for the third time, and it looked like you were going to keep on doing it for an indefinite amount of time. It didn't matter to Professor Song that everyone who read your report praised what you said and thought or that you spent a lot of time writing it, sacrificing sleep and nerve cells. But it seemed that nothing could live up to Mingi's standards, which no mortal could ever hope to reach—except for himself, of course.

"Your report lacks depth and understanding of the subject; I'm afraid you weren't paying enough attention while I lectured, Y/N. Did you have more important things to do than listen? Your report is not very good for a student in the third year. I am going to have to ask you to make significant changes; otherwise, you will not be able to pass in my class. Don't let me down this time, or I'll have to take even more serious measures against you."

As if all you ever thought about was being a good girl for him, slobbering all over him, and giving him obedient nods. He can go fuck himself. You hated Song Mingi so much.

French literature was always the first class of the day on a Friday, and it was absolutely terrible. After listening to Professor Song lecture for two hours in his deep, pornographic voice, you usually spend the rest of the day looking grumpy and depressed. And to top it all off, Mingi decided to wear one of his most stunning black designer classic shirts today, in which he unbuttoned a few buttons so that everyone around him could admire his stunningly smooth skin, which you wanted to lick. You swear that this man is a true spawn of hell, sent to earth to be your tormentor and sexual frustration. Needless to say, as well as he ruining your mood, your panties were hopelessly ruined by the sticky juices that tickled your labia whenever you moved.

"Good, at least this day is finally over." You mutter tiredly to yourself as you enter the dormitory that you share with your best friend, who you can't seem to see anywhere at the moment, which is understandable since it's Friday.

Shit, it's Friday; how could you forget it? Damned Professor Song Mingi. You forgot you were supposed to be streaming tonight because you were so caught up in the whole situation.

You hadn't planned to do this all along. It was just a one-time thing to pay off some debts, but money is a real drug that you get addicted to too quickly. But it wasn't just the money; it was the attention. The huge amount of attention you got from your followers was so sweet and exciting that it was impossible to refuse. So, like most other poor girls, it was no surprise that you got sucked into sex work and webcamming too quickly. It was good money that paid your way through university and your way of life without much thought for the future. You received thousands of comments from people who were desperate to fuck that pretty pink cunt of yours, as they had always told you, or to do many other lewd and horrible things to you. You weren't ashamed to admit that you had always been an attention whore, and their words and praise made you want more. It gave you confidence in your body and gave you immense power over those on the other side of the screen, just because of your well-groomed little cunt.

With an excited smile on your face, you walk to your room and remember the package that was delivered to you this morning. A very special gift that you are hoping will be the highlight of this evening's stream. You give a slight squeak as you see a beautiful black box made of heavy, expensive cardboard sitting in the middle of your bed, with a small envelope on top of it. You pick it up, sit down on the bed, and bite your plump lower lip in anticipation. The envelope looks like it came from one of those books of gothic literature that you love so much. It's as black as the box it came in, with a blood-red wax seal in the middle.

As you carefully remove the seal, revealing the small note inside, your whole body subconsciously warms.

"I hope this will make you think of me, doll." Le Maître

The white ink on the black matte paper looks too formal, and you're a little disappointed that the note isn't handwritten. But just to be on the safe side, there's no hint as to who the mysterious sender of the parcel might be. After all, for your own safety, you had to accept the parcel under a made-up pseudonym.

Le Maître. You practically squealed like a schoolgirl when this user first appeared in your paid private chatroom after one of your streams. There were a few other people there, but Le Maître was different; he was regal and bossy to you despite the fact that he paid to jerk off on your body. He was your number one viewer, attending every stream, sending you huge amounts of money, and complimenting and praising you. By now, you can definitely see that you've developed an unhealthy obsession with praise ever since the first time he referred to you as his "good girl."

Just a few days ago, he sent you a text message saying that he wanted to do something special for you—a little gift in celebration of the fact that your account now has over 25,000 subscribers. The gorgeous gift box on your lap is a special gift, and you have an inkling of what's inside the decadent scarlet corrugated paper. You impatiently rifle through the layers of wrapping paper and gasp when you see what you have received—a little sex machine. As you inspect the shiny, erotic pleasure device, you notice a small piece of paper attached to the sturdy, mechanical body of the machine. "A special gift for my angel, who already has more than 25,000 subscriptions. You are such a sweet girl. Please use it in your next stream so your Maître can see it. P.S. I have a controller, Dolly."

You swallow loudly, feeling a nervous shiver run through your body and heat build in the pit of your stomach; you're sure your pussy is already wet with a strangely arousing anticipation, juices dripping down the quivering folds onto your lace panties. Fuck, he's really going to fuck you, thanks to this sex machine. Your attention will be drawn to the large dildo that is attached to the mechanism. It's thick and long, with lots of veins running down the shaft, mimicking the swollen veins on a real cock. It's cold and textured to the touch, and you can imagine how shiny and smooth it will be when your cum runs down it. You squeeze your thighs together in excitement, looking forward to using it tonight and putting on a show for your audience that they won't forget for a very long time. You put your 'gift' to one side and get out of bed to get ready for your weekly stream.

"Hello, bunnies! Are you ready for this evening?" You chirp, your voice sweet and luscious with a slightly childish, innocent tone, as you shyly rub the strap of your sheer lace lingerie. "Tonight I'm going to show you something different from my usual show; as you all know, by now I've reached 25,000 followers." You fidget slightly on the bed, twirling a strand of your long hair around your finger. You purse your lips, knowing that the shimmering lip gloss makes your mouth look just fuckable.

The mini-sex machine is standing on a pouffe out of the camera's view, and you take a deep breath to calm your excitement before you lean closer to the camera so that everyone can see your face and how plump and juicy your tits look in that bra. Luckily, this site doesn't allow screenshots and will quickly ban any user who dares to do so; otherwise, you could be in big trouble.

"You're all so nice to me; you deserve to enjoy my face. Today, I'd like to be a little closer to you. Don't I look especially pretty today?"

One by one, the comments come in, and you giggle at everyone's excitement.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful." "I want to cum on that pretty face of yours, baby." "Your face is making me so horny, sweetie." "These lips are made to suck cock." "You're so pretty; are you going to be an obedient kitty for Daddy?"

We all have our own dirty little secret that we carefully hide, and it happened that the secret of the seemingly arrogant and fastidious Professor Song Mingi was that his regular nightly routine involved watching livestreams of pretty webcam girls with small, tight pussies. A man has needs; sue him for that, and being so busy with work and surrounded by a crowd of hormonal, giggling university students every day, he doesn't have the time or energy to find a connection. And Mingi doubted that anyone could satisfy his sexual appetite. He had always been overly demanding in everything he did, and sex was no exception. Mingi wanted to find a perfect little doll who he could fuck and spoil as much as he wanted; he needed a sweet mouth and free access to a tiny pussy, and in return, he would be happy to give the cute doll his black credit card.

One evening, he found one who immediately caught his attention, and not just because of her pretty, juicy tits and doll-like, shiny mouth, while he was browsing through the numerous profiles of various girls. You were so adorable and innocent-looking, but completely slutty. It was an instant match made in heaven for Mingi. Imagine his surprise when he saw you the first day he started working at the university. You were his student, his sweet little student, the girl he had shameless fantasies about all the time. He thought that he should feel disgusted with himself, or at least ashamed, but to be honest, Mingi didn't care; your cunt was pink and tight, and that was enough to make him forget all sense of decency.

Mingi doesn't know how he feels about it, but the way his cock gets hard just at the sight of you means he'll be getting his money's worth and enjoying the show. His classic black shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his embossed abs and golden, luscious skin dripping with sweat. He unzips his trousers and pulls out his big, throbbing cock, which jerks at the sight of you in the slutty lingerie you have bought with his money. He hisses softly, biting his plump lower lip, his eyes fixed on the cleft between your tits. Mingi desperately wants to fuck your breasts.

"Someone very special has sent me a beautiful gift, my darlings, and I am definitely going to make use of it today." Your cheeks are burning from all the lewd comments, but it is only turning you on more and more, making your pussy even wetter and more needy.

You sit down on the bed, bend down until you can't see the chatter, and pull the ottoman between your legs to the edge of the bed. The sound of the incoming tips becomes loud and constant as soon as the erotic device appears in the frame.

Mingi slowly strokes his thick, veiny member with his hand, clutching the small sex machine controller in his other large hand. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to be the one to destroy your pretty pussy with his cock. His dark eyes bore into yours as he bit down hard on his lower lip and used the pad of his thumb to circle the already-leaking red head of his cock. If only he were able to fuck you right now.

You take a bottle of vanilla lube and smear it on the dildo, moaning loudly as you run your hand from the base to the head several times, tracing the ridges with your fingers to simulate veins, imagining that this is the dick of a certain professor. God, you hate and adore Professor Song at the same time; he is the star of all your most depraved and vulgar fantasies, which is why you always cum so hard and profusely. Fortunately, when you collapse during your orgasm, you have enough control over your mouth to keep from moaning his name.

With your other hand, you pull your pretty panties aside and run your fingers through your wet folds, spreading them slightly and showing off your wetness.

"Fuck, your pussy is so nice." "You've played with yourself before; you're already so wet." "Give me a lick of your pussy, angel."

The comments go on and on, as do the messages about the tips while you are gently massaging your pussy. You close your eyes, bite your lip and let out a soft moan as the pad of your middle finger makes contact with your sensitive clit.

"Damn it, I wish I could have your fingers playing with my pussy right now," you whine. Your free hand pulls down your bra straps, exposing your breasts to the camera, your nipples hardening with growing pleasure. You take the nipple between your fingers and gently twist and pull at it. Your pussy is leaking, the transparent, viscous mucus enveloping your fingers, making them shiny and smooth, and running down your milky thighs, leaving a wet, cold trail.

You imagine Professor Song's long fingers penetrating you, stretching your tight hole, and preparing you for the insertion of his dick into your pussy. Mingi has breathtakingly beautiful hands—wide palms, thick, long fingers, always adorned with rings and bracelets. Fuck, just to feel those rings inside you, pressing against the silky hot walls of your pussy, you would do anything. You circle your fingers around the wet, quivering edge of your hole before you slip two fingers inside, your soft walls tightening around them in an instant. Your other hand stops playing with your nipples and reaches out for the toy that is about to fuck you to death.

Your breathing becomes uneven, your chest rising and falling with your moans and gasps. Your fingers run over the silky walls of your pussy a couple of times before you start to fuck yourself to death at a fast and furious pace. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you stick out your tongue and let it drip onto your naked tits.

You know the effect you have on your audience; they love seeing someone so sweet and angelic looking like a slutty whore, and to get more praise and tips, you pull your fingers out of your cunt and slap your pussy with them. The loud signal of the incoming tip is echoed by the wet, disgusting sound of your hand touching your skin.

"Oh daddy, I want your cock so bad; my pussy is throbbing for you," you say. You hold your fingers up to the camera to show how wet they are with your slick. "I'm such a sweet Daddy; I want you to eat me up. I promise I'll come on your tongue like a good girl." You put your fingers in your mouth; you lick them, suck them, and slurp around them. The moans you make sound more like whimpering than something soft and melodic.

On the other side of the screen, Mingi is moaning in a guttural way as he leans back in the big leather chair in his home office, squeezing and massaging his balls as he enjoys the wet slurping sounds that you are making. His cock is pressed against his hard belly, the viscous pre-cum dripping from the head of it and flowing between the reliefs of his abs. His eyes roll back in his head as he imagines fucking your cunt with his nimble fingers, stretching your tight little hole in preparation for his hard fucking. You will be moaning loudly and writhing as your juices flood his hand and run down his sinewy forearm.

You get on your knees on the bed and adjust the toy so that it's right in front of your dripping hole, holding your knickers so that they don't block the view of your pussy. You are already looking so messed up. A long string of mucus is coming out of your hole, straight onto the toy, and the strokes are coming in at a crazy rate. You look straight into the camera with your big innocent eyes; your lips are pouting sweetly. Mingi hisses at this, grabs his dick, and squeezes it several times. The fingers of his other hand are flicking the switch on the controller of the sex machine.

"Please, sir, I've been such a good girl for you. Are you going to fuck me now?" You are licking your lips with the tip of your tongue, and you are lowering your pussy down onto the artificial dick. The silicone is cold and smooth, and the contrast in temperature between it and your hot pussy makes you moan loudly and for a long time.

Mingi growls, the desire coursing through him as he hears the respectful title that falls from your plump lips, in the same way that you address him as "Sir" in class when you turn up for his lecture, and it drives him mad. He turns the dial, and the car comes to life and begins to move. Your eyes lose their focus, and your mouth falls open as the toy begins to move inside of you. Your fingers spread your labia, and you show the audience how the dildo is slowly stretching your tight little hole. The size of the toy is huge, despite the artificial penis being cold and lifeless, but that doesn't change the fact that it is tearing you apart. Your legs tremble as you try to maintain a stable position on the bed. Your toes curl as you begin to play with your swollen, sensitive clit, stimulating yourself further and causing more of the sticky, slippery fluid to gush out of you.

Mingi watched intently through the screen as you writhed and moaned; the toy was finally buried completely inside you, and he could see its impressive size causing your belly to bulge. Damn it! He can bet his bottom dollar that the silicone head of the dick is in direct contact with your cervix. When he sees how greedily your cunt swallows the toy, his predatory dark eyes flash, and he swallows noisily. You can take his cock like a good girl, and he'll see to it that it happens soon. Even though this toy is much bigger than any you've fucked your cunt with in previous streams, Mingi doesn't give you time to get used to its size. But he knows that in reality, you are an absolute slut who lives for the cock and that you can easily take anything that is given to you.

The sex machine picks up speed, and you scream loudly as you feel the fake veins on the dildo drag along the walls of your body with every mechanical movement—your hands cupping and massaging your breasts, your fingers pinching your swollen nipples. The pleasure coursing through your veins, your moans growing louder by the minute, and your head falling back. Your thoughts turn to Professor Song, of course.

God, that man—the way your body has reacted to him has been completely abnormal. Professor Song Mingi is an absolute asshole, and all he does is bully you and ruin your grades. But fuck, you wanted it so much—to destroy your pussy with his dick. You hate every part of his gorgeous appearance—that stupid long hair, a weird shade of orange that looks damn good on him, those sharp fox eyes that always look at you with judgement. There's such disgust and contempt in his eyes; it's like he's saying, "You're a worthless whore," and God, you really want him to address you like that, especially in that porn voice that makes your pussy leak.

Under your fingers, what will his hair feel like? Will it be as soft to the touch as it is to the eye? What will his eyes be like? Will they be filled with unbridled hunger as his long, slick tongue flicks across your clit? Will his deep voice vibrate against your skin as he moans softly and tastes you in his mouth? Will his big, rough hands be gripping your hips, digging their fingers into the soft flesh until you're bruised and scratched, holding you still as he buries his face in your cunt as if he couldn't live without it for a single day? All these vivid erotic images flash through your brain, the constant beeping of the donors just background noise as you imagine your professor's deep, velvety voice commanding you to cum.

"Wish you could fuck me now. Oh fuck! Please, sir, fuck your pretty little doll properly." You moan loudly as the speed of the sex machine increases, all the words blending together. The whirring sound of the machine synchronises with the rapid beating of your heart as the silicone cock thrusts into you, lewd squelching fills the room, and your moans and cries become longer and more pitiful, like a cat in heat, as your orgasm begins to build rapidly.

"Oh sir, I'm thinking about the way your dick is sliding between my legs. Is it as thick and as big as this toy? Are you going to feed your doll with your cum?"

There are few things in this world that can make Professor Song Mingi lose his balance, but the sight of his cute little student fucking her dripping, plump cunt with the toy he has given her is definitely the one thing that makes his jaw drop. You are fucking beautiful, a real doll that Mingi would like to sit on a velvet cushion in his house and admire like a work of art. He knows you're about to come—your cheeks are flushed, your lips are parted in a perfect orgasmic "oh," your trembling little hand reaches for your clit to rub the throbbing bundle of nerves and bring you to the desired climax, and your eyes are so closed you can hardly see.

Mingi's hand glides a little faster over his dick; it's slippery and shiny with the sperm that leaks out of it. At the same pace as you rub your aching clit, Mingi makes sharp, quick circles with his palm around his cock.

"Fuck!" Mingi growls as he grips the arm of the chair and pushes his hips into his hand, the massive bracelets around his wrist clanking as his hand comes down hard on his cock. As the sex machine fucks you hard and fast at top speed, the controller is forgotten on the table next to his laptop. Your piercing moans are music to his ears, and the way your thighs subtly tremble shows the immense pleasure he is indirectly giving you. Your head is thrown back, exposing your neck, and your hips roll on the toy, the juices from your vagina running down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you, your juicy, plump tits bouncing with the movement of the sex machine.

"Sir, Daddy, please! Can I cum for you? Please let me come for you! I've been such a good girl for you!" You are shaking all over, your orgasm is growing stronger with each passing second, and you know that it is going to be amazing. The palm of your hand is slapping your pussy again, and the sounds of tipping over are coming with renewed force. What fucking perverts!

When he realises the effect he is having on you without even touching you, a tingle runs down Mingi's spine. He has complete control over your orgasm, and you will do whatever he wants without him interfering in your real life.

"Come for me, my doll." His voice is dark and deep, despite the force with which he fucks his hand, the leather chair creaking from the powerful thrusts of his thick, meaty thighs. As if you can hear him, you pinch your clit sharply and squeal deafeningly, your body shaking in small convulsions as you cum on a toy you imagine is Professor Song's dick. The walls of your pussy contract as you try to hold the fake cock inside you as you ride out your orgasm.

Mingi cum right after you, moaning gutturally, his eyes rolling back in his head as streams of cum spray onto his thighs and abs, his mind clouded by the orgasm, and he completely forgets that he hasn't turned off the toy that continues to mercilessly stuff your cunt. His attention is drawn back to you when he hears you squealing pitifully, the tears rolling down your face and smearing your make-up, and Mingi finds himself thinking that he would like to see the same look on your face when his dick is deep down in your throat.

"Oh my God, s-sir, turn it off! Please, I can't... Oh, bloody hell! Sir, I beg you..." You scream, the tears streaming freely down your face as the sex machine continues to fill your pussy with cock like there is no tomorrow, your hands gripping the sheets as the sensory overload washes over your body like a tidal wave.

Mingi looks at you with hunger and animal lust as he watches the toy abuse your used, dripping cunt. Of course, he could turn it off if he wanted to, but he doesn't because he knows that you could just lie back on the bed and put an end to your supposed agony, but you don't want to.

He gives you a devilish grin and licks his lips as he watches the fat tears roll down your flushed cheeks as you beg him to make it stop. Your whole body glistens with a subtle sheen of sweat, and as Mingi has watched your body countless times, he knows every reaction of yours—you will cum for him; he is sure of it.

"Oh god, damn, damn! I'm going to cum again, Daddy." You let out another loud squeal, your back arching as you come for the second time that night, and this time a clear stream of liquid shoots out of your pussy, soaking the sheets even more. The tipping sounds are louder than they were before, and if there was an audience in your room, they would definitely enjoy watching you squirt over and over again. Damn, you really put on a show for them that they won't forget in a hurry.

Mingi smiles with satisfaction and strokes his cock once more, this time prolonging his pleasure with lazy strokes as he watches you whimpering and twitching with the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm. He is kind enough to put an end to your torment by picking up the controller unit from the table and turning off the sex machine. The loud mechanical whirring ceases as the toy stops fucking you. You slowly rise from your seat, the thick dildo sliding out of your pussy—glossy and wet with your essence. You whimper quietly, still too sensitive, your chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths. The next thing you do is make Mingi sink teeth into his lower lip until it starts to bleed.

"Let me clean you, Daddy; you have been so good to me today. My cunt feels so warm and full." Your pretty, plump lips wrap around the fake cock's head, smacking sweetly before shoving the larger half of the toy into your mouth, sucking and licking with your tongue like a real cock. After tasting the juices running down the length of the silicone, you close your eyes and moan.

Your brain forms images of how you would do this to Mingi, choking on his cock, swallowing it to the base, tickling his balls with the tip of your tongue; sucking him like a good girl, licking every swollen vein along its huge velvety length, and you know Professor Song has a big, thick dick. You think about how he will grab your hips, slap your butt cheeks hard, and penetrate your needy, horny cunt with one hard thrust until his balls are slapping against your ass. Fuck, you really want Professor Song to destroy you, and this desire almost overshadows the hatred you feel for this man.

Snap back to reality, and you're practically crawling over to your laptop with innocent, tear-stained eyes before pulling the toy out of your mouth with a wet pop and smiling brightly at the camera as if you hadn't just been ruined by a silicone dick. Your mouth is shiny and wet from a mixture of saliva, sticky pink lip gloss, and your juices.

"Fuck, that was so hot."

"I'd like you to splash on my cock as well, honey."

"Wow, baby, I didn't know you could do that. Will you squirt on my face if I pay you?"

"I want to cum in your cunt so bad, sweet cheeks, daddy must keep you full and pretty with his cum."

"You're so fucking beautiful, angel, I'll jerk off on your face every night."

"That was your best stream ever, princess."

All these comments are making you giggle. Men are really just horny animals; show them a nice pussy and they will be at your feet.

You spend some time interacting with the public, reading comments, and showing off your new toys and lingerie that you bought with the money you made from streaming. The cursor hovers over the bright red button, and before you press it to end the broadcast, you look straight into the camera, first slowly licking your lips, then slightly tilting your head to the side with the sweetest expression on your cute little face. It may seem that you are talking to all the viewers, but in fact you are talking to just one man, Le Maître.

"I hope you have enjoyed today's show, sir, and that you have had a lot of fun. But I really want you to use your real dick to make me cum and squirt so hard. I really, really want you to fuck me in real life, Daddy." You kissed and winked at everyone, and you finally finished your show.

Mingi couldn't sleep at all that night; after the show, he jerked off two or three more times, even using an artificial pussy, imagining he was fucking you instead of a cold silicone toy. He came so much that his cum was everywhere, even landing on his luxurious diamond-encrusted Rolex.

In contrast to your restless, overheated professor, you fell asleep almost immediately—tired and satisfied—from an amazing orgasm and from a huge amount of money that fell into your bank account after the stream had ended. Of course, your Le Maître was the biggest donor of all.

Next Friday

"I expect all of you to take this course more seriously and to have your homework done by Monday. From next week, there will be three more lectures on French literature in your course, so don't be a disappointment to me. The class is dismissed."

You sigh heavily, already anticipating the torment the extra pairings with Professor Song will bring you. Fuck, you hate him so much, but the sight of his thighs in those tight trousers should be illegal. That's a real crime against humanity. You gather your things and hope to get out of the stuffy lecture hall, which now always has the smell of pure sex—Professor Song's perfume. If you didn't know any better, you'd be thinking that the man was literally bathing in an aphrodisiac, because it's just not real to smell like that. You never thought you'd be turned on by someone else's perfume, but here we are, drooling on the floor at the incredibly sexy scent that Professor Song Mingi wears like a second skin. Sometimes you wonder: Does the bitch know how attractive he is? But he does, and he uses it to his advantage, judging by that smug, arrogant grin that always sits on those plump, sensual lips.

You are just about to leave when you hear his deep, husky voice calling out your name. Oh no, not now.

"I'd like to talk to you about your performance, Y/N." Mingi begins to speak slowly, stretching out the letters and putting emphasis on the last word. There is definitely a certain ambiguity in all this, which you can't quite make out. "What can you tell me about it?" He walks around his desk, leans his gorgeous butt against it, and crosses his arms over his chest. His poor shirt buttons try harder than the devil on a good day.

You tilt your head to the side in confusion and walk down the stairs, authematic, to be closer to him. Why is he asking you that now? Damn, he always finds the perfect time to throw you off balance. Your heart races, and you try to ground yourself, thinking about what an idiot he is and what strange things could be going on in that beautiful head of his. You struggled to read him; his stunning model face always had this arrogant royal expression that completely failed to convey his true feelings, so every time you talked to him, it was like playing with a big cat.

"I think I'm all right, Sir. Why are you asking?" You stammer slightly, but when you hear Mingi's deep moaning, all your mental scolding about your nervousness quickly fades away. You stare at him with your eyes wide open in an attempt to comprehend what the hell is going on. Your eyes focus on Professor Song. The way your narcissistic jerk of a professor shamelessly adjusts his trousers, which now show a very noticeable bulge in his crotch.

Before you know it, you're standing right in front of him, and your nervousness has returned with a vengeance. He's even more handsome up close—classic glasses perched on the bridge of his perfect nose, his long fingers reaching up to remove them and place them on the table. He stares at you with his dark fox eyes, towering over your petite frame, as he carefully pulls the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows, revealing the massive bracelets around his wrists and the bulging veins on his forearms. God, does he have any idea of the effect this has on you? Too afraid to look him in the eye, you cast a glance at the small cross around his neck.

"Yes, you're doing very well. Too well, actually, aren't you, Y/N?" As his thumb runs down your soft cheek, tracing the outline of your mouth lower until he slides it between your parted lips, you almost gasp and feel like you're going to faint. You don't hear anything but your heart pounding in your ears. It feels like it's about to burst out of your chest. You stare at him helplessly as he presses the pad of his finger against your tongue, stroking it lightly. A devilish grin appears on his plump lips, replacing his usual bitchy expression with something more sinister and dangerous. "Such a beautiful little dolly, aren't you? So skilled with your fingers, so good with that pretty little doll mouth of yours, and you definitely know how to serve that little cunt of yours perfectly." Mingi whispers as he leans closer to you, his other hand reaching under your skirt and squeezing your bare bottom. Fuck, you definitely shouldn't have worn a thong today. "I'm sure you're playing with your sweet bottom, too, bunny." He continues to rub his thumb over your tongue for a few more moments, while his other hand gives your arse a hard massage that makes you squeal with pleasure. You're quite sure that the skin on your bottom is already red from his aggressive touch. As soon as Mingi stops touching you and pulls his hands away from you, crossing them over his broad chest, the situation comes back to you.

You are watching his every move, breathing heavily, letting your eyes glide over every pulsing vein on his forearms, and praying to God that you will have enough strength not to lean over and run the tip of your tongue over them.

"P-Professor, I don't have a clue what you're talkin' about."

"Oh, darling, don't play innocent; you have a very clear idea of what I'm talking about. I'm really glad you found a good use for the gift I gave you last night, my angel." Professor Song's voice is a velvety whisper, and considering how quiet it is in the lecture theatre, he might as well have shouted, the meaning of his words ringing loudly in your ears. He's like a predator, slowly circling around you, the soles of his designer shoes clicking on the parquet floor. Your feet feel as if they are glued to the floor, and you don't know what to do. When you try to speak again, your voice sounds broken, and you are on the verge of tears.

"Will there be a report against me, Professor Song? Or what? You haven't got any hard evidence that it's me." You say it with conviction, and hope springs, but unfortunately, it dies as soon as Mingi opens his mouth.

"That may be true, my dear. But you wouldn't want such terrible accusations to be made against you, would you? Mingi taunts you; his deep voice suddenly comes very close to your ear. You feel so unprotected in his presence, so tiny in comparison to his huge, tall body. Why does this man have to be so bloody big?

"They'll never know it was me who found your profile on the porn site; I could easily pass it off as an anonymous tip." You catch your breath as you feel his rough, hot hand slide under your skirt and up your thigh. Mingi smiles at your reaction and leans in closer to you, biting the lobe of your ear. "Besides, this is going to get rumoured around the university. People will be tempted to do a check on your account—people you know, people you might be close to." He goes on, the heat of his breath making you shiver.

His broad palm grips your mound in a possessive way, the heat from your pretty pussy causing his cock to twitch in his trousers. You try to stifle a shameful moan, but the sound escapes you, and you unconsciously lean forward, pressing your breasts against him. Mingi wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body as he does so. Oh shit, your head is spinning from the smell of his perfume so close, and on top of everything else, you're ashamed to admit it, but your pussy is terribly wet, and you're pretty sure Professor Song can feel your wetness in the palm of his hand.

"It may be illegal to screenshot, and your streamers will disappear, but what about the pictures and videos you've posted? Of course, everyone will be able to see your sexy little body all over the place. And don't you dare argue about it. You always look like a thirsty slut, wearing those tiny skirts and shoving your tits in everyone's face. You are a worthless little bitch." Professor Song hisses and presses the palm of his hand harder against your pussy, and you want to rub it against it so badly that it's almost pathetic.

Your tongue doesn't turn into an object; it's as if it were glued to the roof of your mouth. Mingi was right; you've always dressed rather provocatively, and it's never bothered you, but it seemed to bother him.

"Either way, your name will still be in tatters, and my reputation will be perfect and clean, as it should be. I'm a respected professor with a model student. I'm not someone who watches a cam-girl stream every Friday night and watches how she stuffs a fake cock into her luscious little cunt." Wiping away a tear that has accidentally escaped your eye, Mingi's thumb runs down your cheek. Your vision is blurred by the tears, and the dark, lustful eyes of Professor Song are the only thing you can see clearly.

"Please tell me... What can I do to stop you from saying anything about me?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, and your words are a useless string of letters. Mingi's eyes flash angrily at your whimpering plea.

"Ah angel, you sound even better in real life when you're begging." Mingi moans as his middle finger slowly rubs the folds of your folds through your panties, which are more like a tiny piece of lace and do very little to cover the plumpness of your cunt. You whimper softly as you lean back against his shoulder. You've always been easy to arouse, and the wet sound you make when Mingi's fingers tease your pussy makes it clear that you're absolutely flowing for him right now. You can be sure that as soon as he pulls your panties off to the side, your viscous slime will be dripping freely out of your hole and onto the polished parquet floor. "I think you know very well what it is I want from you. I pay you good money all the time; don't you think I deserve the real thing, my doll?" You let out a loud whimper as his big hand pressed down hard on your shoulder. "On your knees, little one; don't keep your sir waiting."

As you kneel before your professor, facing the growing bulge in his trousers, your lower lip trembles. Professor Song is leaning against the desk, his hands on either side of his body, gazing up at you from under the lashes of his eyes. Your trembling hands are fumbling with his belt, and the sound of the metal echoes through the empty room.

"Oh, now you're embarrassin' yourself, darlin'? Where's that slutty bitch who was squirting all over yesterday because she let her pussy get stretched by a big dildo?" Mingi says it arrogantly, tilting his head to the side and tapping his fingers on his desk in disappointment. You flinch at his words like a slap in the face, but don't bother to reply as you pull down his trousers and underwear, the sight of his thick, wiry cock making your mouth dry as you try to swallow the lump in your throat. Like everything else about Professor Song, his cock is amazing—a drop of pre-ejaculate glistening on the flushed head, a thick vein swollen and throbbing just waiting for you to run your soft tongue over it, and its size—he's got a huge cock with a massive girth that you can barely wrap your palm around. Mingi wraps his hand around the cock, his thumb smearing the wetness over the head before he brings it to your lips and runs his whole length over it, leaving a wet sheen, and slaps your mouth a couple of times.

"Open your mouth, dolly."

Mingi's other hand tangles in your hair, pulling hard on the long strands as you obediently open your mouth for him. His thick cock enters your mouth slowly, your jaw tensing as you try to get used to the size of it. You choke as the blunt head of his cock hits the back of your throat and the balls rest against the side of your chin. Mingi's thumb caressed your tear-stained cheek, and he cooed sweetly as he watched you gurgle around his cock, drool bubbling at the corners of your lips and dripping down your chin. His cock is hot and heavy in your mouth, the veins stretching across the sensitive, velvety skin. Professor Song doesn't give you enough time to get used to the size of his cock and pulls your head back until the only thing left in your mouth is his head.

"Don't you think you should lick me before I fuck you in the mouth, doll? You were very eloquent about wanting me to do it yesterday." You obediently run your tongue around the head of his cock, feeling more pre-cum pouring from his slit onto your tongue. It has a sweetly bitter taste, and you think that it is very suitable for Mingi. "Well done." Professor Song hisses at you before he pushes his cock all the way back into your mouth. You gasp as your hands fly to his strong, muscular thighs in an attempt to push him away as his hips thrust sharply forward, mindlessly using your mouth as his personal cock sleeve. The thick length of it presses down on your throat, and the bulge of his cock is perfectly visible against the back of your neck with each powerful thrust.

"I have been waiting for such a long time to fuck that slutty mouth. Darling, I can see that you have nothing more to say to me, do you? That's how it's supposed to be; whores don't get to talk." Mingi lets out a deep moan and throws her head back as she pushes you down on his cock. Your saliva mixes with his pre-cum and sticky lip gloss, coating the length of thickly dick, making it shiny and smooth so it slides easily over your tongue and deeper into your throat. As you reflexively try to swallow, your jaw aches, your lips stretch around the thick circumference, and the walls of your throat contract. Never in your life have you sucked such a big, long cock, yet here you are, fulfilling the role of a pretty sex toy for your professor to enjoy. At least, unlike some lifeless silicone, no matter how expensive, your cunt and mouth are warm and moist.

As he mercilessly fucks you in the mouth, Professor Song is not shy about his volume, emitting hoarse, prolonged moans and growls. Anyone could walk into the lecture hall at any moment and see your compromising position, but for some reason it turns you on. Maybe you really are a slut, although as long as you get paid enough, you don't mind being one, especially when Mingi is the one scolding you daily until you pass out.

"Fuck, I'll cum." Mingi gasps as he wraps both of his large arms around your head, trying to hold it in place. You moan around his cock, the vibrations making Professor Song growl ducky as he presses harder into your slluty mouth and your grip on his hips tightens, your nails digging into the juicy flesh, leaving vicious marks, but Mingy doesn't give a shit; you could rip his skin off if he keeps fucking you like a personal doll. His dark, foxy eyes find yours, his beautiful, plump lips are slightly parted, and his balls are clenched, slapping you on the chin. Now you don't even know what to call him. If you thought Song Mingi looked like a wet dream before, then now he's sex itself.

"Damn, damn, damn, doll!" He moans loudly, jerking his hips as his sperm pours into your mouth. As you forcefully swallow the viscous liquid that seems to have no end, your prolonged whimper is distorted. There's so much of his cum that some of it seeps through the corners of your mouth. He continues to slowly fuck your mouth. "Don't waste it, slut." He says it in a threatening voice, and you whimper at the venom in his tone. Mingi uses his long fingers to push his cum between your lips and roughly wipes the wet mess around your mouth. All of his rings are covered in a thin layer of cum and saliva, but you think it's hot.

You blink twice, catch your breath, and the next thing you know, your knees are no longer touching the cold floor, and your face, wet with tears and sperm, is pressed against Professor Song's spotless, cold desk; he has thrown you on the desk like a fucking doll. Fucking hell, that wasn't supposed to turn you on, but God, this man is just driving you crazy. You're too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice that Mingi has lifted your skirt, exposing your wet thong to his gaze. The cold air in the audience causes your hole to clench in reflex and the liquid to squirt out.

You have to clench your fist to keep from squealing as the tight, expensive leather of his belt lands on your bottom with a loud crack. Oh my God, he has just hit you with his belt. Oh shit. Mingi doesn't let you recover; he holds your head against the table with one hand while he slaps your bottom again with the other. The sting of the contact between your soft flesh and the belt makes you squirm and writhe.

"You just sucking my cock, and you're already so wet? You really are a slut. Aren't you?" He smirks as he leans down and sinks his teeth into the flushed skin of your arse before giving you another good spanking. You whimper as Mingi pulls your thong down your trembling legs, long strands of your own slime tugging at the insignificant piece of fabric as he does so. He pushes your buttocks apart so that your plump, flowing pussy is exposed to his hungry eyes.

Mingi picks up your leg, which is bent at the knee, and puts it down on the table. You whimper and grab hold of the edge of the table, embarrassed at how open you are to him at this moment. To be honest, it's the most disgusting feeling—you're embarrassed, but at the same time, you want him to do even more disgusting and humiliating things with you. Professor Song crouches down in front of you and spits into your cunt before licking a long, sloppy strip between your folds. Mingi uses his fingers to push your folds apart and then slides the tip of his tongue into your tight hole, tracing the edge of it.

"Oh, God, sir..." As Mingi eagerly licks your cunt, avoiding your throbbing clit, you let out a long moan and arch your hips towards his tongue. He pulls back abruptly, his heavy hand coming down on your bruised arse to spank you hard before you can get the stimulation you need.

"Did I tell you you could move, huh? You impatient bitch." You whimper at his reproachful tone. You scratch the wood with your fingernails as he spanks you again. "A good student answers the question, Dolly." Mingi hisses, mixing the scalding pain with the pleasure of the spanking, as his hand touches your bottom again. "N-no, sir! You didn't tell me to move! I'm so sorry."

"That's right, doll, but I have a feeling the games are over for today." Professor Song says as he finally gets up to his full height and puts his arm around your neck.

Breathing heavily and hoarsely, Mingi feels the heat emanating from you as he guides his thick cock into your little hole. You let out a loud breath and wonder if his cock will feel like the toy he has given you. Probably not; however much you like it, nothing compares to the warmth and throbbing of a real cock, especially Song Mingi's cock. You squirm as you feel the head of his cock pass slowly between your muscles, a soft howl escaping from your lips. The dildo you used yesterday is nothing compared to Mingi's dick; it feels bigger and thicker, the swollen veins of his cock stretching deliciously along your silky, trembling walls. The urge to hold him inside you is almost irresistible, and you can't help but clench around him. Fuck, and here you thought Mingi couldn't be more slutty and godlike, and you were wondering if his cock had been given special attention during his creation? You let out a loud moan, your tongue flicking out of your mouth, and right now you definitely fit the definition of 'well fucked'. Drops of sweat roll down Mingi's neck, disappearing beneath the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, exposing his hot golden skin and sculpted breasts. Heavy breathing replaces what he's saying, and you feel partly grateful for that. When he finally enters you at the base, the head of his cock touching your cervix and his forehead pressing against your shoulder, you both moan loudly.

"S-Sir, y-you're too big."

Ignoring your whimpering, Mingi grabs you by the hips and immediately sets a brutal but rhythmic pace with you. The objects on his desk shake and fall, shattering on the parquet floor as he fucks you, pressing your body against the desk with the full weight of his body. The fabric rubbing against your hardened nipples sends a pleasant tingle down your spine and makes you shiver from the added stimulation. Your moans grow louder and louder, your cheeks burning, and you can hear his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he thrusts your tight pussy back and forth along the length of his throbbing cock. The humiliation of pouring cream around Professor Song's cock brings tears to your eyes, but at the same time, you come to an almost orgasmic pleasure as he slaps your arse again. The sting stings like a bitch, but it feels fucking unbelievably good.

"That's it, goddamn it. I've been thinking about fucking that tight little cunt for ages. You really are the perfect doll to fuck."

It all makes you dizzy, and you moan "sir" and "daddy" as your pussy sucks him up greedily. You're getting so excited; you don't want to admit it, but you can't help yourself. You can't get enough of Mingi's cock. It feels so good inside you.

"That's my good little girl. You're definitely worth what I've paid for you." Mingi growls in your ear as he pushes harder and harder into your used cunt. He presses down hard on your neck, pinning you to the table, not letting you move, and fucking you relentlessly, his hips moving hard and fast as he takes complete control of your body. Your orgasm starts to form, an intoxicating sensation of rapture coursing through your veins like lava.

"Sir, please! Harder!" You need to cum so badly that you beg him to go harder.

Mingi's eyes were narrow—dark and cruel—and his muscles were quivering and tense from your pathetic begging. He's a professor, and professors always want the best for their students, especially the ones they like best.

"Look at you, begging for my cock like a good little bitch," he says. He accentuates the last word with a strong thrust and plunges so deep into your cunt that you can almost feel the head of his cock entering your cervix. A mixture of incoherent words and intermittent moans escape your lips. Your head falls forward as Professor Song releases your neck to grab your thighs again, leaving more bruises on them.

"Will you cum for me, bitch?" He leans down to your ear and nibbles on your lobe, the slapping of your skin and squishing of your pussy echoing through the empty hall.

"Hell yeah! I'm going to cum for you! I'm going to cum for you, Daddy; I'm going to cum on your cock!" You scream, the knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter, and Professor Song fucks your flowing cunt faster and harder.

"Then cum, bunny." He growls, his hips losing their rhythm and jerking, his cock throbbing as thick, hot jets of cum coat the walls of your cunt. He moans your name quietly while your voice is barely audible—a weak, panting whisper, 'Mingi'. Both of your bodies are slowly at rest, revelling in the haze of your orgasms. Soft cries and whimpers escape from your lips, and you shudder as you feel your mixed juices pour out of you, staining the floor that was once so clean. You collapse helplessly on the table, your body going limp, a puddle of saliva pooling under your cheek, and your breathing heavy as you try to clear your mind.

Mingi moans. He bites his plump lip as he comes out of you. You whimper, squirming awkwardly as more cum pours from your pussy. You turn back to look at Professor Song, and your eyes almost pop out of your head as you see him pressing your panties to his nose and moaning loudly and satisfied. He smirks at you vulgarly, licks his lips, and wipes his cock with your underwear before tucking his dick into his trousers, the zip jangling loudly. He dismissively tosses your thong aside and presses against you again, pinning you between the desk and his big muscular body, his hot breath touching your earlobe, before whispering in his deep porn voice.

"Don't think that this is just a one-time thing, doll. I have paid for you, and now you belong to me. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, Professor Song. I understand you perfectly."

"That's good. You're a real teacher's pet. On Monday evening, I will be expecting you for an extra lesson. Don't you dare disappoint me, doll." He slaps your butt once more before he pulls himself away completely and walks out of the classroom.

Oh, this is really fucked up.

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Crave me - yunho

pairing: bf!yunho x gf fem!reader

rating: 18+, bdsm

genre: romance, bdsm, filthy smut (mdni ty)

summary: The bratty attitude you had with him didn't last long.. as he leaves his patience at the table and destroys you.

WC: 3.5k

warnings: rough/strict dom!yunho, bratty sub fem!reader, bdsm, choking, neck kink, sucking, blowjob, making out, tying up, pet names (darling, babe, love, pretty boy, sweetie, sweetheart), degradation kink (slut, cumslut, whore), praise kink, slapping/spanking, both vaginal and anal, use of bdsm attire (cuffs, blindfold, rope), use of toys (vibrator), sense deprivation (blindfold), little bit of hand kink, punishing, edging, creampie, ruined orgasms, multiple rounds, deals (but Yunho feels cocky and he said fuck the deal), cum cum cum a lot of cummm, squirting, mentions of safe word but never used (reader is a brat), cum eating, big dick!yunho, overstim, backshots, unprotected (REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL !), completely consesual !, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: SO ! When I first started writing this fic, several day ago, I didn't intend to make it this.. filthy. But.. my lovely bestie rated the roughness in the other 3 fics I have posted an average of 8.sth/10 and I took that as a CHALLENGE. Hope you like it, Lis, love you sweetie. Another small note: WHY AREN'T THERE MORE BDSM FICS OUT THERE HELLO? I'M A SUCKER FOR THEM !

Update, Lis: okay, even though i saw some paragraphs before this was published, i was still taken off guard by this. i’m taking back my words, roughness level 10/10, WHEN I TELL YOU I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK AND BREATHE. seriously i love this fic sm and bia you are so talented, you never fail to amaze me❤️❤️ please keep going with your work, i love youu<3 ( i’m still waiting for a demon joong fic 👹👹👹 ) - my answer: the demon joong fic is alr in my drafts, halfway done.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The grand dining hall was a symphony of opulence and elegance, its high vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate plasterwork and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the scene. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, their deep hues of burgundy and gold complementing the polished mahogany of the round, small dining tables. As the guests settled into their seats, the gentle strains of a string quartet drifted through the air, mingling with the soft clinking of fine glasses and the murmur of animated conversation.

At one end of the table you were sitting at, the host, Park Seonghwa raised his glass in a toast, his voice resonant and filled with the gravitas of tradition. Across from him, Hongjoong's laughter rang out, light and melodious, adding a delicate counterpoint to the music. The aroma of roasted meats and rich sauces wafted from the platters being served, each dish a masterpiece of culinary art. Conversations flowed like the wine, moving from the latest societal gossip to philosophical musings, as the guests, dressed in their finest evening attire, engaged in a dance of words and wit.

In this setting, every detail was meticulously curated to create an atmosphere of refined luxury and cultural sophistication. Yet, beneath the surface of this carefully constructed elegance, the undercurrents of intrigue and hidden agendas were beginning to stir, promising that the evening's conviviality was only the prelude to a much deeper story.

You, a renowed and well known supermodel, were sitting right next to your husband, Jeong Yunho. He was the CEO of the agency you were modelling at.

The thing is... besides the lovey-dovey side you and Yunho always showed to the other guests and your friends, for example Seonghwa, Hongjoong and the others, the two of you had... another side to your relationship.

Your intimate relationship dynamic was quite.. the opposite of what you were showing. From light forehead kisses, hand holding and warm hugs and kisses... to cuffs, blindfolds and degradation. No one knew the real you when in private, and it made the whole thing way better.

*several minutes later*

"Ooookay, should I ask the chef to bring us some desserts? I think the dinner went really well!" Hongjoong said smiling, watching each of his guests contently. He then hovered his eyes over the whole venue, you could see the happiness flooding over him. It was the ending dinner for a really important business plan that came to a final success.

While the others were happily celebrating with the host, you and Yunho were giving each other some stares. One of the things you loved the most to do was to annoy your man. Why? Cause you knew he'd destroy you the same night. You were never allowed to do things on your own, without his permission. Things such as touching him in public, deny his own touching, dress how you'd like without his approval, because he was really jealous of needy and hungry eyes that always wanted you. Everyone had envy for him, because you were the most beautiful model in your country, the agency itself was the best one, too. But tonight.. you decided to do.. everything that annoyed him and drove him insane. You first started with a.. really nice outfit, you'd say. It was halfway see-through, high heels and silver, bold jewelry completing the look. You were wearing two pieces, a short but flowy black skirt and a white, almost translucent shirt, an elegant one. Your hair was straightened, flowing beautifully on your bare back, as the shirt you were wearing only covered your chest. A silver chain was connecting two pieces of fabric on your back, making you flinch with every slight touch, because of the sheer coldness.

"Darling.. did I ever approve of... this outfit?" Yunho whispered, one of his hands going on your thigh. You tried to deny his touch, moving his hand away, but he only dug his nails deeper into your leg. You flinched, looking at him in the eyes, with an almost innocent look.

"Oh babe... don't you like it? Damn.. I thought it looked really nice" you said sheepishly, smiling at him.

"I didn't say I don't like it but... didn't we agree that these types of visible outfits are... only for me to see, hm?" he whispered and approached your neck with his lips, slightly biting it.

"Babe.. there's people around us. What would they think of you, seeing you kissing me like that?" you said, trying to get a reaction out of him but to your surprise, he remained calm and content, biting you harder.

"Do I look like I give a fuck? You did it to yourself, love. This is the first strike of tonight.. be careful for the rest of the time. I don't feel like destroying your beautiful body when we get back in the room." Yunho said, going in for a soft kiss on your lips.

"We'll see about that, babe." you said and got up from your seat, searching with your eyes the champagne bar.

Someone came behind your back. Of course, it was Yunho, all touchy on your bare waist, as the shirt you were wearing was pretty.. short.

"Babe.. I almost forgot" he mumbled.

"What did I tell you about denying my hand, hm?" his hands hovering your back, one of them on your ass and one on the nape of your neck, slightly squeezing it. "Hm? what did I tell you, mind sharing me your reason?"

"You told me that I should... never move your hand away from myself.." you said turning around to face him. "But... what's entirely wrong with it.. pretty boy? Don't you like it when I tease you..?" you said and gave him a kiss, your hands traveling from his neck to his collarbones, then from his chest to his belt, tugging at it for a second.

"This is.." he whispered. "Strike two.. my love." One more and we're out of here.. remember the rule?" he squeezed your ass, looking right into your eyes, seeing how eager you were to fuck him right there.

Several minutes pass and you were back to your table, sitting next to each other. He effortlessly pulled your seat closer to his, making you gulp at his power and speed. Looking him in the eyes you started being all touchy with him. Started from his hands, feeling up his slender and long fingers, then to his biceps. You stayed like that for a long minute, with your head resting on his shoulder, then one of your hands went straight for his crotch, no warning.

"Yunho, everything good? Why did you flinch, is it too cold here?" Seonghwa asked, confused.

"Ah yes, everything is fine, don't worry about it" he said smiling, squeezing your thigh, his hand going to your pussy, rubbing circles through your panties from under your skirt.

"Babe... that's strike three, if you ask me." he said and patted you on your thigh, to make you look at him. He then looked around for the exit doors and excused himself, taking your hand into his.

"Joong, we'll be back, I need to take care of something at the agency" Yunho said and then dragged you out.

And as the two of you got out the doors, there was a long empty hall, no one was there. He slammed you to the wall, one of his hands on your throat and one lifting you up. He was going towards the elevator.

"Nh- babe, where are we going? you said through the kisses.

"Just upstairs, I reserved a room for us right here. I didn't think we'd need it but... you wanted to be a little slut so it serves us good. Aren't you my little whore, hm? All down for me, I saw you eye fucking me when you were getting champagne. You wanted me to fuck you dumb tonight, mm? he said while going in the elevator.

"What did you want me to do babe, hm? Did you miss my slaps and my cuffs? You little slut, you'll see what will happen if you're being a brat with me again" and right as he said this, he held you close as he opened the door with the keycard. He closed it and he dropped you on your bed.

Some meters from the king sized bed there was a small bag, and you knew so well what there was... cuffs, blindfolds, ropes.. everything you could think of as a sub. And yes.. the relationship between you and your husband, in private, was a dom/sub one. You found out that you were both into bdsm a while ago, when Yunho didn't resist anymore and tried something new on you. You loved it and... it became a really often practice.

"Love, spread out, now." he said as he went back to get something from the bag.

You were still dressed and he was too. But you could feel yourself leaking right on the bed. You knew you left a wet spot on the dark sheets, something that turned your man on even more.

"Told you to spread the fuck out, you brat. When did you get so naughty, hm? Want me to put you in your place? he said as he spread your legs out, tying them to the bed frame. You still had your clothes on, but the skirt was lifted up and the blouse was all messed up. He ripped of your panties and threw them on the floor.

You tried to say something but didn't have time to react. He went back to the bag and took out some cuffs, then got on the bed, his crotch, still dressed, rubbing on your folds. You could feel his bulge getting bigger, his pants getting thighter as he went further to tie your hands to the headboard.

"For all of what you did tonight.. babe, you'll get punished, you know that, right? he said as he hovered his hand over your throat and collarbones. "Stay still, I'll tie a sheer blindfold to your eyes. I want you to still be able to distinguish how I destroy your little and pretty pussy."

"Yuyu.. please. Fuck me." you pleaded, trying to look him in the eyes. Whenever he tied a blindfold on your eyes.. it turned you on so bad. You couldn't properly see what was happening nor what he was doing, preparing what to do to you.. but it was thrilling.

"Hmm... what should I start with.. pretty slut, mm? Should I just edge you until you can't take it anymore and cum out of overstimulation and exhaustion, should I make you cry and not let you cum the whole night? Should I.... fuck you and deny your orgasm how you denied my hand? Tell me, sweetheart. I need words, not muffled sounds." he confidently said, giving you a smirk and his right hand going right to your blouse, easily unbuttoning it and throwing it away on the floor.

He hastly gets rid of your bra, his groping entirely unhelpful. Large hands, slender fingers roaming your body, sliding over your nipples, pressing and nibbling at them, cupping your breasts and hoisting your legs up and around his waist. Him, still clothed, you.. only with your skirt on, if that's even important.

"Fuck, Yuyu —" you gasp when he sucks a dark bruise into the skin of your neck, while one of his hands went to his shirt. He slowly unbuttoned it, then went for his pants. He undid them halfway and pushed towards you, getting a soft moan out of your slowly rising chest, heavy breathing from all the manhandling he did on you. He was taking his time. He absolutely loved seeing you begging for his cock, squirming and moving against his crotch in wish of friction. But.. Yunho left all his patience at the door.

"Babe, how did you get me this mad, hm? Did you even think about the consequences, you little slut? If that's what you wanted.. I'll destroy you, sweetheart."

Two of his fingers trace your hole before sinking into you, curling to find the right spot. All you can do is arch your back, your moans and cries soon muffled by one of his hands, as he chokes you.

"Is this what you wanted? rile me up so I'd fuck you hard tonight? all you needed to do is ask, sweetie." Yunho said, curling his fingers right into your sweet spot, receiving some loud moans from you.

You could ask and he'd give you the moon if he could. But he was a completely different person in bed. There's something about him taking you like this, almost feral, that makes your toes curl.. could it be his fingers and how he curls them in you so good that he makes you shiver and cum, maybe squirt all over the place? would it be... his cock and how deep you feel it in you, scared that he might destroy your insides?

He fucks his fingers into you sloppily, scissoring you open with little to no care if it hurts or not. It was clear that he only had one goal in sight, and that being stretching you out just enough to be able to take his cock.

It only takes a few more strokes before he's satisfied, the blunt head of his dick prodding at your entrance, getting loud whimpers from you.

"Use the safe word if it's too much" he said and started pounding into you, making your hands rocket to the headboard, holding on for dear life. It's the only warning he gives you but.. it's enough to get an understanding on how pissed he was. He was holding so thight onto your thighs, them around his waist, that you knew you'd have bruises the next day.

"So fucking tiny" he grunts as he watches you struggle to adjust to his size "Such a whore for my cock, mhm? You take it so well... even if it destroys you. Be my cumslut, won't you? I'll edge you until you can't take it anymore."

"Y-yunho !" you shouted as he used a vibrator on your clit, arching your back at the sensation. The puffed bud he was stimulating made you feel like you'd already come, but something else happend. Your walls clenched on his cock, receiving a low grunt and as he slowed down his thrusts, he watched you contently at how you squirted all over him and the bed.

"Oh wow, already? Lucky this is the only thing I'm letting you do, you little slut" he said as he thrusted even deeper, harder, sloppier into you.

"Babe, n-no don't do th-that I might c-cum" you said as he was giving you another round of circles on your clit, feeling how overstimulated you were.

"Nope, I won't let you" he said as he stopped, pulling out of you, your hole clenching on nothing.

He started rubbing his length lazily, looking at you squirming right in front of him. You wanted to be fucked dumb, until you couldn't walk anymore. But that wasn't his plan for tonight.

"Let's make a deal. If you make me cum only with your mouth, no hands and no sucking. Just touching, licking and nibbling, I'll let you cum. Otherwise, you'll get slapped and fucked... not in your little aching pussy, but deep down in your cute and red ass, until you cry. What do you say, babe, a pretty good deal, I'd say?" he said as he uncuffed your hands, lifting you on your knees.

The thing is... you weren't quite.. on your knees. You were spread out, your aching hole rubbing on the wet and sloppy linen underneath you. You started humping it slowly, not knowing if you were allowed to, but he somehow didn't mind it. He knew you weren't able to cum only from humping on a cloth so he let you do your thing.

"Now.. be my little cumslut and get on licking." he said guiding your head to his dick, throbbing on your lips. You had your hands cuffed at your back, not being able to move them. You started kissing, nibling at the tip, getting some nice groans out of him. Then you started licking the slit, putting pressure with your tongue and licking his length all down to the base of it. The circles you always make on the tip get him from being silent to being louder, as the sloppy sounds of your tongue turns him on more.

"Yes, just like that, sweetie. A liiiittle bit more and you're getting me closer."

You started nibbling, almost like sucking on his tip.

"Yuh, mhm. Go on, make me cum, you little whore" he said as his breath started getting faster, heavier, your licks getting sloppier as he tried so hard not to cum but... you did the deal. He came all over your face, as you were not allowed to suck it.

"Good girl, such a good girl you are" he said as he wiped off his load from your face with one hand and with the other one opening your mouth, his thumb on your bottom lip. He let his cum drip onto your tongue, signaling you by raising his brows to swallow. You did as he wanted, soon sucking his fingers to get every drop of his load.

"Y'know babe.. I kinda changed my mind in between your little nibbles." he said as he turned you over, on your belly, one of his hands on the back of your throat. "You're gonna take me so well, I will make sure of it." he said as two of his fingers went in your other hole, no warnings. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you. The same as before, his goal was to make your hole be able to engulf his length, but this time his goal was to bottom down entirely.

"Thought you could just leave me like that?" he wraps a hand around your waist, the other one on your neck, "leave me high and dry without any repercussions? You're lucky I'll keep my promise and let you cum so... cum, you little slut." as he started pounding heavily and deeply into you.

The hand he had on your waist goes to your pussy, curling them inside you and rubbing your clit.

You shake your head at his words, the coil in your tummy tightening with every word he hisses into your ear, wetness dripping down his balls and coating them as he pounds into your ass.

Yunho could feel you clenching around his cock, knows you're close by the familiar rhythm and your muffled whines rising in pitch. He removes his thight hold on your neck, letting you turn your head around, gasping for air.

"'m so close, fuck, yunho, gonna cum —"

Your entire body tenses then slumps down against the mattress, only held up by his strong arm around your waist. Yunho fucks you through your orgasm, through the oversensitivity and the chants of your little whimpers and words.

"too much, 's too much, please, s-stop" but you never use your safe word. You whine and you cry until your limp body is pushed over the edge again, eyes rolling back while you cream his cock, the 2nd time in a short time.

"c-can't," you whimper weakly, "please cum, please — Yunho, please-"

You're begging him so sweetly, voice cracking and body at his mercy. Yunho's hips stutter and his load spills deep inside of you. Your knees buckle under his waist and you whine when the two of you stumble back, his arms wrapped around your chest, all touchy on your breasts.

"You're gonna take my cum all, you little whore. Remember what I said, being my cumslut? Now, take it" he said as he continued pounding into you, getting you over the edge. He didn't lie when he said he'd destroy you, your knees trembling as he closed the gap between the two of you. He then pulled out, pumping his length and his other hand going to your clit over your thigh, sending you shivers down your spine as you squirt once again for the night, now your body being only handled by the hand he used on you.

"What a good whore I have, mm" he mumbled as he came on your back, slowing down his pumps as he slowly puts you down on the mattress.

"See babe? What happens if you're a fucking brat?" he said as he undid the blindfold, looking at your teary eyes.

"What, by the look you have, you want more, you little slut? Is that right?" he said as he slapped your ass.

"Don't worry, I wasn't even close to being done tonight, turn around, I want you to see me fucking you this time."

#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #smut fic #ateez fic #ateez #ateez smut #ateez x y/n #fanfic #smut #yunho x y/n #yunho x reader #ateez yunho #yunho smut #bd/sm kink #bd/sm brat #dom/sub #cumslvt #whor3 #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

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fixyourwritinghabits · 4 months ago

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AI, Plagiarism, and CYA

Shout-out for all the students gearing up to go back to school in increasingly frustrated times when dealing with all this AI bullshit. As you've probably noticed, lots of institutions have adapted anti-plagiarism software that incorporates AI detectors that - surprise - aren't that great. Many students are catching flack for getting dinged on work that isn't AI generated, and schools are struggling to catch up to craft policies that uphold academic rigor. It sucks for everyone involved!

As a student, it can really feel like you're in a bind, especially if you didn't do anything wrong. Your instructor isn't like to be as tech-savvy as some, and frankly, you might not be as tech-savvy as you think either. The best thing to do, no matter how your school is handling things, is to Cover Your Ass.

Pay attention to the academic policy. Look, I know you probably skimmed the syllabus. Primus knows I did too, but the policy there is the policy the instructor must stick with. If the policy sets down a strong 'don't touch ChatGPT with a ten-foot pole' standard, stick to it. If you get flagged for something you thought was okay because you didn't read the policy carefully, you don't have ground to stand on if you get called out.

Turn off Autosave and save multiple (named) drafts. If you're using Microsoft Word because your school gives you a free license, the handy Autosave feature may be shooting you in the foot when it comes to proving you did the work. I know this seems counter-intuitive, but I've seen this bite enough people in the ass to recommend students go old-school. Keep those "draft 1234" in a file just in case.

Maintaining timestamped, clearly different drafts of a paper can really help you in the long-run. GoogleDocs also goes a much better job of tracking changes to a document, and may be something to consider, however, with all this AI shit, I'm hesitant to recommend Google. Your best bet, overall, is to keep multiple distinctive drafts that prove how your paragraphs evolved from first to final.

Avoid Grammarly, ProWiritingAid, etc. All that handy 'writing tools' software that claims to help shore up your writing aren't doing you any favors. Grammarly, ProWritingAid, and other software throw up immediate flags in AI-detection software. You may have only used it to clean up the grammar and punctuation, but if the AI-detection software says otherwise, you might be screwed. They're not worth using over a basic spell and grammar check in both Word and GoogleDocs can already do.

Cite all citations and save your sources! This is basic paper-writing, but people using ChatGPT for research often neglect to check to make sure it isn't making shit up, and that made up shit is starting to appear on other parts of the internet. Be sure to click through and confirm what you're using for your paper is true. Get your sources and research material from somewhere other than a generative language model, which are known for making shit up. Yes, Wikipedia is a fine place to start and has rigorously maintained sources.

Work with the support your school has available. My biggest mistake in college was not reaching out when I felt like I was drowning, and I know how easy it is to get in you head and not know where to turn when you need more help. But I've since met a great deal of awesome librarians, tutors, and student aid staff that love nothing more to devote their time to student success. Don't wait at the last moment until they're swamped - you can and will succeed if you reach out early and often.

I, frankly, can't wait for all this AI bullshit to melt down in a catastrophic collapse, but in the meantime, take steps to protect yourself.

#school #AI Bullshit #frankly AI-checkers are just as bad as AI #you gotta take steps to document what you're doing

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foodfightnovelization · 1 year ago

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ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight

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Holy chips! It's an exciting time to be a Foodfight! fan, because ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight is finally out! This really is THE definitive documentary on the insanity behind the movie, and it finally answers the question of just what was going on behind the scenes during production. Since I helped out with research (and I even get a short line of dialogue at 45:19) I've already seen everything that was shown off, but had to keep quiet until all the interviews were conducted and the documentary was finished. But now it's out and everything has been made public, the cat's out of the bag (the Fat Cat Burglar?) and I can talk about all the production material that's been shared.

Before I get into any of that though, I'd highly recommend you watch the documentary for yourself. It's insanely well researched and put together, and having worked together with Ziggy Cashmere (the documentary's creator) I know how hard he dedicated himself towards making this all possible. If it weren't for him, the most interesting Foodfight! discovery would've been finding the novelization, and we would have never gotten any real insight into how this movie came to be. It's also a documentary that really speaks for itself- I don't want to say too much about what it reveals since it's all expressed far better through its narrative and the interviews with people who actually worked on the project. My favorite is the interview with texture artist Mona Weiss- she tells such horrifying stories about how she was treated by Larry and other crewmembers, yet does it all with a sense of humor that makes it clear she's enjoying getting to talk about her crazy experiences. It's clear Foodfight! was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish, and there's nobody to blame for that but Larry Kasanoff himself. The movie was rotten from the top down and despite the countless talented animators and artists working on it, nothing could fix the fact that it was fundamentally mismanaged in the worst way possible. I think the quote from producer George Johnsen summarizes it best: "Foodfight! was a good idea that unfortunately lost its way during production. The technology, the art, and the direction were not in sync. Many very talented people gave their all to make the picture, but more understanding of process from the top was needed for it to succeed."

But if you saw the documentary, you already know all that, right? So instead, let's talk about the behind-the-scenes material that's finally been shared! You can find everything I'll talking about HERE on archive.org-

It's worth following the link and checking it out for yourself- there's so much it'd impossible to discuss everything. Artwork, storyboards, bloopers, models, a nude render of Lady X, an interview with Larry Kasanoff, the list goes on and it's still being updated! Despite the documentary already being out, people who worked on the movie are continuing to share new material! It's pretty incredible- for the past year I've ran this blog all I've really had to discuss are two tie-in books, and now there's so much Foodfight! material I can't even keep up with it.

I mean LOOK at all this, isn't it fantastic? The character art by Jim George showing off just how much better these designs originally were, the countless environments showing off just how stunning Marketropolis could've looked as well as the strength of the core idea "what if a supermarket came to life at night", and insanely detailed storyboards for a 7-minute pitch reel that was used to sell the movie to investors. Normally, I'd be ALL OVER this because it's all just incredible, but there's something far, FAR more fascinating than any of it.

There are even multiple drafts of the script (one from 2005 and one from 2007 respectively) and normally I'd be insanely fascinated by those too, making extremely detailed posts explaining the differences between the drafts and how they compare to the novelization, but there's something else that was found that blows ALL of this out of the water and is easily one of the most monumental lost media discoveries of ALL TIME.

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That's right, a rough cut of the ENTIRE movie from 2005 has been found, containing nearly ALL the completed animation from earlier on in production. I mean, that's mindblowing right? We first got sent this around a month ago, a little while before the documentary came out, and I literally stopped everything I was doing at work to just sit and watch this. This is the closest we're ever going to get to the "original" version of Foodfight! after all- only 7 minutes of footage was ever actually made before they switched to mocap, made solely for the aforementioned pitch reel, and this workprint contains practically all of it! On top of that there are some great storyboards in here, as well as some truly hilarious ones cobbled together from 3D renders, and the plot is far better than what we ended up with, a lot of the more inappropriate jokes being absent. This rough cut is actually pretty similar to the novelization in that regard, and it also contains scenes that we'd previously only read about in there.

For example, in the novelization there's a snowmobile chase through the mountains, with Brand X soldiers on snowmobiles and a heavy avalanche close behind. This scene was completely left out of the movie itself, but in this workprint it's here! ALL the previously novelization-exclusive scenes are included, and this rough cut is seemingly based on an even earlier draft of the script than that- here Brand X are still defeated by a flood, whereas by the time of the novelization it'd been changed to a lightning storm. There are SO many exciting differences in this workprint, the snippets of original animation we get to see are SO good, and it's SO much better than the movie itself that I think it by far deserves the crown as the DEFINITIVE version of Foodfight! There's so much in it I want to discuss, that there's no way I can fit it all into this one post...so stay tuned, because in the next few days I'll be doing a FULL analysis of the 2005 workprint, pointing out all the extra brand mascots not in the finished film, and generally just gushing about how amazing it is.

I mean, this is it. Just take it all in for a second- the original footage was considered lost media for over a decade, and now it's practically been found in its entirety, embedded in an early cut of the whole movie...isn't that just phenomenal? All the mysteries have been unraveled, all the questions have been answered, and now we can relax, take a deep breath, and watch Foodfight!...the REAL Foodfight! Make sure to enjoy it, and join me next time for my analysis!

#Youtube #foodfight #dex dogtective #lady x #daredevil dan #polar penguin #rotten behind the foodfight

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cl6teen · 2 years ago

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p-power ❀ op81

in which a tense breakup with a well known driver sparks a new beginning with an up and coming rookie

contains: social media!au, exbf!daniel, multiple time skips, heavily inspired by the lyrics ‘the pictures i seen i’m like “damn he got lucky”, take it from him and i leave him with nothin’.

note: this has been in my drafts for ages so i might has well post it anyways

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f1wagupdates f1 wag y/n l/n and mclaren f1 driver daniel ricciardo caught in a hearted argument while vacationing in new zealand for the short beak in light of a newly surfaced cheating scandal between daniel and a model during a monaco gp after party

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danielrjpg omg, so the cheating rumours were true??? i feel so bad for y/n, she was the best wag on the paddock in my opinion

iheartmclaren during the monaco gp?? she couldn’t make it to that one right?

papayaluv yeah, but she was still posting him on her story that whole weekend :(

ynstyle genuinely she’s too good for him anyways

user now that this has been brought to life can we talk about the weird ass age gap between the two??

dr3ily i love daniel but he’s 33 and she’s 22?? and they started dating when she was 20? that’s kind of icky

l.l.l.lando to be honest, i don’t think it’s true? like he doesn’t seem like the type to cheat! couples fight all the time

user yeah, monaco gp is notorious for exposing and cheating scandals that usually aren’t true, yall will believe anything

4everstappen then why did she already delete their photos together?? like all trace of daniel gone

givemedr3 but daniel still has all of their photos up, and he still follows her ?

madebymax it’s because he’s delusional LMAO, and I would be too if i fumbled someone like y/n??

user his karma will definitely come back to him, one way or another

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yourinstagram boy bye.

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landonorris let me come visit you please

yourinstagram you know you’re always welcome down under lan <3

user lando and y/n’s friendship still holding up is so cute to me

bsfsinstagram you’re too bad for anyone in this world

bsfsinstagram whoever gets you is so lucky

yourinstagram i love you more than anything babe

drxyn waitt so they’re actually broken up 😭

luvyn tbh the post breakup glow is eating, i was crying for a month straight after mine

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mclarenbby oh my god daniel in the likes is so embarrassing like please stop your delusion

newuser please go back to daniel y/n i loved you two together!

yourinstagram lol no thanks

k1ll4lando daniel get off your burner account LMAOO

iluvf1 y/n continuing to post like nothing ever happened and being all normal in comparison to daniel’s social media literally going black out like he’s grieving is so funny?? like the disabled comments are really the cherry on top

user i just know he has his pr team working overtime

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f1 some surprising news from mclaren this silly season, wouldn’t you agree?

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user honestly thank god, i don’t think mclaren was daniels team, but it’s sad to see he might be out of a seat now

user the karma from cheating is literally so real

user and he wasn’t performing well at all because of it

user YN LIKED IT BYEEE

user love that for her though

mclaren excited to see our rookie in action!

early february, 2023.

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lando.jpg friendly outings before the new season (ft. y/n’s photography skills)

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yourinstagram thank you for the photo credits on the last one lando

oscarpiastri very nice photos lando

lando.jpg always so serious oscah

papayaluv yn still hanging out with mclaren is so nice to see, she has so much chemistry with the team even without daniel

op81ln4 seeing yn get becoming friends with oscar is so funny like omg he took your ex’s seat in f1

mcl4ren honestly i think that yn is milking this whole daniel situation to still keep the attention on her, how is she still attending mclaren events?

yourinstagram please stop making assumptions about me, thanks ❤️

user do you forget that she’s been friends with lando?

user can’t lie, lando posting yn at mclaren knowing daniel follows this page is wickedddd but funny

oscar

hey, it’s oscar from earlier :)

you

hi oscar! i had so much fun meeting you tonight

did you grab my number from lando?

oscar

yeah..i hope that’s alright?

i was just glad to see a fellow australian and lando suggested i have it

you

i really don’t mind it, i’m happy to have a new friend that i have smth in common with

i was surprised when your mclaren signing was announced, but i’m sure your rookie season will be amazing

oscar

thanks, it really does mean a lot

i wasn’t really expecting the mclaren offer in the first place but i was open, and they’d just let go of daniel cause of his performance

wait sorry i didn’t mean to bring him up

you

please don’t apologize, i couldn’t care less about him anymore

i see what happened in the second half of last years season as karma, im glad it’s you who’s in the seat now :)

oscar

yeah, but if you ask me what he did was an asshole move

you didn’t deserve that at all, i think he lost something good

you

it’s been so long now that it’s nothing important to me, but…did you want to meet up for lunch or dinner tomorrow? my flight back home leaves after that

oscar

yeah, i’d like that

and i’ll hope to see you again in australia as well?

you

you can count on it ❤️

april, melbourne australia.

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yourinstagram reunited down below 🧡

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ynluv it felt so nice seeing you with mclaren today !!

mclaren we second that!

yourinstagram it’s just a one time thing, i never miss a home race! but i was happy to be there!!

landonorris who’s that cool guy in the sunglasses?

yourinstagram a toad that drives for mclaren you do NOT want to talk to him

oscarpiastri missed hanging out

yourinstagram come back home more often then duh

landonorris or you can just visit us instead

you

you did so well in the race today oz

ozz

P8 isn’t the best though, could have been better

lando was good

you

he was, but we’re not talking about lando

P8 on your third race as a rookie is amazing

take the compliment oscar 🙄

ozz

thank you for the compliment miss

you

ugh shut up

ozz

im glad you were here this race weekend, i really did miss seeing you

you

it’s not like you haven’t been texting and calling me for two months straight 😭

ozz

but that’s different

you

mhm

when do you have to fly out to baku?

ozz

i leave in the middle of the night on wednesday

you must want me to take you out on a date before i go?

you

don’t be smug oscar pisstree

facetime dates are nice but it would be nice to go on a real one again. we don’t always have to hang out with lando

ozz

i know y/n, im only teasing you

there’s no way i would be here and not think to plan one, you know me better than that

but pisstree is a little painful

you

i know i know, sorry

ozz

so get ready and i’ll come pick you up once i’m done with these team debriefs

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you

girl.

omg

pls whatever you’re doing stop it

TEXT ME BACK PLEASE 😭

bestie 🧸

oh my god

i’m here

are you dying ? kidnapped?

i thought you were on your date with oscar

please respond???

how are you not responding after just texting??

istg i hate you

you

i was on my date with oscar

he just dropped me off

and

bestie 🧸

and??

you

i am a girlfriend !!!!

😖😖😖

bestie 🧸

OH MY GOD???

OSCARYN NATION UPPP

he’s so good for you yn

IM SO HAPPY

you

ME TOO

however. there is one problem

he asked me to spend the summer break travelling with him

bestie 🧸

what did you say?

yes? right?

you

i didn’t say anything actually…

he said he’d let me think about it

bestie 🧸

okay so tell him your done thinking about it

and say yes!

august; summer break.

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congratulations on winning the sprint race babe <3 i knew you could do it

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where are you?

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i’m in the garage with the team

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you shouldn’t come without him

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i just got the first win of the season for the team

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oscar i want to celebrate with you too, but it might be best to wait

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跡継ぎの妻 – the heir’s wife – SECOND PART

summary: you marry a stranger in silk—his lips stained with blood and tradition. what starts as a marriage of convenience between a yakuza heir and a public figure spirals into something neither of you were prepared for: protection that tastes like devotion, duty twisted with longing, and kisses that come too late to be innocent. in a world where bullets speak louder than hearts, love might be the most dangerous vow of all.

pairing: yakuza heir!yuta x model fem!reader

genre: mafia/yakuza au, arranged marriage, slow burn, angst, romance, family legacy, redemption arc, emotional healing, found family, power couple dynamic, smut-heavy, character-driven

warnings: explicit smut (multiple scenes), dom/sub dynamics, power play, breeding kink, degradation praise, spanking, explicit dirty talk, oral (f receiving), creampie, possessiveness, choking (consensual), worship kink, rough sex, emotionally charged sex, soft aftercare, virginity loss (detailed), fingering, public display of dominance, mature themes, violence, blood, weapons, death of a sibling (mentioned), grief, guilt, trauma processing, complex power dynamics, yakuza activity (organized crime themes), arranged marriage (turned consensual), emotional manipulation, emotional dependency, toxic loyalty, gender roles (challenged), tattoos/irezumi (traditional), canon-typical violence, knife imagery, psychological tension.

wc: 12,6k

notes: hi! here’s the second part of yuta’s story 🫶 i noticed a lot of people were interested in it and the response was really sweet, which made me super happy! someone asked me how i write so fast 🤣 the thing is, with this story (and most of them tbh), i usually write and prepare everything in advance when i have free time. i don’t publish them right away though, because i usually plan them in parts. so i keep them in my drafts, then i write the next parts, revise everything, adjust the flow, and once i feel like the timing is right, i post them lol. it’s kind of like "scheduling" my fics for delivery hahaha. alsooo i was kinda waiting for the anon to reply so i could tag them, but they never did 😭 if they’re reading this, please reach out to me 😭 jsjsjjs

part i. epilogue

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the steam clung to your skin like silk as you stepped out of the ofuro, towel wrapped loosely around your body, the faint scent of hinoki wood still clinging to your damp hair. the house was quiet—too quiet. you had grown used to the soft murmur of voices, the distant shuffling of feet as the men moved throughout the property, but tonight, silence held the hallways in a tight, heavy grip.

you dried yourself slowly, slipping into a soft ivory nightgown that barely brushed your thighs. it wasn’t intentional—just the first thing your hands grabbed in the dimness of your closet. you weren’t trying to look a certain way. you weren’t trying to think of him.

you tied your hair up in a loose bun and padded barefoot to your room. the warmth of the ofuro had relaxed you, almost lulled you into sleep already… until you heard it.

a sound—wet, harsh. a sharp exhale. a broken word.

you froze.

then came the strangled gasp. a thud. and finally, a shout.

“no—!”

you bolted down the hallway before your mind could process it, your feet silent on the wooden floor. you didn’t knock. you slid the door open sharply and found him tangled in his futon, drenched in sweat, breathing like he’d run miles barefoot through a battlefield. the moonlight spilling through the shoji window cut pale angles across his face, highlighting the way his brows furrowed in panic, lips parted in a grimace, chest heaving.

"yuta," you whispered, dropping to your knees beside him. “yuta—wake up, it’s just a dream—”

his hand shot out, blindly reaching. you caught it, squeezed it tight.

“hey. you’re okay. i’m here.” your other hand cupped his cheek, brushing away the sheen of sweat with your thumb.

his eyes finally opened, unfocused and wild, then slowly zeroed in on your face. his lips parted but no words came out. just another heavy breath, a tremor, and then—without a word—he leaned forward and collapsed against you.

you sucked in a quiet breath as the full weight of his upper body rested against your chest. your nightgown stuck to your damp skin, thin cotton against bare muscle. he was burning hot, trembling, but you didn’t pull away. your hands found their way into his hair, gently combing through the messy strands as his breaths began to slow.

“it’s okay,” you whispered again. “you’re safe.”

his arms didn’t wrap around you, but his head tilted just enough that his cheek pressed against the curve of your breast, and you felt his lashes flutter with each exhale.

after several long minutes, he finally spoke. voice hoarse, barely a breath. “i saw you bleeding.”

your hands froze in his hair. he continued, still not looking at you. “in the dream… you were lying on the floor. screaming my name. i couldn’t get to you. there was blood. so much fucking blood.”

you swallowed the knot rising in your throat.

“but it wasn’t real,” you said softly. “i’m here. see?” you took his hand and pressed it flat against your ribs, just under the swell of your breast. “no blood.”

he let out a shaky breath. “i thought i was going to lose you.”

you didn’t answer. couldn’t.

then, after a beat—

“stay,” he said.

your heart kicked up a notch. “here?”

he lifted his head slightly to meet your eyes. “just tonight.”

your mouth opened to answer, but nothing came out. your cheeks were already burning. the word hung between you like a secret.

you nodded.

he eased back onto the futon with a quiet wince, making space. you slipped under the blanket beside him, heart pounding, unsure where to place your arms, unsure of everything. it felt like you were intruding.

you turned your back to him at first, unsure if it would make things less tense. but before long, you felt the warmth of his body draw closer. not touching—just near.

"you’re tense," he murmured behind you.

you tensed more. “no i’m not.”

he chuckled, voice low, still slightly raspy. “i won’t do anything you don’t want.”

you spun to face him, cheeks aflame. “i wasn’t thinking that!”

his brows rose, amused. “sure you weren’t.”

you smacked his arm gently, earning another soft laugh from him—warm this time. honest. he reached up and brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.

“you look pretty when you’re mad.”

you scowled, even as your heart twisted into a knot.

you stared at each other for a long second, breaths mingling in the dark.

"does it still hurt?" you asked finally, nodding at the faded bandages on his side.

"only when i breathe," he joked, then sighed. "i’ll be fine."

you hesitated, then reached out and placed your hand gently over his abdomen. he tensed—but didn’t stop you. the heat of his skin under your palm made your fingers tremble.

"you're warm," you whispered.

"so are you." his eyes dropped to your lips.

you should’ve pulled away. should’ve turned back and faced the wall again. but you didn’t. neither of you did.

"this is weird, isn’t it?" you said softly. "we’re married and this is the first night we share a bed."

"we should’ve done it earlier," he said.

you looked up at him sharply, but his expression was unreadable. somewhere between a smile and a storm.

"why didn’t we?" you asked, more to yourself than him.

he tilted your chin up slightly, his thumb brushing your jaw. “because maybe now it means something.”

you felt your breath catch.

you didn’t kiss. not yet. but your faces stayed close, breath to breath, until sleep finally claimed you both—your fingers still tangled in his shirt, his hand resting protectively over your hip.

you didn’t dream that night.

but if you had, it would’ve been about him.

meanwhile, the world outside moved on without you.

the studio lights were too bright. the camera flashes too cold. you smiled on cue, tilted your head just so, changed outfits and pretended to care when the makeup artist fixed your lip gloss for the fifth time.

hitoshi didn’t speak much anymore. not unless it was absolutely necessary. not unless someone was watching.

you wanted to ask him if it was because of yuta.

you didn’t.

outside, everything felt disconnected. like you were walking through someone else’s life. fake laughter. fake perfume. fake nails. fake smiles.

but inside the walls of yuta’s house, something real was happening.

something warm. dangerous. inevitable.

that night, as you returned home past sunset, the hallway lights dimmed low and the scent of jasmine still lingering from the garden, you saw him standing at the end of the corridor—shoulders relaxed, arms crossed loosely, watching you with that look again.

not hungry.

not gentle.

just... aware.

you stopped walking.

he didn’t say anything.

neither did you.

but the glance lasted longer than it should have. held heavier than it ought to. like both of you were waiting for something to snap.

and you looked at each other.

not in the way married people are supposed to look at each other. not with comfort. not with affection.

with need.

the kind that simmers in silence. the kind that thickens the air between two people until it’s unbearable.

he took one slow step toward you.

you didn’t move back. you couldn’t. your knees felt like they were made of glass and breath was suddenly a conscious effort. his gaze flicked down your body once—just once—but it was enough to make your pulse trip over itself.

“come here,” he said.

not commanding. not tender. just… hoarse. low. like the words had scraped their way out of his throat.

you didn’t answer.

you stepped forward.

one step. then another.

you could see the strain in his posture. the tightness in his jaw. he was trying to control it, whatever it was burning under his skin. trying not to ruin this moment. but his fingers flexed at his sides, and you knew he was one breath away from snapping.

you stopped right in front of him.

your eyes met, closer now—so close you could see the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheeks, the way his mouth parted like he was going to speak and then thought better of it.

“this…” he began, but didn’t finish.

you shook your head slowly, voice barely above a whisper. “don’t ruin it with words.”

he didn’t.

instead, he reached.

a hand at your waist first—careful, grounding, his thumb pressing into the silk of your robe. your breath hitched. he exhaled shakily. then the other hand lifted, slow and deliberate, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of your neck. he didn’t pull—he just held. like anchoring you there, like making sure this wasn’t a dream he’d wake from.

“i don’t know what this is,” you murmured. “but i feel it.”

his brow furrowed like the words hurt. like they exposed something he wasn’t ready to admit.

“i do too,” he said, voice barely audible. “i’ve been trying not to.”

“me too.”

and then, as if your bodies had grown tired of waiting for permission, you leaned in at the same time.

the kiss wasn’t soft.

it wasn’t rushed either. it lingered, pressed, took. there was no awkward pause, no hesitation—just the raw electricity of mouths meeting after too long, of breath mixing, of hands finally allowed to hold.

his fingers slid deeper into your hair, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss, to taste more of you, to pull a sound from your throat you hadn’t meant to make. you clung to him—hands gripping the collar of his shirt, sliding up the back of his neck, curling into the short strands of his hair as if anchoring yourself to him.

his other hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him. you could feel the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, how he was still fighting the instinct to take too much too soon. but the tremble in his breath gave him away. this was unraveling him. you were unraveling him.

you kissed like you were trying to understand it. to confirm it. to make sense of this pull between you, the way nothing outside these walls felt real anymore. how everything out there felt empty, cold, meaningless—except this. except him.

his mouth left yours just barely, brushing the corner of your lips, then your jaw. “this wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered, but he didn’t sound regretful. he sounded undone.

you swallowed hard, lips brushing his again. “i don’t care.”

he kissed you again—this time slower. not because he was hesitant, but because he wanted to memorize. the shape of your mouth. the sighs you gave when he sucked your lower lip just enough. the way your nails pressed into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. it was indulgent, shameless, intentional.

and it wasn’t like your wedding kiss.

that one had been staged, timed, performed.

this one was the truth.

when he finally pulled back, both of you breathless, your eyes stayed closed a moment longer, your forehead pressed to his.

his voice was rough. “if i kiss you again, i won’t stop.”

your pulse pounded in your ears. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

he laughed once—short, bitter, sweet. “because it is.”

your hands slid down his chest, slowing at the center where his heart beat fast beneath your palm. “then don’t.”

for a moment, he didn’t respond.

but his hand at your waist tightened again.

and his lips ghosted your cheek.

and he whispered, “stay with me tonight. just like this. just… stay.”

you nodded.

you didn’t go back to your room. you didn’t need to.

you had crossed a line now. one neither of you would be able to step back from. and even if the world burned down around the two of you, you knew this was real. raw. dangerous.

you didn’t turn the lights on. he didn’t ask why.

something about the dark made it easier to admit this was real.

yuta pulled you toward the futon slowly, not by the wrist or hand—but by placing a gentle touch on your lower back, guiding you like the space beside him was meant for you and had always been. his bed smelled faintly like cedar and something warmer, something him. the sheets were cool, but his body wasn’t.

he laid back first, propped against the pillows.

you hesitated—only for a second—then climbed in beside him, curling on your side. facing him.

he was already watching you. soft. open. like his edges had finally stopped cutting, like this was the only moment he didn’t have to be the heir, the boss, the legend. he was just a man. and for the first time, he looked free.

he reached for you. slowly. deliberately. a hand on your cheek, thumb brushing lightly beneath your eye as if checking you were really there. you leaned into it. eyes fluttering shut.

and then the kiss came again.

it was different this time.

slower. deeper.

not needy—but full.

the kind of kiss that asked questions instead of demanded answers. lips moving with intent, his hand sliding into your hair again as you leaned closer until your chest brushed his, until your breaths tangled and the space between you no longer existed.

he kissed you like this could heal something in him. and maybe, somehow, it did.

your fingers curled lightly at his nape, then trailed down the curve of his shoulder. you rested your forehead against his between kisses. he pressed one to your temple. then your jaw. then your collarbone. nothing rushed. nothing expected. just the hum of electricity, of presence, of him holding you like the world outside could go to hell.

at some point, you settled with your head on his chest.

his arm wrapped around you without hesitation. his thumb moved slowly along your upper arm, a rhythm so tender it made your throat ache. you could feel his heartbeat under your ear—steady, loud, real.

"i forgot what this felt like," he murmured into your hair.

you didn’t ask what he meant.

you just whispered back, “me too.”

he kissed the top of your head. and you kissed the skin at his collarbone.

you didn’t speak again for a while.

not because there was nothing to say—but because silence was finally safe.

and when sleep came for you both, it didn’t feel like surrender.

it felt like belonging.

the steady hum of the car wheels against the gravel-covered road filled the silence as the black sedan made its way through the outskirts of osaka. moonlight filtered through the dense tree line, shadows flickering like ghosts against the windows. yuta sat beside you, calm and composed in his midnight blue kimono embroidered with black cranes that symbolized protection and vigilance. your kimono was a delicate shade of plum, tied tightly at the waist, accentuating the soft curves of your form. your hands rested on your lap, fingers curled in, hiding the tension that had nested in your chest since you left the house.

"are you nervous?" yuta asked without looking at you, eyes scanning the road ahead like a man who had lived too many lives in one.

"should i be?" you replied, your voice even, but not cold.

"always," he said. and that was it.

the meeting with the clan elders was held in a countryside estate hidden among the pines. flickering lanterns lit the stone path leading to the large wooden structure. the air was thick with incense, and the heavy scent of sandalwood made your head feel light. as you entered the main hall, dozens of eyes turned your way. you held your chin high.

yuta introduced you with the calm pride of a man who owned everything in the room. you stood beside him as if born to be there, even if your heartbeat betrayed you. the meeting began as expected, with slow exchanges, nods of agreement, and passing cups of sake.

but it changed in seconds. the loud crack of wood splitting came from behind. yuta’s body tensed before the masked attackers even burst in. everything blurred—yuta grabbing your arm, shielding you behind his body, the clang of steel, the echo of gunfire.

you reached for the small pistol hidden beneath the folds of your obi. you never thought you'd use it. but tonight, you did. your hands shook at first, but when one of them lunged at yuta, instinct won. you pulled the trigger.

the assailants dropped one by one. yuta moved like wind and water—silent, fatal. but one shot grazed him. your scream was lost in the chaos.

once it ended, silence fell heavy. bodies lay sprawled on the polished wooden floor, blood pooling like ink.

in the car, as you both escaped back into the cover of night, you turned to him. "take off the top half of your kimono."

"it’s nothing," he muttered, though his breathing betrayed the sting.

"take it off, yuta."

he obeyed. his chest, usually smooth and unmarred, had a long, thin scratch from a bullet that had barely missed its target. you pulled cloth from the glove compartment, soaked it with the small bottle of water you had, and began to clean him. your fingers worked gently, but your eyes held fire.

yuta didn’t speak. he just watched you. eyes wide, confused, as if no one had ever treated him with such... tenderness.

when you finished, you pressed your palm against the uninjured part of his chest. his hand came up to cover yours.

"thank you," he said, voice low.

"you’d do the same for me."

he didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to.

the days after, something shifted. without a word, he started sleeping in your room. not in your bed. just in the same space. but at some point, the futons ended up closer. and at some point, your nightly kisses, born of adrenaline and intimacy, became ritual. nothing more happened—but the heat that bloomed beneath your skin every time his mouth met yours grew.

each night, his hands lingered a little longer on your waist. yours tangled into his hair. his breath warmed your collarbone. it was a slow burn that neither of you seemed ready to extinguish.

then came the whispers.

inside the tatami-lined war room, takuya stood before the clan’s council, arms crossed. yuta was beside him, silent.

"this arrangement is a distraction," takuya said sharply. "she was supposed to serve a purpose, nothing more. you’re losing focus."

yuta's jaw clenched. "say what you really mean."

"i mean," takuya snapped, "that you were supposed to be leading us into negotiations with the osaka-hyogo factions this week. instead, you're sitting at her bedside cleaning wounds and playing husband."

"i am her husband."

the room fell quiet.

takuya laughed. it was hollow. "a husband for six months. that was the deal. we marry her, used her image of being the perfect, respectable woman and move on. this... this is becoming a problem."

"she’s not the problem," yuta said slowly. "you are."

outside the room, you stood hidden behind the shoji screen. the words cut into you like glass. you hadn’t known the full extent of the deal before. six months. and now, takuya wanted to end it early.

you clutched your sleeves tighter. your chest burned—not with anger, but something deeper. pain. disappointment. a foolish part of you had started to hope.

to believe.

yuta had risked everything for you that night—stood in front of you when the bullets flew. defended your presence when his oldest ally called it a mistake. you couldn’t repay him by making him choose.

the clan or you.

so you didn’t say anything. you didn't confront him that night. instead, you kissed him like nothing had changed. like your world wasn’t slowly crumbling beneath your feet.

because if he had to choose, you'd rather he never knew there was a choice to make.

and that was the cruelest love of all.

one you couldn’t name. one you couldn’t keep. but one that lived in every stolen breath, every bruising kiss, every silent night shared under the paper lantern glow.

the garden was quiet.

too quiet.

even the wind seemed to hesitate, brushing past the trees like it didn’t want to disturb what was unraveling beneath the summer sky. soft lanterns flickered along the stone path, their warm light casting long shadows across the grass, but none of it reached you. not really. you were already somewhere else — deep in your own thoughts, drowning in the things you couldn’t say.

yuta stood a few steps away, his jaw tight, his shoulders stiff beneath the expensive black jacket he always wore when things felt heavy. he had one hand tucked in his pocket, the other hanging loosely by his side, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab something but didn’t know what.

maybe your hand.

maybe your throat.

you had just told him the truth — or part of it. that you weren’t going to stop modeling. that your work mattered to you in ways he could never understand. and he had laughed. not cruelly, not loudly, but with that sharp edge that always cut you when he didn’t know how else to feel.

“if it’s not about money,” he said, his voice low, “then what is it? huh? tell me.”

you blinked. “it’s about my dream, yuta. it always has been. the reason i left my village, the reason i stayed here. i need to feel like i’m building something for myself. like this... this isn’t all there is.”

his eyes narrowed. “and hitoshi? he’s part of that dream too?”

you didn’t answer.

your silence was like a gunshot.

his jaw clenched tighter. “so that’s it, then.”

“that’s not what i said,” you muttered.

but he was already shaking his head. not fast, not dramatic — just slow, like someone accepting the kind of truth they never wanted to hear.

“you didn’t have to say it,” he said. “i see it every time you come home smelling like him.”

you flinched. “i don’t—”

“don’t lie to me,” he snapped.

his voice cracked, and that scared you more than the accusation. because yuta didn’t break. not in front of you. not ever.

he took a step closer, and even in the fading light, you could see the tiredness in his eyes. not just from the long nights or the weight of his title — but from you. from this. from the fact that every time he reached for you lately, you felt a little further away.

“do you ever look at him the way you looked at me?” he asked quietly. “do you think about him when i’m not home?”

“no,” you whispered, barely audible. “never.”

but he didn’t believe you.

and honestly, maybe you didn’t believe yourself either — not because you wanted hitoshi, but because the distance between you and yuta had become a chasm neither of you knew how to cross anymore. it had started slow — missed dinners, hushed calls, unspoken things. then it became routine. avoidance. resentment.

and now here you were, standing in the garden of a man who once held you like you were fragile and holy, now looking at you like you were a betrayal wrapped in lace.

“when this is over,” he said, his voice colder now, controlled, “when the contract ends… will you run to him? will he be your safe place?”

you stared at him.

and said nothing.

because you didn’t know what to say. because even if the answer was no — even if hitoshi was the furthest thing from your heart — you couldn’t find the words fast enough. couldn’t reach him in time.

his eyes dropped for a second. then he turned.

the movement was simple, quiet, deliberate. he was walking away.

and for yuta, that was your answer.

you didn’t chase him.

you stood there, trembling, breath stuck in your chest. you watched his back retreat across the stepping stones, his figure melting into the shadows of the engawa, swallowed by the darkness of the house that had once felt like safety. and something inside you cracked open.

you wanted to run after him. wanted to scream that he was wrong, that he was the only man you had ever truly wanted. that hitoshi could disappear tomorrow and you wouldn’t blink, but if yuta left... if he really left...

you would never recover from it.

but your feet didn’t move. because what was the point?

you both knew how this story ended.

you were a contract bride, a girl wrapped in white silk and political lies. and he was the king of a blood empire, trying to build something clean on top of a foundation soaked in violence. there had never been a version of this where you got to stay.

you pressed a hand to your chest, felt the weight of your own heartbeat, heavy and uneven.

he doesn’t know.

he didn’t know that the thought of hitoshi touching you made your skin crawl.

he didn’t know that the only time you felt beautiful was when yuta looked at you like you were something rare and breakable.

he didn’t know that every time you came home, you searched for his scent first. that your pillow still smelled like his cologne. that you hadn’t thrown out the blood-stained robe from the night he almost died, because it reminded you that you’d saved him.

he didn’t know that you were still in love with him.

you collapsed onto the wooden bench at the edge of the garden, the soft fabric of your skirt folding under you, your hands trembling in your lap. somewhere in the distance, a wind chime rattled. your eyes burned, but you didn’t cry.

not yet.

the moon had started to rise, silver and low, bathing the garden in cold light. the flowers yuta planted last spring were starting to wilt — their petals curled, fragile from the heat. and it hit you then: maybe you were wilting too.

you whispered to the night. not a prayer, not a plea. just his name.

“yuta...”

but he didn’t come back.

he didn’t hear you.

or maybe... maybe he did. and chose not to answer.

you hadn’t spoken in two days.

not really. not more than clipped sentences passed during breakfast or muttered greetings when your paths crossed in the hallway. the silence between you and yuta had settled like fog — dense, stubborn, refusing to lift.

but that night, something cracked.

you couldn’t sleep. not in your room. not with the weight of his absence pulling at your ribs. so you bathed — slow, methodical — letting the heat of the ofuro melt the tension in your limbs. you scrubbed your skin until it felt new. until the scent of steam, jasmine oil, and longing clung to your every pore. then, without thinking, you slipped on a silk robe. pale cream, nearly translucent, tied loose at the waist. nothing underneath.

you didn’t wear perfume. you didn’t need to.

your hair was still damp, falling in soft waves down your back, glistening under the dim lantern light as you padded barefoot across the wooden hallway toward his room.

you had never knocked before.

but tonight, you did.

a soft, uncertain sound — two knuckles against paper and wood.

inside, you heard movement. fabric shifting. then a pause.

“come in,” he said.

your fingers tightened around the knot at your waist.

you slid the door open slowly.

he was sitting on the futon, shirtless, the blanket draped low over his hips. moonlight spilled through the paper panels behind him, cutting his body in shadows — the ink of his tattoos shifting over his arms, his chest, the sharp lines of his abdomen rising with every breath.

his eyes met yours instantly.

he didn’t say anything.

but his gaze moved — slow, deliberate — taking in the new robe, the way it clung to your damp skin. the light shimmer of moisture on your collarbones. the bare soles of your feet. your hair, dripping soft against your shoulder.

you stepped inside. silent. calm. and then you turned, sliding the door shut behind you.

when you faced him again, he hadn’t moved.

he was waiting.

you met his gaze. held it.

then, slowly — with fingers that didn’t tremble — you reached for the tie of your robe.

you pulled.

the silk slipped apart. loose. effortless.

and then it fell.

your robe hit the tatami floor in a whisper.

you stood still — completely nude, your arms resting gently at your sides, your legs pressed close together, breath quiet but deep.

“there’s only one way to show you that i want no one else,” you said, your voice soft, unwavering. “and it’s this.”

yuta didn’t speak.

he didn’t blink.

his eyes dropped — slowly, reverently — trailing down your body like a prayer he didn’t know how to say out loud.

he took in everything.

your breasts, soft and full, nipples already taut under his gaze.

the curve of your waist.

the line of your hips, the small patch of skin between your thighs where heat gathered.

your thighs. your knees. the delicate arch of your feet.

you stood there for him. only for him.

and for a long, still second — he said nothing.

then he moved.

fast.

the blanket was gone, flung aside. his body was on you in an instant — heat, hands, hunger. his mouth crashed into yours, open and gasping, desperate like he’d been holding his breath for days. you moaned against him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers diving into his hair.

he lifted you.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, felt the hard press of him already thick and ready between your thighs.

he carried you to the futon like you weighed nothing.

and then he laid you down.

“say it again,” he growled, mouth at your throat, his hand sliding up your side, rough and trembling.

“i want you,” you whispered. “only you.”

he groaned — low, guttural — and kissed you again, his lips bruising yours, his teeth dragging gently over your jaw. one hand cupped your breast, thumb teasing your nipple until you arched beneath him. his other hand slid down — over your stomach, between your thighs — and when he found you wet, bare, aching...

he hissed.

“fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. “you’re already this wet for me?”

you nodded, your voice breaking. “been like this since the garden... since you left.”

his fingers teased you, slow circles that made your thighs twitch.

“you should’ve told me,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “should’ve told me you were still mine.”

you spread your legs wider for him.

“i’m telling you now.”

he slid two fingers inside you — thick, slow — and you gasped, hips rising to meet him.

“yuta,” you whimpered. “please...”

he growled softly, pulling his fingers out, licking them clean.

his breath caught, chest rising and falling as he hovered above you, his body flushed with heat, with want, with restraint. your legs trembled beneath him, thighs soft and parted, glistening with your arousal — and yet, your eyes betrayed something else.

uncertainty.

fear.

innocence.

and he remembered.

you were his wife, yes. you had given yourself to him in every way but this. and he had known — from the beginning — that when the moment came, it would have to mean something.

it couldn’t just be hunger.

it had to be reverence.

his hand slid up the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek with the gentlest touch.

“look at me,” he said softly.

you did. your lips trembled. your eyes shone with unshed tears.

“this is your first time,” he whispered. not a question. a truth. a weight he would carry with care.

you nodded, your voice caught in your throat.

“i know,” he breathed. “i know, baby.”

he kissed your forehead first. then your cheek. then your mouth — tender, slow, lips moving over yours like he was memorizing the shape of your fear, your surrender. his hands explored your body without pressure — just warmth, just presence — sliding over your waist, your hips, your thighs.

“you tell me to stop,” he murmured, lips ghosting along your jaw, “and i will. i mean it.”

“don’t stop,” you whispered. “i want you.”

his heart nearly broke in his chest.

he reached between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance — thick, hot, hard — and brushed the head of his cock slowly through your folds, spreading your slick over himself, teasing your clit just enough to make your hips twitch.

then he paused.

his gaze dropped to where your bodies met.

you were so tight. untouched. the soft pink of your folds glistened with heat and nervous want, trembling slightly under his fingers.

he lined himself up with careful precision, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance, and when he began to push — just barely — he felt your whole body tense.

“breathe,” he whispered. “just breathe for me.”

you nodded, clutching his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin.

he eased forward — slow, excruciatingly slow — parting your body inch by inch.

you gasped.

pain bloomed, sharp and full, stretching you in ways you’d never known. your thighs shook, your hands flew to his chest, and your eyes widened, glassy with sudden tears.

“yuta—” you whimpered, voice fragile. “it hurts.”

his heart clenched.

“i know, i know, baby,” he soothed, kissing your jaw, your temple, your trembling lips. “you’re doing so well. so fucking perfect.”

he stopped moving, giving you time. his thumb stroked your cheek, catching one of the tears that had slipped free.

“you’re taking me so good,” he whispered. “you’re the tightest thing i’ve ever felt, sweetheart. you feel like heaven.”

you whimpered again, your legs instinctively tightening around his hips.

“relax for me,” he murmured, voice barely more than a breath. “just a little more.”

you tried.

you breathed in deeply, exhaled slowly.

he kissed you again.

and then, with a long, gentle press, he sank the rest of the way in — sheathing himself fully inside you.

you cried out softly, overwhelmed. your walls stretched around him, pulsing, resisting, your body struggling to accommodate his size. the pain was there — raw and real — but so was something else.

fullness.

intensity.

connection.

yuta stilled inside you, arms shaking from holding himself back.

“fuck,” he rasped. “you’re mine. all mine.”

his forehead rested against yours as your bodies trembled together.

he didn’t move yet. not until your breathing slowed. not until your nails relaxed against his chest. not until your legs loosened their grip.

“you’re okay?” he asked gently.

you nodded. “still hurts... but not as much.”

he kissed your lips — soft, slow, sacred.

“i’ll make it better,” he promised.

and he did.

he began to move in slow, careful thrusts, pulling out just an inch before sinking back in, watching every flicker of sensation cross your face. his hands cradled your jaw, his mouth praising every breath that left your lips.

“so beautiful,” he whispered. “you’re so beautiful like this.”

you whimpered, your body adjusting, the burn easing into a dull throb — and then something more. something electric.

pleasure.

he moved a little deeper, a little fuller, the stretch still sharp but starting to pulse with warmth, with friction, with heat.

“i can feel you opening up for me,” he murmured, voice husky. “you’re letting me in.”

your mouth fell open in a gasp as his hips rolled against yours, his cock brushing something deeper inside you.

“y-yuta...”

he groaned, forehead pressed to your collarbone. “say it again.”

“yuta... please... don’t stop.”

he lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down at you.

your hair spread like silk across the futon, your cheeks flushed, breasts rising with every breath. the sheen of sweat on your skin made you glow in the moonlight.

“fuck,” he whispered. “you’re a fucking goddess.”

he kissed down your body — your throat, your chest, your breasts — taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling his hips into you with a rhythm that made your toes curl.

you moaned loudly, the pain all but forgotten now.

he worshiped you.

his hands never stopped moving — stroking your hips, your thighs, your stomach. his lips pressed reverent kisses across every inch of skin. and when he fucked you, it was with slow, deliberate strokes that grew deeper, firmer, more intense as you moaned louder beneath him.

“so tight,” he groaned. “so wet for me. you were made for me, weren’t you?”

“yes,” you gasped. “yes, yuta — i’m yours.”

his thrusts quickened, your slick coating him now, your pussy fluttering around his cock as he hit that spot again and again, each thrust pulling a louder cry from your lips.

your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper.

“don’t hold back,” you whispered, eyes locked with his. “i can take it.”

and he did.

he fucked you harder, faster, driving into you with a hunger barely leashed, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the quiet room.

“come for me,” he growled. “come on my cock.”

your body tensed.

the pressure snapped.

your orgasm hit you like a wave — deep and intense, your pussy clenching around him, your cry sharp and breathless. he groaned loudly, thrusting harder as you came, chasing his own high.

“i’m gonna fill you up,” he moaned. “gonna come inside you, baby. is that what you want?”

“yes,” you whimpered. “fill me, yuta — please.”

he grunted, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his cock twitching inside you.

he spilled into you in hot, thick pulses, his breath ragged, his body trembling over yours.

for a long moment, neither of you moved.

his body collapsed slowly over yours, his weight grounding you, comforting you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips brushing the top of your damp hair.

“you’re mine,” he whispered again. “no one else. only me.”

you nodded, your voice soft. “only you.”

and for the first time in weeks, your heart felt full again.

you woke to warmth.

not just the kind that lingered on your skin from shared heat, but the kind that lived deep — quiet and golden and whole. for the first time since you’d entered that house, you didn’t wake alone. no empty sheets. no cold side of the bed. just him.

yuta was still asleep beside you, one arm draped across your waist, his face turned toward yours. soft strands of his red hair fell across his brow, tousled and wild from the night before. he looked younger like this. not the man who ruled osaka in silence and steel — but the boy who whispered your name into your mouth like it meant something sacred.

his breath was slow. deep. steady.

his hand flexed slightly against your skin.

you didn’t move.

you just watched him.

you let yourself memorize every detail in the pale light of morning — the faint scar near his left brow, the small freckle on the side of his neck, the way his lips parted just enough to make your chest ache.

he was beautiful.

but more than that — he was real.

and last night, he had made you feel more than wanted. he had made you feel chosen.

your fingers moved before you could stop them, brushing the edge of his jaw, feather-light.

he stirred.

a low hum escaped his throat. his brow furrowed for a moment, then his lashes fluttered open. dark, still a little hazy, but focused on you within seconds.

he blinked once.

then again.

and then he exhaled like he’d been holding that breath all night.

“you’re still here,” he murmured, voice raspy, rough with sleep.

you smiled faintly. “where else would i be?”

his hand on your waist tightened. not possessively — just sure.

“wasn’t sure,” he whispered, eyes studying your face like he didn’t want to miss a single second. “after what i said… in the garden. i thought maybe you…”

you shook your head before he could finish.

“i meant what i said last night. i wanted you to know. really know — that it’s only ever been you.”

he was quiet.

his gaze dropped for a second. then returned to yours.

“i didn’t deserve that,” he said. “your honesty. your body. you. not after doubting you.”

your throat tightened.

“you were hurt,” you said gently. “and i didn’t make it easy. i let the silence grow between us.”

he turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, looking down at you now — the blanket slipping lower on his hips, his chest bare, skin still warm against yours.

“i don’t want silence anymore,” he said. “not with you.”

you reached up, fingers brushing against his chest. “so talk to me, then.”

he hesitated.

his brows drew together slightly — not from anger, but from fear. it was strange, seeing that expression on a man like him.

“i never planned to fall for you,” he admitted. “this started as protection. strategy. and then... you walked into my world like you were born to burn in it. and i couldn’t stop watching. couldn’t stop wanting.”

you bit your lip.

“i wanted to hate you,” you confessed. “wanted to resent this marriage, the way it forced me to pretend. but it never felt like pretending. not with you.”

his hand slid up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“tell me what this is,” he whispered. “for you.”

you didn’t hesitate.

“it’s home,” you breathed. “it’s terrifying and messy and too much sometimes — but it’s home.”

he closed his eyes briefly, as if your words were too heavy to hold in open air.

then he leaned in and kissed you.

soft. slow. reverent.

not hungry like the night before. not claiming. just... grateful.

his forehead pressed to yours when he pulled away.

“if i lose you,” he murmured, “i’ll burn this entire fucking city down.”

you smiled. sad, soft.

“then don’t give me a reason to leave.”

he nodded, just once, but it felt like a vow.

“from now on,” he said, “you’ll never doubt your place here. in this bed. in my life. in my heart.”

“good,” you whispered, eyes stinging. “because i already gave you everything.”

his mouth found yours again, a little more urgent this time — and just like that, the morning turned into something golden, something sweet.

you stayed wrapped in each other until the sunlight painted your bodies in warmth, until the silence between you was no longer heavy — just peaceful.

and for the first time in weeks, the war was over.

takuya stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the compound like it could offer answers he didn’t already have. yuta was behind him, still barefoot from the room upstairs, wearing only loose black pants, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

the tension was thick. too quiet.

he didn’t greet yuta.

just stood with his arms crossed, eyes unreadable, spine stiff as stone.

“we need to talk,” he said.

yuta didn’t flinch.

“then talk.”

he watched him for a long, long second. then gestured toward the sliding door. “not here.”

yuta followed him into the garden, silent steps on the stone path, the air still carrying the lingering scent of summer rain and night-blooming jasmine. the same place where him had once walked away from you. now you were walking into something else — not heartbreak, but confrontation.

he turned to face him once the path ended.

his jaw was clenched.

“you’ve changed.”

yuta’s gaze didn’t flinch. “good.”

“no. not good. you’re softer. distracted. emotional. you think with your chest now. not your head.”

yuta crushed the cigarette in the tray. stepped forward.

“you think i’m weak because i love her?” he asked, voice deadly calm.

“i think you’re human. and in this world, that’s a liability.”

yuta tilted his head. “she’s not a liability. she’s the only reason i’m still standing.”

takuya didn’t speak. the silence stretched.

yuta took another step, closing the space between them.

“this marriage? it was supposed to be for appearances. a shield. a tool.” his jaw tightened. “but it’s not ending.”

takuya raised an eyebrow. “you sound certain.”

“i am.” yuta’s voice didn’t shake. “she’s loyal. she’s stronger than half the men we command. and she’s mine. i’m not letting her go.”

“she’s not from this world.”

“and yet she’s survived it better than most.”

takuya’s expression hardened. “i’m telling you to think with a cold head.”

yuta stepped close. too close.

“and i’m telling you — this isn’t about control anymore. this is about truth. about grounding. she’s good for me, takuya. not because she makes me soft — but because she makes me still.”

takuya studied him for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes.

then, finally — a nod.

slow. reluctant.

but real.

“then stand by it,” he said. “and make damn sure no one doubts it.”

despite yuta’s firm confrontation with takuya, life didn’t shift all at once. there were no grand gestures, no dramatic changes in tone. just subtle things. quiet things.

a few days later, you returned to his —or maybe now, your room—, room and found it gutted. the futon replaced by a wide, luxurious queen-sized bed, draped in black sheets and lined with down pillows. the floor had been redone, dark polished wood. new lighting. warm, soft. a space not just made for sleeping — but for sharing.

your old room, however, hadn’t been discarded.

instead, it had been transformed into a closet.

an absurdly large, obscenely modern closet — velvet benches, full-length mirrors, recessed lighting, and drawers that slid open at the touch of a finger. racks of high-end clothing lined the walls: silk, cashmere, leather, tailored and imported. you’d lost count of how many designer tags you saw before the nausea hit.

“you used clan money for this?” you asked one night, mouth still agape.

yuta had only shrugged from the bed, shirtless, flipping through a magazine. “technically it’s our money.”

“that’s not how money works, yuta.”

“that’s how my money works.”

you weren’t supposed to find it.

the drawer in yuta’s private study was always locked. it wasn’t forbidden — just quietly off-limits. you never questioned it. never tried. but that night, he’d left in a rush, forgetting to grab his keys. and when you went in to bring him a new set, the drawer was already cracked open.

you told yourself not to look.

but you did.

inside: a black lacquered box, unmarked. inside the box: a bundle of old photos, yellowed with time. beneath those, a sheathed tantō blade — older than the one used in your wedding, its hilt worn, stained. and finally, a letter, folded so many times the edges had nearly fallen apart.

you opened it with trembling fingers.

the handwriting was messy. a mix of japanese and english, written like it had been scrawled during a storm.

“he died because of me. i told him not to take the other road. i said i’d handle it. i was wrong.”

beneath the words: a name. shotaro.

you sat there for a long time. silent. still.

when yuta returned home hours later, his jacket still damp from the rain outside, you were waiting in the study. the letter on your lap. your eyes unreadable.

he stopped in the doorway.

for the first time since you’d known him, he looked afraid.

“where did you find that?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“you left the drawer open,” you said quietly. “i wasn’t searching.”

he closed the door behind him.

slowly.

“shotaro was your brother,” you said. not a question.

his silence was answer enough.

you stood, walking toward him. you placed the letter gently in his hand.

“you’ve never told anyone?”

he shook his head once. “takuya knows some. but not everything.”

“why hide it?”

he exhaled, fingers tightening around the paper. “because i failed him. i told him i’d protect him. and he died for me instead.”

you stepped into his space, palms pressed to his chest, voice steady.

“you carry so much. alone. but you don’t have to anymore.”

he looked down at you — eyes shadowed, face unreadable. but something in him cracked. not loudly. not visibly.

just enough.

his hands came to your hips. gripped tight.

“say it again,” he whispered.

“you don’t have to carry it alone.”

his lips crushed into yours before the words fully left your mouth.

and everything exploded.

he pushed you back against the nearest wall, mouth devouring yours, hands sliding under your clothes, yanking your kimono open like it offended him. his body was hard, heavy, desperate against yours, and when you whimpered, he growled — deep, low.

“strip.”

you obeyed immediately, eyes wide, breath shallow.

he watched you undress, step by step, until you stood naked in the soft light of the study, the shadows of your tattoos dancing across your bare skin. his eyes raked over every inch, jaw clenched, cock already hard and straining against his pants.

“on the desk,” he ordered. “face down. hands flat.”

your heart pounded as you obeyed, the cool wood chilling your skin, your thighs trembling in anticipation. you heard the sound of his belt coming undone, the low hiss of his zipper.

then silence.

“do you even realize what you do to me?” he asked, voice rough.

you opened your mouth to speak, but he grabbed your hips, yanking you back so your ass arched up perfectly.

“don’t answer,” he growled. “just listen.”

his cock slid between your folds — thick, hot, teasing — rubbing through your slick without entering.

“you walk around this house like you don’t know you own me,” he murmured against your spine. “you sit in my meetings like a queen, and you think i don’t see the way they look at you? the way they fear you?”

he pushed the tip in — just barely — and you gasped, fingers curling against the wood.

“but you know who owns you, don’t you?”

“y-yes—”

he slammed into you in one brutal thrust.

your cry echoed through the room.

he didn’t wait. didn’t ease you in. he took you — hard, deep, merciless — one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip so tight it burned.

“who fucks you like this?” he growled. “who makes you scream like you’re mine?”

“you, yuta — fuck — only you.”

his pace was relentless, hips snapping into yours, the sound of skin on skin loud and obscene.

“that’s right. and you’ll take every drop of my cum like a good little wife. won’t you?”

“yes—please—fill me—”

he bent over you, teeth scraping your shoulder.

“you want me to breed you, don’t you?”

you moaned so loud it broke into a sob.

“say it.”

“i want it. want your cum—inside me—wanna be full, yuta, please—”

he bit down softly on your neck, thrusts growing erratic.

“then take it.”

you felt the heat building in your core, body shaking, his cock pounding your g-spot over and over. your orgasm hit you like lightning — thighs trembling, vision white, a scream ripping from your throat as you clenched around him.

he cursed loud.

and then came.

deep inside you.

hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into your pussy, his grip tightening as he rode out every wave, buried to the hilt, panting against your skin.

you stayed like that — bodies locked, his cum dripping from you slowly, warm down your thighs — until your heart slowed.

he pulled out gently, and you turned, breathless, sweat-slicked, aching in the best ways.

he cupped your face.

kissed your lips.

then rested his forehead to yours.

“you know everything now,” he whispered. “there’s nothing left to hide.”

you smiled faintly.

“good. because i already gave you all of me.”

his lips brushed your ear, voice low and full of reverence.

“and now i’ll never give you back.”

you found riku by the back steps of the house, his phone in hand, legs pulled up to his chest, eyes scanning something you couldn’t quite see. he didn’t hear you approach. or maybe he did and was just pretending not to.

the late afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting a warm haze over the garden stones. it smelled faintly of earth and chamomile, and for a moment, you let yourself breathe before breaking the silence.

“we need to talk,” you said gently.

he looked up, startled for a second, then shrugged. “if it’s about the shoes i ordered on your card—”

you gave him a look. “riku.”

he sat up straighter. serious now. “okay. what’s up?”

you sat beside him, folding your hands in your lap, your yukata sleeves pooling at your wrists. you took a breath, choosing your words carefully.

“you need to go back to school.”

he blinked. “what?”

“you heard me. i already spoke to the headmaster. they’re willing to let you re-enroll next term. and you need to talk to your mom. properly. you’ve been avoiding her.”

riku looked away. jaw clenched. “she wouldn’t understand.”

“she doesn’t need to understand all of this,” you said softly. “but she deserves to know you’re alive. and trying. you think you’re protecting her, but disappearing from her life like this… it’s not fair.”

he didn’t respond at first. his gaze drifted out to the garden wall, and you could almost hear the gears turning behind his silence.

“this life,” you continued, “this world we’re in now — it’s not safe. you know that. and i can’t help worrying that something might happen to you, and she’ll never even know why. i’ve accepted the risks of being here. but i never wanted them for you.”

his shoulders tensed. he stayed quiet, but his eyes looked glossy, like he’d blinked just a second too late.

“you still have a chance to choose,” you whispered. “and i want you to choose something that won’t kill you.”

he finally looked back at you, a long exhale dragging out of his chest.

“i’ll call her,” he said quietly. “and i’ll apologize. properly.”

you smiled, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

but as you did, your eyes caught the edge of something just beneath the sleeve of his jacket — a strip of white gauze wrapped tightly around his forearm. when your fingers brushed it lightly, he flinched.

you pulled the sleeve up.

the bandage had been carelessly wrapped. fresh ink peeked through the gaps — intricate black lines, a dragon’s claw, maybe, or waves, the skin still slightly raised and tender.

your stomach twisted.

“riku…”

he winced. “it’s nothing. i mean… it’s just a little piece. it’s not even done yet.”

you stared at it for a long moment.

“do you have any idea what she’s going to do when she sees this?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “probably cry. or throw a pan at me.”

“or both.”

“...at the same time.”

you sighed, but your lips twitched into a small smile. still, your chest felt heavy. not angry — just afraid. he was walking deeper into the world you were only now beginning to understand, and it made your role in it feel even more complicated.

you didn’t say anything more. you just wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a sideways hug, holding him there for a few seconds longer than either of you wanted to admit.

that night, after too many glasses of sake and a long evening spent in each other’s arms, the bed was a mess of sweat and tangled sheets.

you were lying on your stomach, your hair stuck to your back, body exhausted and humming. yuta was sprawled on top of you, chest pressed to your spine, his arm tucked under your ribs, his face buried in your neck.

you groaned, voice muffled into the pillow. “you’re heavy.”

“you love it.”

he was right.

he kissed the back of your shoulder, a lazy drag of lips against damp skin.

“you’ve ruined me,” he murmured.

you laughed breathlessly. “you say that like you weren’t already unfixable.”

“i mean it,” he said, shifting slightly so he could look at you. “i didn’t expect this. any of it. you… being here. being mine. and still choosing to stay.”

your eyes softened.

“you’re not an easy man to love, nakamoto.”

he smirked. “but worth it?”

“every headache.”

he leaned over the side of the bed, rummaged through the drawer, and returned with a small velvet box — navy, square, simple.

you blinked. “what’s that?”

he sat up slightly, straddling your thighs, hair messy, chest still flushed. the box opened with a click.

inside was a ring — gold, sleek and bold, with a marquise-cut diamond set sideways, surrounded by a halo of tiny black sapphires. the band was engraved with delicate detailing, traditional japanese patterns etched into the metal like hidden promises.

it gleamed even in the low light. expensive. beautiful. utterly yuta.

you sat up, stunned.

“you’re asking me to marry you right after we’ve had sex?” you asked, laughing.

he shrugged. “i was inspired.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“you’re naked and gorgeous and mine. i panicked.”

your laughter caught in your throat, replaced with a tightness that swelled in your chest as you stared at the ring. your eyes watered, lips parting, voice shaky.

“is this real?”

he nodded, his voice quiet now. “i don’t want the kind of marriage we started with. i want one that means something. to both of us. no contracts. no politics. just us. in front of the clan. in front of the gods.”

your fingers reached out, barely brushing the edge of the ring.

“i want to do this right,” he whispered. “let me show you.”

you swallowed hard.

and smiled.

“then yes,” you said, voice thick with emotion. “ask me a hundred times and the answer’s always going to be yes.”

his grin broke wide.

and this time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t about hunger.

it was about forever.

the second wedding was nothing like the first.

the first had been arranged in cold hallways, behind doors that clicked shut like iron, signed with blood and pressure and the unspoken rules of the underworld. the first had been necessary — a move on a chessboard.

but this one?

this one was chosen.

held in the shrine courtyard of the nakamoto estate, under the quiet watch of ancestors and gods alike, it began with the low beat of taiko drums and the scent of incense curling through the crisp morning air.

you stood at the center of it all.

dressed in a white shiromuku, the traditional bridal kimono of purity and rebirth. its silk trailed the floor, heavy and immaculate, embroidered with phoenixes and cranes in shimmering thread. your tsunokakushi — the white head covering meant to conceal ego — crowned your head, soft and still.

beside you stood yuta.

his posture was straight, proud, the black crested montsuki haori and hakama hanging from his frame like armor. he looked every bit the oyabun — the head of a family — and yet his gaze never left you, like nothing else in the world demanded his attention.

behind you, rows of men and women knelt on tatami mats — the inner circle of the nakamoto clan. some bore tattoos beneath their sleeves, others scarred hands, others cold eyes trained by violence and loyalty. but in this moment, they were still. silent.

they were bearing witness.

the priest began the shinzen kekkon — the wedding before the gods — by purifying the space with shide and sake, then guiding you and yuta to the front of the altar. a sacred tree branch, tamagushi, was placed in your joined hands. together, you offered it to the kami, bowing low.

this was no contract.

this was devotion.

your palms touched. warm. sure.

and then came the san-san-kudo — the sharing of three cups of sake, each one drunk in three sips: first you, then him, then together. nine sips in total. three-three-nine. an old number. a sacred one.

you drank slowly, your lips brushing the rim, the liquid sharp and ancient on your tongue.

when he drank, he didn’t look at the cup.

he looked at you.

as the final sip passed between you, the priest intoned words of binding.

not legally.

spiritually.

eternally.

and then yuta turned to you, voice low but clear.

“i married you once for duty,” he said. “now i marry you for truth.”

your throat tightened.

you bowed your head and replied, voice steady:

“and i vow to walk beside you, not behind.”

there were no claps.

no applause.

just silence.

respectful.

reverent.

a world watching its king choose something sacred.

when you stepped away from the altar, hand in hand, a man approached from the side.

takuya.

he bowed.

deeply.

then, with solemn hands, presented the ceremonial dagger — tantō — wrapped in white silk. a symbol of acceptance into the family. not as a pawn.

but as one of them.

yuta took it, unwrapped it, and turned to you.

“kneel,” he said softly.

you did.

without fear.

he placed the blade across your palms.

“you carry the weight of my name,” he said. “from now on, no one questions your place.”

you bowed low, touching your forehead to the hilt.

when you stood again, your eyes met his — and something ancient passed between you. a vow older than paper. stronger than ink.

hours later, after the feast, after the toasts, after the smoke and laughter and low bows from men who once called you nothing but ‘the girl from the village’...

you were lying on your stomach in the private room upstairs, your white kimono loosened and draped to your waist, exposing the pale skin of your back and arm.

the tattoo artist sat beside you, focused and quiet.

the hum of the needle filled the room.

yuta was there too.

he sat behind you, shirtless, cross-legged on the floor, watching the design bloom across your skin — a dragon and peony motif interlaced with fine black wind bars, each line tying you deeper into their world. the colors were subtle, but fierce.

the design stretched from your shoulder down to the start of your wrist.

a mirror to his.

not identical. not copied.

complementary.

his hand rested on your calf, thumb drawing lazy circles as the artist worked. you winced once, and he leaned forward, kissing your spine.

“almost done,” he murmured.

you nodded, breath steady.

when the final line was inked and the cloth wiped away the last trace of blood, the artist stepped back.

yuta stood.

he offered his hand.

you took it.

the photograph was more than a picture.

it was a statement. a declaration. an immortal moment suspended in monochrome — raw and reverent. in it, you sat with your back to the camera, your legs drawn close, arms resting lightly over your chest, the cropped sarashi wrapping your torso like a ribbon of quiet power. the light caught the shine of your new tattoo: a sweeping sleeve of mythical creatures and chrysanthemum blooms, still fresh, still red at the edges, but already a part of you. you wore it like a second skin, regal and unbothered, your chin slightly lifted, your hair pulled into a loose knot at the nape of your neck, strands framing your face. behind you sat yuta, shirtless, composed, his own tattoos a war map of history carved into muscle and bone. he sat in seiza, arms resting on his knees, head turned just slightly toward your shoulder, not in possession — but in respect.

the image held no smiles. no forced emotion. it was calm. deliberate. powerful. and when it was printed, framed, and placed in the tokonoma alcove of the clan’s primary meeting room, no one questioned it. it hung higher than the weapons displayed on the walls, higher than the scrolls of bloodlines and signed treaties — at the very center of the room, commanding the eye.

to those who entered from the outside, it was a symbol of unity between worlds: tradition and transformation. loyalty and love. ink and intention.

but to those who belonged to the nakamoto clan, it meant something more.

it was the moment they stopped seeing you as “the outsider.” the girl in the white dress from a village none of them could name. the contract bride. the quiet one who used to bow too deeply and speak too little.

now, you sat beside yuta during meetings — not in silence, but in observation. not hidden behind him, but at his side. when younger wives or girlfriends were brought into the compound — nervous, uncertain, too afraid to speak — you were the first to greet them. you created rules to protect them. gave them space to breathe. and over time, it wasn’t uncommon for high-ranking members of the clan to glance your way during decisions, silently asking for your read. your word.

sometimes, you gave it. calmly. decisively.

and when you did, yuta never interrupted.

he listened. he agreed. he trusted.

your presence became part of the structure — not ornamental, but foundational. the quiet balance to yuta’s fire. the logic behind his instinct. you were his shadow when it was needed, and his shield when he left himself exposed. and though some still whispered in the dark corners of old ways, they never challenged you. not after the photograph. not after the wedding. not after the way yuta looked at you when he thought no one was watching.

he looked at you like you had saved him.

because you had.

that night, long after the meeting room had emptied and the halls had quieted, you found yourselves in the sanctuary of your shared space — warm lamplight casting soft amber shadows across the tatami mats, the scent of cedar and sandalwood lingering in the air. your yukata was folded neatly on the bench, your body bare beneath the sheets, still warm from the bath, hair damp against your shoulders. you sat cross-legged on the futon, eyes closed, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the new lines of your tattooed arm. it ached — not painfully, but as a reminder. of everything you now carried. of everything you had chosen.

yuta entered quietly, still in his black hakama, his haori open at the chest. he watched you for a long moment, leaning against the doorframe. no words. just breath. reverence.

then, slowly, he crossed the room.

he knelt in front of you, hands resting on his thighs, gaze fixed on your face. when you opened your eyes, he was there — so close, so still, as if moving too fast might shatter something fragile between you.

“i see you,” he said quietly, voice low and full. “not just as my wife. not just as my lover. i see the whole of you. and i want you to know… i trust you with everything. with this clan. with my life. with myself.”

your throat tightened, your chest blooming with something deep and unspeakable. you reached for him, cupping his face with your inked hand. his fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to hold you there.

he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the inside of your palm.

then another to your wrist.

and then, slowly, he laid you down.

his body followed, not with urgency, but with worship — every kiss placed like an offering, every touch a vow. he undressed with no rush, peeling away the layers of cloth until only skin remained between you, until he could feel the curve of your thighs against his hips, your breath against his throat.

he kissed the dragon on your shoulder, then the soft underside of your arm, the delicate line of your ribs. when he reached the curve of your waist, he paused, resting his cheek against your stomach.

“i’ve never bowed to anything but blood and blade,” he whispered. “but for you… i kneel willingly.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, the pads of your thumbs brushing over the scars on his back.

“you don’t have to kneel,” you whispered. “just stay.”

he did.

that night, he didn’t take you roughly. he didn’t claim. he shared. his lips traced every new line on your body as if learning them for the first time. he kissed the places where you winced, and moaned softly when you melted beneath him. he held your hands above your head, not to restrain — but to ground. to feel your pulse against his palms, the heartbeat he’d promised to protect.

when he finally pushed into you, the stretch was deep, familiar, perfect. no pain now. no hesitation. only breath. only movement. you gasped his name against his mouth and he shuddered, whispering yours back like a confession.

he moved slow.

steady.

deliberate.

your bodies rocked in time with the sound of distant wind through the paper doors, with the beating of your own hearts. he watched your face the whole time — every arch of your spine, every flutter of your lashes, every whisper that spilled from your lips.

and when you came — trembling, wet, full of him — he followed, murmuring words into your neck, words you couldn’t remember later but felt deep in your bones.

afterward, you lay tangled in silk and sweat, your inked bodies glowing under the flicker of dying lamplight.

he pulled you close.

kissed your forehead.

and whispered into your ear with a voice only meant for you:

“you’re not just the woman i love. you’re the one who made me real.”

and in the silence that followed, you smiled.

because you believed him.

completely.

the journey was quiet.

no guards. no entourage. just you and yuta in the back of a black car, the windows fogged slightly from the spring rain outside. he hadn’t said much since you left the house — just held your hand loosely in his lap, his thumb tracing slow, endless circles against your skin. the route took you far from the city, past rice fields and roadside shrines, into the kind of silence that belonged to memory and ghosts.

when the car finally stopped, you stepped out into a small mountain cemetery — tucked into the hills, moss-covered, serene. the rain had eased into a mist, the scent of wet earth and cedar wrapping around you like incense.

the cemetery was quiet in the way only mountain cemeteries could be — the silence not empty, but full, brimming with memory, with weight, with things that still hovered in the air long after breath and body had left the world. above the hills, the late spring sun filtered through a haze of low clouds, casting a soft, muted light over the moss-covered stones and uneven steps. you walked beside yuta, your fingers lightly wrapped around his, your pace steady and deliberate, each step more a ritual than a motion. the path curved slightly as it climbed, the gravel crunching underfoot, and the scent of pine and damp earth rose in slow, solemn waves around you, the kind of scent that felt ancient, like it had always belonged to places like this.

he didn’t speak as you walked. he hadn’t spoken much all morning, and you hadn’t asked him to. you knew what this day meant. what it carried. what it demanded of him. when he finally stopped, it was without warning, his body going still as if something inside him had met resistance — not fear, not hesitation, but reverence. you followed the direction of his gaze and saw it: the gravestone set slightly apart from the others, modest in size, but so immaculately kept that the stone still gleamed beneath the faded sky. the characters were carved deep into the black granite, bold but elegant:

nakamoto shotaro 1972 — 1989

you stared at the dates for a long time, feeling the years settle into your bones. he had been seventeen when he died. seventeen and full of the kind of impossible plans that only younger brothers had — plans to run, to rebel, to protect someone taller than him with his own small body if it meant taking some of the weight off his shoulders. you didn’t know him, not really, not in voice or laughter or presence. but you felt him now — in the way yuta’s hand tightened around yours, in the way the breeze shifted at your ankles, in the way something unspoken hovered just above the earth.

yuta knelt slowly, his knees pressing into the gravel, the sleeves of his haori brushing the edges of the stone as he reached forward with both hands and gently set down a bundle of fresh white chrysanthemums. he didn’t rush. he adjusted each stem until they sat perfectly balanced, then bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the stone. you stayed behind him, giving him the space to let the moment breathe, your heart tightening in your chest with each passing second.

when he finally lifted his head, he exhaled slowly — a sound that wasn’t just breath, but release, something old and painful and buried long enough that it had become part of his spine. his voice, when it came, was low and quiet, spoken more to the grave than to you.

“i couldn’t come before,” he said. “i didn’t know how.”

the wind stirred slightly, catching the edge of his hair.

“i ran. i thought if i built something powerful enough, loud enough, cold enough… maybe it would drown the guilt. maybe i wouldn’t see your face every time i closed my eyes.”

he glanced back at you then, and you met his gaze, offering him nothing but presence.

“but i never stopped seeing you,” he continued, turning back to the stone. “and i never stopped thinking — what would you say if you could see me now? if you knew what i’ve become?”

he reached into the inner fold of his robe and pulled out a photograph, carefully wrapped in a cloth. he unfolded it slowly and set it down beside the flowers, weighing it with a smooth black stone.

you recognized the image before you saw it fully.

it was the photo.

the one of you and him — back to back, inked and bare, solemn and unbreakable.

“this is her,” he whispered. “the one who brought me home. my precious wife.”

you stepped forward then, kneeling beside him. you didn’t speak. instead, you pressed your palm to the stone, fingers splayed. it was cool beneath your skin, rough at the edges, and yet it vibrated faintly, as if warmed by something deeper than sunlight. in that moment, you felt him — not just yuta, but shotaro too — and it struck you how alike they must have been. same blood. same defiance. same loyalty.

yuta turned his head toward you, his voice steadier now, softer. “i told you once that i had a sister,” he said. “but i never told you why i stopped speaking to her. it wasn’t just grief. it was shame. she raised us both after our parents passed away, and i failed her. failed him.”

you looked at him, your expression unreadable, your voice gentle.

“but you didn’t fail him, yuta. you survived. and now you’re honoring him in the only way that matters — by living differently. by loving differently.”

his eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened again, they were wet.

not broken.

not defeated.

just full.

he took your hand and kissed the back of it slowly, then stood. you rose with him, brushing gravel from your knees. together, you bowed one last time to the stone, deeper than before, not as farewell but as acceptance — of loss, of memory, of love that had changed its shape but never its place.

as you turned to leave, the wind passed again through the trees, rustling the leaves above like a whisper, and you could’ve sworn — just for a second — that the air felt warmer. lighter. forgiven.

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logoleptic-since-06 · 7 months ago

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JJK Actor AU Headcanons

Note: This has been on my drafts for ages. I love seeing actor AU so much. I altered some of their canon personalities (obviously) and there's mentions of two non-shipped characters getting together.

⌗ Gojo and Sukuna are A-list actors, the internet broke when the news of them starring in a TV show together got out

⌗ Gojo also models and was a child actor

⌗ Megumi is related to Gojo, making him kind of a nepo-baby

⌗ This show is Yuji's first break, he also won an Emmy for his acting in S2

⌗ All interviewers claim to love working with Yuji, given how interactive he is

⌗ Nobara makes tiktoks with the cast members during shooting, she has a large number of followers and is verified

⌗ Inumaki was a disney child star and is childhood best friends with Megumi

⌗ Contradicting his role in the show, Inumaki is a pretty talkative and extroverted person

⌗ All the kids go to Sukuna for advice in the acting industry, he has a great bond with them all; Nobara keeps him updated on the latest trends that he fails to understand

⌗ Toji has starred in a sitcom before, and is known as a down to earth celebrity, so seeing him play the role he plays in this show was unexpected

⌗ This is Nanami's first time acting as he is normally a director

⌗ After his death, Nanami remained backstage as one of the directors, still having a close bond with the cast members

⌗ Nanami and Utahime, despite their characters having little to no interaction, met on the set of a previous movie they worked at together and had been dating since; they end up getting married by the time the show ended

⌗ Choso is a popular singer and this is his first acting role, some of the cast members are featured in one of his music videos

⌗ Due to Gojo and Geto's closeness, many people have speculated that they are dating

⌗ Maki and Nobara have a podcast

⌗ Yuta has been a victim of cancel culture on Twitter on an accident before Gojo's PR team took care of it

⌗ Todo has gotten into multiple scandals, but due to his close relationship with everyone on set, he has not been fired

⌗ Ino and Haibara are brothers

⌗ Higuruma is an oscar-winning actor and when his casting was announced, it was all over social media

⌗ Geto is the most secretive of them all, with his social media barely containing any posts and him having a dry humour during interviews

⌗ Despite all of this, he has a huge fanbase and has edits made of him on a daily basis

⌗ Nanami is always surprised when he sees people make edits of him

⌗ Shoko and Gojo have worked with each other as leads of a romcom

⌗ (I saw this on a tiktok and had to share it) During an interview, the adult cast members were asked who the best person was to take home to parents and they all said Utahime

⌗ The cast members kept in touch even years after the show ended

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itsgerges · 2 months ago

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Best Regards

Can The Gravitational Waves Be Accelerated?

Paper Reason

Why do we need to answer this question? Why I have to write this paper? Because

In my previous paper I have provided a definition for (The Matter Nature) and (How Is The Matter Created?) but I have written NO definition about the matter Mass and this is strange to provide a definition of the matter without a definition for the matter mass- that's why this paper is written –

firstly let's remember shortly the matter 4 features

Planet Matter Formation And Nature

I- Planet Diameter Is Created As A Function In Its Velocity

Planet motion is defined before this planet creation

Planet is created in its orbit and from this orbit energy

II- Matter Is Created In Pairs And No Single Matter Can Be Created

III- Matter Is Created Based On Two Energies

(One Energy Is Insufficient To Cause Any Matter Creation)

IV- The Eyes Vision Is A Player In The Matter Creation Process

These are the four features I have discussed and proved in my previous paper- and No definition of Mass is in it- for that- I write this paper to define the Planet Mass

Planet Mass Definition Problem

The problem is (The Mass definition depends on unknown concepts by the physics book)

If we review the matter four features we will see that many of them depend on unknown concepts by the physics book- for example- feature No .(II) tells the matter is created in pairs – this is unknown concept by the physics book and I have to prove it, for that I use the experiment of Gamma ray (1.2 Mev) from which electron and position are created-and also-I use the creation system which produces male and female- based on this data- I suppose (the matter is created in pairs and no single matter can be created) for that I provide proves by the planets data to prove this hypothesis where planet velocity and diameter analysis prove the planets are created in pairs and no single planet can be created-

Planet Mass definition depends on many similar unknown concepts–the proves details will cause chaos for the respectful reader- shortly- the correct action is to put Planet mass definition in the end of the paper after all hypotheses and proves- but- that force to put the matter definition without the mass definition

Now – I have a solution for this dilemma

I put here the planet mass definition and I suppose the respectful reader reads the whole paper with all hypotheses and discussions- please Note- I put my previous paper as a whole behind Planet Mass definition to be used as reference for the respectful reader to review all discussions and proves in it

Planet Mass Definition

Planet Mass Is A Rate Of Time Causes To Accelerate The Gravitational Wave

To understand this definition we need to answer the following questions

Why Are The Gravitational Waves Accelerated?

Do We Have A Proof For The Gravitational Waves Acceleration?

How Can We Accelerate The Speed Of Light (C=300000 km/s)?

Can We Know The Place In Which The Gravitational Waves Be Accelerated? In Which Planet Orbit That's Done?

Technically How Can The Wave Moves By 205.8 km/s To Be Accelerated??

Why does Not planet data refer to its mass as the other planets data?

Why Is Planet Mass Increased Gradually During A Period Of Time?

Why Is NOT Planet Mass Increased Gradually For Ever?

The Masses Rates Cause To Accelerate The Gravitational Waves And The Accelerated Gravitational Waves Can Produce The Light Beam (The Sun Rays Production)- Can Explain That In More Details?

What Proves Are Provided for this idea tells (The Masses Rates Cause To Accelerate The Gravitational Waves And The Accelerated Gravitational Waves Can Produce The Light Beam (The Sun Rays Production))?

Question No. 1

Why Are The Gravitational Waves Accelerated?

The paper hypotheses tell, the gravitational waves are created by the planets motions energies and not by any gravitational field- and- all planets motions energies are unified together in one unified energy (one unified wave which is the gravitational wave – and this unified wave velocity is 205.8 km/s) and in this wave the planets motions energies total is stored and accumulated during a period of time- till this unified wave (the unified energy) be so massive energy can create a light beam- and this light beam is created by gravitational waves moving by speed of light – as the article stated

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

This new article tells the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam- that tells these waves move by speed of light (300000 km/s) but the unified wave velocity is 205.8 km/s- that proves the gravitational waves are accelerated to move by speed of light

ALSO

We note the wave motion by speed of light can NOT produce a light beam because the light beam is produced by the value (C^2 = squared speed of light)- means- the acceleration causes the gravitational wave velocity to be accelerated from 205.8 km/s to the speed of light (C=300000km/s) and then this wave is accelerated one more time from speed of light (C) to be (C^2 = squared speed of light) -Shortly- the acceleration is done two times – the first caused the wave velocity 205.8 km/s to be accelerated to speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and the second caused the speed of light to be accelerated to (C^2= squared speed of light) and from this value the light beam is created - ALSO

The paper hypotheses tell, the Sun is NOT Doing nuclear fusion to produce its rays but the sun rays are created by the gravitational waves motions as stated by the article- The Sun is a phenomenon created by the planets motions energies because the planets motions energies create the gravitational waves and the Sun rays are created from these gravitational waves motions energies-

Question No. 2

Do We Have A Proof For The Gravitational Waves Acceleration?

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

The article tells the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam- NOT all gravitational waves move by speed of light but some of them only- that proves the waves are accelerated- also we know the gravitational wave velocity is 205.8 km/s and this is the original velocity of the waves before any acceleration- the motion by speed of light can be done only by the waves acceleration

Notice -If the gravitational waves are produced by the gravitational field the waves speed should be equal for all- means- all waves should move by speed of light (because the article found some of them move by speed of light) – that all is not correct- the waves are produced by the planets motions and the waves move by the planets motions velocities total (205.8 km/s) and the waves speed is accelerated by the reflection of these waves– for that- some waves move by low velocity (205.8 km/s) and some waves can move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

Question No. 3

How Can We Accelerate The Speed Of Light (C=300000 km/s)?

The Acceleration is done by the reflection of the gravitational waves- means- the waves are reflected and the reflection causes to square the speed of these reflected waves- Shortly- the wave speed was 205.8 km/s and the wave is reflected and the reflection caused to square the wave speed and by that the wave speed be equal (speed of light C=300000 km/s) – Please remember (300000 = 7.1 x (205.8)^2) by this equation the gravitational waves speed is accelerated from 205.85 km/s to speed of light (C= 300000 km/s) -And the gravitational waves are reflected one more time and that caused to square the waves velocity from the speed of light to (C^2= squared speed of light) -We know, the gravitational waves are reflected three times in the solar system – from Neptune to Saturn (1st reflection), and from Uranus to Jupiter (2nd reflection) and from Venus to Mars (3rd reflection)

Question No. 4

Can We Know The Place In Which The Gravitational Waves Be Accelerated? In Which Planet Orbit That's Done?

The gravitational waves move by speed (205.8 km/s) in the orbits of Pluto, Neptune and Uranus- The acceleration is done in Saturn Orbit – means- the gravitational waves move in Saturn orbit by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and the waves pass all planets orbits by this speed from Saturn till reach to Venus and Venus reflected the waves to Mars and made the speed of light to be accelerated and squared (C^2)

That explains why the orbits of (Pluto, Neptune and Uranus) are massive orbits because the energy is stored in waves move by low velocity but from Saturn to Venus the orbits are small because the energy is stored in waves move by speed of light – No great areas are required

Question No. 5

Technically How Can The Wave Moves By 205.8 km/s To Be Accelerated??

The acceleration process depends on the rate of time use- for example

(One Second Of The Sun Clock = 1461 Seconds Of The Gravitational Wave Clock)

By this rate, the gravitational wave moves by speed of light 300000 km/s (relative to the sun)

The whole machine depends on the sun point of space- the sun point is a stationary point and for that all planets motions (and waves motions) are done relative the sun point of space- shortly- the planets motions produce energies and these energies are unified into one wave (the gravitational wave) and this unified energy is accumulated during a period of time till be a massive energy and this massive energy causes high speed motion for the gravitational waves but this high speed motion is done relative to the sun point of space because all motions are done relative to it

Shortly- the cornerstone behind the acceleration of the gravitational waves is the use of the rate of time- the wave velocity is 205.8 km/s relative to all planets but it moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to the sun- because of the rate of time (One Second Of The Sun Clock = 1461 Seconds Of The Gravitational Wave Clock)

Here we see the role of the mass in this process and we can realize why the mass definition is a complex one

Question No. 6

Why does Not planet data refer to its mass as the other planets data?

The rate of time is created as a rate between two velocities- for example- Mercury velocity = 1.6 the Earth velocity for that (One hour of Mercury Clock = 1.6 hours of the Earth Clock)- but- the gravitational waves are reflected three times in the solar system and with each reflection the rate (v1/v2) is changed into (v1/v2)^2 and (v1/v2)^3- but- the matter definition tells (Planet matter is created in its orbit and from its orbit energy)- for that-based on the rate (v1/v2) many planet data is created as planet diameter, orbital inclination and many others where based on the rate (v1/v2)^3 Planet mass is created (and planet orbital period)- that explains why planet diameter is defined before this planet mass- and explains why the planet geometrical design depends on its volume and not on its mass because the planet volume is defined firstly and the planet mass is created gradually during a period of time (In proportionality to its volume) (notice planet orbital distance depends on (v1/v2)^2)

Shortly- the important news tell

Planet volume is created firstly but Planet mass is created gradually during a period of time after this planet volume creation- but

Question No. 7

Why Is Planet Mass Increased Gradually During A Period Of Time?

The rate of time refers to the stored energy- for example Mercury velocity = 10.08 Pluto velocity for that (One hour of Mercury Clock = 10.08 hours of Pluto Clock)- that means- Pluto motion energy for 10.08 hours can be used by Mercury in One hour only- this is a accumulation of the motion energy- the mass is increased with the increase of the rate of time (which causes the increase of the stored energy)- another example (One hour of Mercury Clock = 576 hours of Saturn Clock)- this number (576) caused to create a great mass–why? because the rate of time caused to increase and accumulate the stored energy

It's simple idea

The mass is energy (E=mc^2)- the equation tells (More Mass = More energy)

I provide a similar idea ( More Mass = Greater Rate Of Time = More Energy)

Here The Creation Of The Mass (By Using The Motion Energy) Needs The Gradual Increasing During A Period Of Time – that's why the mass is increase gradually

Question No. 8

Why Is NOT Planet Mass Increased Gradually For Ever?

The planets motions energies total is accumulated to produce The Sun Rays –

and – The used mechanism is

(the stored energy is used to accelerate the gravitational waves till move by speed of light and create the value C^2 =squared speed of light from which the light beam can be created)-

For that–we store the motion energy in (the planets masses) to enable the gravitational waves speed to be accelerated to move by speed of light- shortly- we store the energy in the planets masses to be used as tools can accelerate the gravitational waves – now if the gravitational waves speed can produce the light beam no more energy should be stored in the masses (no increase in mass) because we need the energy to produce the sun rays – the planets masses is a tool in the sun rays production process- for that reason- the planet mass is NOT increased for ever-

Also – this is understandable- because Planet mass is a rate of time and we use the rate of time to create the sun rays- if the sun rays are created no greater rate of time is required- we save the machine produced the light beam to be used frequently based on the same system without any change – Means- No increase for planet mass forever

Question No. 9

The Masses Rates Cause To Accelerate The Gravitational Waves And The Accelerated Gravitational Waves Can Produce The Light Beam (The Sun Rays Production)- Can Explain That In More Details?

Let's move step by step

(i)

The light beam can be produced by the value (C^2= Squared Speed Of Light) – means the sun rays production needs this value (C^2 = Squared speed of light)

(ii)

The gravitational waves move by speed of light based on the rate of time (1=1461)

Means- (one second of the Sun clock = 1461 seconds of the gravitational wave clock)

The gravitational waves move by (205.8 km/s) (relative to all planets) and during 1461 seconds the waves move 300000 km BUT the sun clock does NOT see the period 1461 seconds but sees only (One Second)- for that- the gravitational waves move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to the sun

(iii)

The light beam is created by the value (C^2 = Squared Speed Of Light)

Now- the rate (1=1461) enables the waves to move by speed of light(C=300000 km/s) and to move by (C^2 = Squared Speed Of Light) we need ((1)^2= (1461)^2) which means (1= 1461^2= 2134521)

Shortly we need the rate

(one second of the Sun clock = 2134521 seconds of the gravitational wave clock)

By this rate can the light beam be created – and this rate of time is provided by the planets masses- this is the role of planet mass because it provides the required rate of time by which the sun rays can be created – (please note – this is a great rate of time which means it stores massive amount of energy- and this is the fact- because this massive amount of energy is stored in the planets masses)

Question No. 10

The Idea Tells (The Planets Masses Total Is Defined Based On Accurate System To Enable To Create The Required Rate Of Time (1=1461^2= 2134521)

THE PROVES

Proof No. (I)

Jupiter Mass = Pluto Mass x 130000 And

2134521 = 130000 x 17.2 (error 5%)

17.2 degrees = Pluto orbital inclination

We know planet orbital inclination is used as a rate of time- here we see the required rate (1461^2=2134521) is produced by the rate of masses between Jupiter and Pluto and based on Pluto orbital inclination- it's clear and direct proof for my theory

Let's write the idea in more details

All planets masses are created by accurate values in proportionality with geometrical rules to cause (Jupiter mass to be 1898 x10^24 kg ) (the greatest mass) and (Pluto mass to be 0.0146 x10^24 kg) (the smallest mass) and by that the rate between them be 130000 and based on Pluto orbital inclination (17.2 deg) the rate (1461^2= 2134521) is produced to enable the Sun Rays Production process to be done

The paper proves the masses are created in proportionality to each other- here- I refer only to the reason of this proportionality-because the machine needs the rate (130000) between the greatest and smallest masses to enable the process to be done

Notice - Please remember The Rule (R1R2= Constant) (R=Planet diameter)

341.7 million km = Jupiter diameter 142984 km x Pluto diameter 2390 km

341.7 million km = Jupiter radius 71492 km x Mercury diameter 4879 km (2%)

341.7 million km = Saturn diameter 120536 km x 4 Mars diameter 6792 km (4%)

341.7 million km = Uranus diameter 51118 km x Earth radius 6378 km (5%)

341.7 million km = Neptune diameter 49528 km x 2 The Moon diameter 3475 km

This rule proves Jupiter and Pluto diameters are controlled by the same rule- that proves a geometrical system is found between the two planets which shows the masses proportionality is found based on geometrical rules

Proof No. (II)

Pluto Orbital Period =90560 days =2134521 hours (error 2%)

We remember the required rate of time

(One second of the Sun clock = 2134521 seconds of the gravitational wave clock)

And the gravitational wave clock is similar to any planet clock and similar to Pluto clock -Means- the rate should be

(One second of the Sun clock = 2134521 seconds of Pluto clock)

BUT 90560 x 24 = 2134521

We know each planet orbital period is its rate of time- for that-

(One Day Of The Sun Clock = 90560 Days Of Pluto Clock) AND

(One Day Of The Sun Clock = 365.25 Days Of The Earth Clock)

All Planets Similarly Use Their Orbital Periods As Their Rate Of Time –

(One Day Of The Sun Clock = 4331 Days Of Jupiter Clock)

Now – we have a question

If (One Day Of The Sun Clock = 90560 Days Of Pluto Clock)

How can (One Day Of The Sun Clock = 2134521 Days Of Pluto Clock)??

The Solution

We know (One Hour Of Mercury Clock =24 Hours Of Any Planet Clock) –

AND

If (One Day Of The Sun Clock = 2134521 Days Of Pluto Clock) – that means

(One Day Of The Sun Clock = 90560 Days Of Mercury Clock)

Now we reach to the rate (1=90560) which is created based on the rate (1=2134521)

Shortly- the rate (1=2134521) should be between the sun and Pluto

And - the rate (1=90560) should be between the sun and Mercury

So- why this rate (1=90560) is used between the sun and Pluto??

Let's answer in following

The Sun Point Creation Revision

We know- before the sun creation the planets were found and revolving in their orbits around a point in space- and the sun is created on this point of space – why??

Because the sun is the stationary point- its velocity is (1 km/s = Zero approximately)

How can a stationary point be created on the moving energy (moving light beam)? We have asked before (How To Find A Stationary Point On The Sea Page!?)

It's the whirlpool or vortex found on the sea page

The Sun Point Of Space is created as following

The planets revolve around a point in space- the revolution creates two velocities on both sides the velocities are equal in value and opposite in direction by that a stationary point is created in the center of the revolution- this stationary point is the sun point

We understand the planets are geometrical points found on one light beam- means- the light moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and any velocity less than speed of light is created by a rate of time- for example- Mercury velocity is 47.4 km/s this velocity is created based on a rate of time (one second of the light beam clock = 6330 seconds of Mercury clock) because the light moves in one second (300000 km) and Mercury is carried on the light motion (as a ship moves on the sea- the ship is similar to Mercury and the sea is similar to the light beam- also the stationary point can be similar to the whirlpool or vortex found on the sea page- spite the sea waves move but the whirlpool is stationary doesn't move with the sea waves)

Shortly

Any low velocity is found depending on a rate of time is created with this low velocity- BUT why do we need these low velocities? because

We need to create the stationary point its velocity (1 km/s = Zero approximately)- means- we decrease the motion speed till reach to the stationary point

The motion speed is the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and we decreased it gradually till reach to the stationary point its velocity (1 km/s = Zero approximately)-

How can we do that? By The Creation Of The Planets Velocities

Each planet velocity is less than its previous neighbor and the velocity is decreased gradually till reach to Pluto (4.7 km/s) the smallest velocity – now- the sun point velocity is less than Pluto because it's the stationary point its velocity (1 km/s = Zero approximately)

We see clearly- each planet velocity is decreased with longer orbital distance- means- the sun (velocity) should be found beyond Pluto point-

Shortly- the geometrical design found a necessity for the reflection of the positions and for that- the most fast planet (mercury) is the nearest planet to the sun and most slow planet (Pluto) is the most far one- that shows Pluto position is reflected to the required position by the rule used to decrease the speed till reach to the stationary point- that's why the rate is reflected where - the rate (1=2134521) should be between the sun and Pluto -And - the rate (1=90560) should be between the sun and Mercury

We found that the rate (1=90560) is used between the sun and Pluto

NOTICE

This dilemma is solved by the planets axial tilts because

Pluto orbital period 90560 days = 176 days (Mercury Day Period) x 511

Where 511 degrees = the planets axial tilts total

The Conclusion

The planets masses rates are used to accelerate the gravitational waves to enable the waves to cause the light beam production (The Sun Rays Production Process)

Paper Argument

The Current Solar System Description Is Wrong Because It Depends On (5 Wrong Concepts) which are

The physicist Supposes The Planets Motions Are Independent From Each Other

Planet Formation And Nature (The Major Discussion)

Space Nature And Properties

The Sun Rays Creation Theory

The Solar System History (The Big Bang Concept is Wrong)

Paper hypothesis No. (1)

The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies And Not By The Gravitational Field- ALSO - (The Sun Doesn't Produce A Gravitational Field)

Planet motion produces energy (1/2 mv^2) and this energy creates waves in the space- and these waves move by its planet velocity- for example- Mercury (47.4 km/s) moves and its motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by equal velocity (47.4 km/s)- means- the planets move and their motions create waves in the space and each wave moves by its planet velocity- AND the planets revolve around the sun in the same one direction for that their motions energies create waves in the space and these waves move perpendicular on the revolution direction (Toward Pluto orbit) AND in Pluto orbit these waves are unified together into one unified wave- this unified wave moves by a velocity= 205.8 km/s where The 9 planets velocities total=176 km/s but I add the Earth moon velocity (29.8 km/s) that makes the total to be 205.8 km/s – I add the moon velocity because the energy is stored finally in the moon orbit- This Unified Wave Is The Gravitational Waves

–AND- the gravitational waves are reflected three times in the solar system – from Neptune to Saturn (1st reflection) and from Uranus to Jupiter (2nd reflection) and from Venus to Mars (3rd reflection)

The gravitational waves reflection causes effects on the planets data because the reflection defines the energy motion direction- Also the gravitational waves reflection causes to square the wave velocity- means- if a gravitational wave velocity is (v) and this wave is reflected- its velocity after the wave reflection will be (v^2)

Paper hypothesis No. (2)

The Sun Is Not Doing Nuclear Fusion To Produce Its Rays- Instead- The Sun Rays Are Produced By The Gravitational Waves Motions Energies- let's see this article

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

AND Paper 1st hypothesis stated- The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies- and NOT By The Gravitational Field

Shortly the Sun Is Not Doing Nuclear Fusion To Produce Its Rays- Instead- The Sun Rays Are Produced By The Gravitational Waves Motions Energies- AND-

The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies-

Means- The Sun Is A Phenomenon Created By The Planets Motions Energies

The Fact Is That Before The Sun Creation The Planets Were Created And Revolving In Their Orbits Around A Point In Space- And- The Planets Motions Produce Energies And These Energies Create Waves In The Space And These Waves Are Unified Together Into One Unified Wave- And This One Unified Wave Energy Is Accumulated During A Period Of Time Till Be So Massive Energy (the massive energy is seen in the gravitational wave motion by speed of light) and when this energy be sufficient to produce a light- the sun rays are produced from this accumulated massive energy and the sun is created and put on the point of space around which the planets revolve- AND that explains why the sun corona temperature is 5 million Kelvin but the sun surface temperature is 5800 Kelvin- because the energy is not produced from the sun body but the energy comes from out of the sun body for that the energy out of the sun is so greater than the energy inside the sun (the energy comes from the gravitational waves which are produced by the planets motions energies total)

Notice - The Sun Is A Phenomenon Created By The Planets Motions That Means The Sun Life And Death Depends On A Cycle- Means- After This Sun Death Another Sun Will Be Created For The Solar System- Because The Sun Is The Outlet For The Planets Motions Accumulated Energies And It's Necessary To Use This Energy To Produce The Sun Rays Because It's Impossible To Store The Planets Motions Energies In The Space Forever Without Using.

Paper hypothesis No. (3)

The Planets Motions Use Different Rates Of Time

The rate of time is useful because it enables to accumulate the planets motions energies during a period of time- understandable- Planet motion energy is small energy and the sun rays is massive energy and that necessitates to accumulate the planets motions energies total during a period of time till be sufficient to produce light beams (the sun rays)-Shortly-if the planets motions don't use rates of time, no massive motion energy can be provided and for that NO enough energy will be found to produce the sun rays-means- No light beam can be created by planet motion energy

The rate of time is created as a planets velocities rate

For example Mercury velocity =1.6 the Earth velocity for that (one hour of Mercury clock = 1.6 hours of the Earth clock)-

But the solar system uses greater rates of time –let's provide examples

Example No. (1) (One Solar Day Of The Sun Clock = 365.25 Solar Days Of The Earth Clock) -By this rate of time– The planets motions energies total for a complete year can be used by the sun in one solar day and that accumulates massive motion energy to be used (notice 1461 days = 365+365+365+366)

Example No. (2) (One Second Of The Sun Clock=1461 Seconds Of The Gravitational Wave Clock)

We remember the unified wave (the gravitational wave) moves by 205.8 km/s -And – the gravitational wave moves in 1461 seconds a distance = 300000 km -BUT the Sun clock doesn't see this period 1461 seconds but sees only the period (ONE SECOND) – means- the distance 300000 km is passed in (ONE SECOND)only for the sun clock– That causes the gravitational waves to move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to The Sun – (the rate of time using is discussed in details in item No V)

Paper hypothesis No. (4)

The Solar System Geometrical Design Is Consisted Of 3 Parts

First Part Young Interference

(The Solar Planets And Their Orbits Are Created Based On Young Interference)

Second Part The Sun Creation Process

(The Sun Creation Is A Geometrical Addition To Young Interference)

Third Part Neptune Orbit Creation

(Neptune Orbit Creation Is Another Geometrical Addition To Young Interference)

The Paper Abstract Contents

I- Major Problems In The Physics Book

II- The Gravitational Waves Creation, Motion And Reflection

III- The Gravitational Waves Reflection Effects On The Planets Data (The Data Comparison)

IV- The Paper Hypothesis Proof (The Sun Rays Creation Theory)

V- The Planets Motions Use Different Rates Of Time

VI- The Proof Of Planet Nature Definition (Matter Nature Analysis)

VII - The Physicist Wrong Vision Proves

VIII- The Proves For Theory (There's A Light Beam Moves By Speed 1.16 Million Km Per Second)

IX- The Solar System Description Refutation

X - The Refutations Of Many Theories In The Physics Book

XI- The Space Creation Needs A Motion By Speed 1.16 Million Km Per Second (The Proves Discussion)

XII- Can Two Planets Diameters Be Equal?

Paper Definitions Are In Page No. 396 Questions And Answers Are In Page No.428

Article Mars Will Collide With The Earth And Push The Atmosphere Gases Into It page No.448

Paper Argument And Hypotheses Explanation

Paper Argument Explanation

Point No.(1) The Physicist Supposes The Planets Motions Are Independent From Each Other

The physicist supposes each planet motion is independent from the other motions where in fact the planets move as gears in one machine – the vision is wrong basically

Shortly-The planets are similar to fingers on one hand- the physicist sees these fingers motions are independent from each other while in fact It's One Hand Motion only – means- the planets motions are unified into one unified motion (Proved later)

Point No.(2) Planet Formation And Nature (The Major Discussion)

I- Planet Diameter Is Created As A Function In Its Velocity

(a) Planet Matter Nature

(b) Planet motion is defined before this planet creation

II- Matter Is Created In Pairs And No Single Matter Can Be Created

The Physicist Wrong Vision In His Searching For The Matter Building Unit

III- Matter Is Created Based On Two Energies (One Energy Is Insufficient To Cause Any Matter Creation)

IV- The Eyes Vision Is A Player In The Matter Creation Process

How Can The Observer Effect On The Observation Results? Let's start the discussion

I- Planet Diameter Is Created As A Function In Its Velocity – let's prove that

My Planet Diameter Equation (v1/v2)= (s/r)= I

v = Planet Velocity r = Planet Diameter I= Planet Orbital Inclination

s= Planet Rotation Periods Number In Its Orbital Period

v2, s, r and I are belonged to one planet and v1 is belonged to another planet

The planet (v1) is defined by test the minimum error

Earth Equation uses Neptune velocity

Mars Equation uses Pluto velocity

Jupiter Equation uses the Earth moon velocity

Saturn Equation uses Mars velocity

Uranus Equation uses Neptune velocity (As Earth)

Neptune Equation uses Saturn velocity

Pluto Equation uses the Earth moon velocity (As Jupiter)

Example Neptune Equation (89143 /49528) = 9.7/ 5.4 =1.8

89143 = Neptune rotation periods number in Neptune orbital period

49528 km = Neptune diameter 9.7 km/s = Saturn velocity

5.4 km/s = Neptune velocity 1.8 degrees= Neptune Orbital Inclination

59800 days = Neptune orbital period (and Neptune rotation period =16.1 hours)

The equation shortly tells Neptune diameter is 495285 km because Neptune velocity is 5.4 km/s – (the equation is discussed and proved in point No.**) but let's refer to its concept in following:

Planet diameter should be a function in its orbital distance –otherwise- this planet would be broken by its motion- BUT- the designer can't create a function has only 2 variables (Planet diameter and its orbital distance)- because– If this planet changes its orbit (orbital distance) its diameter would be broken also because the diameter is a direct function in the orbital distance without any other variables -As A Result- the designer created planet diameter as a function in this planet rotation period and the planet rotation period is created as a function in this planet velocity and the planet velocity is created as a function in this planet orbital distance- by that- the function between Planet diameter and its orbital distance is created but also it contains many variables (rotation period, orbital period and velocity)- by that- if the Planet changes its orbital distance- this planet orbital period, and velocity and rotation period would be changed but its diameter will be saved- Shortly – we need this equation here to prove the fact tells (Planet diameter is created as a function in its velocity) and that means- this planet motion is defined before this planet creation-for that we have to ask- How can Planet motion be defined before this planet creation?

(A) Planet Matter Nature

What's The Matter Nature? I have two examples to answer this question

(1st Example) The matter is similar to creature muscles- shortly- even if the muscle is very strong as a rock- we understand this muscle is found depending on the blood motion-and any change in the blood motion can effect on the muscle dimensions and ability- similar to that matter is created from energy and depending on this energy motion features

(2nd Example)–If the space is similar to the sea of water- the matter is similar to a whirlpool (vortex) found on the sea page- we understand the whirlpool (vortex) is created by the sea water but it has a distinguish picture from the sea waves and it moves by a different velocity from the sea waves- that explains how the moving energy can effect on the matter creation data- for example- we have a whirlpool (vortex) its diameter is 2 meters- why does this diameter equal= 2 meters? The diameter is created depending on the water velocity, pressure, amount and motion angle and many other features of (the moving water)- the moving water creates this whirlpool with diameter 2 meters and as long as the water motion is not changed this diameter will not be changed also- Similar to that, the matter is created from energy and this matter dimensions are defined depending on this energy motion features-

(B) Planet Motion Is Defined Before This Planet Creation

How can that be possible?

Planet matter is created of energy- the energy defines this planet motion before its creation and by that this planet matter dimensions are created depending on this energy motion features and after the creation the planet moves with this energy- that explains how Planet motion can be defined before this planet creation-

Notice- we understood the whirlpool (vortex) is created based on the sea water motion features and this whirlpool moves by a velocity different from the sea waves velocity but this whirlpool velocity is defined by the water motion features- means- before this whirlpool creation the water motion features defines this whirlpool dimensions and motion velocity- we can even predict these dimensions before the creation- we can predict the whirlpool diameter should be 2 meters if it's created based on this water motion its velocity (v), its pressure (P), its amount (A)….etc

Shortly before the whirlpool creation the water motion features define this whirlpool dimensions and motion velocity-

How Can This Idea Be Proved?

We know Matter is made of energy (E=mc^2) and Space Is Energy–for that-I suppose planet matter and its orbit space both are created from the same one energy-it's logical thinking and also there are many proves for this fact- let's explain

The orbit (space) was found before the planet creation and the planet is created in its orbit and from this orbit energy- for that –this planet creation data depended on this orbit data- and if a planet left its original orbit and migrate to another orbit we can discover this original orbit easily by the analysis for this planet creation data- for that- I can prove Mars original orbit was between Mercury and Venus because Mars creation data analysis refers to this orbit between Mercury and Venus with orbital distance = 84 million km- specifically- Mars diameter equation proves this fact - Also I can prove Neptune original orbit was Pluto current orbit 5906 million km because the analysis for Neptune creation data refers to this orbit (5906 mkm) frequently

(These proves are explained in details in item No. XI)

II- Matter Is Created In Pairs And No Single Matter Can Be Created

As electron and positron are created from Gamma ray 1.2 Mev- Also- the creation system produces male and female- Shortly- the matter is created in pairs and no single matter can be created – for that- the planets are created in pairs and NO single planet can be created- this fact is proved by Planets data analysis- let's refer to two proves

(1st proof) the rule (v1v2= 322)

47.4 km/s (Mercury velocity) x 6.8 km/s (Uranus velocity) =322

35 km/s (Venus velocity) x 4.7 km/s (Pluto velocity) x 2 =322

29.8 km/s (The Earth velocity) x 5.4 km/s (Neptune velocity) x 2 =322

24.1 km/s (Mars velocity) x13.1 km/s (Jupiter velocity) =322

(Max error 2%)

The data proves planet velocity is defined based on the rule (v1v2= 322) means the planets velocities are defined (in pairs and no single planet velocity can be defined)

(2nd proof) The Rule (R1R2= Constant) (R=Planet diameter)

341.7 million km = Jupiter diameter 142984 km x Pluto diameter 2390 km

341.7 million km = Jupiter radius 71492 km x Mercury diameter 4879 km (2%)

341.7 million km = Saturn diameter 120536 km x 4 Mars diameter 6792 km (4%)

341.7 million km = Uranus diameter 51118 km x Earth radius 6378 km (5%)

341.7 million km = Neptune diameter 49528 km x 2 The Moon diameter 3475 km

Clearly we see the planets diameters are complementary one another- because the matter is created in pairs and no single matter is created

The Physicist Wrong Vision In His Searching For The Matter Building Unit

The Physicist Vision

The physicist supposes there's (a unit of building) for the matter-means- the physicist sees the matter (mass) as a wall and this wall is consisted of bricks (small similar units) and the physicist searches for this (unit of building)–

For that the physicist divided the matter and found the particles and the particle is divided into Molecules and the Molecule is divided into atoms and the atom is divided into nucleus and electron moves around and the nucleus is divided into proton and Neutron- and the proton is divided into quarks …etc

The physicist searches for the building unit- for that he divides anything to reach to this building unit-

The Nature System Vision

The Nature designer aims to create INTEGRATION- as the marriage– male and female- For that- the matter is created complementary one another-means- The Matter Is Created In Pairs (as Gamma ray 1.2 Mev produces electron and positron) NO Building Unit-

AND - I want to show how the physicist causes fatal error for the research method while the physicist divides the elements (from matter to particle to molecule to atom to proton to quarks …etc) this division from outer into inner till reach to a very small unit which the physicist considers the building unit–that causes to destroy the geometrical design of the integration process- Shortly- the physicist sees a universe (never be created by the designer)- while the designer created the integration as a goal and created tools to perform this integration the physicist destroyed the integration tools while he searched for the building unit which is not found at all.

III- Matter Is Created Based On Two Energies

Matter Is Created By 2 Energies (One Energy Is Insufficient To Create Any Matter)

AND Matter And Space Are Created From The Same Energy

Matter is created as an intersection point between 2 energies means matter is created by two energies and one energy is insufficient to cause any matter creation-

Means- Planet (matter) is created as intersection point between two energies- this is similar to two ropes or cables are connected together by one knot (or joint)- the knot is connected with both ropes and each rope motion effect on its motion- this Knot is the planet -This picture makes the planets typical to The Puppets Theater- because their motions depend on the motions of the energies from which the planets are created- please remember- planet is created in its orbit and from its orbit energy- but – Planet matter creation needs 2 energies- and planet orbit energy is one of these two energies- the orbit is the planet mother but the marriage needs 2 players male and female- means- the orbit energy is not enough to cause the planet matter creation it needs one more energy because the planet is the intersection point between these two energies – Let's prove that by 2 proves

(1st Proof) My Planet Diameter Equation is (v1/v2)= (s/r)= I

We see the factor (v1/v2) which tells planet diameter creation needs (2 motions) because one motion is insufficient to cause the matter creation

(2nd Proof) let's suppose the particle is created as a wave- the wave creation needs two motions perpendicular on each other – means- one motion is not enough to create a wave-

IV- The Eyes Vision Is A Player In The Matter Creation Process

AND How Can The Observer Effect On The Observation Results?

My paper 4th hypothesis tells the solar system is created based on Young interference is produced by light coherence- Young interference is consisted of Bright fringes and Dark fringes and we see the bright fringes as planets and the dark as orbits

Why Do We See The Bright Fringes As Planets?

Let's ask (how can the observer effect on the observation results?)- shortly- how can the wave be changed into a particle as a result for the observer effect on it?

Let's summarize the idea

We have two waves move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to some point – the different velocity between the two waves motions is Zero- how does each wave see the other? each wave will see the other as a particle (matter) because the different velocity between them is (Zero)

Similar to that

The planets move one unified motion relative to the sun- the unified motion speed equal the speed of light (300000 km/s) relative to the sun but the sun point of space is a stationary point its velocity is 1 km/s (=Zero approximately)– by that we have 2 players- the planets unified motion with speed 300000 km/s and the sun point motion with velocity 1 km/s (= Zero approximately)

Now- the different velocity between the Earth motion and Jupiter motion is (= Zero approximately) for that we see Jupiter as planet (matter) but

The different velocity between the Earth motion and the sun point = speed of light = 300000 km/s and for that we see the sun energy as waves

Now Let's see the observer effect

In some lab a physicist studies a wave- and this wave is sent from the sun and this wave motion velocity = the sun point of space velocity = (Zero approximately)- the physicist stands on the Earth which moves by speed of light (300000 km/s) relative to the sun point of space- for that – the physicist sees himself as matter but sees the wave as a wave -And the physicist studies this wave

Now- as the result for the contact between the physicist and the wave- the wave be belonged to the Erath motion and moves by the Earth speed (300000 km/s) relative to the sun- now the wave is changed into a particle because it moves by speed of light and now the physicist and the wave move by equal velocities and that causes both of them to see each other as matter

Let’s return to the question (Why Do We See The Bright Fringes As Planets?) because the Earth moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and the bright fringes move by speed of light and no difference in velocities between them and for that we see the bright fringes as planets

Notice (1)

Young was an outer observer because he was not a part of the light in coherence- but – I'm an inner observer because the coherence of light created bright fringes for the planets and created bright fringes for my body and by that my own body is made of the bright fringes as the planets for that our speeds are equal and we see each other as matters

Notice (2)

All people on the Earth and all animals and trees and all living creatures on the Earth are created from the sun light energy- that's why we see the bright fringes as planets but the living creature bodies are made of small cycles that because the sun itself is found based on a cycle and the sun life and death depends on a cycle- means- after this sun death another sun will be created for the solar system-because- The Sun is A Phenomenon created by the planets motions- that's why we live so short time on the Earth but the planets live for ever without change because the sun itself is found based on a cycle and also this cycle is a short one (around 8000 years of the Earth clock)-

for that the sent energy from the Sun to the Earth depends on a cycle and that make the life in cycle that causes our lives to depend on short periods cycles

V- The Conclusion

I put in the previous discussion all points I know about planet formation and its nature I tried to create a complete picture about the Matter definition and Nature-

But we should realize that the matter is created because of our eyes- our bodies are made of bright fringes and the planets are made of bright fringes and for that we see the planets as matters- the matter is a picture created based on our (motion features)-

We remember Einstein was standing in the moving train and left a rock to be dropped and Einstein had seen the rock is dropping in a straight line trajectory but the people on platform had seen the rock is dropping in parabola trajectory- Einstein had seen the straight line trajectory by effect of the train motion on his vision- here also- the matter is created because we stand on the moving Earth (which is made of bright fringes) while we have bodies of Bright fringes for that we see the Earth and all planets as matters– shortly- the matter is NOT found in the universe- it's the picture we create by (our motion effect on the coherence of light) because (we have bodies made of bright fringes) and for that- the used rules to define the matter dimensions are used rules to define data in the bright fringes and its interference but we see these bright fringes as matters and for that we consider the matter creation and dimensions are defined depending on these rules

Point No.(3) Space Nature And Properties

Any motion in space creates waves because any motion produces energy and this energy creates waves in the space- the space nature is explained in details in the paper first hypothesis with the gravitational waves analysis- BUT the space creation is explained in the paper 4th hypothesis with Young Interference discussion

Point No.(4) The Sun Rays Creation Theory

The Sun Is Not Doing Nuclear Fusion To Produce Its Rays- The Sun Nuclear Fusion Theory Is Wrong- the sun rays are created by the planets motions energies total- shortly– the sun is a phenomenon created based on the planets motions energies- means – before the sun creation the planets were found and revolving in their around a point in space and the sun is created by the planets motions energies and be put on the point of space around which the planets revolve

This fact is explained and proved in the paper second hypothesis

Point No.(5) The Solar System History (The Big Bang Concept is Wrong)

How Can We Discover The Solar System History? Let's answer in following

The big bang theory tells (Planet is Created by Random Creation)- but we didn't understand and wanted to know what does mean (Random Creation)??

The big bang told, for example- Jupiter diameter is created by unknown value and Jupiter is collided many times in its history and these collisions caused Jupiter diameter to be decreased- as a result– Jupiter diameter be (142984 km) and this value is found by random and NO geometrical reason is found behind- this is the big bang concept- BUT- my planet diameter equation disproves that because the equation proves Jupiter diameter is created basically by the value 142984 km and this value is not changed since creation- here we see the fatal error of the big bang concept- because- the concept supposes the change in planet data doesn't effect on its motion- means- if Jupiter diameter is 142984 km or 180000 km that has no effect on Jupiter motion which is wrong logically-

Also my planet diameter equation proves each planet creation data is belonged to the orbit in which this planet is created (we remember the concept tells planet is created in its orbit and from this orbit energy)- and for that- planet creation data refers to its original orbit even if this planet is migrant from its original orbit- (this fact is proved by many proves- for example Mars diameter equation refers to orbital inclination =5.1 degrees which was Mars orbital inclination in its original orbit– and Neptune diameter equation refers to the orbital inclination 17.2 degrees which is Pluto orbital inclination where Neptune original orbit was Pluto current orbit 5906 mkm)

I want to say- the history of the planets and the solar system generally is not a secret or unreachable data- because- any change in any planet data will cause change in its motion and causes effects on the other planets- for example- Neptune current orbit 4495 million km is reflected on all other orbits- I can't explain the meaning of the word (a reflected orbit) but I can prove that because the rules are used by all planets orbits used also by Neptune orbit but with reflected form (in place of "A" it be as "1/A") – Neptune orbit analysis will explain that clearly- that tells Neptune orbit is created by a method different from all other orbits and this is a proved fact –also- this tells us why Bode law couldn't predict Neptune orbit because it uses different rule

Shortly- Neptune original orbit was 5906 mkm (Pluto current orbit)- but- Neptune is dismissed from its orbit and Pluto occupied it- this fact is discussed in details in item no. (**)

Shortly-we can know all historical events in the solar system because the solar system is created based on one geometrical design and all changes in this design made by planets migration, collisions or other actions are recorded in the planets data and the solar system modified design- NO Random Creation- all historical events can be discovered and concluded in details with decisive proves

The Paper Hypotheses Explanation

The Paper hypothesis No. (1)

The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies And Not By The Gravitational Field (the hypothesis is written before)

The Explanation

This hypothesis is explained and proved with decisive proves in the Items NO. (II and III)

II- The Gravitational Waves Creation, Motion And Reflection

III-The Gravitational Waves Reflection Effects On The Planets Data (The Data Comparison)- Please read these 2 items in the paper abstract

The Paper hypothesis No. (2)

The Sun Is Not Doing Nuclear Fusion To Produce Its Rays- Instead- The Sun Rays Are Produced By The Gravitational Waves Motions Energies- AND-

The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies-

Means- The Sun Is A Phenomenon Created By The Planets Motions Energies

The 2nd Hypothesis Explanation

The Sun Rays Creation Process

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

This new article tells the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam- I claim The Sun Rays are produced based on this method by the gravitational waves motions and not by the sun nuclear fusion process- also –No star rays is produced by the nuclear fusion process but all rays are created by the gravitational waves motions energies as the article states.

Here we have four questions to answer

How can the gravitational waves be produced by the planets motions energies?

How can the gravitational waves move by speed of light?

How can the gravitational waves motions produce a light beam?

Can The Planets Motions Energies Total Be Sufficient To Produce The Sun Rays?

Let's answer in following

1st Question

How Can The Gravitational Waves Be Produced By The Planets Motions Energies?

Planet motion produces energy (1/2 mv^2) but where's this motion energy? Planet can NOT store its motion energy inside its body because It would raise its temperature- and no planet temperature is raised by its motion- logically- planet motion energy is stored in the space in moving waves –Means- planet motion in space is similar to a fish swimming in the sea- the fish swimming creates waves in the sea and similar to that - planet motion energy creates waves in the space- and - fish swims because it hits the water by its body and that creates waves in the water- and these waves move by a velocity equal the fish velocity because of the reaction force- similar to that- Planet moves in the space and its motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by velocity equal this planet velocity- for example- Mercury (47.4 km/s) moves and its motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by equal velocity (47.4 km/s)

Shortly- the planets move and their motions create waves in the space and each wave moves by velocity equal its planet velocity

AND the planets revolve around the sun in the same one direction and for that their motions energies create waves in the space and these waves move perpendicular on the revolution direction (Toward Pluto orbit)

AND in Pluto orbit these waves are unified together into one unified wave- this wave moves by a velocity= 205.8 km/s where The 9 planets velocities total=176 km/s but I add the Earth moon velocity (29.8 km/s) that makes the total to be 205.8 km/s – I add the moon velocity because the energy is stored finally in the moon orbit-

Note- The moon and the Earth revolve around the sun together for that the moon velocity is considered equal the Earth velocity relative to (the sun) –

NOW the unified wave moves by (205.8 km/s) is the gravitational wave-

The scientists discovered these waves in the space and they called them (gravitational waves) supposing these waves are produced by the sun gravitational field- BUT Planet motion energy must be stored in the space as moving waves – as proved by the previous analysis -means- even if There's NO Gravitational field at all there's a strong reason to find waves in the space because these waves are created by the planets motions energies

Note- I refute the sun gravitational field theory- and prove the sun has no massive gravity and also No Planet Moves By The Sun Gravity (Newton Is Wrong)

The Conclusion

The Unified Wave Its Velocity 205.8 Km/S Is The Gravitational Wave

Notice - the new article still believes that the gravitational waves are produced by the gravitational field- I refuse this idea and prove the gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies but I need the article because it tells the waves can move by speed of light and can produce the light beam where I suppose the sun rays are created by this method

The Answer Of The Questions No. (2) And No. (3)

2ndQuestion How Can The Gravitational Waves Move By Speed Of Light? AND

3rdQuestion How Can The Gravitational Waves Motions Produce A Light Beam?

What Do We Have? We have One unified wave moves by velocity 205.8 km/s

What Do We Need? We need to accelerate the unified wave to move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and this wave should produce (A Light Beam)

We know the light beam is produced from (C^2= Squared Speed Of Light)

Technically- How To Solve This Problem?

We Need To Square The Wave Velocity

Let's see my hypothesis (The Gravitational Wave Reflection Causes To Square The Gravitational Wave Velocity) – Let's see if this hypothesis solves the problem

(a)

(205.8)^2 x 7.1 = 300000 km/s = C = (speed of light) where

205.8 km/s= the velocity of the unified wave (the gravitational wave)

7.1 is Lorentz length contraction effect rate for speed (0.99 C)

Let's discuss the equation –

The unified wave moves by (205.8 km/s)– and this wave is reflected-

The wave reflection causes to square its velocity – for that the velocity (205.8 km/s) is squared and be (205.8 km/s)^2= 42354 km/s -Means the wave before reflection moves by (205.8 km/s) and after reflection the wave moves by (42354 km/s)

But Lorentz length contraction effect rate causes to increase the distance 42354 km to be (42354 x 7.1 = 300000 km)– means- the speed 42354 km/s is accelerated to be 300000 km/s = C=speed of light by Lorentz length contraction effect – we understand the rate 7.1 causes to contract the distances but here the rate increases the distances because the wave reflection causes to reflect the geometrical effects.

Conclusion No. (1)

The Wave Reflection Causes To accelerate the unified wave from (205.8 km/s) to move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

(b)

Now we have a gravitational wave moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

This wave is reflected one more time

The gravitational wave reflection causes to square its speed by that – the wave speed was = speed of light (C=300000 km/s) before the reflection and after the reflection this speed will be (C^2=Squared Speed Of Light)

The light beam is produced from this value (C^2=Squared Speed Of Light)

Now we know how the unified wave (205.8 km/s) can be accelerated to move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and how this wave can produce a light beam

Conclusion No. (2)

The Gravitational Wave Reflection Causes To Square The Wave Velocity

This is the main useful result from the wave reflection- because without the squaring of the wave velocity no acceleration can be done for the wave and by that the gravitational wave can't move by speed of light Nor produce any light beam

Notice (1) the waves are reflected three times in the solar system and the abstract provides strong proves for these reflections and more proves are found in the paper- the waves reflection causes basic changes in planets data and I suppose – the waves reflection causes also to square the waves velocity

Notice (2) the rate 7.1 is produced by Lorentz length contraction effect as a result for motion by speed (.99C= 297000 km/s)- I proved this fact in (Item no. 5-6 Can Relativistic Effects Be Found In The Solar System?)

THE SUN POINT CREATION

The sun point of space has geometrical features enable to produce the sun rays and that means – the sun rays can be created only in the sun corona and far from the sun NO light beam can be created – let's see the sun geometrical features in following

(i)

The Sun Point Is A Stationary Point Its Velocity 1 km/s = Zero Approximately

This is important feature – Because

All motions are done relative to the sun point of space – for example- Pluto velocity is 4.7 km/s –means- Pluto moves by 4.7 km/s relative to the sun point of space – Shortly- the whole solar system is in motion (space and planets are in motion) but the sun point is stationary (static point moves by velocity 1 km/s = Zero approximately) Means- the solar system is similar to a sea of water and the sun is similar to a vortex or whirlpool found on the sea page – the vortex doesn’t move with the sea waves -Shortly- the sun point of space is the stationary point in the solar system and all motions are done relative to the sun point of space-

Example – Venus moves by 35 km/s that means Venus moves by 35 km/s relative to the sun point of space – also we know Venus motion produces energy and this energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by velocity 35 km/s – means- these waves move by 35 km/s relative to the sun point of space-

(ii)

Why Is It Necessary For The Sun Point To Be Stationary Point? Because

1- The Gravitational Wave (Unified Wave) Moves By Speed Of Light Relative To The Sun

2- The Gravitational Wave Can NOT Move By Speed Greater Than Speed Of light

3- The Wave Reflection Causes To Square The Different Speed Between The Gravitational Wave Speed And The Sun Point Motion Speed

4- If The Different Speed Is Less Than Speed Of Light (C=300000 Km/S) The Speed Squaring Process Will Never Produce The Value (C^2= Squared Speed Of Light) – means- No Light Beam Can Be Created

Now we see the necessity to make the sun point as stationary point moves by (Zero approximately =1 km/s) – because – if the sun point moves by any higher speed than (1 km/s) the different speed will be less than speed of light and the squared value will be less than (C^2) and No light beam can be created

Now let's ask- while the space is in motion as the sea of water – how can this stationary point be created? let's answer in following

(iii)

The planets were created before the sun creation and the planets revolve around a point in space (any point in space) the revolution creates two velocities on both sides of the revolution- the two velocities are equal in value opposite in direction- the total be Zero- means- the revolution motion creates a stationary point in the revolution center-

By That -the sun point of space is created as a stationary point- and the sun point is the only stationary point in the solar system- for that all motions are done relative to the sun point of space-

4th Question

Can The Planets Motions Energies Total Be Sufficient To Produce The Sun Rays? the question is logical because -Planet motion energy (1/2 mv^2) is so small energy and the sun rays energy is massive energy -for that- It's Logical Question To Know How Can The Planets Motions Energies Total Be Sufficient To Produce The Sun Rays? Let's answer in following

(1)

The secret is the rates of time using-

The planets motions use different rates of time- by that- the planets motions energies can be accumulated during long period of time to produce massive energy sufficient to produce the sun rays – let's give examples

Example No. (1)

(One Solar Day Of The Sun Clock = 365.25 Solar Days Of The Earth Clock)

By this rate of time– The Earth motion energy for one complete year can be used by the sun in one solar day – in fact- the solar planets motions energies total during one complete year (365.25 solar days) is accumulated and stored in one energy and be used by the sun motion on one solar day that causes to accumulate massive energy to be used (notice 1461 days = 365+365+365+366)

Example No. (2)

(One Second Of The Sun Clock=1461Seconds Of The Gravitational Wave Clock)

The distance 300000 km is passed in (ONE SECOND)only for the sun clock– That causes the gravitational wave to move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to The Sun – (the rate of time using and effect is explained in details in item no V)

The Paper hypothesis No. (3)

The Planets Motions Use Different Rates Of Time

The Explanation

This hypothesis is proved and discussed in details in item No. (V)

The Paper hypothesis No. (4)

The Solar System Geometrical Design Is Consisted Of 3 Parts

First Part Young Interference

(The Solar Planets And Their Orbits Are Created Based On Young Interference)

Second Part The Sun Creation Process

(The Sun Creation Is A Geometrical Addition To Young Interference)

Third Part Neptune Orbit Creation

(Neptune Orbit Creation Is Another Geometrical Addition To Young Interference)

The 4th Hypothesis Explanation

The Solar System Design Part One – Young Interference

Young Interference Is A Model For The Solar System Design

(The Solar Planets And Their Orbits Are Created Based On Young Interference)

The discussion is consisted of 12 questions and their answers

Can The Space Be Created By Light Beam Energy?

How Can Young Interference Be A Model For The Solar System Design?

What Are The Useful Results We Get If (Young Interference Can Be A Model For The Solar System Design)?

What Proves We Have For The Idea Tells (Young Interference Can Be A Model For The Solar System Design)?

How Can The Coherence Of Light Be Occurred?

Can The Light Move Into The Past?

How Is Planet Formatted (Planet Formation Details)?

What problems are made by Young interference as a model for the solar system design?

Why Do We See The Bright Fringes As Planets?

Does Space Creation Need a speed 1.16 million km per second?

What's The Time Definition?

Can the solar system design be greater than (Young Interference)?

Let's answer in following

First Question

Can The Space Be Created By Light Beam Energy?

What Machine Can Use The Light Beam Energy To Create The Space?

Young Interference uses two light beams for coherence of light- and this coherence produced the interference (bright fringes and dark fringes)- if we accept the space is similar to the dark fringes- that tells- the space can be produced by the coherence of light (If we put a small creature as ant inside a dark fringe this creature will see this dark fringe as space around it)

Second Question

How Can Young Interference Be A Model For The Solar System Design?

Young Interference Is Consisted Of Bright Fringes And Dark Fringes

And - if Young interference is a model for the solar system- that tells

We See The Bright Fringes As Planets (The Fringe Breadth Is Comparable With The Planet Diameter)

We See The Dark Fringes As These Planets Orbits (Space)-

The bright fringes order is typical to the solar planets distribution between the sun and Pluto

Planet velocity is defined based on its order because (V2=0.8 V1)- means- each planet velocity = (0.8) of its previous neighbor velocity (for example The Earth velocity 29.8 km/s x (0.8) = 24.1 km/s Mars velocity error 1%) – means- the order defines each planet velocity- that answers the question (why does planet orbit define its velocity?)

NOW- let's compare between Young Interference and the solar system design

The planets distribution is typical to Young Interference-because- the greatest diameter planet "Jupiter" is found in the middle and the other planets diameters are decreased gradually on both sides typical to the fringes distribution in Young interference-

Please remember- I proved Mars original orbit was between Mercury and Venus and Mars had migrated to its current orbit by that the inner planets original order was (Mercury- Mars- Venus- The Earth) the diameters are decreased gradually from the Earth to Mercury typical to Young Interference (Also the outer planets diameters are decreased gradually from Jupiter to Pluto)-

If Young Interference can be used as a model for the solar system that means we see the bright fringes as planets (why? the answer is later)

Third Question

What Are The Useful Results We Get If (Young Interference Is A Model For The Solar System Design)? we get two useful results which are

First result- this proves the conclusion tells (Light Can Move Into The Past)- which can enable us to create the time machine (explained later)

Second result- This prove the conclusion (We See The Bright Fringes As Planets) which explain the observer effect on the observation results (explained later)

Fourth Question

What proves are found for the idea tells (Young Interference Is A Model For The Solar System Design)?

1stProof–The planets distribution is typical to the bright fringes distribution in Young Interference (explained before)

2ndProof– The Planets Diameters On Both Sides Are Proportional- let's prove that

We accepted Jupiter (the greatest diameter) is comparable with the greatest bright fringe- and the other fringes breadths are decreased gradually on both sides- means the opposite fringes have equal breadth- the planets diameters are decreased gradually on both sides- but the opposite planets diameters aren't equal (but proportional)- let's see clearly- the inner planets original order was (Mercury- Mars– Venus– The Earth) and the outer planets original order was (Jupiter – Saturn- Uranus- Neptune) because Pluto was the Mercury moon and migrated to the end of the solar system design

Now- the opposite fringes in Young interference has equal breadth- that necessitates – the Earth and Saturn diameters to be equal- and – Venus and Uranus diameters to be equal and Mars and Neptune diameters to be equal – NOT FACT-

BUT

Data

(Earth velocity /Saturn velocity)^2 = (Saturn diameter/ Earth diameter)

(Venus velocity /Uranus velocity)^2 = (2 Uranus Circumference / Venus diameter)

(Mars velocity /Neptune velocity) x π = 2 (Neptune Diameter / Mars diameter) (4%)

Shortly- the opposite planets diameters are proportional with their velocities- that proves my theory (Young Interference is a model for the solar system design) because the opposite planets diameters are proportional with each other

Notice (1)

The data tells the fringe breadth is comparable with Planet diameter and not mass- by that- we conclude Planet geometrical design depends on its diameter (volume) and not the mass where the mass is created and increased gradually through the time

Notice (2) Mars diameter is decreased 4% as a result for the collisions with the planets- that explains why the error is (4%) (also Mars and Neptune are migrant planets- means- this data is found based on the modification after Mars Migration)

3rd Proof-

There are 2 points of similarity between Young interference and the planets distribution which are

1- The bright and dark fringes are in order- and also the planets are in order-as proved by Bode law (all planets follow Bode law order except Neptune because Neptune original orbit was Pluto current orbit 5906 million km and Neptune current orbit 4495 million km is created after all planets orbits creation and out of the solar system original geometrical design)

Notice (bode equation is d = 0.4 x 3 x 2^n where (n=1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64 and 128) where d= planet orbital distance)

Shortly –

The solar planets are in order depend on Bode law and

The Young interference fringes are in order based on Young interference Equation

I suppose the two orders are typical

2- The observer is a player in the two equations – where – In Young Equation the factor (D) measures the distance between the slits and the interference board- where usually the observer stands beside the slits –And

In Bode Law – the planets order depends on the unit (AU=149.6 million km = Earth orbital distance) which is the distance between the sun and the Earth (the observer)

4th Proof– the fringes are reflected on each other- let's explain that-

The greatest fringe is in the middle- and the fringes breadth is decreased gradually on both sides- that makes each side is reflected on the other side- (as in the coordinates the origin is Zero and on both sides there are (+1 and -1) and (+2 and -2) and (+3 and -3) ….etc) - means –the fringes are reflected on each other

I found also planets data is reflected on each other- planet velocity proves that because (v1v2=322) means planets velocities are complementary each other (because they are reflected on each other)- let's remember this rule

47.4 km/s (Mercury velocity) x 6.8 km/s (Uranus velocity) =322

35 km/s (Venus velocity) x 4.7 km/s (Pluto velocity) x 2 =322

29.8 km/s (The Earth velocity) x 5.4 km/s (Neptune velocity) x 2 =322

24.1 km/s (Mars velocity) x13.1 km/s (Jupiter velocity) =322

The velocities are complementary because they are reflected on each other

Mars moves per day 2.082 million km and (1/2.082) = 0.46688 mkm where

Neptune moves per day a distance 0.46688 million km (all planets use this same rule)

Please note- planet orbit is comparable with the dark fringe order

And planet orbit defines its velocity

And each side fringes are reflected on the other side fringes -And planets velocities are complementary each other because they are reflected on each other

That shows the similarity between the planets distribution and the fringes distribution

5th Proof–my paper proves my theory tells (Matter is created by two energies- means- one energy is insufficient to cause any matter creation) the coherence of light is done by two sources of energy (2 light beams) for that Young interference fulfils the matter creation requirement

6th Proof– also my paper proves my theory tells (matter is created in pairs and No single matter can be created- as electron and positron are produced by Gamma ray- also as male and female are produced by the creation system)-

In Young interference we see the two sides are reflected on each other that makes the fringes produced in pairs means Young interference fulfills the matter creation requirement

7th Proof– Planet velocity analysis proves planet velocity is defined based on two rules each rule depends on a different speed the two speeds are (1.16 million km per second and 300000 km/s) – means- these two speeds (together) caused to define planet velocity and how can we find two speeds as (one reason to define planet velocity?) it can be done only if the two light beams made a coherence of light- that makes the two light beams partners in the same coherence by which the planets are created (please review planet velocity definition Point no. **)

Fifth Question

How Can This Coherence Of Light Be Occurred?

(1)

Let's explain how the planets orbits are created

The solar system space is created by one energy and this energy is provided by one light beam and this light beam moves by speed 1.16 million km per second- the light created all orbits before any planet creation- means-

The light beam with speed 1.16 million km per second created the solar system starting its motion from Mercury orbit toward Pluto orbit- the light created all planets orbits before any planet creation-the orbits are created based on each other- after the light created all orbits and reached to Pluto orbit- the light energy is consumed in the space creation- and the rest energy is found in one light beam its speed is (300000 km/s = the known speed of light)- we understand this is one light beam its speed was 1.16 million km per second in Mercury orbit before the space creation- and its speed be 300000 km/s in Pluto orbit after the space creation as a result for the consumption of the energy in the space creation-

In Pluto orbit- The light had NO energy to build any more orbits –because- any additional space creation will consume more energy and that will decrease the light speed to be less than 300000 km/s (the known speed of light) – and – No known light moves by speed less than 300000 km/s – means- If the speed is decreased to be less than 300000 km/s (the known speed of light) that would change the light beam energy nature into another type of energy which means the light beam will be perished for that the light couldn't create any more orbits and the light had to return to its origin point (Mercury orbit) passing through all built orbits- this motion didn't cost any energy because the orbits are created already- this analysis tells us- the light with known speed 300000 km/s can NOT create any space and the space creation needs the speed 1.16 million km per sec

(2)

The light 1.16 mkm/s built the planets orbits depending on each other- and the light energy is consumed and the rest energy is found in one light beam its speed 300000 km/s- NOW- let's ask

How can this light 300000 km/s meet the original one 1.16 mkm/s to create the supposed coherence of light? the light 300000 km/s moved into Its Past and reached to the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s and created the coherence of light in the past and the results of this coherence of light are produced in the present-

Now- let's see deeply as possible- the space creation causes to decrease the speed of the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s and for that the light speed be 300000 km/s in Pluto orbit- means- if the light 300000 km/s wanted to meet the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s that can be done only in Mercury orbit before any orbit creation because any space creation will decrease the speed of light 1.16 mkm/s- means- the light 300000 km/s moved into Its Past till reach to the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s in Mercury orbit before any orbit creation and the two light beams created the coherence of light- and after the coherence of light the orbits are created-

Sixth Question

Can The Light Move Into The Past?

I prove Young interference is a model for the solar system design- if the proof is trustee- the coherence of light can only be done by the light 300000 km/s and the light 1.16 million km per second in the Past –Because the energy of the light 1.16 million km per second is consumed in the space creation-

I want to say- if the coherence of light is done between the light 300000 km/s and the light 1.16 million km per second this coherence can be done only in The Past which is a powerful proof for my theory tells (Light Can Move Into The Past)-

Shortly- this light coherence is a proof for the light ability to move into the past and we can use this light motion to create the time machine

The time machine can be a light beam is sent into the past to bring photos and videos for the past events and by that we will have all human knowledge and treasures during all times

Seventh Question

How Is Planet Formatted (Planet Formation Details)?

Young interference defines each dark fringe order which is comparable to each planet orbit order and that help to define each planet velocity as explained before- where - Each planet orbit defines its velocity as Kepler stated

The problem here is Planet Formation Description

The physics book tells (Planet Is A Solid Body Found Independent From The Space And The Other Planets Creation)- BUT- Planet data analysis gives another definition

It tells

Matter and space are created from the same energy- I suppose this definition because Matter is made of energy (E=mc^2) and space is energy– for that- I suppose logically planet matter and its orbit space both are created from the same one energy

Shortly - Planet Is Created In Its Orbit And From Its Orbit Energy

The space is similar to the sea of water, planet is similar to whirlpool or vortex found on the sea page- spite the whirlpool is made of the sea water and moves with the sea water motion but it has different picture from the sea waves and moves by different velocity from the sea waves motion velocity

For More Details

Matter is created as an intersection point between 2 energies means matter is created by two energies and one energy is insufficient to cause any matter creation- planet is created based on two energies and its orbit energy is one of these two energies- means planet is created in its orbit (planet is similar to a tree planted in a ground and the planet orbit is this ground)- for that- planet creation data is belonged to its orbit and if a planet left its orbit and migrate to another orbit we can discover this planet original orbit by analysis for this planet creation data because this data is created depending on the original orbit in which this planet is created

Now let's study the creation of planet data

Planet First Data is this planet velocity which is defined by its orbit

Planet Second Data is this planet orbital inclination- because planet velocity is defined based on the rule (v1v2=322)- and – planet orbital inclination is defined by the rule (v1/v2) – for example- Mercury velocity 47.4 km/s x Uranus velocity 6.8 km/s = 322 and (47.4 / 6.8) = 7 where Mercury Orbital Inclination is 7 degrees- this rule (orbital inclination = v1/v2) is used for the inner planets but the outer planets use my planet diameter equation to define their orbital inclinations

Planet Third Data is this planet rotation period- because the rotation period is defined based on this planet velocity-

Planet Fourth Data is this planet diameter- because planet diameter is defined as a function in its rotation period and velocity- let's remember my planet diameter equation in following

My Planet Diameter Equation (v1/v2)= (s/r)= I

v = Planet Velocity r = Planet Diameter I= Planet Orbital Inclination

s= Planet Rotation Periods Number In Its Orbital Period

v2, s, r and I are belonged to one planet and v1 is belonged to another planet

The planet (v1) is defined by test the minimum error

Earth Equation uses Neptune velocity

Mars Equation uses Pluto velocity

Jupiter Equation uses the Earth moon velocity

Saturn Equation uses Mars velocity

Uranus Equation uses Neptune velocity (As Earth)

Neptune Equation uses Saturn velocity

Pluto Equation uses the Earth moon velocity (As Jupiter)

Example Neptune Equation (89143 /49528) = 9.7/ 5.4 =1.8

89143 = Neptune rotation periods number in Neptune orbital period

49528 km = Neptune diameter 9.7 km/s = Saturn velocity

5.4 km/s = Neptune velocity 1.8 degrees= Neptune Orbital Inclination

59800 days = Neptune orbital period (and Neptune rotation period =16.1 hours)

The equation shortly tells Neptune diameter is 495285 km because Neptune velocity is 5.4 km/s – the equation discussion explains this idea clearly –

But let's refer to the summarized idea in following

We understand, matter and space are created from the same energy- and they move with this same energy motion- the energy defines the matter motion before the matter creation and by that the matter is created depending on the energy motion features and after the creation the matter moves with the energy- that explains how the matter motion can be defined before this matter creation- The important news here is that

Because planet is created in its orbit- and from its orbit energy- that makes planet creation data to be created depending on its orbit data- means- if a planet left its original orbit and migrated to another orbit we can discover that by this planet creation data analysis because this data refers to the original orbit in which this planet is created

Planet Fifth Data is this planet mass – and then planet axial tilt is created

We understand planet diameter is created firstly before its mass because planet design and its geometrical effect depends on its volume and not its mass-but- understandable that planet mass is defined based on its diameter- shortly- we have no small planet has great mass all great masses are found for great planets diameters- means- planet volume defines the possible mass for this planet

This description for Planet data creation explains planet data is created depending on its velocity- means- the velocity is the major data behind all- and

We observed Young interference gives the system to define each planet velocity

The previous description answers the question (How can Young interference be used as model for the solar system design?)

Notice

Planet diameter is defined based on the rate (v1/v2) and

Planet orbital distance is defined based on the rate (v1/v2)^2 and

Planet orbital period is defined based on the rate (v1/v2)^3

Eighth Question

What problems are made by Young interference as a model for the solar system?

1st Problem

The coherence of light used energy greater than the source of energy because the coherence uses 2 light beams (1.16 mkm/s) and (0.3 mkm/s) their total is 1.46 mkm/s

We have to ask- how can this energy 1.46 mkm/s be provided if the source of energy is 1.16 mkm/s? – the original light beam used a rate of time (0.8) – means

0.8 second of the clock of the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s= One second of the clock of the light 300000 km/s – by that the 1.46 x 0.8 = 1.16

Notice

We know each planet velocity = 0.8 of the velocity of its neighbor planet (for example Uranus velocity 6.8 km/s x 0.8= 5.4 km/s Neptune velocity)- all planets use this rule That explains why the rate (0.8) is used- because- it's the rate between the two light beams based on which the coherence of light is done (Please review planet velocity definition in point no. ***)

2nd Problem

Based on this description- the planets orbits should be created two times which is Not Fact - let's see that

In First time- the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s created all orbits before any planet creation- and the light created each orbit depending on its neighbor and the orbits are created individually in one sequence starting from Mercury to Pluto and this creation of space cause to consume the light energy and that decreased the speed from 1.16 mkm/s to be 300000 km/s (means- by this method the light 300000 km/s is created)

In Second time:- the light 300000 km/s moved into its past to reach to the original light beam 1.16 mkm/s before any orbit creation- and the meeting is done in the past in Mercury orbit before any orbit creation and the 2 light beams created the coherence of light and the orbits are created by this coherence of light- and by that- the solar system be similar to the interference of Young

The important news is- there are two used rules to create the orbits –

The First Rule in which the orbits are created before any planet creation in one sequence and by one motion and each orbit is created depending on its neighbor orbit (and by this rule the light 300000 km/s is created) (Please note this rule is proved by my planet orbital distance equation and the system of angles which define all the planets orbits) and

The Second Rule- the creation of the orbits and planets together based on the interference of Young- where the planets are created in pairs complementary one another and their orbits are used in pairs and caused planets velocities to be complementary each other because (Planet Orbit Defines Its Velocity) as Kepler stated

Means - the coherence of light proves the light moved into the past because there's no way to make the coherence between the two light beams except in the past - The planets data prove this fact strongly

SHORTLY The Planets Orbits Are Created One Time Only After The Coherence Of Light Between The Light 300000 km/s And The Light 1.16 million km per second Based On The Two Rules

Ninth Question

Why Do We See The Bright Fringes As Planets?

Let's ask (how can the observer effect on the observation results?)- shortly- how can the wave be changed into a particle as a result for the observer effect on it? let's summarize the idea

We have two waves move with speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to some point – the different velocity between the two waves motions is Zero- how does each wave see the other? each wave will see the other as a particle (matter) because the different velocity between them is (Zero)

Similar to that

Now- the different velocity between the Earth motion and Jupiter motion is (= Zero approximately) for that we see Jupiter as planet (matter) but

The different velocity between the Earth motion and the sun point = speed of light = 300000 km/s and for that we see the sun energy as waves

Now Let's see the observer effect

And the physicist studies this wave

Notice (1)

Young was an outer observer because he was not a part of the light in coherence- but – I'm inner observer because the coherence of light creates bright fringes for the planets and created bright fringes for my body and by that my own body is made of the bright fringes as the planets for that our speeds are equal and we see each other as matters

Notice (2)

All people on the Earth and all animals and trees and all living creatures on the Earth are made from the sun light energy- that's why we see the bright fringes as planets but the living creature bodies are made of small cycles that because the sun itself is found based on a cycle and the sun life and death depends on a cycle- means- after this sun death another sun will be created for the solar system-because- The Sun is A Phenomenon created by the planets motions- that's why we live so short time on the Earth but the planets live for ever without change because the sun itself is found based on a cycle and also this cycle is a short one (around 8000 years of the Earth clock)-

for that the sent energy to the Earth depends on a cycle and that make the life in cycle that causes our lives to depend on short periods cycles

Tenth Question

Does Space Creation Need a speed 1.16 million km per second?

One strong proof for that is Neptune orbit analysis - let's explain why

The light 1.16 million km created all planets orbits but NOT Neptune orbit because Neptune original orbit was 5906 mkm (Pluto current orbit)

In that time –

Pluto was The Mercury moon revolved around Mercury and Mars original orbit was between Mercury and Venus with orbital distance 84 mkm and Neptune original orbit was 5906 mkm

A collision is done by Mars caused the planets to migrate- Mars had migrated from its original orbit and collided with Venus and The Earth and reached to its to its current orbit (228 mkm) and Pluto had migrated to the end of the solar system 5906 mkm – And Pluto had collided with Neptune and pushed Neptune out of its orbit and even out of Pluto motion effect for that (Pluto Neptune Distance = Pluto eccentricity distance=1410 mkm)

Understandable Pluto couldn't do such effect because Neptune mass is 6939 times Pluto Mass but Pluto was carrying by very strong wave of energy and the wave pushed Neptune out of its orbit and enabled Pluto to occupy the orbit-

The important news here is that- Neptune be out of its orbit and need a new orbit for itself- this is a dilemma- because the space is created by the speed 1.16 million km per second and the light beam lost its energy already and no longer light with speed 1.16 mkm is available- as we remember- the light with speed 1.16 million km per second created all orbits and lost its energy and the rest energy is a light beam moves by 300000 km/s means the speed 1.16 mkm/s can NOT be provided by the light beam motion-

How can Neptune create an orbit for itself?? How is the orbit (4495 mkm) created?

Neptune used Jupiter motion to build the orbit (4495 mkm) in place of the light beam with speed 1.16 million km per- specifically- Neptune used Jupiter for this process

Shortly- No other planet can do that- only Jupiter can do- because Jupiter moves in Mars rotation period (24.6 h) a distance 1.16 million km and Mercury created the rate of time (one second of the light clock =24.6 hours of Jupiter Clock) by that Jupiter motion during Mars rotation period (24.6 h) be equivalent to the speed of light 1.16 million km per second- that proves the space can created only by the speed 1.16 million km per second-

Please Note- Neptune orbit creation is discussed in details in item No. (XI)

Neptune orbit discussion is a very strong proof for my theory- because the orbit creation process proves frequently the using of the speed 1.16 million km per second- that means- the technical process of the space creation needs the speed 1.16 million km per second and for that it provides a very good proof for my theory

Eleventh Question

What's The Time Definition?

There are two features we know about the time nature- both are created based on the same one reason which is (the matter creation mechanism)

The time is a feature created with the matter- why? let's answer

The matter is created based on a motion in a defined direction- as proved by my planet diameter equation- planet diameter is defined based on this planet velocity- The equation proves clearly that (for example) Jupiter diameter is 142984 km because Jupiter velocity is 13.1 km/s- planet motion is defined before this planet creation and planet diameter definition depend on this motion- this fact tells us the two features of the time

First feature- because the matter is created depending on a defined motion- this motion is found based on a cycle- as all planets motions- for example- the Earth revolves around the sun in 365.25 solar days based on the Earth clock- this is a motion done in a cycle and after 365.25 days this motion will be finished- similar to that- the matter is created depending on a motion in a defined direction and this motion is found based on a cycle- and when this cycle is complete the motion will be finished and the matter will be perished – that's why the time is important- because – on very bad day I will die and by that my age on the Earth will be only 100 years and then I have to have a watch to observe the time- the time is the feature of my body- the feature of the matter around- I'm the temporary player while the universe is the continuous player and I see the universe through my eyes which see only the time of my body-

Second feature- because the matter depends on a motion in a defined direction- that restricted the matter motion on time axis- the matter can't move freely on time axis into the future or into the past as the light motion does- because the matter existence depends on a motion in a defined direction- if the matter moves against this direction the matter will be perished also- for that the matter can't move into the past- but the matter can move only into the future and also by the system is allowable for the matter by this motion based on which the matter is created

Shortly-

The time is a feature of matter – means- the time is a feature related to the researcher but not related to the universe itself- shortly- we can consider the time as spectacles or eyeglasses through which the researcher sees the universe while the universe itself isn't controlled by this spectacles

Twlefth Question

Can The Solar System Design Be Greater Than (Young Interference)?

There are three players in the solar system geometrical design- let's refer to them

The first and second players are the two light beams by which the coherence of light is created and Young interference is produced- the two light beams are the original light beam with speed 1.16 million km per second and the light beam with known speed 300000 km/s – by these two light beams the coherence of light is created in the past as explained before and this coherence of light results are seen in the present and based on this coherence of light the solar system design is produced

The Third Player Is The Sun Point Of Space- which is the stationary point in the solar system- let's explain that in following

The coherence of light produced Young interference and we can imagine the interference as the sea of water- means- the interference is in motion because the light is in motion by nature even if we see the bright and dark fringes don't move from the board but we understand the light is in motion and the interference is in motion also-

The sun point of space is the stationary point in the solar system- its velocity is 1 km/s (= Zero approximately)- and- because the whole interference is in motion and the sun point of space is the only one stationary point in the solar system that means all motions are done relative to the sun point of space

The creation of the sun point of space is done as following

The planets revolve around a point in space (any point in space) and the revolution creates on both sides two equal velocities but the velocities directions are opposite each other- for that- the velocities total is Zero- means- the revolution creates a stationary point in the revolution center- by that- the unique stationary point in the solar system is created- and the sun is created on this stationary point

Please note- Planet velocity is defined based on its orbit and each orbit is comparable with each dark fringe order- as explained before- means- planet velocity is defined based on Young interference-

BUT- planet velocity definition here depends on some rate- means- (V2= 0.8 V1) as we have seen (Earth velocity 29.8 km/s x 0.8 = 24.1 km/s Mars velocity error 1%)- the fringes don't define any planet velocity value but define the rule (V2= 0.8 V1)

But because the solar system wanted to create a stationary point, the first velocity be 47.4 km/s (Mercury velocity)-

Means – Mercury velocity can be any other value, suppose (90 km/s) and the other planets velocities will be defined based on the rule (V2= 0.8 V1)- but in this case the sun stationary point can NOT be created- the stationary point necessitated Mercury velocity to be 47.4 km/s and based on the rule (V2= 0.8 V1), the system will define 9 planets velocities till reach to Pluto 4.7 km/s

And by that, the 9 planets velocities total will be 205.8 km/s (because I add the Earth moon velocity to the 9 planets velocities total 205.8 km/s = 176 km/s +29.8 km/s)

And the total 205.8 km/s is defined based on the known speed of light (300000 km/s) by the equation (205.8)^2 x 7.1 = 300000 km/s

Shortly the sun point creation is a geometrical tool NOT found in Young Interference and it makes the solar system design greater than Young interference and by that Young interference can be considered as a part of the solar system design because of the effect of the sun point of space on the solar system geometrical design (CONT)

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