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spencer reid

part one part two part three part four

summary; What starts as a seemingly innocent exchange quickly escalates into a game of trust, control, and desire. Spencer offers you more than just financial stability; he gives you attention, adoration, and a connection so intimate it leaves you breathless. From whispered words over the phone to moments of vulnerability, he knows exactly how to unravel you, guiding you to discover sides of yourself you never knew existed.

But with every dollar he deposits into your account and every command that leaves his lips, the boundaries between professionalism and pleasure blur. As you dive deeper into this intoxicating arrangement, you can’t help but wonder: are you just another outlet for his control, or has this brilliant man fallen for you just as deeply as you’ve begun to fall for him?

cw; +18 minors dni, masturbation (f), hints at masturbation (m), nudes, spencer calls reader "little girl" once, phone sex, sugar baby/daddy dynamics, inexperienced reader, pleasure dom spencer, fingering, dirty talk

an; this is the first part in my new series! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated. P.s. this is written with jesus reid in mind <3 xoxo

The idea had been absurd from the beginning—a drunken suggestion tossed out during a late-night study break, your friend’s cheeks flushed from the cheap wine you’d both been sipping.

“You should totally do it,” she’d said, her voice a mix of mischief and daring as she scrolled through her phone. “It’s not like you have to… do anything. Just talk. Flirt a little. Get someone to pay for your coffee—or your rent. What’s the harm?”

You’d laughed it off then, brushing aside her suggestion with a half-hearted joke about the kind of people who used those sites. But now, with your landlord’s polite but insistent emails piling up, along with the crushing weight of tuition bills and credit card debt, her words didn’t seem so laughable.

Desperation, you’d learned, had a way of reshaping your boundaries.

So, against every instinct that told you to slam the laptop shut and find another way, you clicked the link she’d jokingly sent that night.

The homepage was a garish blend of pink and gold, its polished glamour doing little to mask the transactional nature of it all. The tagline—"Where connections are made"—was a cruel euphemism for what this really was: a marketplace. A place where companionship, or at least the illusion of it, had a price tag.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time before you finally typed in a username: laceandliterature.

The flood of messages came almost instantly.

@ hungandrich; Hey, beautiful 😘

@ olderseekingyounger; I can show you the world 🌍💎

@ MrNaughty4U; $5k a week to be my princess. No strings attached 💵

It was overwhelming, a cascade of propositions ranging from saccharine to predatory. Some were masked in politeness, others made no effort to conceal their intentions. Your stomach churned as you skimmed through them, the realisation sinking in that you were just another product on a shelf.

And then, just as you were about to close the browser and pretend this had never happened, a new message pinged.

It was short, direct—refreshingly so:

[new chat from: @ thefourthdoctor]

@ thefourthdoctor; Intriguing profile. Shall we talk?

No emojis, no extravagant promises. Just a simple, confident statement.

You hesitated, your heart racing as you clicked on the profile. The picture was blurry, as if taken in haste, but it revealed enough: dark, wavy hair that framed sharp, intelligent eyes behind a pair of glasses. His bio was sparse but intriguing, mentioning books, travel, and a keen interest in "meaningful conversations."

Something about it—about him—felt different. Not just the lack of overtly transactional language, but the quiet assurance in his words.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

This was a bad idea. You knew it was a bad idea. But against your better judgment, you typed out a response.

@ laceandliterature; I suppose that depends on what you want to talk about.

The reply came almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting.

@ thefourthdoctor; Anything but the obvious.

The words were simple, but the subtext was unmistakable: he wasn’t here for what everyone else seemed to want. Or maybe he was just better at hiding it. No sleazy innuendos. No dick pics. No hollow promises of private jets or weekend getaways. Not even the tired clichés of "Hey, gorgeous" or “What’s your body count?”—just a question.

It was startling in its simplicity, almost disarming. And for that exact reason, it made you pause. The absence of the usual vulgarity felt almost like a trick, a trap designed to lure you into a false sense of security. You had learned the hard way to be cautious online. Yet, despite yourself, you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you glanced at his username again.

A click brought up his profile, your curiosity outweighing your skepticism. The photo was blurry, clearly taken without much thought to lighting or angles. It wasn’t like the polished, professional headshots some of the other profiles sported. Still, you could make out the basics: slightly messy, long curly dark hair, intelligent eyes framed by glasses, and an awkward sort of handsomeness that felt... real.

The bio was brief—almost frustratingly so.

"Bibliophile. Traveler. Interested in meaningful conversations and unconventional connections."

It lacked the arrogance and ostentation of the others you’d scrolled past, the ones who listed their wealth or their penchant for “petite brunettes.” Instead, it was vague, yet oddly specific in its sincerity.

Your chest tightened, a strange mix of apprehension and curiosity tugging at you. Was this calculated, or was it simply honest? And why did it feel more dangerous than the others?

Still, you typed.

Your heartbeat quickened as you debated your next move. The smart thing would be to leave it at that, maybe even block him. After all, you weren’t here for emotional entanglements. This was supposed to be transactional—a simple trade: your time and charm for their money and attention. A means to an end.

Yet, against your better judgment, you stayed.

@ laceandliterature; The obvious is easier to avoid than you think, but meaningful conversations? That’s a tall order here.

There was a long pause, long enough that you started to wonder if you’d misjudged him. But then, the reply came:

@ thefourthdoctor; It depends on who you’re talking to.

You stared at the screen, the simplicity of his words sending a ripple of unease through you. There was no bravado, no performance. He was direct, confident, and—most dangerously—intriguing.

The seconds stretched into minutes as you debated what to say next. This was different from the other messages. He wasn’t dangling wealth in front of you like a shiny object or trying to buy your interest with empty promises.

And yet, the very absence of those things made you wonder what he wanted. Because he wanted something—everyone on this site did. That was the nature of it.

@ laceandliterature; Okay. What do you want to talk about?

His reply was immediate, as if he’d been waiting for you to ask:

@ thefourthdoctor; Tell me what brought you here.

The question hit like a dart, sharp and precise. Your stomach tightened as you read it again, the blunt honesty of it stripping away the thin veil you’d been hiding behind. No one had asked that before—not like this.

Most of the messages you’d received had operated on unspoken rules: you pretend this is normal, and they pretend they’re just being generous. But this man wasn’t pretending. He was asking you to be real in a space built on pretense.

And for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, you felt compelled to answer.

Your fingers trembled slightly over the keyboard. What could you even say? The truth? That you were drowning under the weight of your bills, your student loans, your own stubborn pride? That desperation had led you here, to a website where relationships had price tags and intimacy was commodified?

But what stopped you wasn’t the shame of your situation—it was him. The way he asked, as if the answer mattered. As if you mattered.

The tension in your chest twisted tighter as you typed.

@ laceandliterature; The same thing that brings everyone here, I suppose. Necessity.

You hit send before you could overthink it, before you could soften the edges of the truth. The reply came quickly.

@ thefourthdoctor; Necessity takes many forms. Which is yours?

You stared at the screen, his words pulling something loose inside you. This wasn’t idle curiosity. He was pushing you, peeling back the layers you hadn’t even realized you were wearing. And damn it, you wanted to push back.

@ laceandliterature; Does it matter?

You wrote, the edge in your tone slipping into the words.

The pause before his reply was longer this time, long enough to make you wonder if you’d misstepped. But then it came, and it was nothing you expected.

@ thefourthdoctor; It matters if you want it to.

The simplicity of his words sent a jolt through you, more potent than any overture of wealth or charm could have been. There was no condescension, no judgment. Just quiet, unnerving confidence.

You leaned back in your chair, running a hand through your hair. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. These conversations were supposed to be easy—shallow exchanges where you could slip into a version of yourself that didn’t feel the weight of real life pressing down on her. But with him, there was no slipping into anything.

He wasn’t letting you.

@ laceandliterature; What about you?

You typed, throwing the question back at him, daring him to offer you the same vulnerability he was asking of you. 

@ laceandliterature; Why are you here?

His reply was immediate, almost as if he’d been expecting the question.

@ thefourthdoctor; Curiosity.

You frowned at the screen, the single word both frustrating and enticing. It was vague but deliberate, leaving just enough room for interpretation to keep you hooked.

@ laceandliterature; Curiosity about what? 

The next message sent a shiver through you:

@ thefourthdoctor; You.

Your breath caught. One word, and yet it felt like he’d reached through the screen, pulling you closer, tethering you to him in a way that was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.

You hesitated, the heat rising in your cheeks as you considered how to respond. This wasn’t the typical transactional banter you’d anticipated when you signed up. He wasn’t offering money or promises of luxury. He wasn’t trying to seduce you with extravagance. Instead, he was drawing you in with something far more dangerous: attention.

And the worst part? You wanted it.

@ laceandliterature; Careful. That kind of curiosity can be expensive.

This time, the pause felt deliberate, a beat of silence meant to let your words settle. When his reply came, it was sharp, confident, and devastatingly effective.

@ thefourthdoctor; I don’t mind paying for what I value. Isn’t that what this is about, anyway?

Your breath hitched, the implications of his words hitting you like a shockwave. This wasn’t flirtation—it was a proposition. But not the kind you’d grown to expect on this site. He wasn’t offering to buy your time or affection outright; he was telling you that he saw something in you worth pursuing.

And that made him infinitely more dangerous.

Your heart raced as you stared at the screen, torn between the instinct to pull back and the magnetic pull of his presence. This wasn’t just about money anymore. This was about control, power, the careful dance of who would give and who would take.

You sat frozen, his last message glowing on the screen like an unspoken dare.

"I don’t mind paying for what I value."

The words reverberated through you, sharp and calculated, leaving no room for misinterpretation. This wasn’t a line meant to charm or impress. It was a statement of intent—a declaration of control.

And it was working.

Your chest tightened as you typed, your fingers moving before your brain caught up.

@ laceandliterature; Value is subjective.

The moment you hit send, you regretted it. It felt flippant, like you were trying to undermine the weight of his words. But maybe that was exactly what you needed to do—to wrest back some semblance of control in this conversation that was starting to feel far too intimate.

The reply came after a pause that felt excruciatingly long:

@ thefourthdoctor; It is. But I’m a man who knows how to discern.

Your throat tightened, the confidence in his words striking a chord deep within you. He wasn’t just playing the game—he was setting the rules. And despite yourself, you found it maddeningly enticing.

@ laceandliterature; Discernment is rare here. 

You replied, leaning into the dynamic, testing the boundaries of this strange connection.

His next message came faster this time, as if he’d been waiting for you to lean in:

@ thefourthdoctor; So is honesty. Tell me, how rare are you?

Your breath hitched, your cheeks flushing as you stared at the question. It wasn’t what you expected—not here, not from someone you’d never met. And yet, it was the kind of question you couldn’t dismiss with a coy quip or vague answer.

@ laceandliterature; Enough to know my worth. 

You typed, surprising even yourself with the boldness of your response.

His reply came swiftly.

@ thefourthdoctor; Good. Then you’ll understand why I won’t insult you with empty offers. Tell me what you want.

Your pulse quickened. There it was—the shift you’d been waiting for, the moment the conversation turned from hypothetical to concrete. But this was different from the others. He wasn’t throwing numbers at you, wasn’t dangling luxury in front of you like bait. He was putting the power in your hands, asking you to decide the terms.

It was intoxicating. And terrifying.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. What did you want? Money was the obvious answer—wasn’t it? That was why you were here in the first place. But now, with him, it didn’t feel so simple.

@ laceandliterature; That depends… What are you offering?

The pause before his response was agonizing, each second stretching longer than the last. And then it came:

@ thefourthdoctor; Time. Money. Attention. Answers, if you’re brave enough to ask the right questions.

Your breath caught, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy cloak. He wasn’t offering material things, at least not yet. He was offering something far more valuable—and far more dangerous.

You swallowed hard, your palms damp as you considered your next move. He’d shifted the power dynamic yet again, pulling you deeper into a game you weren’t entirely sure you knew how to play.

@ laceandliterature; And what do you want in return?

The question leaving you more vulnerable than you cared to admit.

His response was immediate, his words a quiet, commanding echo in your mind:

@ thefourthdoctor; Exactly what you’re willing to give me.

The simplicity of his answer hit you harder than any declaration of wealth or desire could have. It wasn’t just about money or power or control—it was about you. Your choices, your limits, your willingness to engage in this careful, intoxicating dance.

And that realisation sent a shiver down your spine.

For a moment, you stared at the screen, your pulse thrumming in your ears. You could walk away now. Close the laptop, block his profile, and pretend this never happened. But the truth was, you didn’t want to.

Because for the first time since you’d joined this site, you felt seen. Not as an object, not as a commodity, but as a person.

His words clung to you, each syllable daring you to define what you were prepared to offer. He was turning the mirror back on you, forcing you to confront not just the situation but yourself.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of how to proceed. He wasn’t playing by the rules you expected, and that made him unpredictable. Dangerous. But it also made him irresistible.

@ laceandliterature; That’s a clever way of saying nothing. Ambiguity suits you.

The reply came quickly, almost as if he’d anticipated your deflection.

@ thefourthdoctor; Clarity can be earned, if you’re willing to play the game.

Your breath hitched. There it was again—that quiet, assured confidence that pulled you in despite every warning bell ringing in your head. He wasn’t offering platitudes or empty promises. He was offering a challenge, one that was as maddening as it was magnetic.

@ laceandliterature; And what game is that? 

The pause before his answer felt deliberate, a calculated silence that only heightened your anticipation. When his message finally appeared, it sent a shiver through you:

@ laceandliterature; The one we’re already playing. You just haven’t realised it yet.

Your pulse quickened, your palms damp as you stared at the screen. He was toying with you, but not in the way you’d experienced before. This wasn’t about cheap thrills or transparent power plays. This was about control—subtle, seductive, and entirely in his hands.

@ laceandliterature; I don’t recall agreeing to any rules. 

The sharpness of your words masking the unease curling in your chest.

His reply was swift, the confidence in his words cutting through the haze of your thoughts:

@ thefourthdoctor; You didn’t have to. You agreed the moment you responded.

The audacity of his statement left you momentarily breathless. He was right, of course, and that infuriated you. But it also thrilled you in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

@ laceandliterature; You’re awfully sure of yourself

You shot back, your fingers trembling as you hit send. The response came almost immediately.

@ thefourthdoctor; Confidence is the privilege of knowing what you want. Do you?

Your chest tightened, his words striking a nerve you hadn’t expected. What did you want? It was supposed to be simple—a means to an end, a way to solve your financial problems without complicating your life. But now, with him, it felt far from simple.

You hesitated, your mind racing. This wasn’t like the other conversations you’d had on this site. He wasn’t just offering money or gifts; he was offering an exchange of a different kind. One that blurred the lines between power and vulnerability, control and surrender.

@ laceandliterature; I think you already know the answer.

@ thefourthdoctor; Good. Then we’re getting somewhere.

You exhaled sharply, the tension in your chest both exhilarating and suffocating. He had you cornered, and he knew it. But the worst part? You didn’t want to leave.

@ laceandliterature; And where exactly is that? 

The question both a challenge and a plea. His response sent a chill down your spine.

@ thefourthdoctor; Where we figure out if you’re ready to trust me.

The weight of his words settled over you, heavy and inescapable. Trust. It was a loaded word, especially here, in a space where every interaction felt transactional. But with him, it didn’t feel like a demand—it felt like an invitation.

You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you typed your response:

@ laceandliterature; Trust is earned, Doctor. How do you plan on earning mine?

The pause before his reply was excruciating, every second stretching longer than the last. And then, finally, his message appeared. 

@ thefourthdoctor; Patience. Honesty. And just enough mystery to keep you coming back.

Your breath caught, the sheer confidence of his words leaving you momentarily speechless. He wasn’t just playing the game—he was rewriting the rules, pulling you deeper into his orbit with every word.

And despite the warning bells ringing in your head, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting more.

@ laceandliterature; Then I suppose we’ll see how well you play. 

@ thefourthdoctor; We already are.

The message lingered on the screen, a challenge and a promise all at once. And as you stared at it, your heart racing and your mind spinning, one thing became clear:

Here’s the continuation, intensifying the emotional and psychological stakes, as well as the power dynamics:

You could feel it in the way your heart raced, in the way your mind struggled to pull together coherent thoughts. It was maddening. Dangerous. And yet, some part of you craved the thrill of it.

@ laceandliterature; What makes you so sure of that?

@ thefourthdoctor; Because you’re still here.

Your lips parted in a soft exhale, the truth in his words sending a shiver down your spine. He was right—you were still here, still engaged, still drawn to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

@ laceandliterature; Maybe I’m just curious.

His response was immediate, his confidence unshaken.

@ thefourthdoctor; Curiosity is the first step to surrender. And you’re closer than you think.

Your pulse quickened, his words striking a nerve you hadn’t realized was exposed. Surrender. The word hung there, heavy and intoxicating, pulling you deeper into his web.

@ laceandliterature; Surrender isn’t in my vocabulary. 

The sharpness of your reply more for your benefit than his.

@ thefourthdoctor; That’s because no one’s ever taught you how to do it properly.

The breath left your lungs in a quiet rush, your body betraying you with a thrill that raced down your spine. He wasn’t just confident—he was audacious, pushing boundaries you didn’t even know you had.

@ laceandliterature; And you think you’re the one to teach me?

@ thefourthdoctor; I know I am.

Your throat tightened, his certainty pulling you further into the undertow. There was no pretence with him, no fumbling for the right words to impress or seduce. He spoke with a quiet authority that was impossible to ignore—and even harder to resist.

@ laceandliterature; You’re awfully sure of yourself, Doctor.

You wrote, the name a deliberate choice, a way to remind yourself that he was still just a man on the other side of a screen.

But his next message stripped away any illusion of simplicity.

@ thefourthdoctor; Confidence is earned. You’ll see.

The promise in his words sent your mind reeling, the tension in your chest building with every passing second. He wasn’t offering wealth or gifts or superficial praise. He was offering himself—his attention, his intellect, his dominance—and it was unlike anything you’d ever encountered.

You leaned back in your chair, running a hand through your hair as you tried to steady your breathing. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It was a collision of wills, a power struggle where the stakes felt dangerously personal.

@ laceandliterature; And if I decide to stop playing? 

His reply came slower this time, each word calculated, precise.

@ thefourthdoctor; Then I’ll let you go. But we both know you won’t.

Your breath caught, the quiet confidence in his message leaving you stunned. He wasn’t trying to trap you—he was daring you to walk away. And that made him even more dangerous.

@ laceandliterature; You seem very sure of my choices

@ thefourthdoctor; I’m sure of your curiosity. And that’s enough.

You stared at the screen, your heart pounding, your mind spinning. He was right—you were curious. About him, about this, about where it could lead. And that curiosity was already pulling you deeper, binding you to him in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

And as you sat there, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, one thought echoed in your mind:

You weren’t just playing his game anymore.

You were losing.

His words were a masterstroke, the kind of deliberate confidence that didn’t demand submission but invited it, coaxed it out of you with unsettling precision. He wasn’t forcing you into anything. He didn’t have to.

You were leaning in all on your own.

@ laceandliterature; Curiosity is dangerous. 

The words meant as both a warning and a defense. You weren’t sure if you were telling him or reminding yourself.

His reply came almost instantly, as if he’d anticipated your hesitation.

@ thefourthdoctor; It can be, in the wrong hands. But I think you know by now—I don’t intend to hurt you.

Your chest tightened, the unexpected gentleness in his response catching you off guard. It wasn’t a dismissal of your fears; it was an acknowledgment, a reassurance that felt disarmingly genuine.

@ laceandliterature; What do you intend to do, then? 

The pause before his reply was deliberate, stretching just long enough to heighten the tension without breaking it.

@ thefourthdoctor; Challenge you. Teach you. Protect you, if you let me.

Your breath hitched, his words striking a chord deep within you. The power in his offer wasn’t in its force but in its certainty, its quiet promise of control without cruelty, dominance without destruction.

@ laceandliterature; That’s a tall order.

@ thefourthdoctor; I’ve never been afraid of a challenge.

The simplicity of his answer left you momentarily stunned. He wasn’t boasting, wasn’t trying to impress you. He was stating a fact, one that resonated with an authority you couldn’t ignore.

@ laceandliterature; And what do you get out of this?

@ thefourthdoctor; The pleasure of watching you grow. The satisfaction of knowing you’re safe. And maybe, if you’re willing, a connection worth more than either of us expected.

Your chest tightened, his words threading through the cracks in your defences with startling ease. He wasn’t just offering a transaction; he was offering something far deeper, something that terrified and intrigued you in equal measure.

@ laceandliterature; You make it sound so simple.

@ thefourthdoctor; It can be, if you trust me. But I won’t rush you. This is your choice.

Your breath caught, the weight of his words settling over you. He wasn’t demanding anything from you, wasn’t using manipulation or coercion. He was giving you the space to decide, to choose whether to step into the unknown or retreat to the safety of your walls.

@ laceandliterature; What if I don’t know how to trust someone like you?

@ thefourthdoctor; Then I’ll show you how, baby. Step by step. But only if you’re willing.

The kindness in his words was a stark contrast to the intensity of his presence, a reminder that his control wasn’t about overpowering you—it was about guiding you, supporting you, meeting you where you were and pulling you gently forward.

@ laceandliterature; And if I’m not?

@ thefourthdoctor; Then I’ll let you go. But I don’t think you want me to.

The truth in his words hit you like a jolt, your heart racing as you stared at the screen. He was right—you didn’t want to let him go. You didn’t want to retreat into the safety of solitude, not when he was offering something so intoxicatingly rare.

@ laceandliterature; You’re very sure of yourself

@ thefourthdoctor; I’m sure of you. And I’m willing to wait until you are too.

The words lingered on the screen, a challenge and a reassurance all at once. He wasn’t just pulling you into his world—he was offering to walk beside you, to guide you through the uncharted territory of trust and surrender.

And as you stared at his message, your pulse thrumming in your ears, one thing became abundantly clear. You wanted to see where this could lead.

Your fingers trembled as you typed your reply.

@ laceandliterature; I don’t know where this is going.

His response came swiftly, his dominance tempered by kindness:

@ thefourthdoctor; Then let me be the one to show you. One step at a time.

When the evening settled and the quiet of your room enveloped you, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone. His last message still lingered there:

"Then let me be the one to show you. One step at a time."

Trust. The word had seemed so monumental when he’d said it, and now it felt even heavier in the quiet intimacy of your room.

Your eyes wandered to the package on your desk, the one that had arrived just days ago. The lingerie you’d bought with the money he’d sent—not something you’d ever imagined doing, much less showing anyone. But his insistence had stayed with you.

"This is for you," he’d written. "Because you deserve to feel special."

You’d laughed at the time, unsure how to process the sincerity in his words. But now, with the soft lace spread out in front of you, you felt the weight of his kindness.

On impulse, you slipped it on, the delicate fabric hugging your body in a way that felt both indulgent and empowering. It wasn’t something you’d ever have bought for yourself, but now, wearing it, you understood the quiet confidence it offered.

You caught your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks flushing as you adjusted the straps. The blush-colored lace was intricate and feminine, the perfect balance of modesty and allure. You hesitated, biting your lip as your phone buzzed in your hand.

Finally, you snapped a photo—nothing overly revealing, just the curve of your body hinted at in the soft light, the lace framing your figure. It felt daring, intimate, and, most of all, you felt like his.

With a shaky breath, you typed a caption for the image. 

@ laceandliterature; Thank you. I thought you should see where your funds are going.

You hit send before you could second-guess yourself, your heart racing as the message left your screen.

@ thefourthdoctor; You’re so beautiful, my little angel.

Your breath caught at the simplicity of his words. There was no embellishment, no flourish—just a quiet, sincere acknowledgment that made your chest tighten.

Another message followed, slower this time, as if he’d chosen each word carefully.

@ thefourthdoctor; Thank you for trusting me with this. How does it make you feel?

His question sent a ripple of warmth through you. He wasn’t just admiring you; he cared about how you felt, ensuring that this moment wasn’t just for him.

@ laceandliterature; It feels… different. In a good way.

The dots danced on the screen before his next message appeared.

@ thefourthdoctor; Good. That’s exactly how it should feel. You deserve to feel confident and cared for.

You smiled despite yourself, the warmth of his words cutting through the lingering nerves. He had a way of making you feel seen, like every action, every choice you made mattered to him.

@ laceandliterature; I wasn’t sure about sending it, I’ve never done anything like that before.

You admitted, your honesty surprising even you.

@ thefourthdoctor; You don’t need to worry. You’re safe with me. Always.

The reassurance in his words settled something deep inside you. He wasn’t just saying it—he meant it, every word carrying the weight of his sincerity.

Before you could respond, your phone vibrated in your hand, his name lighting up the screen. You hadn't expected him to call so soon, but the smile that spread across your face at the sight of his name felt entirely natural.

Your throat pinched, the air suddenly feeling all too warm. Neither of you had ever initiated a call before, what would he sound like? Deciding to push your nerves to the side, you answer the call.

"I was thinking you might not pick up for a moment there," his voice was low and smooth, a hint of amusement dancing through his words. "I hope you know this isn’t just about the photo. It’s about you. What you need, what you want. If you’re ever unsure, tell me. I’ll always listen."

"I guess I just couldn’t help myself," you teased, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at the memory of how vulnerable you'd felt.

"Yeah? Am I living up to the expectation?" he murmured, and you could hear the laughter in his voice. It wasn’t a mocking sort of amusement, just a quiet acknowledgment that you both knew where this conversation was heading. And that, he hoped, neither one of you would shy away from it.

You laughed, a softness you'd never known you were capable of settling into your chest. There had been something so unexpectedly freeing about the experience—about wearing it made you flush with warmth.

“You could say that…”

“What were you hoping for, when you sent me that photo?”

The thought sent an immediate ache through your body, the suggestion of his touch, of the things he might do to you, sending a wave of desire through you. Your mind raced with images of “him” above you, of his hands pinning your wrists to the bed as he thrust into you. The thought was enough to make you flush, the ache of need between your legs becoming almost unbearable.

"Nothing.” You couldn’t even pretend to feign nonchalance when his words had been so unflinchingly honest, when the promise of what lay ahead was so tantalisingly clear.

"I’ll make it easier for you, then. What are you thinking about right now?" he said bluntly, his words sending a rush of heat through your entire body. There was nothing ambiguous or hesitant about his command; he wanted this, and he expected you to do it. "Tell me what you want, angel. I can give you that."

You twist the fabric hem of the lingerie around your fingers nervously, chewing at the dry skin on the edge of your lips. “I- I don’t know how to do this.” 

He chuckles softly, voice still full of kindness. “Then you don’t have to do anything, let me do all the work, baby.”

You’re quiet for a moment, pondering your options. Before nodding to yourself, deciding you’d have to let go of your nerves for the time being if you wanted this to continue.

“Okay.” You whisper, almost inaudibly. He wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he’d not been paying such close attention.

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of boldness. "I... I've always had this fantasy of being guided by a man... someone who knows what he wants and can show me new pleasures. I’ve never had that chance before… I was hoping maybe that could be you."

"Oh, angel, you have no idea how much I want to fulfil those desires," He purred. "I can be your guide, your teacher, and your lover all in one."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you felt your core tighten with anticipation. "I... I think I'd like that very much."

"I want you to relax and get comfortable for me, can you do that, baby?. Dim the lights, light a candle, whatever you need to do."

Obeying his instructions, you lit a scented candle, filling the room with a soft, flickering glow and a hint of vanilla. You kicked off your shoes and slid under the covers, your heart pounding in your chest.

"That's it, sweet girl," He whispered. "Now, I want you to imagine my hands on your body, caressing your skin, exploring every inch of you. Feel my touch, soft and gentle, as I trace your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts."

As you listened, you closed your eyes, visualising his strong, masculine hands on your body. You imagined his fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples, causing them to harden in response. Soft whimpers escaping your lips as you reach up to cup your breasts, mimicking his touch.

"That's right, angel," he encouraged. "Touch yourself for me. Feel how soft you are, how sweet.”

Your fingers obeyed, teasing your nipples, rolling and tugging at the sensitive peaks. You arched your back, pressing your breasts into your palms, and let out a soft cry of pleasure.

"Do you like that, little girl?" He asked, his voice thick with desire. "I wish you could see what you do to me."

"Yes, Doctor," you breathed, your voice heavy with arousal. “It feels so good."

"Now, slide your hand down your stomach, past your navel, and into the heat between your thighs," he instructed, his voice a seductive command. "Feel how wet you are for me, how your body responds to my words."

Your hand trembled as you obeyed, slipping beneath the covers and finding your way to your core. Your fingers brushed against your wet folds, and you gasped at the sensation.

"Oh, god, baby. You're so wet, aren’t you? I can hear it," He growled. "Rub your fingers along your pussy, coat them with your sweetness.”

You did as he said, moaning as your fingers slipped into your tight cunt. You were so wet, so ready, and the sensation of filling yourself sent waves of pleasure through your body. Taking the phone down your body, you hold it in front of your dripping pussy. Your microphone picking up on the sounds as your fingers slip through your folds.

"What a noisy fucking pussy, that's it, that's my girl," he encouraged. "Fuck yourself with your fingers, slowly at first, imagine it's my cock inside you, claiming your tight little cunt."

Your fingers moved in and out, your pace increasing as your pleasure spiralled. You imagined Spencer's thick, hard length filling you, his powerful body driving into yours.

"Yeah, fuck yourself for me," he urged. "Let go, angel girl. Come for me, and let me hear your sweet cries."

Your fingers worked frantically, your body on the brink of ecstasy. His words, his deep, commanding voice, pushed you over the edge. With a cry of release, you climaxed, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Oh, my sweet girl," he whispered, whispering soft praise over the phone, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That sounded like a lot, hm? You still with me, beautiful?."

"I know that wasn’t easy for you, but it was beautiful to hear." His voice was soft, filled with sincerity. 

You lay there, breathless and sated, your body still humming with pleasure. "Y-yeah, m still here. Thank you."

"You did so good, such a well behaved girl. Check your phone for me, baby. Look what you did to me."

You froze for a moment, your mind struggling to process exactly what you were looking at. And then it registered—the smooth skin of his stomach, the slight curve of his hip. A moment later, you saw it; his cock, flushed pink tip, half-hard and resting against his stomach. A small pool of cum rested near his belly button.. You flushed all over at the thought, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the photo. There was something so undeniably intimate about the image; something that spoke to the fact that he'd been pleasuring himself while thinking of you.

With a final, breathless goodbye, you end the call. Your heart is still racing, your body tingling with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. His voice still echoes in your ears, warm and commanding, and the weight of his presence seems to fill the room even though he's no longer on the line. You lean back against the soft cushions on your bed, eyes fluttering closed, letting the soft glow of the lamp wash over you.

You let out a slow exhale, your chest rising and falling in rhythm with the buzz still pulsing beneath your skin. There’s something thrilling, intoxicating about the way he’s able to draw you out, make you vulnerable and yet so sure of yourself all at once. But the moment feels almost too surreal, too indulgent, and you try to calm your racing thoughts when a ping breaks through the haze of your afterglow.

You glance down at your phone, blinking at the notification that has just popped up.

$500 has been deposited into your account.

-for my pretty girl

Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers instinctively swipe open the message. You freeze, your eyes scanning the details with a quickness that betrays your curiosity.

"Doctor Reid," it reads, alongside the substantial amount.

For a moment, time seems to stop, your gaze fixed on the screen as your pulse quickens once more. The money sits there, cool and impersonal, yet its presence is anything but. It’s a gesture—one that feels undeniably generous, but also loaded with unspoken meaning. This isn’t just a transaction. This is him, and everything that came with the promise of his control, his attention, his care.

You’ve known that he was willing to give, but this—this feels different. The amount is so much more than what you’d expected. What did he mean by it? What does he expect now?

You glance at the digits one more time, the weight of his name anchoring the moment. It feels strange to see it. So he was a doctor. 

A tight knot forms in your chest, mixing nerves with something else—something like desire, maybe even gratitude. You bite your lip, unsure how to feel. It was just a phone call, just a moment of shared vulnerability between you. Yet the fact that he’s followed through with this kind of gesture makes everything feel so much more real, so much more complicated.

With a heavy sigh, you set your phone down and run your fingers through your hair, your mind racing as you try to reconcile the thrill of the moment with the heavy responsibility that now feels like it’s creeping in.

At least now you had his name, Doctor Reid.

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[elenauaurs]

TWISTED WONDERLAND OC

Diaval bio again hehehhee

Name: Diaval Corvo

Grade: Junior

Age: 167

Height: 1,70

Homeland: Briar Valley

Club: Board game

Best subject: Mathematics/History of magic

Hobbie: Studies on ancient writings

Pet Peeves: DOGS.

Favorite Food: Soup

Least Favorite Food: N/A

Birthday: November 3rd

Talent: Mapping (Before Book 7) - Drawing (after Book 7)

Personality

By his peers, Diaval is often considered a reserved and mysterious person, especially because of the circumstance of being one of the closest people to the Housewarden of Diasomnia. Despite this reputation, Diaval proves himself to be a caring individual and a good person to talk to, should the subject interest him.

In his own way, he has a habit of guiding people when necessary and, lately, he has been gaining a better reputation and maintaining a good relationship with his classmates. However, despite maintaining a calm and helpful demeanor towards others, Diaval can be quite proud if mocked or challenged, as well as having confidence in his own abilities.

Diaval is a good strategist, preferring to analyze a situation behind the scenes first before taking action. With this in mind, it's not too surprising that he often prefers to analyze the people around him before deciding whether or not an interaction would be beneficial for him, as well as he can also be considered a great resource to find 🫣gossip🫣 about NRC.

He can be quite vengeful, as well as quick to return a just favor. Very remorseful with people he doesn't like or who have done him wrong, but also do everything for those he holds dear. In fact, despite appearing to be logical most of the time, Diaval can be really emotional, especially with people he loves or when he feels vulnerable…

and REALLY restless when something he does goes wrong

Overall, Diaval is observant, introvert and sometimes reserved. However, he also has an ease in communicating with the people around him and is being seen interacting much more with his colleagues lately. Diaval also has difficulty talking about things that affect him, but he can show himself to be a good person to talk to and a great friend, even assuming a responsible attitude for those who need.

And he's also a big worrier for his friends.

Trivia

• He's twisted from Diablo and Diaval (Sleeping beauty and Maleficent)

• Diaval is a personal servant of Malleus, acquiring the title of The Princes’ wings in Briar Valley.

• What's the story behind his eyepatch? Ask him all you want, but the only guarantee you'll get is that he'll make up a new story every time.

• He’s a crow/raven fae

• Diaval's eyes are very sharp, being the sense he most rely on. As they say, nothing escapes his gaze.

• He’s always very well informed about what’s happening around Campus, definitely a great investigator who loves gossip.

• He doesn't like participating in swimming lessons. According to him, his wings are too heavy to swim properly.

• When it comes to food, Diaval eats absolutely everything. Lilia's food included.

• Diaval LOVES shiny things, and also enjoys giving gifts to make up for favors he has received.

• He doesn't lacks self-control, but depending on the situation, Diaval can be REALLY quite competitive.

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[glowettee]

✧ ˚.The Ultimate Study Guide: How to Become a Top-Tier Student ✨📚

Hi besties! 💖 It’s Mindy here, your resident study buddy and glow-up guru at Glowettee. I wanna talk about how to become a top-tier student this upcoming year without losing your sanity—or your vibe. Imagine sipping on a latte, surrounded by pastel notes and cute stationery, feeling like the main character of your academic journey. That’s the energy we’re channeling today. Ready to take your study game from blah to iconic? Hopefully these tips could help prepare for the second semester!

1. Active Recall and Spaced Repetition Hacks

Okay, so here’s the deal: simply reading your notes is not the move. You’ve got to make your brain work a little harder to really soak in all that info.

Active recall: Write down questions from your notes and try answering them without looking. This forces your brain to actually retrieve the information (and helps you remember it longer!).

Spaced repetition: Spread out your study sessions instead of cramming. Use apps like Anki or Quizlet to create digital flashcards that you review over time. Bonus: Anki is super aesthetic if you customize the fonts and colors. 🌸

2. How to Make Study Sessions Feel Luxurious

Studying doesn’t have to feel like a chore, babe. Here’s how to romanticize the grind:

Set the mood: Light a candle, play soft lofi beats, and wear your coziest silk robe. (Yes, the fancy one.)

Aesthetic setup: Use pastel highlighters, cute pens, and a clean desk space. Your desk should feel like a Pinterest board come to life.

Snacks & drinks: Treat yourself to something yummy like matcha lattes or chocolate-covered almonds. A chic study session is fueled by snacks, trust me. 🍵

3. Step-by-Step Pomodoro Method Breakdown for Focus

Pomodoro is basically magic for productivity. Here’s how to do it:

Set a timer for 25 minutes and work on one task. (Pro tip: Choose something specific, like summarizing one chapter.)

Take a 5-minute break after each session. Stretch, grab a sip of water, or scroll Pinterest for inspo.

Repeat four times, then take a longer 20-30 minute break. Use this time to dance around your room or journal—it’s all about balance.

🦢 ✧ ˚.Why it works: Breaking your tasks into bite-sized chunks makes studying less overwhelming and way more manageable. Plus, the breaks keep you refreshed and motivated.🦢 ✧ ˚.

4. Best Apps for Studying

Bestie, your phone doesn’t have to be a distraction—it can be your ultimate study tool. Here are my faves:

Notion: Perfect for organizing your study schedule and creating dreamy, color-coded notes. You can even add cute icons and headers to make it so aesthetic. (SPOILER!! I'll be making some soon for you guys!!)

Quizlet: Great for flashcards and testing yourself on key terms. Bonus: You can use other people’s study sets if you’re short on time.

Anki: Ideal for mastering those tough subjects (hello, bio and chem!). The spaced repetition feature is a lifesaver for long-term retention.

Forest: Keeps you off your phone by growing virtual trees while you study. The guilt of killing your tree will keep you focused, I promise. 🌳

5. How to Romanticize School and Make It Fun

Here’s the tea: school doesn’t have to be boring. Treat every class like a stepping stone to your dream life.

Dress the part: Show up like the best-dressed main character. Think Blair Waldorf vibes but comfy—plaid skirts, cozy cardigans, and knee-high socks are always a win.

Curate your supplies: Invest in cute stationery, a pastel planner, and maybe even a monogrammed tote bag. If it feels luxurious, you’ll want to use it.

Celebrate small wins: Finished a chapter? Reward yourself with a TikTok break or a face mask. You deserve it.

Shift your mindset: Instead of dreading school, think of it as part of your glow-up. Every essay, test, or project is one step closer to the 🦢 ✧ ˚.elite🦢 ✧ ˚. version of you.

Final Thoughts

You’ve got this, babe. Becoming a top-tier student is about working smarter, not harder—and looking cute while doing it. Make your study sessions a vibe, stay consistent with these hacks, and watch your grades (and confidence) skyrocket. Remember: You’re not just studying for school; you’re building the foundation for your dream life. 💕

Let me know how you’re leveling up your study game in the comments or tags! And don’t forget to tag @glowettee if you post your aesthetic study setups—I’d love to see them. ✨

Xoxo, Mindy/Glowettee 🌸

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[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields Chapter Three: Happiness

Summary: your first session with Hyunjin is here and it’s filled with new opportunities with both of you finding yourselves growing closer.

Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, sci fi au, romance au

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: mention of a nightmare

Notes: I enjoyed writing this chapter as it made me happy lol I hope you enjoy it as well! Let me know what you think of the chapter as always!

Taglist is open-just ask or dm me to be added (age must be in bio or pinned)

Series Summary: You, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

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Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost my work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

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The next morning you woke up suddenly, sitting straight up in your bed. There was a thin sheen of sweat littering your face and strands of hair plastered to your cheek.

You placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly, almost as if it were going to jump out of your chest.

You couldn’t remember what happened exactly, just that you were younger, a little child. You were being dragged away from your mother by another woman.

Your mother’s face was wet and she seemed distraught, her hand reaching out to yours. You tried to reach your hand to grasp hers, but you were too short, your fingers grasping empty air.

The moment seemed so long ago yet so close.

You took a couple of deep breaths, willing yourself to calm down. You knew sleep would be hard to come by now so you decided to stay awake.

You grabbed your favorite book, the one with the lavender fields picture and read, getting lost in the words on the page.

Time passed and before you knew it, there was a knock on your door. You set your book down and sat up straight, watching the door as it swung open.

“Let’s go dear,” the orderly said, gesturing for you to follow her.

You got up and walked behind her, following her until you arrived at the dressing rooms. She helped you get dressed and then guided you to a door.

She stopped short and turned to you. “Hyunjin is waiting for you dear, go ahead in.”

You nodded, twisted the knob swinging the door open, and stepped into what looked like an office.

There were shelves along each wall, hundreds of books stacked haphazardly within them. A black couch was in the middle of the room pilled high with pillows.

You eyes wandered the expanse of the room until they landed on Hyunjin who was sitting in a large chair behind a wooden desk. He was looking through various papers, the rustling sound heard throughout the room.

At your entrance, he looked up, a smile gracing his face.

“Ahh y/n! Come in, have a seat please,” he said gesturing toward the couch.

You shuffled over, sitting down on the plush cushions. Once settled you looked expectedly at Hyunjin.

“Slept well?” Hyunjin asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Hmm ok I guess, I woke up in a fit. I remembered being taken away from my mother.”

Hyunjin regarded you for a moment, his eyes studying you. He could see pain in your eyes mixed with confusion. His heart went out to you and how you must have been feeling.

“Ahh I think you had a nightmare. Those are horrible but they go away.”

A nightmare. You tagged the phrase away so you could remember it for next time…if next time ever occurred, which you hoped it wouldn't.

“Well let’s get started on our first session!” Hyunjin said excitedly. “We will be looking at a series of videos today. And then I’ll have you tell me what you observed and what you think about them. Ok?”

You nodded and sat up straighter, wandering what he would show you.

Hyunjin got up and turned off the lights, his office darkening instantly as there was no other light source. He pressed a button on a box, a screen coming to life in the corner of the room.

You watched as he navigated the screen. You couldn’t see what was there however, as his body was blocking your line of sight.

After some time, he backed away and sat back down behind his desk.

“Alright y/n, here’s the first video.”

Your eyes focused on the screen, watching as a few people appeared. They were sitting around a bunch of boxes as they chattered animatedly.

One person suddenly picked up a box and handed it to another person and so on until everyone had passed a box around.

You tilted your head to the side, watching as they tore the paper off of the box and opened the lid. Many of the people shouted as they smiled at the items in their hands. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed tight saying ‘thank you’ over and over.

The whole ordeal was strange to you, never having experienced it.

Hyunjin observed you, his eyes intense as he watched your body language. You seemed relaxed, intent on focusing on the screen. He smiled as he saw you cock your head, confusion on your face as the presents were opened.

The clip came to an end, the screen going black. You looked towards Hyunjin, feeling a warmth inside you.

“Ok y/n, what do you think? How do you feel?”

You took a moment to consider his question, not sure what he was expecting. You opted to describe the warm feeling you were experiencing, thinking that was a good place to start.

“When I saw the group of people gather, and smile like you do, and scream I felt a warmth within my chest here,” you said placing your hand over your heart.

Hyunjin smiled at your response as he straightened up in his chair. He was giddy and getting ahead of himself as the session seemed to be progressing smoothly.

“Excellent! Let’s move on, yeah?” Hyunjin replied as he willed himself to calm down.

You nodded turning to the screen again. Another group of people were on the screen, this time gathered around a table as everyone ate food. They seemed to all be engaging with one another, smiles on their faces as they spoke.

It was so different than what you’re used to, the image of your quiet and uneventful meal times popping to mind. The warm feeling seemed to grow larger, and you found the edges of your mouth tipping up, your muscles tightening and spreading to show your teeth.

You mimicked their smile, the action seeming right in the moment. Hyunjin grinned, elated at this discovery. He clapped his hands and turned the video off.

You dropped your smile and looked at Hyunjin, your eyes widened, worried your did something wrong.

“I’m amazed, this is great! Did you felt the same way after watching that clip?”

You nodded your head yes. It was very peculiar the warmth you felt. You felt your heart leap and your mind soar. The thought made you want to go to them, talk with them and join them in their screaming? What was that? No one was running but instead their eyes were closed, their bodies doubled over as they let out the sound.

You’ve heard some of the orderlies and technicians emit the same sound, never directly in front of you however. You wanted to know what it was, never having experienced it yourself. Could you ask Hyunjin?

You looked at him, taken aback at how intensely he was staring at you. He seemed ok, better than Raoul at least. You didn’t think he would come after you if you asked a question.

Hyunjin could tell that your mind was churning, a storm brewing in that brain of yours. He was curious as to what you were thinking about, what has your gaze on him, your lips pursed and eyes scrunched in concentration.

He couldn’t help but think how cute you looked, your long, wavy hair draped over your shoulders, obscuring the horrid gowns they made your kind wear. 'I needed to be careful,' he thought as he shook this thought from his head. His journey with you has only begun, he can’t mess up this opportunity because of his own feelings.

“Something on your mind?” He asked, prompting you to share what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to proceed with your question, your curiosity getting the best of you over your own survival.

“I was just wondering what that sort of ‘scream’ was that the people let out? I’ve heard the others around the lab do the same…” you trailed off at the end, stopping yourself before you gave yourself away.

You didn’t want anyone to know you were watching them, observing them, and learning their ways, curious on how humans differ so much from your kind, but yet are so similar.

Hyunjin smiled, not perturbed by your question at all. “That is laughter y/n. Someone spoke of something funny and the others replied with laughter. It’s a joyous feeling.”

You considered what Hyunjin said, your mind memorizing the sound, mechanics of the action, and when to use it. You thought long and hard before looking up at him and letting the edge of your lips curl, wanting to try out the action.

You felt your cheeks bunch, as you revealed your teeth before you let out a laugh, the sound shrill and loud in the otherwise quiet room. You quickly shut your mouth once you heard the sound, your eyes widening at the fact you made that sound.

However, you felt giddy, warm, your face hot at the action causing you to do it again. Your laughter rang out, echoing off the walls in the small room. You couldn’t stop, as you felt liberated, different, and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Hyunjin was ecstatic at your progress, a key emotion discovered with this session. He listened to your sweet laughter, his heart swelling at the sound. He’s never heard anything more angelic in his life. He watched as you smiled, blush darkening your cheeks as you continued to laugh.

He smiled before signaling for you to stop. After all, he didn’t want someone to hear you if they happened to be walking by his office.

You noticed Hyunjin’s hand, a soft and brief gesture signaling for you to quiet down. You stopped immediately, your heart quickening, watching his face for any signs as to how he would respond.

You shrank back slightly into the couch as he stood up and walked around his desk. He walked until he was in front of the wooden structure and rested against it, his hands in his coat pocket.

“Excellent, y/n. I’d say this session was a success!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he smiled.

You let out the breath you were holding, air rapidly filling your lungs as you took a deep breath just to let it out.

“We will continue our next session in a few days time. I must write my report.”

You watched as he pressed a button on his desk, an orderly showing up moments later at the door.

“Please take y/n back to her room please,” Hyunjin ordered.

You noticed it was Grace, the orderly who took you away from Raoul the day before. You followed her without fuss, turning to look back at Hyunjin once more as you neared the door.

He was watching you leave, a smile on his face as he nodded slightly as if to say ‘good job and goodbye.’ You quickly faced forward again before Grace could notice and exited the office. — — You had made great progress, that was a fact Hyunjin thought as he rounded his desk again. It was to be expected however after he looked at the data from previous sessions and his observations of you throughout the facility.

He was amazed at how quickly you grasped the concept of an emotion and how eager you were to test it out. He quickly but efficiently made notes on today’s encounter, elaborating on your reactions and responses to the clips.

Hyunjin however made two separate copies of notes, one for his personal use and one for the board. He wasn’t quite ready for them to know the extent of your knowledge, wanting to keep you to himself for a little while longer.

He also felt the need to protect you, the feeling running deeper than he realized. It’s been a while since he’s had any form of companionship, opting to focus on his career first and foremost. However, he felt his priorities start to change when he laid eyes on you.

He put down his pen and reached into his bag, his fingers brushing against a chain safely on attached to a board. He would visit you once more today before he made it to his progress meeting this afternoon.

Hyunjin only hopes you’ll like his little surprise. — — Once you were back in your room, you sat on your bed facing your mural. You learned so much during today’s session, more than you have during your time here.

This laughter must be a feeling that the humans discuss all the time. If it truly was, you rather enjoyed it, the feeling felt nice as you thought about it.

Standing up, you walked over to your paints. You began to organize your space, making sure you had everything you needed to continue your mural.

You picked up the pretty shade of purple and mixed some with some white paint, creating a beautiful shade of light purple that would match the lavender flowers in your book.

You let your mind wander as your hand moved across the wall. You applied delicate strokes, wide strokes, narrow strokes, creating the intricate details of the beautiful flowers.

You began to hum, the song bringing the smile back to your face. As your voice rang out, your mind drifted to your mother, briefly remembering how she would sing this song to you, while gently brushing your hair.

It was a nice time, a memory you did not want to forget, unlike so many others.

You were so lost in your painting, that you did not hear the knock at your door. As the lock clicked and door opened, you dropped your paint brush, jumping slightly at the interruption.

Turning towards the door, you noticed Hyunjin standing there, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” He asked as he stepped into your room, closing the door gently.

You set down your paints and faced him, wondering why he was here at what you assumed was a late hour.

“I um…just came to check on you, make sure you were all right after today’s session.”

Hyunjin’s eyes wandered around your room, taking in your simple bed made to perfection and your book shelf filled with books. The sight made him smile, as he could imagine you curled up with a book as you filled your head with its contents.

He continued the tour of the room, his head turning to view the painting on the wall. He eyes widened at the sight as he was taken aback at the beauty of it all. He had no idea that you were so talented, your feelings depicted on the concrete, even if you were not aware of it.

“This is impressive,” he breathed as he walked closer to you, his eyes taking in every detail of the painting.

You watched his reaction as he took in your masterpiece, a small smile forming as you gazed at him. You couldn’t help but stare at his profile, your heart beating faster as you took in his eyes, his little mole beneath his eye, to his hair.

You felt the need to reach out and run your fingers through the strands, wandering if they felt as soft and smooth as it looked. You quickly recovered however, clearing your mind as you focus on Hyunjin. You’re not sure what just happened.

“Why did you choose a lavender field?” Hyunjin asked, turning to look at you.

You walked over to your book shelf and eyed the books, looking for your favorite one. Spotting it, you picked it up and thumbed through the pages, looking for the picture with the beautiful flowers.

“Here it is,” you murmured as you walked back over to Hyunjin. “Lavender fields. The flowers are really beautiful. When I look at them, I feel warm and at peace. It is similar to what I explained after watching those films today.”

Hyunjin stared at you in shock. You were describing feeling happy. These flowers made you feel happy. He made a mental note to write this fact down once he got back to his office.

“Y/n, what you are describing is an emotion we call happiness. When something or someone makes you happy, you can feel warm inside, may laugh or smile like the people in the film.”

Hyunjin paused, as you took in his words as you seemed to be deep in thought.

So that’s what it was, happiness, you were feeling happy. It was a joyous feeling at that and you are glad your painting and books made you experience this.

You walked over to your bed and sat down, placing the book in your lap. You stared at the page, your fingers gently tracing over the lines of the picture, the stems and color slowly fading after so many years of you tracing the photo.

You felt the bed dip, as Hyunjin sat next to you. You could feel his eyes on you, as he watched you study the picture. You sat in silence for a while, the sound of your soft breathing filling the room. You could hear your heart pounding within your chest as you felt the warmth radiating off the man next to you.

You took in his scent, the smell pleasant to your senses as you deciphered something along the lines of vanilla and honey. It was comforting, your body relaxing as you breathed him in.

After a while you broke the silence, believing it okay to let Hyunjin know what has been on your mind.

“I want to see them some day, a lavender field. I want to walk through the flowers, to see if they are as soft as they seem, if they give off a sweet fragrance as the book describes.”

You sighed, resting your hand on your book, willing your heart to calm. At first Hyunjin stayed silent, his eyes still on you as he contemplated your desire. He wants nothing more than for you to succeed and be happy and now he has gained insight into your mind, one of your desires voiced.

He knows it must have taken great courage to divulge this secret, as you risk a lot voicing it. Your secret was safe with him that was for sure. And maybe, just maybe, one day he can take you to see such a field. He smiled at the thought of standing by your side in such a field, taking in such a beautiful sight.

“That is a beautiful dream y/n. I hope one day it may come true,” Hyunjin said as he continued to look at you.

You looked up at his words and faced him, staring into his brown eyes. There was something there, his eyes trying to tell you something, however you are not sure what.

You could feel your cheeks flush, as blood rushed to the area, as he matched your gaze. You placed your hand on your heart, feeling it rapidly thump underneath your palm.

Without a moments hesitation, you placed your hand on Hyunjin’s chest directly over is heart. Hyunjin stared at you in shock, but sat still, his eyes on yours as you both sat there in silence. You felt his heart beat, the rhythm matching yours in speed.

He must be feeling the same way you are right now…happy. You smiled at the thought, the joy reaching your eyes.

Hyunjin was taken aback at your actions, watching as you smiled. He would give anything to know what was going through your head. Instead of break the silence however, he sat there and let you feel his heart that was beating wildly, your touch affecting him more than he wanted to let on.

A few moments passed and you quickly dropped your hand, your eyes cast downwards so as not to meet Hyunjin’s eyes. You’re not sure why you did what you did, but you would do it again, that much you know.

You liked how warm his skin felt against yours, the reminder that the same blood that flowed through you also flowed through him as well; that his heart beats just like yours, matching your pace. The thought was nice, giving you reassurance that maybe humans weren’t so far different from you after all.

Hyunjin took a few breaths, willing his heart to slow down after what just occurred. You truly were different, a fact in which he liked very much. He remembered the object stored away in his pocket, something he grabbed last minute before he headed to your room.

He really was playing with fire if he went through with what he wanted to do, but he considered you worth it. He wanted your relationship to continue to flourish, for reasons he was not sure about it, the thought of wanting to help you integrate into society and his own personal feelings mixing in a dangerous way.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace and turned to face you a little better.

You noticed Hyunjin fidgeting in his pocket, pulling out something a moment later. Looking down at his hand, you saw a necklace laying delicately in his palm. You thought it beautiful, like your lavender fields, the stars and moon that were attached to the chain shining from the light.

“I got this for you y/n, it reminded me of you.” Hyunjin said smiling.

You were speechless, unsure of what to say. You racked your brain for the appropriate response, trying to remember what the people said in the video when they received the boxes filled with goods. A moment later, you remembered the phrase.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling back at him.

“Can I put it on you?”

You nodded and watched as Hyunjin stood up and walked behind you. You felt his fingers brush your hair to the side, exposing your neck, goosebumps popping up at the sudden exposure to the cold.

Hyunjin placed the necklace gently around your neck before fastening the clasp. Once he was done, he walked back to where he was sitting, his eyes finding the necklace perched on your chest.

He thought it beautiful, definitely suiting you as you were as unique as the moon and stars that littered the sky at night.

“It looks beautiful on you,” he said softly. “You’ll need to store it away before leaving your room so the orderlies and higher ups will not see it. Okay?”

You nodded your head, your fingers reaching up to touch the pendant. You’ve never been gifted anything before. You felt happy and would take care of the necklace as you do all of your possessions.

After another moment of silence, Hyunjin stood up. “Well, I should be going, I need to finish up some work before calling it a night. I’ll see you at your next session.”

You watched as he looked at your mural again before walking to the door, exiting your room as quietly as he came. What a strange encounter you couldn’t help but think. You wondered if your peers have experienced happiness as you have. Maybe you would ask them if you ever got the chance, which was highly unlikely.

You stood up and went back to painting, your other hand reaching up to touch the moon and star pendant occasionally. You found yourself smiling as you continued to mix the swirls of color, painting with renewed fervor. — — Hyunjin was almost late to his debrief. He was jogging through the halls, your file in hand. He arrived only a few minutes late, but by the looks on the faces of the chief and other technicians, even those few minutes were unacceptable.

“Come in Hyunjin, let’s get started. What data have you gathered on y/n? Your first session was today correct? And you spent some time with them yesterday as well?” The chief said as Hyunjin sat down and opened his file.

“Yes, I did meet with them yesterday and today. There is much to learn from y/n, I haven’t made any strides yet, but I believe I will soon.”

Hyunjin was lying. He’s never lied to the chief before, but he felt he had to in order to protect you. He knew what would happen if he reported what he discovered, that you were capable of expressing and experiencing emotions just like humans.

He wanted more time with you, to get to know you, and help you learn without interference. Hyunjin kept a straight face as he reported, his eyes meeting the chiefs. There was a moment as the chief stared him down, trying to find any cracks in his words.

After a while, the chief nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Hyunjin didn’t dare let out the breath he was holding, opting to breathe shallow breaths as he waited for the chief’s response.

Time went past, the silence was deafening. Something was wrong Hyunjin thought. Why hasn’t the chief said anything. Hyunjin tried not to fidget in his chair. He tried to keep eye contact with those around him. He tried not to think of his notes that he kept hidden in the drawer of his desk, stored safely behind a false backing.

He could hear a clock somewhere in the room, the rhythmic tic tock slowly getting to him. Hyunjin was about to say something, to see if anything was wrong, when the door opened, a man stepping into the silent room.

Hyunjin couldn’t believe his eyes, as Raoul walked to an empty seat and sat down, a smirk on his face as he looked at Hyunjin.

“Excellent, now that we’re all here, let’s continue,” the chief said.

What is going on? Why is Raoul here? Something is definitely not right.

Hyunjin was sweating, his shirt sticking to his body as he tried to maintain a steady breath.

“Now, why don’t you give us the real report Hyunjin and don’t you lie again. I know everything that has gone down with your little 'sessions',” Raoul sneered.

Shit. This isn’t good. Hyunjin scrambled to make an excuse, his mind set on protecting you and your future. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and looked at everyone gathered around the table.

‘Here goes nothing. Im sorry y/n, I will protect you at all costs.’ He thought as he began to rectify his previous statement, his heart heavy.

“Here is everything I’ve learned so far about y/n.”

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[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Their Girl, Part 3

TW: None as far as I know!

Translations: malysh - baby

Word count: 1.3K

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi @kawaiipeacemusic < thank you to all of you for listening to my rambles and your input as well!!!

Pt. 1. Pt. 2. Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt.7 Pt.8

Warning: As a reminder this is a SFW blog and this is a completely SFW series!! If you are NSFW or have MDNI in your bio then let me know if you have an agere side blog. If not please do not interact with my blog or this series!!!

By the time you wake up, the sun is streaming into the  guest room through the massive window in front of the desk a few feet away from the bed. You groggily sit up and go to grab your phone but remember it’s charging in the kitchen. But you do see a pair of folded jeans and a red long sleeved turtleneck. You head into the restroom and your eyes widen. When Wanda meant fully stocked you didn’t expect all of the skin care and period supplies and two times more stuff than you could fit into your old apartment restroom. You use the restroom & brush your teeth and face before rummaging through and finding a red hairbrush and you quickly brush your hair but you smell delicious breakfast wafting through the house. You quickly change into the turtleneck and jeans they’re a bit loose but they're comfy.

You find your way to the kitchen and see a spread of at least half a dozen breakfast foods. Your eyes widen as you see the pancakes, sliced fruit, eggs, bacon, sausage, and others. Wanda is standing at the stove in linen pajamas and Natasha is sitting on the counter mixing veggies as she pops a few strawberries into her mouth. “Stop eating the food” Wanda scolded gently hitting Natasha on the head with the wooden spoon. Natasha looks up and sees you “morning y/n” she says batting the wooden spoon away as she slides off the counter. “Do you guys…need help?” You question not wanting to be useless “nope!” Wanda says and you have a feeling you shouldn’t protest. You grab your phone off the charger and see a missed call from the landlord guy. 

You begin to listen and he just starts rambling about how sorry he is that this fell through and how he’ll try and find something for you but there’s nothing else in your budget plan without having to drive an hour to campus. Your face falls and you shove your phone into your jean pocket. Wanda finished setting the table and looked up “oh what’s wrong sweetie?” She murmured crossing the distance to you in a stride or two. “Just my landlord confirming there’s nowhere for me to stay” you grumble feeling bad for complaining. “Did you consider our offer?” Natasha asked and you shook your head. “I fell asleep immediately” you admit and Natasha chuckles.

“Why don’t we set up what it would be like for you over breakfast?” Wanda says smoothly guiding you to the table. You sit down in the same seat as last night and put the mini omelet, 2 mini pancakes, then one egg and one piece of bacon. “Fruit malysh’ Natasha says with a smile as she watches you plate but you assume she’s talking to Wanda. You go to eat but Wanda puts a gentle  hand on your wrist “did you hear her y/n?” You freeze “I thought she was talking to you” you admit. “No, now let’s get something healthy on there” Natasha says and shovels some fruit into a small bowl passing it to you. 

You nod and begin to eat as Wanda and Natasha both get their own food. “Now sweetie.” Wanda says and you look up with cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk. She shakes her head fondly while you could’ve sworn you hear Natasha utter ‘cutie’ under her breath. “If you do choose to stay with us for however long you wish we would your focus to be on your studies. That means you would be asked to do one to two household chores per day and then help with a meal every other day. That can mean grocery shopping with us, chopping ingredients, or cooking. However because your focus would be on your studies if we find out you’re frequently getting drunk or partying then we would have a talk. Are you understanding so far?” You nod so far this is sounding much better than anything you would’ve considered. 

You eat the fruit as Natasha takes over the discussion. “However we would ask you to clean up after yourself and tell us if you’re going to be out later than 10 and if you’re not going to be here for a meal. And if you want to have guests over please ask in advance and tell us what rooms you would primarily want to be in. The guest room you stayed in last night and that bathroom would become your responsibility and Wanda and I will value your privacy. So far I think that’s everything you would need to know. How does that sound y/n?” She asks and you stare “you realize you’re getting like nothing out of this right? I don’t have money to pay you guys and if I’m only doing a few chores and stuff…” I trail off hating that I would basically be useless.

“You’ll have a source of income. I’ll tell you what every time you help me with grading or organizing or something relating to my job I’ll pay you how I see fit. And Natasha will do the same anytime you do any work for you. Fair?” Wanda bargains and you huff “still not fair to you two!” You know you’re whining similar to a child but you don’t want to  be useless in this house. “Sweetie don’t argue. You won’t be forced to get a job and Natasha and I will be willing to give you money as long as you pull your weight, understand?” Wanda said her green eyes locked onto yours. You nod reluctantly “yes ma’am” you reply softly.

“Finish your food malysh” Natasha instructed and you quickly finish eating. “Let's jumpstart your car, get it down here and Wanda and I can help you set up your room. Is that okay?” You nod and Natasha and Wanda drive you to your car and you watch as Natasha jumpstarts it and you go drive back parking in the driveway. You grab your stuffed backpack cringing at how dirty your car is and quickly grab the two boxes you had stacked one on top of the other and go to walk in. Natasha quickly grabbed your arm and rolled her eyes grabbing one box while Wanda opened the door. 

“Let’s go set this down and you can unpack everything” Wanda said and you set down your box which is full of your clothes. You unpack the slightly threadbare hand me downs except for the carefully folded pair of pajamas with hearts on them. Meanwhile Wanda folds the rest of the clothes and tsks softly “We need to get you new clothes sweetie” your cheeks go hot but you nod “yeah I know” you mumble. Natasha gently rubbed your back and leaned in “sooo shopping today?” She asked with a bright smile. “I don’t have any money” you reiterated and Natasha laughed “we’ll pay love” she reassures.

You sigh but don’t protest as you unpack your college books carefully placing them on the desk. “Fine. But I will pay you back I promise” Wanda and Natasha trade a glance but don’t comment. “We can get decorations and stuff for your room as well while we’re out okay?” Wanda suggests and you smile “that sounds really nice!” Natasha grins “Wanda and I will go get ready and we’ll meet you in the living room okay y/n?” You nod and they leave and you quickly put up your clothes before grabbing your phone and walking to the living room. There was something about both of them that just…made you feel safe and almost fuzzy.

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⋆｡°✩ nxx-ray; artem, marius, vyn, luke (tot)

⋆ summary: what've they got going on down there? ⋆ xtra: afab mc, nsfw under the cut! first upload, so excited. reqs open in ask box; fandoms are in bio ⋆ wc: 1.7k (includes drabble under artem's hc)

i. artem wing

tbh i think he'd be pretty insecure because mc his canonically his first true experience with romance, concerned about his size even though he knows it's irrational; from hearing what marius gossips about artem probably thinks he's below average. he'll learn through your reassurance that this is not the case. he's literally the goldilocks zone. he's not insanely big, but still above average. i'd say about 5.6 inches and tilts slightly upward (6.0 measuring with the curve), ranges from about 5 to 5.5 inch girth (2.5 inch diameter). tip has a complete ridge, his skin is of a slightly darker shade than the rest of his body. he's pretty too, smooth moisturized skin with a thick vein on the bottom. really really sensitive head and balls- won't admit it but he loves it when you smooth your palm on them. it's reactive, too- his cock jumps and twitches at the slightest bit of arousal. as for hygeine: kempt, but not obsessively so. i don't think he'd have that much body hair, but he likes to keep a bit of a happy trail and a small tuft of hair at the base of his cock.

"artem... what's got you so serious?" you ask quietly, paying attention to the way that his sighs have stopped. his lips have pulled themselves in a tight line, brows furrowed as he nearly scowls off into the distance. at your words he clears his throat, rubbing the small of your back with his thumbs and shaking his head slightly. he seems to have lost his enthusiasm now that you guided him out of the pitch darkness of his study and into the lamplight of his room, awkwardly sliding under the covers. his response comes slowly as he thinks.

"it's fine, just nervous." he says curtly, reaching for the lamp to turn it off. you swat his hand away, grabbing it and making a move with your free hand to cup the bulge in his black briefs. he shudders when he feels your breath on his neck, free hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as you whisper. "you're absolutely sure? nothing to do with the fact that i can see you now?"

he gulps at this, turning his head away and nodding once. "i... it's just different than your hand in the car, or under the desk in my study. in the regard that i can see that you see me, i mean." there's a shaky undertone to his voice, and the end of his sentence lilts as if there were a question on his tongue. "i'm not sure who you've had before, but i might not be able to compare in some respects."

it's confusing at first- he's big, why would he be thinking this sort of thing? you've held him in both your mouth and hand before, felt the weight of him and the way he can reach the back of your throat. he's not joking by the looks of it, a blush high on his cheeks with his admittance. "can you let me disprove that, baby?" you ask, and he's already reaching for lube from the bedside table. he hesitates for a condom, but remembers you're both clean. artem warms the lube on his hand before rubbing it along your entrance, seething to himself when you pull his cock free from his boxers.

you're already prepped from when he had you on his thigh in the study, but looking at him in the light, you would need to be stretched a bit. he's shaking now as you assess him, mouth pulled taught at the corners and gaze wavering. artem eases a bit when you guide his middle and ring finger to push into you, though he seems puzzled. you sigh when he curls his hand, leaning into his neck to answer his confused gaze. "you're not gonna fit unless we do this."

bit by bit, he's relaxing, and you tap his wrist for him to pull his fingers out of you. he blushes when he brings them up to his mouth, cautiously tasting you and looking towards your eyes for approval. you meet him with a kiss, giving him a few quick pumps before easing his head in. he moans into your mouth at this, eyelashes fluttering as his hands come to rest against your hips.

the more you take him, the more noises spill from him. its intoxicating, breaking him bit by bit as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your sides and trace circles against your spine. you grab his chin, directing his face to look down where you two join. you're nearly seated fully against him, with still half an inch to take. his hips go slightly rigid when you whimper, and then it clicks in his brain that you need help with the rest. any doubt he had quickly falls away when you whine against his cheek, grasping at the sheets under him as he slowly shifts his hips up.

artem can't help but to cry out pathetically when he's fully inside, sheathed snugly just in front of your cervix. the noise spills from his plush lips, breaking at the end when you squeeze slightly. "feel how tight that is baby? you're a perfect fit..." you coo to him, interlacing one of your hands with his and brushing the hair out of his face as you sit up. he shifts with you, sliding against the headboard so he could still press your chest to his while you rode him.

"not gonna... last." he bites out the moment you start to move, enveloping your mouth in a heated kiss. it's unlike the chaste ones you usually receive, this time fueled by some deep desire artem had never previously expressed. he meets your hips with a thrust, causing you to choke on your air and whine into his skin. he's stuttering now, unable to make any coherent phrases other than please and oh my god. it's cute in a way, until he's got you right there with him and you're unable to control the way your head buzzes and your eyelids twitch when he's stimulating you so desperately.

"artem-!" it comes out in a shriek, and in your last moments of coherence you shove your tongue into his mouth and bear down with a tight squeeze around his cock. he groans as his hips stall and buck up one final time, trying to thrust through his orgasm with weak sighs and whimpers. it's not long before he's detaching from you, checking your body for bruises and whining when he has to pull you off of him. it seems he had a lot to give; his cum drips down the inside of your thigh and he grimaces at the sight, feeling guilty for the mess.

you heave, rubbing your head as you come down from the high he gave you so easily. "i've never... you know, that fast." you mumble, and he's already scooping you up to carry you to the bathroom with a worried expression. He looks down when you cup his cheek in your hand, lips parted slightly. "seriously, you're just right, that was the best i've ever had."

it's nearly uncomfortable to say, but worth it when his face turns beet red and he sputters for what to say, sitting you down on the counter and wrapping his arms around you as he breathes a wish to you, one that you're more than happy to grant. "please tell me you'll be the only i ever have."

ii. marius von hagen

knows he's got a good dick. constantly showing you his hands and making it a point that his ring finger is longer than his pointer finger; weird mentality about it, the aforementioned reason artem thinks anything below 6.5 inches is below average- marius seems to think so. almost too big, so much so that it's unrealistic. he's 7.5 inches long and doesn't curve, and a solid 6 inch girth (3 inch diameter). his tip has more of a shallow ridge, and his skin is a few shades darker than the rest of his body. not particularly sensitive unless you press down on his frenulum or very lightly drag your nail where his cock meets his v-line. he's not very veiny, has two prominent ones that branch off. i think marius would also be fairly hygienic, but he has more body hair than artem. he keeps a happy trail as well, and grooms but doesn't really shave that much except to maintain a uniform shape/direction of the hair. he knows it can be a turn off for some people, so just ask and he'll wax everything off.

iii. vyn richter

he's not too privy to what marius loves to spout about himself. doesn't really care for comparison that much; why should he when you're the only one who will see? he can comfortably make you feel good- he doesn't have to split you open to do it. if anything, he's elegant. definitely the most aesthetically pleasing out of all the boys lol. I'd say about 5.4 inches, with a 4.5 inch girth (2.2 inch diameter). extremely veiny, also the most sensitive because of it. they're not very pronounced, just slightly raised off the skin. as for the color, it's the same as his body, with a dusty pink tip; full ridge. i also think he's uncut. also very hygienic. always smells of balm and herbal oil, and routinely shaves clean. he's not too fond of any body hair really, and likely won't grow it out if you ask him. he doesn't care if you have any, though.

iv. luke pearce

another one that doesn't care too much about marius' words, mainly because he thinks that he's joking. slightly below average, but knows how to use it. he's not small by any means, still sizing in at around 4.6 inches. luke has above average girth, though, peaking just below his tip at 5.4 inches. he's curved to the left a little bit, but not enough to notice. a few small veins, but he doesn't have much reaction to you touching them- he's most sensitive when you're giving attention to his slit; just a few seconds is enough to make him practically scream. slightly darker than his body, with a pink tip. hygienic... ish. don't get me wrong, he'll never smell bad or be unclean. he just doesn't pay that much attention to his hair, it's more fun if he gets to watch you do his grooming for him.

[donatellarose]

— unplanned sleepover

Leon Kennedy x f!reader

rated e - 828 words

tags: fluff, comfort, you were both in Raccoon City and it gave you trauma, thunderstorms, panic attacks, hair play, both DSO agents, established relationship, let me know if I missed any

prompt: doing each other's hair from angellilacs

dividers: saradika graphics

notes: Though I adore all versions of Leon and his ever changing hair and eye colors, Death Island Leon is my Leon of choice to swoon over.

A thunderstorm leaves you stranded at the DSO with Leon, resulting in an unexpected sleepover.

You and your boyfriend shared many things in common. You were both agents within the Division of Security Operations and had seen firsthand what bio-terrorism could inflict on an innocent town. While Leon's experience in Raccoon City on his first day as a rookie cop was nightmarish in it's own right, you have been a civilian in that same town fortunate enough to get to safely before the virus spread rapidly. This experience left you both with scars, physical and mental.

Shortly after you had arrived at the DSO, you met Leon. Your desk was close to his, and both of you constantly found yourselves working late in order to research cases and complete reports. As if you were both driven to prevent bioweapons from having the same disastrous impact ever again. What was once a strong friendship blossomed into something more.

It was a normal Tuesday. Both you and Leon had grabbed a quick dinner at the cafeteria. A slice of cheese pizza and a rather pathetic looking salad for yourself, while Leon opted for spaghetti and breadsticks. It was only after you had both settled back at your respective desks that thunder shook the entire building. You flinched in surprise, glancing over at Leon to see his blue eyes go wide as well.

You drew a sharp inhale, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest and your heart began to race. Maybe it was the flash of lightning but it seemed like the room was shifting before your eyes. Your hands trembled as your nails dug into your wooden desk.

Leon's concerned form was suddenly by your side, his warm hand lightly cupping your cheek as he took in your pale face.

"Sweetheart? Will you come with me?

You manage a nod, taking his hand as he leads you out of the office into a stairwell. Traveling down two flights of stairs, Leon guides you into the isolated training room with a firm but gentle hand on your lower back.

You ease yourself shakily on the training mat typically used for sparring before finally mumbling a semi coherent sentence.

"I think I'm gonna pass out."

"I know. You're okay. I'm here. Nothing can hurt you. I promise."

His hands gently guide your trembling fingers to his chest, an attempt to ground you from your panicked thoughts. You manage a deep inhale, the rush of cool air bringing a brief sense of clarity. Something Leon once told you he did when something set him on edge.

Find five things you can see. You gaze seeks out Leon's soft eyes, his navy blue dress shirt, the black sparring mat on the floor, nearby silver folding chairs and numerous blankets.

Next, find four things you can touch. Your roaming fingers card through Leon's soft hair, then trail down his polyester shirt before lacing through his fingers.

"My heart, that's three things you can touch. Give me one more?

You laugh at his prompting, moving your combined hands down to touch the cool foam mat.

"I'm good. Mostly. Thank you."

You wrap your arms around Leon, resting your chin on his shoulder as you breath him in. He smells faintly of fresh snow and cranberries, of home. He drops a kiss onto the crown of your head before pulling back slightly to study you.

"I have a plan. Will you be okay for a moment?"

"A plan? Leon, you don't plan. You launch yourself chaotically at a situation and hope it doesn't blow up in your face."

Leon chuckles at your teasing before rising. He moves around the room, gathering chairs and blankets. He arranges them around you in a makeshift fort before climbing next to you and drawing you into his arms.

Within the blanket castle the sound of the storm is muffled. You rest your head lightly on Leon's chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring. Surpringsly, you both manage to dose off within the safety of each other's arms.

The next morning, both phone alarms sound like blaring bullhorns. You fumble for the phones blindly while Leon sleepily buries his head in your shoulder. Finally silencing the noise pollution, you run a hand through his messy hair.

"An unplanned sleepover in the training room. We've slept worse places."

Your voice is thick with sleep as you gently smooth down Leon's tousled locks. In turn, his own fingers detangle your own messy hair, the once neat updo long ruined by a long night. He pulls out the bobby pins and hair tie almost reverently, pressing a kiss to the your temple before he braids your hair in a simple three strand braid. Something he'd picked up after months of watching you do it in the bathroom while getting ready for work. You gaze up at him.

"There. Perfect."

You lean back, smoothing out a few wrinkles in his shirt before you ease down the walls of the blanket fort. Leon stands, offering you his hand.

"Yes, you are."

[acealonsowrites]

Subaru Mini Fic

My first official post on Tumblr AHH! So, true to my bio, I am a writer but I've never written fan fiction so please bear with me. I've been playing Tokyo Debunker for about a month or so now and I've had some headcanons and fic ideas just itching at my brain that I can no longer suppress. So I'll stop my yapping and let y'all get on to the story.

Pairing: MC/Reader x Subaru Kagami

Tags: SFW. Slight-ish(?) angst, misunderstanding, Subaru's all-around oblivious. Sorta mean Frostheim gen students. Ends in fluff.

Summary: When Subaru receives a confession letter asking him to meet up in person, all signs point to it being from you. Unsure of his feelings, Haku and Zenji encourage him to go for it, but will you be the one to show up at the Ethereal Spring?

It was another misty day in Hotarubi when you set foot into the all-too-familiar Japanese garden. The rain lightly dusted your face as you made your way to the front steps. You hadn't actually expected to visit Hotarubi today so your umbrella was still tucked away into some forgotten corner of your closet. Upon entering, you were met with a few lingering general students. They took the time to bow and greet you properly before going about their day, most likely on their way to their afternoon classes. You finally caught sight of the vice-captain, Haku, standing in the corridor right in front of what you had come to know as the reception room. His slitted eyes met yours, clearly as surprised to see you as you were to be there. He waved you over, opening the door to the reception room and waiting for you to walk in.

"Ah, MC. I didn't know you were coming over today. Is it another mission or did you just miss me?" He wordlessly handed you a towel, ushering you to sit down and dry yourself. His hands worked fast to prepare tea and sweets for the both of you. You ruffled through your bag, so focused on finding that envelope you missed Haku's question. "So, what brings you to Hotarubi, MC," he tried once more for your attention.

"Oh, sorry," you apologized as you finally felt your hands graze a papery texture far thicker than the other slips of discarded mission assignments and study guides that were scattered along your bag. "Mail delivery!"

Haku stared at the letter in your hands as he set two plates in front of you, one holding your tea and the other Haku's sweet pick of the day which happened to resemble the mochi he had served you on your first day at Hotarubi. "Seriously? They're really making you work hard, huh? I didn't realize that was part of your job as inspector."

"Neither did I," you said as an aside, "but this wasn't a Darkwick assignment. More like a general student pulled me aside to do this for her. I don't remember for sure but I think she was from Frostheim...," you trailed off as you took a bite of the mochi, a slight hint of caramel entering your mouth. "This is delicious, Haku, thank you! Anyways, where's Zenji and Subaru? I was sure my entrance would be accompanied by the sound of a biwa."

Haku leaned his chin on his hand, his elbow propped on the table in front of his own teacup. "Subaru should be somewhere around here, probably in his room, but I've already sent him a message on WickChat to let him know you're here. I'm sure he's rushing to come greet you as we speak. As for Zenji, I haven't seen him in about an hour but I remember him saying something about going to the lake for some inspiration. So, who's the letter for?" He pointed at the blank envelope, now resting near your hand. You paused, wracking your brain for a second.

"Oh! I was in such a rush to get here I forgot to address it. But, if I remember correctly, it's for Subaru."

Just then, Subaru opened the door to the reception room. Unlike your first time in Hotarubi, the captain was wearing his Darkwick uniform. You were pretty sure he must have had morning classes. "Oh good, MC, you're still here. I was afraid I'd miss you." You exchanged bows as he sat across from you next to Haku. After watching him politely accept Haku's offer for tea, you perked up and handed him the letter.

"Here you go, Subaru. This letter's for you."

"Thank you, MC. May I ask who it's from?"

At this, you froze. Your hands idly cradled your teacup before bringing it to your lips. "This is a bit embarrassing but I didn't actually get her name. In my defense, it didn't really seem like she wanted to tell me, but still, I have no excuse, I'm sorry." You bowed your head, feeling a small blush spreading through your cheeks. "I can at least tell you that it was a general student from Frostheim, though."

"Please, don't apologize. I'm sure I can figure out who it's from. Thank you for bringing it to me, MC." The actor's eyes flitted across your face, hesitating before his next words. "I really admire how hard you're working. Not just for Darkwick or us ghouls, but the general students too. I just hope you're taking care of yourself. You really shouldn't be coming to Hotarubi without an umbrella." He pointed to the towel around your neck. Your hair was still noticeably damp from the rain.

You smiled and stood up just as Haku returned with Subaru's tea. Haku gently took the towel from around your neck and started stroking your hair with it, his thumbs lightly massaging your temple. "There, see? She'll be fine." He smiled at his captain, who returned it with a shy gaze of his own, before turning to you. "But he is kinda right, you know? You've got to put yourself first sometimes."

"I know, Haku, thank you." You waited for him to finish rustling your hair until he took back the towel, resting it on his forearm. "I should really get going, though. Please tell Zenji I say hi." With that, you gathered your stuff and moved to leave.

"Wait, please, MC!" You looked back at Subaru as he was rushing to stand up. "Please take my umbrella."

"I appreciate the offer, Subaru, but then I'd have to bring two on my next visit." You rubbed your neck sheepishly, a small grin on your face as you assessed his worry.

"Then you can keep it! Really, I have too many. And I don't want you getting sick with the rain. Please." His velvety eyes stared into yours, a small plea hidden in them. Something inside you told you he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Very well, then. Thank you, Subaru. But I insist on bringing it back to you." He clearly noted your own stubbornness, humming in a hesitant understanding.

"By the way, I'm having lunch with Lyca tomorrow. Would you like to join us? We're planning to order at Sho's and eat at the terrace so you could meet us at the food truck. Or, sorry, of course you can get whatever you want if you feel like getting something at the campus store or the cafeteria and meet us at the terrace instead. Or would you prefer eating elsewhere?"

You decided to cut his rambling short, knowing that it would probably continue otherwise, and smiled at him. "Subaru, it's okay. I'd love to have lunch with you and Lyca. I'll meet you at Sho's."

The brunette gazed at you with wide eyes before smiling back at you, bowing his head. "Thank you." You weren't sure why he was thanking you. And to be completely honest, you didn't think he knew either. Nevertheless you accepted it with a nod and left.

"Well, that was something," Haku said as Subaru reclaimed his seat next to him. The actor sighed wistfully, taking a sip of his tea.

"I hope they get back okay."

Haku sized him up with a playful smirk. "You want to open that letter now? The suspense is killing me."

Subaru looked down to where the envelope sat at the table, taking it into his gloved hands. He carefully slid his thumb under the envelopes seal, opening it without a tear. He looked back up at his vice-captain through his lashes. "Are you just going to watch me read it?"

"Yep, pretty much."

With that, Subaru took the letter out, his eyes scanning the sheet and his cheeks burning more and more with every word he read. Haku assessed Subaru's reaction, the actor shrinking back ever-so-slightly with evident shyness. By the time he was done reading, Subaru was completely avoiding Haku's gaze, his hand coming up to cover his face.

"Oh? Now this is getting interesting. What was in that letter, Subaru?"

"Oh, heavens!" A voice came booming from behind Subaru. "Well, I do say love is in the air! Two hearts blossoming on the branch of destiny!"

Subaru looked over his shoulder just as Zenji had finished reading the letter. The taller man bolstered, prancing about with his hands to his chest.

"Ah, there you are Zenji," Haku said.

"My heart swells with the deepest joy for you, my friend. Now tell me, who is this person whom you've thoroughly ensnared with your charm."

"Well unless it says it in the actual letter, MC said they didn't get the girl's name." Haku took a sip of his tea, enjoying the scene before him as Zenji's eccentricity was beginning to overwhelm an embarrassed Subaru.

"Our dear honor student was here and nobody cared to tell me?! Oh-" Zenji paused in thought, uncharacteristically silent as the other two watched him intently. Suddenly, he raised his hands in the air, his tone impossibly more flowery than before. "I get it now! What better stroke of inspiration than two of your dearest friends falling in love! Subaru, you have my full support in this new courtship with our lovely MC!"

Subaru's cheeks, tinted a graceful pink, began to burn hotter at Zenji's implication. "Excuse me, Zenji, but what do you mean? MC just came to deliver it."

Haku let out a pensive hum. "You know, I didn't even think about that but..."

"Haku, you don't really think that this is from MC, do you?" The actor now cupped his face with both hands, this new possibility running through his mind.

"Would you mind if I read the letter?" With that, Subaru handed the paper over to his vice-captain. Haku skimmed it before looking back at the brunette assuredly. "Just as I thought, no name on the actual note." Subaru nodded as Haku stroked his chin in thought, his eyebrows scrunching above his slitted eyes. "And they want you to meet them tomorrow at the Ethereal Spring for a proper confession..."

"So, do you think it could be MC?" Subaru questioned.

"It's very likely. They could have made up a cover-up story about a general student. Maybe they were too shy to claim ownership over it in front of me. They clearly want to meet you alone tomorrow." Haku watched Subaru avert his eyes once more, a frown shining through a crack between his hands. "How would you feel if it was MC? Or I guess a better question would be: how do you feel about MC?"

The actor's eyes drooped, closing for a second before responding, "I...I don't know."

"Oh poor thing, they'll be heartbroken if you reject them. But I suppose it cannot be helped if you do not feel the same," Zenji spoke up once more.

"Reject?" Subaru looked to Zenji quizzically. That thought hadn't really reached the actor's mind yet as a possibility. Rejecting MC felt almost unthinkable. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Well," Haku started, "Zenji's right. If you don't feel the same about MC, you're gonna have to reject them. And I know you can be shy but don't even think about not showing up. I won't let you. Whatever you decide I'll support, but come what may, you'll be going to the Ethereal Spring tomorrow."

Uhhh...yeah that's a fic, I think? One that's definitely NOT proofread, at least. Decided to stop here but I already have what would be a part two in my head so let me know if a part two is wanted? Maybe? Okay bye, love you!

[substellaris]

i read your bio that says just trying to learn how to draw and was like dude same and then i scrolled and saw your drawings and was like oh shit!! not same!! your art is phenomenal! i’m newer to digital art— i’m good at adding color/shade/dimension once i have my initial starting sketch but the starting sketch is the hardest part for me! how do you start out when drawing people? do you use specific shapes to help map it out? how do you do proportions 😭

Well, actually it's a lot to explain. I'm new to digital art too—I only started doing it in the middle of last year, so I totally understand! But I'll explain how I do it: first, before starting any drawing, I do gesture drawing to warm up (websites like Quickposes and Line of Action really help). I recommend studying artists like Vipplu and watching videos that explain what gesture drawing is, but in short, it's what helps capture movement. I still struggle with that.

For proportions, it's a bit tricky because all humans have different proportions! But the standard is 7/8 heads, and if you're just starting out, it's best to stick to that standard. Usually, the more human bodies you draw, the better you'll get at proportions. It becomes intuitive.

After that, I start structuring the body with geometric shapes. Right now I'm reading this book and copying every drawing from it; it helps me understand how to structure the body into simplified forms, as well as start visualizing the human body in 3D. I think this is the most important step before diving deep into anatomy studies.

But this is what I usually do.

You also have to practice perspective a lot and draw from real life. I feel lost most of the time too, so I recommend following the Radiorruners curriculum for the solo artist, but modifying it however suits you best—at least that's what I do. I'm not an art student and I don't have a teacher guiding me, just me, so I don't know how well I'm doing it! But I hope this helps. Drawing this certainly helped me practice some things that I still need to study 😭😭

[prettybugsinbandages]

im actually so mad why cant I be left alone for a month to just write?

why is this taking so long

chat im sorry

im writing the pick a twst twink ending rn

and each ending is kinda long :/

I'm only on Ruggie rn

and its taking extra long cause I lowkey dont like Savanaclaw

well like I dont like Leona. Ruggie's just a poor lil guy and Jack is cool

but theres so little character info on Jack wtf am I gonna do

im making each ending unique this is gonna take me FOREVERR

i speed thru it faster when I actually understand the character more

but im lowkey bouta crashout

also I'm failing my classes

literally dont know why. I'm making practice tests based off the study guides and notes provided by the teachers and aceing those tests

and I just got a 47 on my bio test??

what the fuck

On the practice tests I made from THE NOTES PROVIDED I got 100 4 times in a row

[glowettee]

HIIII. i literally love your blog to death. it's so cute. and it's so informative.

Do you have any tips for making friends? i struggle soooo much with making friends! thank you mindy!

hi angel! 🌸 thank you for your sweet message about my blog! making friends can be super challenging, especially when you're focused on big dreams like med school and business like me. (trust me, i totally get it). let me share my detailed guide on making meaningful connections !

a guide to making friends (for ambitious sweethearts) ♡

understanding the basics of friendship: friendship is like a dance between two souls. it requires patience, understanding, and genuine interest in others. as someone who loves psychology, i've noticed that the strongest friendships are built on:

mutual understanding

shared values

consistent communication

emotional safety

reciprocal support

where to find friends (places i've had success):

academic settings

honors/ap classes (found my study buddy in ap bio!)

study groups (perfect for combining socializing and academics)

library study sessions

academic clubs (pre-med society changed my life)

business club meetings

extracurricular activities

volunteer work at local hospitals, clinics, animal shelters

business competitions

leadership workshops

student government

entrepreneurship clubs

psychology-backed friendship tips: (combining my psych knowledge with real experience)

first impressions

maintain soft eye contact

practice open body language

speak clearly but softly

show genuine interest

remember names (psychology trick: repeat it 3 times mentally)

conversation skills

ask open-ended questions

practice active listening

share relevant personal experiences

validate others' feelings

use "yes, and" technique to build on topics

maintaining friendships

schedule regular study dates (if you're a student)

create shared goals

celebrate each other's achievements

offer emotional support

respect boundaries

balancing friendships with ambition: as someone pursuing both medicine and business, i understand time management is crucial. here's how i maintain friendships while staying focused:

study together

share academic resources

create accountability partnerships

schedule friendship time like meetings

combine social time with productive activities

common friendship challenges and solutions:

feeling too busy solution: integrate friends into your routine (study sessions, lunch breaks)

social anxiety solution: start with one-on-one interactions in comfortable settings

fear of rejection solution: remember that everyone feels this way sometimes

maintaining boundaries solution: be clear about your time constraints and priorities

different interests solution: find common ground in shared goals and ambitions

red flags to watch for: (important)

friends who don't respect your academic goals, career goals, life goals etc..

people who make you feel bad about your ambitions

toxic competition

inconsistent support

emotional drainage

green flags to look for: (important)

mutual encouragement

respect for boundaries

genuine interest in your success

emotional availability

consistent communication

note:

quality over quantity always

true friends support your dreams

it's okay to be selective

friendship takes time to develop

your academic goals matter too

personal note: i've found my closest friends through shared interests in medicine and business. we study together, support each other's goals, and understand when we need to focus on academics. these friendships are extra special because they align with our future paths.

i'm naturally an introvert and i tend to isolate myself a lot, but the friends i have are super understanding and support me, and i couldn't ask for better friends <3

sending you the sweetest vibes and hoping you find your perfect friend group! remember, the right friends will celebrate your ambitions, not dim your shine. ✨

love always, mindy

p.s. feel free to message me anytime for more specific advice! we're all in this together. 🤍