Monalee🩷

This is only the sample version. The final product will be twice the size cause I ordered a bit too small.

Not just some random dude to fulfill a fantasy, but your actual partner you met, clicked with, and decided he was the one. I've always personally wanted a partner to share my niche interests with. But could you imagine your partner begging you to come to bed and you give in, rolling your eyes, just to walk into the bedroom and hear him say, "On your knees, pips." And when you do it, he tells you, "Thats my good meimei," and he proceeds to utterly worship you. You don't just enjoy it because it's "Caleb". You enjoy it because you get to share something so special with someone who's just crazy enough and in love with you to humor you, and he's not ashamed.

WIP

Yes, I was playing LADS in the dark. You don't?

What the fuck did y'all do to the algorithm?

Zoomed in is the exact view on my lockscreen.

Caleb, my beloved...

Chat, did I accidentally cook?

I hate this class I hate this class I hate this class BUT it teaches you how to write without AI. I've never used AI to write stories because when I was little and didn't have anything else to do, I would spend days on end writing whatever came to mind. Struggle brings adaptation. Allow yourself to struggle with ideas and inspiration. Messy writing and all its glory is the most authentic kind. Write, rewrite, delete it all, start over. Whatever it takes.

You have a story only your brain can tell. Though the words already exist, the order to place them is infinite...

Warning: Suggestive Themes, Partial nudity (not detailed)

A crisp snap rings out in the air as Doctor Zayne puts on his medical-grade gloves, preparing to conduct your bi-weekly exam. As a Deepspace Hunter, your health is paramount, but as a Protocore Syndrome patient with a delicate heart condition, it is mandatory to keep on top of these things. And if it weren't for Zayne, you would easily let it slip your mind.

As you sit on the examination table, you think about how lucky you are to have Zayne as your primary physician—someone who knows your quirks and fears, someone who gets the way you think....sort of. Someone willing to compromise. And you've known him since you were kids. With this in mind, you'd easily trust Zayne with anything! Well, anything but one thing, that is.

Zayne picks up the clipboard with all your medical charts on them, flipping through and skimming the pages with his hazel-green eyes. A focused gaze on the records before him is the tell-tale sign that something is amiss and most certainly not to his liking. Concerned, you mutter a question, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers.

"Is everything alright, Zayne?"

"Hm," he utters, bringing his eyes up to meet yours, adjusting his glasses as he lowers the clipboard. "With your repeated non-compliance to certain routine exams, I would have to wonder the same thing." He sends you a questioning look, and you immediately know what he's referring to, but you try to feign ignorance as best as you can.

"Huh?"

"All of your past records, you have refused both a quick physical examination of your breast as well as a formal mammogram." You purse your lips, struggling to hide the anxiety boiling inside as he continues. "While I cannot force you to complete these procedures, it is my duty as your physician to at least recommend them and see to it that you have access the best care possible, so if seeing a provider of another gender may help soothe your anxiety—"

"No, it's not that," you interrupt. "I'm okay. It's just, you know, I check in the shower for lumps all the time. I'm alright."

Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and briefly turning away. You're aware that he disapproves of your response, but you're hoping the conversation ends here because it always does. Not this time. Zayne takes a deep breath before turning back towards you, looking you in the eye and shaking his head. "You're a horrible liar." You frown, knowing you can't hide it from him anymore. "I'm not going to force you to allow me to examine you, but I would at least like to know why you refuse treatment. Perhaps there is something I can do to help you." His eyes soften as you take a breath to collect yourself, almost as if to silently say, "You can trust me."

"Zayne, it's not that I'm afraid of finding something wrong or don't trust you because you're a guy. It's just that...I have small boobs, okay?!" you blurt out, wrapping your arms around your chest, an anxious attempt to hide yourself. "I dont want anyone seeing. What if they make fun of me to the other doctors once I leave? What if they laugh? What if they make mean comments about it?"

Zayne shifts in place, his expression changing from concern to sympathy. "And what about me," he asks, leaning in just an inch. "Did you assume I would do these things as well? Is that why you did not let me give you an exam?"

You feel guilty. His question almost breaks your heart. You would never want Zayne to think such a thing. "No," you reply softly. "You're different," you murmur a rosy tint forming on your cheeks."

A gentle, playful smile touches his lips as he raises a brow. "Different in what ways?""

"Well, I've known you forever, and you never make fun of me or judge me for what I tell you, so I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but... Zayne, if you had an insecurity, you wouldn't show your crush, would you? You'd wanna look cool, right?"

Zayne tilts his head for a moment as if to truly think about the situation before answering. "'Coolness' is overrated. What matters most is being true to yourself and others. But, from a societal standpoint, I can understand why you wouldn't be too quick to reveal a self-perceived flaw. However, I am your doctor," he states, slowly reaching out and taking your hands. "I am trained to see the body in every form, in all its 'glory' and 'lackluster', which are honestly both subjective and irrelevant to my job. I look for signs of illness and health, and right now, you look very healthy, but I just want to be sure."

You shift on the bed, feeling a bit better but still skeptical. "Maybe Dr. Zayne wouldn't mind if my boobs are small, but Zayne would," you argue, poking out your lip in a pout as you look away.

A flash of sadness crosses his face as he hears your remark, but then, he smiles again. "Perhaps he would. Or perhaps, he means every word when he tells your how beautiful you are every day." Releasing your hands, Zayne takes a step back with a nod. "At any rate, the choice is yours. If you do not want a breast exam, we can move on to the rest of your checkup."

"Mmm...okay. Fine. I trust you," you sigh. "Let's just get it over with."

"Very well. Then I'll give you a moment to-"

In haste to get things over with, you snatch your shirt over your head and throw it aside, revealing your bra beneath your shirt and your bare skin. Then you unhook the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts.

Zayne freezes, eyes widening almost imperceptibly as he sees your bare chest. A flush creeps up his neck and ears. "Ahem. I only needed you to change into your gown," he murmurs, nearly tripping over his words as he adjusts his tie.

"Ohhhh," you awkwardly reply, scratching the back of your head and looking away as an even more awkward silence falls.

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