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As the day wore on things continued to fail you. Your door seemed to be in a constant state of motion, people coming and going constantly. By lunch time you couldn’t help but be emotionally and mentally exhausted from the day, so many students had been sent to you the most ridiculous things. It still blows your mind that a student, just a year shy from graduating, decided it would be a brilliant idea to throw a chair in bounty class. Affectingly smashing a greenhouse window and causing unnecessary chaos. Releasing a small sigh was all you could do before flying into action. Only it didn’t end there, when you weren’t teaching you were helping other classes with behaviour management. You hardly had time to teach let alone just stop and take a breather.

Teaching is hard, you knew that. Teaching outcasts? Even harder. You love the students of Nevermore but sometimes you just wish it would all slow down. The chaos, time and workload was often overwhelming you, leaving you wanting to rip strands of hair from your head. Yet all it takes is one break through, one student you’ve helped make a difference to that reminds you why you do what you do. Why you sacrifice so much of yourself, every day.

What seemed like an eternity later, you finally managed to drag yourself to your wife’s office. Every step was slow and calculated like a person who was carefully gluing themselves together piece by piece. Your bag full of papers to be marked hung over your shoulder as if it weighed a ton. Entering Larissa’s office you instantly felt the pull to the fireplace, the way it casted such a beautiful glow around the room, reflecting off the dark mahogany wooded furniture. Walking silently towards the couch near the fireplace it was if you fell into a trance. The tiny crackles it released as the wood burned steadily, releasing the earthy aroma to be enjoyed as you watched the flames engage in their relentless pursuit of cat and mouse game. Sitting in front of the fireplace allowed the fire to envelop you in its own warm embrace, providing you with a sense of peace warmth and a soothing atmosphere you enjoy for hours to come.

The constant flickering of the flames were enough to keep you interested as you watched them dance. Chasing yet never quite reaching the end goal. In a way you couldn’t help but relate to the flames today. No matter how hard you’d tried to catch up and make the day better for yourself something would weigh you down once more. Never quite reaching the desired end goal. Like a flame there was only so much you could handle before coming burnt out. Truthfully, you have no idea how long you stayed entertained by the fire, stuck in the depths of your own mind but at some point you allowed your gaze to wonder. Larissa’s office is stunning, tall mirrors that span the length of the ceiling, some carefully placed mirrors around the room also. Her desk in the centre of the room while a door joined the office to your shared quarters. Not forgetting her huge beautiful doors that you’d entered however long ago, all neatly furnished with gold fixings. Elegant yet simplistic in the most beautiful way.

Larissa was mid way through another meeting in her day when you entered. At first glance, everything seemed fine. It wasn’t until she payed closer attention to you as the alumni meeting droned on. The way you hung your head towards the ground ever so slightly, the fact you seemed almost drawn into yourself. Smaller. A few loose messy strands of your hair so evidently out of place alongside the way you seemed to stare down the fire place as if you desired to see into the depths of its soul. Now Larissa was no mind reader but she knew her wife like the back of her hand. You needed her. But in what capacity? All she could do is feign paying attention to the meeting and observe you closer.

Finally the meeting was over allowing the shifter to snap the laptop shut and stretch out her stiff back muscles with a pleased hum. It took less than a minute to stride over to where you sat. Crouching down effortlessly in front of you and taking a quick glance as your face that was being bathed in a golden hue showed her what she already suspected. Your almost vacant looking irises were the final clue to what you needed from her. It was her smooth hand that cupped your cheek gently that snapped your attention to her. “Hi” you murmured so quietly she almost missed it.

“Hello darling, how’s my girl doing?” She made sure to speak softly, her words being soaked in the love she had for you. The way she noticed your eyes took a watery sheen to them made her heart clench more than the lazy hum she got in response. “I’m here for you sweetheart. You do know that yes?” Larissa tried again only to receive a small nod and sweet light mumble in response. Her soothing movements of gently stroking your cheek never sized even as she gently guided you to face her, “My poor baby, do you need mommy to help you tonight hmm?”

Big doe eyes shining with unshed tears from the tough day met Larissa’s ocean blue irises, her wife’s lower lip trembled ever so slightly that if she as much as blinked she’d miss it. Larissa could almost see the cogs in your brain turning, trying to formulate a reply before you dropped eye contact and settled for a nod accompanied by a whimpered “yes please mommy.” In that moment, Larissa couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love she held for you. The way you almost seemed ashamed by needing her comfort, her love, broke her heart and gave her a vital bit of information. Today was a bad day for your mental health. You’d have all of her no matter what and on the good days you were good at remembering, needing love, comfort and support deserves no shame. You didn’t deserve to battle alone and she would do anything to support you through it.

“Such a sweet girl, mommy is here for you baby” the shifter murmured moving to stand to her full height, left hand extended to you in a silent request. Almost instinctively you took her hand and allowed the older woman to lead you to her desk chair. “Mommy?” Your confused plea caused Larissa to smile soothingly at you. “It’s okay sweet girl, mommy’s gonna sit in her chair, and you can sit on my lap yeah? I know how much my baby loves her snuggles.” As graceful as ever the blonde made quick work of settling both of you into the chair, you straddling her thighs comfortably, facing your wife as she cupped your cheeks. Her thumb trailing over your plump bottom lip, in which you instinctively swiped into your lips with ease and began to suckle lightly. “Pretty girl, anything you need from mommy, you just take it okay?”

“More” you muttered around her thumb, eyes holding a slightly glassy tint to them. It was so quiet Larissa almost missed it but the vibrations against her thumb gave your plea away. The way you were almost pawing at her chest couldn’t have been a clear indication to what you were seeking. “Mommy please” you whined helplessly trying to find the words to articulate your requests but each attempt came out muffled and not making much sense. Your words seemed to blur together only adding to the frustration you could feel bubbling away within you. “Hush darling, mommy knows just what her special girl needs. But you have to stand up for me hmm?”

As if you were a china doll, Larissa gently moved you from her lap to stand by her desk. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth your eyes tracked every movement she made with a curiosity that seemed almost child like. Larissa made quick work of unbuttoning the buttons of her dress to free her breasts that were still cradled in her sapphire lace bra. You were entranced as she skillfully slipped the clasp free and lost the bra, her pert nipples standing to attention due to the change in temperature. A soft whine filled the room before you even realised that it occurred from yourself. Your gaze locked on her chest with a laser focus. So laser focused in fact you missed Larissa skilfully shifted her anatomy with a practiced ease. A simple tap to your hip refocused your fuzzy brain, “come and sit on mommy’s lap baby. Gonna be a good girl for me yes?”

It took a few seconds for the command to settle within you but you soon found yourself taking your rightful place on her lap, hovering over the newly shifted anatomy that was creating a tent in the principals dress. “Mommy” you blinked to gather your thoughts, “want it.” Simply lifting your hips enough to allow Larissa to strip you of your own underwear before helping you settle once again on her lap, this time her cock nudged against your soaked slit. “Are you sure you want this darling?” Her concern was touching and if you were in a clearer mindset you would’ve found it adorable. Yet here and now you just whined at her reaching down between your bodies, joining Larissa’s hand to guide her shaft into you. Larissa sank into you easily, your walls accommodating her sheer size with ease. Contented at finally feeling full, connected and loved you let out a happy little sigh as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Doing so good for mommy sweetheart, just let the stress melt away for me like a good girl" she murmured softly as her hand trailed up your spine. The tension seemed to leave your body almost instantly when your mouth made contact with her by flawless soft skin of her breasts. It was as if the simple contact was enough to soothe the troubles of your day and your mind. This wasn’t a new situation in your relationship at all, Larissa had offered to go through the process of inducing the production of milk for you but for now you were content with just being able to be this close. Perhaps in the future you’d take the step together but for now this was more than enough for you.

It was easy to lose track of time when you spent time with your lover like this. The feeling of being full, your inner walls contracting every so often due to how amazing it feels, your slick arousal almost leaking onto her lap with the amount of time she spent in you. Larissa would busy herself with working on her laptop or on occasions softly reading to you. The days she read to you were your favourite, the softness her words held, the way her breath with hitch with every squeeze of her shaft and the pure love she looked down at you with when you shifter to get better access to her chest.

Larissa couldn’t get over how amazing it felt to be snuggly settled in your warm cunt, it was amazing she lasted a few minutes with how good you always managed to make her feel, “be careful baby, else mommy is gonna cum darling.” The fuzziness had well and truly set in for the night, your body responding but hugging her dick tighter as you continued to suckle her, small whines of protest at the idea of this moment being over. Why? Why does something so good only get to last a few minutes? It’s not fair. Your right hand moved up to grip her other boob, a clear plea to not end the moment. “Fuck baby, mommy can’t hold on much more. My good girl just feels that good” Larissa moaned when you accidentally squeezed her breast as well as a strong suckle to the breast in your mouth. It was that combination that had Larissa spilling into you. The way you expertly milked every last drop of her cum and the sensation of her filling you up sent you tumbling into your own pleasure. Your fuzzy mind went blank, your vision blurred yet your suckling still continued as if it were the only thing tethering you to her.

Even when you felt Larissa soften within your walls your contentment never seemed to fade away. “Baby? Let’s get you to bed sweet girl. Mommy needs to clean you up my love” Larissa’s gentle attempt at persuading you to move seemed to fall on deaf ears as you happily suckled surrounded in the cloud of bliss she’d graciously given you. A tap to your hip gained your fuzzy attention, “come on darling, let’s go get all comfortable and warm in bed, mommy won’t leave your side.” With her promise, lots of whining and whimpering as the process of detaching your body from hers and lots of praise, you were snuggling up in bed with the love of your life, this time suckling on her chest with the intention of soothing yourself to sleep. The connection you shared with Larissa Weems was just the purest form of unity you could have ever wished for.

“She’s new. y/n. So far, everyone’s been saying she’s really hot and I—”

“If the next word that comes out of your mouth is ‘agree’, you can feel free to go sit with the art freaks. She’s mediocre.”

“No, she’s not mediocre.” Gretchen continued, “I stand by that. What? That’s a fact.”

Regina rolled her eyes, slamming her locker shut. “Let’s go.” Regina said flatly. Karen followed immediately, Gretchen took a second, distracted by the new student. You.

You caught her gaze for a second, her eyes went wide and she scampered away on the tail of the tall blonde.

Throughout the day, Regina couldn’t figure out if she was impressed or repulsed by the amount of attention you were getting. She saw nearly everyone that managed to go up to you to ask you out. Why? You had almost every single class of yours with her. Regina liked a challenge, so much so that she was going to go up to you to ask you out herself just so that you would say yes to her first. Possibly.

Whenever you talked to anyone. A student, a teacher…Regina’s ears would perk up. She found herself intrigued— no, in love with the accent you had. But, she was simply in denial. No, Regina George would never admit that to anyone, not even herself.

You, however, couldn’t be more unbothered by the attention. You could usually see through people, if they were genuinely being nice or just faking it so you’d befriend them. That was why you didn’t even entertain Regina’s staring. The girls that hung out with her were nice, though. You had a class together with them and got grouped up with them for a project already.

And then came lunch. It was chaos, all the students chatting, playing instruments, laughing at jokes. Somehow, you were used to it. The noise got all tuned out, and you just focused on eating your lunch alone. Karen and Gretchen invited you to sit with them, but you declined their offer. You didn’t want to be at the same table as Regina. Not when it felt like she’d been glaring at you practically all day. You didn’t want any part of that. After school, you waited outside the gym for Karen and Gretchen. The three of you were going to be starting work on the project this afternoon.

“Oh, hi!” Gretchen walked out from the gym first, Karen was right behind her. “Hi.” Karen greeted with a little laugh at the end. “How was your first day here?” Gretchen asked while you all walked to the parking lot.

“It was pretty good, actually. But Regina is getting annoying because why is she staring all the time like she’s a cat whose tail I stepped on?”

“She’s…like that. Don’t mind her.”

“Clearly.” You scoffed, getting into the backseat while Karen sat in the front with Gretchen.

“She can be nice.” Karen chimed in.

“Sure.” You almost laughed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Anyway, any suggestions on what we could do for the Chemistry project? Lewis said we can basically do anything as long as we can explain it and make sense. It’s like 25% of our grade.”

“We could probably Google for some ideas, choose the one we like the most.” You shrugged.

“True, true. Shouldn’t be too hard to complete, right?”

You spent a good part of the afternoon at Gretchen’s. The project was straightforward, and really easy to complete. And, it was completed by the time you all parted ways. You ended your day with two new friends, so that was the good part— well other than finishing a project well ahead of time.

Over the next week, you got to meet more people. And the more you got to know them, the more you got to know about Regina. So far, it was mostly negative. “Regina asked for your number.”

“What?” You squinted, “Gretch, please don’t tell me you gave it to her.”

“No, but I was scrolling on Insta, and your post was on my home page. She followed you.”

“Well, my page is public, so whatever.”

As you said that, your phone screen lit up. And it was none other than Regina— sliding into your DMs. Okay, you could admit, she was attractive. But if she wasn’t a good person, you sure as heck wouldn’t want to be associated with someone like that. You detested her ‘worship me or leave’ type of attitude.

Besides that, the first half of your school day was pretty calm. Once lunch rolled around, you were ready to have some food. But, someone grabbed your arm. “I need to talk to you.”

“No, Regina.”

“I just need three minutes.” She continued.

“Fine, make it count.” You stopped off at the side of the hallway, watching the students filtering out of the hallway to the cafeteria. All of them eager for lunch, but highly interested in the fact that Regina was finally talking to you.

“Did Gretchen ask you out?”

“I knew it.” You said with a shrug, “Even if she did, it’s none of your business, really. I haven’t even talked to you once until now. So far, it hasn't been a great first impression.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’ve heard a lot about me, but it’s complicated. I’m trying to change, but that’s… not what I wanted to talk to you about. Truth is, since you got here, I’ve been intimidated because I’m used to being the centre of attention. I know, sucks of me. But also, among the things you heard about me. I know you’ve heard that I’m a lesbian. That’s the one truth I want to remain, the rest? I want to change that.”

“Your point?”

“It’s— it’s been hard for me to accept that I like girls. And you come in here, looking all tall and perfect and me being scared of being like everyone else, I couldn’t admit that I was crushing on you too.”

“Now I’m impressed. Took you sooner than I thought you would to be honest than keep up with the glaring. This is more like it.”

Regina smirked and it turned into a smile, a genuine smile, “See you around, cariño.”

You squinted, watching as she turned on her heel to leave, chuckling. She saw you and laughed too. See, this was what you wanted. To see the real her than the facade she was putting on. There was no point in that, but this? Having actual conversations? It felt good to have that, not just polite greetings and check-ins.

You saw her in your next class and was paired up, in the name of fate because the random name generator come up with her name and yours. For the first time since you started school here, you were actually glad to be in the same room as Regina, because she wasn’t pretending anymore. It was less draining for you and for her.

“Buenas.” Regina smiled softly and slid into the desk to you.

“You don’t have to try to impress me, George.” You chuckled over your words.

“Impress you? I’m just glad I have someone to practice my Spanish on.” She continued with that signature smirk on her face. Only this time, it felt a bit more like a tease than the usual intimidation, “Spent my first five years in Spain, came here and I eventually sucked at it. Maybe now I won’t have to worry about flunking out of Spanish class.”

“Is this your tricky way of asking me to tutor you? Have you learnt nothing from the first time you talked to me?”

“I was not planning to ask you to tutor me, but since you’ve put that on the table…can you?”

“I can.” You shrugged, “But would I?”

“Come on! What do I have to do? Pay you to teach me?”

“Tempting.” You went along with it, “Or…you could just buy me a coffee or something.”

“And are you just telling me how I can repay you for agreeing to tutor me or trying to ask me out on a date?”

“Take it as you please.” You answered calmly, “You never know what’ll happen, Regina.”

“Huh.” Regina nodded slowly, “Claro.”

Your lips tugged into a bit of a smirk, you glance at her.

“So you’ll tutor me, right…?”

“Ay, yes, Regina. I will tutor you!” You laughed.

“Great.” She smiled back, “Thanks, cariño.”

“A heads up on the nicknames would be nice.” You joked, “Are you planning on using them on me all the time from now on?”

“Take it as you please, y/n.” She sighed, “I heard never know what will happen, after all.”

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You prayed no one would notice the waves forming in the dark wine as your hands shook. Only a month into your service at the castle and you’d made it to the throne room. The matron had looked at you proudly for once that morning, announcing that you would take up the place usually kept by her as a capstone to your training. Muscles tense and locked you acutely wanted to appear composed and graceful, as though you’d done the job for decades. Prove to them that you were born to serve the throne.

Or in this case, the thrones of Princes Hyunjin and Felix.

Two striking young men, crowned with golden locks and reputations to match. Truly the kingdom was blessed despite the tragedy that had led to the familial merger. Not directly related by blood the two boys had still had become fast friends and confidants to each other as the King had aimed for.

“You will hardly see one without the other so I suggest you be ready to see double.” Your matron gently chided, stuffing a second handkerchief into your apron. “Have two of everything! We’d hate to think the Princes might ever want for more.”

You nodded fiercely. Amongst the many new rules this one was easy to remember. Two princes. Each gets his own copy when possible.

Pouring from the decanter into Hyunjin’s cup was the closest you’d ever been to either prince. Sharp jawline, plush lips, seemingly shaped by the goddess herself. Almost an artifact of another world, dangerous to gaze at for too long yet irresistible.

“The glass dear, it’s close,” his velvet voice jolts you from your thoughts, eyes flicking down to the nearly overflowing glass.

Hastily you right the decanter, a million apologies bumbling and stumbling and tripping over each other in your mouth as you shrink looking towards the ground.

Hyunjin’s fingers wrap themselves gracefully under your jaw, righting your posture with a practiced ease. “Now, now, no need for all of that. While this is simply too much for me to drink, I can easily share some with my brother, isn’t that right Felix?” Your eyes flick to the other prince, whose head turns slightly surprised to hear his name.  “Please Felix if I may,” Hyunjin gestures with his cup, dark red liquid wobbling precariously near the rim.

Felix’s eyes narrow, flitting from you to the glass to Hyunjin before extending it to his brother with a small smirk. “Of course. No need for our pretty little attendant to worry. We’re quite good at sharing when needed.”

Carefully steadying the younger’s outstretched wine glass, Hyunjin slowly pours from his cup to Felix’s. There is something disconcerting in the way Felix’s eyes rake over you. It makes your stomach tense and lungs freeze in place. No one in the room says a word as Hyunjin tilts his glass upright, forefinger collecting a stray bead of wine as it slips down the edge of the glass. Time seems to freeze as your eyes meet his tongue slowly licks the droplet from his finger, barely even meeting the skin. You don’t even realize how wide your eyes are, how you’ve sealed you lips in a thin line of shock.

“See, we can share quite well when called upon.” Hyunjin giggles.

An advisor, sat on a luxurious leather wingback chair, clears his throat anxiously. “Let’s not play with our food, boys. As you can see from the agenda there are several economic initiatives that need attending to. Once we are done you are free to spend your time however you wish, but for now you have ceded this time to us.”

The two princes straighten in their thrones and nod, dismissing you back to the small stool and table sat in the corner for you. Briefly your knees knock together, unsure of what the concept of “walking” even was. Manuel mode enabled, you lift your unwilling legs and march at what you think is the speed you normally walk, hoping against hope you haven’t drawn excessive attention to yourself.

Fear flutters in your chest as you watch the room, advisors passionately providing their arguments to the princes, both sat and attentive to each as they spoke. This must be what power is, wordlessly commanding respect but lending that same floor to others when asked. Quiet, unassuming, but simmering below the surface.

You had a similar encounter with the princes very early on in your days as you’d scurried along one of the many arcades on the perimeter of the inner ward. Late for your etiquette lesson, already a demerit, you spotted the pair directly in your path. Both kitted out with their tight white fencers dress, headed to the field for a friendly spar. Felix gently swatting at Hyunjins thighs with the practice foil, Hyunjin jumped, laughing. Bubbling with affection towards each other you wanted to just sit there and watch them, living as a fly or a spider or some other unsightly insect just to see their smiles.

And that’s when you realized you’d stopped fully and were staring in an unbecoming manner.

And they’d noticed.

And they were staring back.

The force of the realization threw you behind the nearest piller, back pressed to the cool stone, waiting to hear their footsteps. Heart thudding wildly you know you shouldn’t hide from them, it isn’t right to hide from them, you are there to serve them not spy on them. Their footsteps fade and disappear as you melt against the column. Maybe you’d hallucinated their line of sight, maybe someone else was behind you.

A harsh clang of metal hitting your column jolts you, sending you yelping and jumping away.

The boys burst into laughter, one climbing in pitch the other diving deep into his register. Hyunjin winks as you turn and run away, feet pounding into the ground, chest heaving.

“Sorry didn’t see you there!” He calls after you jovially. Not that it mattered whether or not it was on purpose.

Today you were finding out that the throne room assignment was mostly about waiting. No matter how scant the crowd was, you had to wait until the princes left to clear the drinks, one of many rules you memorized and repeated as you sat idle, waiting to be needed. At least with the great hall no matter how hectic the activity seemed to have a set pattern which you had grown used to and memorized like a court dance. Mind wandering you watch the advisors drift off into adjoining halls and rooms, half drunk glasses of mead and wine alike littering the table as evidence of their having attended.

And suddenly the princes’ full attention was on you. The same calm gaze with which they’d heard out the court they fixed on you, like a spotlight had decided to shine directly down on you. It would be out of turn to speak but it was increasingly warm under their watchful eyes. Subconsciously your fingers worked over the skirt of your apron, nervously smoothing over and picking the pills.

“Miss, are we truly that scary?” Felix smiles at you. “Please. Come sit, we don’t bite!” He’s warm like sunshine with every word he speaks to you.

Perhaps before now you’d never truly appreciated the concept of ‘scurrying’ as you shuffled speedily to kneel between the twin thrones, head bowed. Skirts billowing out around you like a flower you tuck your hands in front of you, perfectly as taught. You can hear the princes stifle a laugh, bodies shifting towards each other in the top of your peripheral vision.

“We did mean sit when we said sit. You don’t have to kneel so formally.”

“I’m sorry your royal highnesses. This is what my training instructed me to do. How would you prefer me, sirs?” You dare not raise your gaze for fear of losing your mind.

Felix smirks and licks his lips, “well if you could look at us that would be a start.”

With a gulp you raise your chin, eyes still tracing the air around their bodies rather than daring to look directly at them.

“She’s so cute, Felix! So proper. Our matron dearest really went too far with her I think.” Hyunjin nearly brags to Felix as though you aren’t directly in front of them.

“Really such a dear thing. All nervous over us like this.”

Hyunjin kneels slightly beside you, close like you had been to pour his wine. “As beautiful as you look on your knees I’d love you to take a seat for us. Can you do that? You can choose anywhere you like, even our laps if they look comfortable. I assure you no better seat in the entire palace.” His tone caresses your nerves, codling you. Almost easing you into standing before them, still trembling. As you turn to pick a chair his voice calls again. “Oh before you sit, please, remove that apron for us, darling.”

Quick to respond to his request you fumble with the pins holding the top half of the apron, hands shaking like leafs.

It’s Felix’s turn to step forward. Taking a quick stride to position himself behind you he easily plucks the knot loose, arms wrapping around your waist to catch the sheath of fabric over his arm. His chin bumps your shoulder, face close to yours in a way you never dared think about. Ears flashing hotly you stumble back on him with a squeak.

“Oh!” Felix exclaims, righting you in his grasp. “I think our darling’s corset is restricting her too much. She nearly fainted right here!”

Mouth opened wide in dismay. You want to fight him on his assumption. Your bindings were fine, it was he that was the problem. But you can’t bring yourself to say it was him. Training taking over, what he said must’ve been right. The girls always did have a habit of lacing too tightly in the morning when their stomachs were empty from hours sleeping.

“Felix, if you think that’s the problem I give you full permission to remove the offending clothing. We can’t have anyone passing out in our care.”

“Sirs! No, I’m fine really, that’s so much-” your panicked voice reaches a high tremor. The reality of the request forcing your hand. You’d be basically nude in the throne room, thin chamise only blurring what the imagination could easily place beneath the formless white fabric.

“What is your primary duty?” Hyunjin barks out suddenly, stilling you.

“To serve the throne, sir.”

“And if you faint? How will that be in service to us?”

“It will not be in service.”

His eyes sparkled, “then by that logic, if removing your bodice serves the throne…?”

“The bodice should be…removed.” You reply shyly, ducking your head to hide your face.

Felix’s small fingers neatly unhook your outer layer, slipping the sleeves off your shoulders and letting the durable slab of roughly woven cotton slide to the floor. Almost equally as swiftly he pops the pins holding your skirts and petticoat tightly around the corset, pooling at your feet, leaving only the offending clothing squeezing your ribs, your pantalettes, and fine linen chemise.

You can’t hide the lewd moan that escapes your lips as Felix presses open the metal release hooks at your front, pinched flesh screaming in delight at the sudden freedom.

“...and that’s why we make the decisions for the kingdom. We know better than our own subjects.” Felix purrs in your ear.

Goosebumps rise on the backs of your arms as you close them across your chest in a lame attempt to keep some modesty. Their consistent gaze heats your insides to jelly. You wish that you owned anything prettier than this to present yourself in. Something silk like the noble ladies or at least lace embroidered like the more well off ilk.

“Felix, are you frightening our darling?”

“Darling, am I scary? Do I scare you? You can be honest with us.”

Panic clenches your abdomen. “No!” You blurt. “You don’t-I’m not scared.” As per your training, you must stay resolute. The answer seems to please them, sharing a small smile and glance at each other.

Hyunjin’s tone remains soft, floating like a melody. “You must know, as you’ve been trained to be so exemplary, that it is my birthday soon. A very special day for all the kingdom and of course for myself. Now, I hadn’t thought of what I might ask for…” he trails off. “Come closer, girl.”

Dutifully you step almost toe to toe with him, Felix returning to his seat to observe. Both wearing the smiles of cats that caught the mouse.

“What do you remember about your prince’s birthdays?”

Straightening up a little you recite, “as we are blessed with two beautiful princes we celebrate each twice. Although they were born separately they are celebrated jointly as the rising of the spring and the beginning of the fall.”

Hyunjin claps his hands, “and! What of our presents?”

“Two of a kind as with all things that can be made twice.”

“Oh she is perfect! Isn’t she, Felix?” Hyunjins hand reaches out to play with the hem of your chamise, pinching and bunching the fabric in his fingers. His eyes flit suddenly up from the hem to you, “I want you for my birthday.”

You can’t control your facial expression, eyes widening and jaw going slack. Breath growing fast and shallow your hand grasps the fabric covering your chest. “Sir, I’m not sure what you mean. I’m already yours as I have been taught and trained to be, I belong to the crown, the throne-”

Of course you knew what he meant. There had been other boys who’d shown interest. Other boys you were interested in. The concept was not new to you. Something about him though, made it unbelievable that he could mean what you thought.

“Your duty is to the crown and the throne. I don’t want that. I want you, I want your body, and I want your affection.” He drew the hem to his lips, kissing the garment like a lord might kiss a ladies hand. “Now hike up your gown and let me have my present.”

Fluttering stomach, fingers trembling, you slowly tug the fabric into your fists, exposing the white legs of your pantalettes, conjoined at the top by a drawn string threaded through both halves. You’ve never seen hyunjin like this, slouched in his throne, legs spread wide. He watches you, palming himself over his breeches.

“Hyunjin, she’s shivering already!” Felix raises his eyebrow. “Are you okay darling? Tell your princes what you need.”

“I’m-I don’t-I’m not sure-” you stutter out, keenly aware of the spotlight on you.

“Please help our darling out, should you wish. She’s your present too after all,” Hyunjin addresses Felix, eyes still fixated on you. They don’t move as you feel Felix’s presence hovering behind you, his hands slowly smoothing your gathered bunches of fabric into one knot held tightly in his fist to your side. Your heart thuds in your chest and echos between your thighs. Lust clouds your judgment like the hazy heat that rolls off of his body. His unoccupied hand slips into the slit in your pantalettes, tracing your folds with the pads of his fingers.

Gasp caught in your throat your veins feel like they’ve been lit on fire.

“Our darling is so responsive, Hyune. You’re going to love her. Cunt’s already dripping.”

“Show me.” Hyunjin demands. Felix tugs on the drawstring, pantalettes swiftly tumbling to the ground.

“Put your knees on the arms of his throne, love. I’ll hold you close still, don’t worry,” Felix whispers assurances in your ear as you shakily spread your legs wide to match the width of the sturdy, thick armrests. Stepping between Hyunjin’s legs to join you, he encourages you to lean back into his chest, angling your pelvis to present lewdly forward, hands grappling backwards to your own ankles.

Hyunjin’s eye’s rake over every inch of exposed flesh, joined by eager fingertips. He’s careful not to venture too close to your sex, opting to leave anticipatory prickles in his lazy path up and down your thighs. Your hips rise to meet him each time, assuming that he had to have grown impatient by then. No man you’d ever met was patient for very long for any reason, so why should a prince be any different? Still as much as your body seemed to long for his touch to advance he resisted, smiling as you exhaled with a disappointed “hmph.”

“Really doesn’t take too much, does it darling? Just the proper, or improper, touch.” Hyunjin states, finally slipping a finger between your lips, gliding it back and forth, just teasing your entrance.

You sink into the motion with a gentle “oh” hardly noticing as Felix slips his unoccupied hand beneath your chamise, soft palm kneading your bosom in handfuls. “Just relax,” he continues to whisper, silky tone weaving through your cotton-y brain. “Let us take care of you. You’re capable of so much pleasure, if you just let us rule you. You can do that, right darling? You’re such a good little servant. So perfectly trained. You know how to be a good girl and take orders. It’s your duty after all, to serve us.”  The tapestry he knits with his words is an enticing one, laced with golden promises.

Your thighs threaten to collapse inwards with each nudge of your clit. Each denial becomes almost painful, your body clenching inwards to try to force yourself over the edge. Eyelids fluttering over the whites of your rolled-back eyes you beg under your breath, beg for release, beg for something to clench down on.

“Louder. Let your Prince hear what you need,” Felix hisses.

“Please, sir, it hurts. I need - so badly. I need to - I might die. I need you-”

“What do you need from me?”

“I need you inside-” your voice breaks, the words too dirty to dare utter in front of them. “Sir, I need you inside me.”

“Be more specific.”

“Fingers!” You gasp and groan as Felix pinches your pebbled nipple. “Please use them in me, sir! Please! Please.” You chant as he continues to rub his thumb back and forth over the tingling area. Every touch feels like looking over the edge of the castle wall to the turf below, churning the pit of your stomach.

Hyunjin tuts, leaning upwards, face inches from your mound. Breath held as his finger passes again over your hole, you whimper. Tongue pointed he kitten licks your swollen button before sealing his mouth over your mound. Licking and sucking at you, the persistent attention from his swirling muscle has your eyelids fluttering and hips grinding down on him, juices dripping down his chin. Your cunt pulls his finger in with each flutter of its walls, happy to have even this much to clench down on.

The arousal pooling in your gut, your body arches up, head pressing into Felix even harder and you flood the man below with your essence. Each pulse of your cunt forces a twitch from your flexed muscles as he releases you, tongue flat to eagerly lap at your core.

Hyunjin looks pleased as he pants, withdrawing from your netherregion, lips pink and plush from their hard work. “This is why we royalty come up with the solutions.”

“Yes! My Princes know how to take care of me. Thank you sir. Thank you for your care.” You cry and shake, giving your full weight plus some to Felix as you convulse with aftershocks.

Hyunjin motions for Felix to lift you gently off the armrests, letting you curl and rest at his feet. “Set your head here, darling, let me show you how good you taste,” he taps his knee, leaning forward to kiss you as you come near, lips still shining with your release. The taste is faint, his own scent almost overwhelming your senses, but not unpleasant. Gently his tongue presses at your lips, seeking permission. Swept into the moment you grant it easily, letting him explore your mouth, licking into the warmth just as he had your cunt.

As your kiss becomes more desperate, Hyunjin pulls you over him, your torso stretched over his thighs, ass stuck out into the room. You yelp into his mouth as another wriggling tongue swipes over your slit.

“She’s so sweet, no wonder you took your time with her,” Felix murmurs, drifting off as he indulges in another swipe.

“Felix,” Hyunjin breaks from you, strand of spit spanning the distance from your already fucked-out face. “I think she’s ready enough, we don’t want to break our present quite yet.” His face doubles and swims in front of you as your eyes fight to focus. Hyunjin chuckles affectionately as you stare back at him dumbly. “Darling, he’s going to fuck you now. You might want to brace yourself.” Gently he cups your head and lays your cheek to his thigh, mouth watering bulge twitching and straining against his breeches right in front of you. Forgetting yourself for a moment, you trace the print in the fabric with your forefinger. “So cute,” he coos, gently removing your hand, “but I didn’t say you could do that.”

“‘M sorry sir. I-” your thought is interrupted by the blunt tip of Felix’s cock sliding between your folds. Hand gripping Hyunjins thigh in anticipation, you wiggle your hips as Hyunjin pushes your hair away from your face to get an unobstructed view.

“Go ahead Felix, take her.”

Palm flat on your lower back he pushes into you to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your facial expressions and groans do not disappoint, eyes rolling back to the whites. The stretch is more pressure than pain, your slick easing him in with the prep work Hyunjin did to open you up.

“She’s a tight little thing,” Felix pulls back leaving only the flared tip inside of you, reveling in the way your lips hug around him as he fills you. “Every time I try to pull out she just pulls me right back in.”

Popping the front of his breeches free, Hyunjins cock springs out in front of you. It’s paradoxically thick in comparison to him curving up to his waistband, tip already glossy with smeared precum. “Give it a little taste, darling,” he says, parting your lips with his thumb, encouraging your jaw to open even further, pad petting your tongue. Tapping the head against your flattened tongue he seems pleased with the ease of your obedience. He tastes slightly salty and musky as you twirl your tongue around him. “Good girl, go ahead and wrap that little pout around me. Just like a sweet, just like that,” he holds your head steady to his thigh as he shallowly fucks into your mouth. He can’t get much depth at this angle but the vibrations from your moans and blissed out expression make up for it. Both men take up the responsibility of ragdolling you between them, Felix pulling by your hips as Hyunjin thrusts forward into your mouth, one in, one out.

Each prince sounds unique in his pleasure. Hyunjin caught in whines and hisses in tenor while Felix groans and grunts in his low baritone. Their styles of loving are also a study in contrast, Felix’s hands roaming everywhere, squeezing and squishing and massaging. Like a sculptor working putty into a masterwork. Hyunjin prefers pointed attacks and intense stares. Busy wandering the scene with his eyes. Watching the light play over your fingers as they twitch and tremor with each thrust. The shadow of the hollow of your cheek as his cock pulls from your lips. Even your eyelashes, clumped with aborted tears, sticking to your cheek for a millisecond with every flutter.

“‘M close.” Felix warns, pulling from you with a pop.

“No,” you whine and wiggle, searching after him desperately. Both men laugh.

“Turning our cute shy thing into a cockwhore in one round, I’ve got to say I’m proud.” Hyunjin also pulls from you, leaving you unoccupied for the first time in the last twenty minutes.

Unsure of what to do with yourself you nuzzle his thigh wordlessly. Sweat and juices trailing down your inner thighs your stomach hungers for more. Frustration boiling and bubbling in your chest you wiggle your hips again in hops it entices Felix back.

“You’re just so helpless without us aren’t you?” Hyunjin’s voice returns to its calm caressing tone. “Don’t worry darling, you’ll be filled soon. Do you want to come sit on me now? Would that feel good?”

You scramble into the throne, straddling the prince like an overeager mutt totally unaware that it is no longer a puppy. Even panting with your tongue out, nearly begging as your slit slides along his strained member.

“Felix, did you not fuck her hard enough? She’s practically wetting the seat with how needy she is. Humping me like a bunny in heat. Gotta make her cum harder next time so she’s nice and pliant.”

“Jeeze, you’re the one who said not to break your new toy,” Felix’s voice echos from the other end of the room. “Should be thanking me for having her so wound up.”

You whine as you rub yourself on him. Cunt aching to be filled again, your fingers feel itchy as you deny yourself the pleasure of taking him of your own accord.

“Normally I’d punish you for trying to get yourself off without my permission but,” Hyunjin shoots a glance over your shoulder. “There was some familial miscommunication which you should not pay for.” He lifts your hips off him, dick sufficiently lubricated with a mixture of spit and precum, and fits himself just inside your entrance. “Now take me nice and slow, I want to see each inch go in easy, okay?” His eyes search for your understanding. “And if you try anything funny, I’ll make sure you’re fucked so hard that you’ll be on bedrest for the next three days.” A sudden hit of venom laces his words, driving his point home.

Thighs burning you sink slowly onto him, careful not to let gravity or exhaustion accelerate your descent. The effort has you shaking, palms pressed to the armrests with the tips of your fingers going white. He whispers small praises as he watches himself fill you. How proud he is, how well you are doing, how pretty your pussy looks taking him in, what a good cocksleeve you are. Finally, finally he leans up and pulls you to his chest, groaning as he forces the last few centimeters of himself inside.

“How do you feel darling?”

“Full, sir,” you mumble, happy to pour your weight into his arms. “Good and full.” Hands on your hips he rolls you back and forth on him, coaxing another wet release from you. It has you floating, you want to be good for him. You need to be good for him. It’s only right to worship a future king as you would a god.

Hyunjin’s hands spreading your cheeks, another warm intrusion works its way against you, slick release and additional lubrication coating your holes. A small digit swirls around the second, virgin hole, briefly pressing as a test. You jolt, pussy clamping down around Hyunjin, heartbeat climbing rapidly. “Relax, just trust us, we know best, right? Didn’t it feel so good before when Felix got you all nice and ready. He’ll be just as gentle. It’s his nature after all. Just put your head on my shoulder like a good girl and relax.”

Following his instructions you curl onto his shoulder, hands gripping his biceps. As the intrusion works its way into you, pulling back and inching forward with each thrust, you try to focus on him. His smell, his aura, his nerves of steel. His murmurs vibrate against your ear, tickling pleasantly. A second digit is added as you whimper and bury your face in his neck.

“No no, darling. I need to see your face at least a little,” Hyunjin nudges you from the warm juncture with his chin. “Especially for this next part.” He winks at Felix.

Felix who has been grunting lowly under his breath with each effort he makes to stretch you just enough. He presses the head of his cock to your twitching entrance pushing himself until just the head squeezes past the tight ring. Your face screws up cutely with the initial pain, lip quivering. Felix tries to make it more comfortable, slowly massaging your lower back as he rocks himself with your whimpers.

The pain has your head spinning while the overwhelming fullness numbs it. From clamping down around nothing to being stretched to the point where clenching would lead to misery you’ve run the gambit. As he settles a peaceful expression covers your face. Eyelids closed, brows unknit, lips just barely parted as your jaw hangs loosely.

You gurgle happily. “Is this what being with a Prince is like?”

“No darling, this is what being with a god is like.”

“I should worship you.”

“You should. But today, for being so especially precious, we will spoil you.”

Felix leans over, joining your and Hyunjins heads. “Let us treat you.” Both men start to rock opposite each other again. Their cocks are only separated by a thin wall. There isn’t much else you can do but take it, as the coo and caress and bounce you back and forth. Your body is frozen as you chase another orgasm, lower belly and tops of your thighs tensing and shaking as more arousal splashes from you and coats their skin. Everything they do to you is gentle followed by a small reminder of their ownership. A nuzzle followed by a harsh bruising suck of your skin. A loving hand massaging your ass cheek before smacking it. Somewhere between heaven and earth your mind floats in paradise.

“I can’t take any more. I really can’t. I can’t sirs.” Your eyelids are so heavy you think you might pass out. It wouldn’t be the worst thing either, to be taken into the blessed dark as your Princes have their way.

“You can, I know you can, you’re such a good girl. One more for us.” Felix mumbles in his deep bass, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck. “Hold her for me,” he groans airily. “I’m close,”

Hyunjin’s hands move to the tops of your thighs, locking you down to his lap. “Might want to hold onto something, darling,” he gestures to the armrests as Felix leans back from you. That was all the warning you received, Felix’s hips suddenly snapping into you with a brutal pace. Your body fights itself, not sure if it should contract inwards or try to expand outwards, leaving you jittering between white knuckles and splayed palms. Words you’d only heard the stablehands shout as they shoveled flew from your mouth, much to the delight of the men inside of you.

“Keep going ‘lixie, she’s fucked. Nothing inside that pretty little head.”

Felix’s grunts turn into small high pitched whines. His sweat drips from his forehead as he wraps himself around you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Every inch of your body spasms, thighs, ass, cunt, arms, every muscle tensing and pulsing all at once, white hot. He spills into you panting and swearing.

“Better be able to hold her for me now, or are you too weak hm?” Hyunjin taunts, letting go of your thighs.

“I can-” Felix breathlessly pulls you tighter into his arms, arms crossing your chest to brace you against his chest.

Hyunjin fucks you with equal ferocity, bouncing your body up against Felix like you were made of rubber and not flesh and bone. Felix pulls your hair back, strands sticking to the drool and tears escaping from you.

“I think you broke her, Hyune.”

You gurgle dumbly, eyes blurred and mouth open.

Hyunjin doesn’t bother talking, teeth gritted, mesmerized by the scene in front of him. Looking to the heavens, face relaxed as though you could see your soul floating inches above you, a perfect subject, a perfect vessel. Your walls clamp around him fluttering and pulsing and pulling him, proof of his superiority. Even at base level your body was desperate to have his children, desperate to ensure it took. With a gasp he spilled deep within you, granting your body it’s well earned prize.

“Let ‘er go.”

Felix slips from you, letting your chest fall into Hyunjin’s arms again. “Good enough exercise for the day?”

Hyunjin nods.

“Good idea - specially asking for her - best birthday ever.”

"I will gather a sample of semen in the most enjoyable manner possible..." You take hold of his shaft and show him your preferred method.

"Let’s see how skilled you are." Uchiha huffed, clearly taken aback by your bold behavior. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, everything hung in the balance. He could walk away, but instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze and nodded, desire thrumming through your veins. 

"Asking me to continue?" you inquired, almost challenging you.

He met your gaze confidently and nodded. "Yes," his breath ragged. "You know exactly what I need, don’t you?" Madara's voice dripped with fire, and there was no mistaking the challenge in his gaze. You met it head-on, a wicked smile curving your lips. "I do," you whispered, your hand tightening around him. A mischievous glint lit up in your eyes as you studied him. "It's not easy abstaining from sex for four days, is it?" you taunted, fully aware of the struggle he must be going through.

"I will help you out. We both will help ourselves," you added, enjoying teasing him even further. With a firm grip on him, you began stroking him faster, using your skilled hands to give him a handjob while sitting beside him.

As his body struggled to maintain its last shred of composure, his moans reverberated in the small room. "Ah...fuck..." he groaned, his bones tensing as pleasure washed over him.

"I am gonna cum," he warned, but you didn't slow down. Instead, you continued to jerk him off with determination until finally, with a loud gasp and shudder, he released into your hand. You couldn't help but feel satisfied with yourself as you looked at the mess in your hand before wiping it clean with a tissue. It was all part of being a good healer - taking care of your patients in every way possible.

Startled, you realize you were supposed to use Madara's seed for a test... 

"Oh fuck," Madara mutters under his breath, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he looks at you. His gaze is intense and piercing, and you can feel your heart racing in response. "You played me well, you dirty doctor. It was never your intention to do the test." He reaches out and grabs your thigh firmly, causing you to gasp in surprise. With a swift motion, he pulls off your robe, exposing your large breasts that bounce and jiggle from the sudden movement. Your skin flushes with heat as your eyes meet, electricity crackling between you.

"Do you want this to continue?" His voice is laced with dominance and a hint of danger. "It would be best if you let me fuck you if that is true. I don't want to end up facing legal consequences for physical violence."

You're momentarily speechless, caught off guard by Madara's sudden change in demeanor. But then a wicked smirk crosses your lips as you remember the effect you have on him.

"Yes," you say boldly, meeting his gaze with confidence. "Masturbating you made me drenched... So why don't you do your own examination, Doctor Madara? Would you mind checking?"

A flicker of surprise flashes across his face before he grins, removing his shirt and undressing you completely. Your frame trembles with anticipation as he murmurs about how hot you are while sucking on your sensitive nipples.

He positions you on the table, spreading your legs wide open. At that moment, any resistance or hesitation melts away as you give yourself over to the intense pleasure that Madara can provide.

Desperately trying to stifle your moans, you feel his fingers plunging into you relentlessly. "Oh baby, struggling to keep quiet? Do you fear someone in this hospital will hear? Don't bother..." he taunts, thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy with a devilish smirk. He leans over you, smothering your mouth with a deep kiss as your anatomy convulses with pleasure. Your fingers claw at the table and his hand, while your legs shake uncontrollably and your stomach tightens with each powerful thrust. The overwhelming sensations send you into a state of pure ecstasy, your eyes rolling back and a guttural groan escaping your lips. "Good girl," he whispers in your ear before pulling away, leaving you wet and wanting once again.

As you catch your breath, you can feel his arousal growing once again - just in time for round two.

"You're driving me crazy, Doctor Y/N," Madara growls as he grinds his rock-hard erection against your throbbing muff. Your juices mingle together, creating a slick trail down your stomach as he presses harder, demanding entrance.

You begged, your voice hoarse and desperate. "Just enter me already!" 

His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Oh, how eager," he taunted, savoring your desperation. Your cunt throbbed with need, craving his dick. 

"Please...Madara," you moaned, unable to resist any longer. "Fuck me." 

But he silenced you with a harsh command: "Hush." With one swift motion, he plunged his fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck on them, tasting yourself as he finally enters you, filling your slick pussy and causing a wave of intense satisfaction to crash over you, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Pleasure shot through your shape and you grit your teeth from the sensation.

He ravaged you with a primal ferocity, his hands grabbing and squeezing your breasts as he thrust into you with reckless abandon. Your legs wrapped tightly around his bum, every movement sending waves of glee through your body. With each deep, powerful thrust, you screamed in ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

As he neared his climax, Madara buried his face in your neck, groaning as he filled you with his hot jizz. He pulled out and released himself on your stomach with a guttural grunt.

You collapsed onto the table, completely spent and covered in sweat and cum. A satisfied smile crossed your face as you panted for breath. "That was quite the examination, Doctor Uchiha," you purred.

You grinned at him, still breathless from the intensity of it all. "Well, I suppose that was… thorough," He playfully provoked you, wiping the sweat from your brow. Madara smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "I’m nothing if not dedicated to my health," he replied, his tone playful. You laughed, shaking your head. "I'll make sure to add it to your medical record: highly recommended treatment."

He leaned over you, licking your lips and causing shivers to run down your spine. "It was my pleasure," he replied, smirking. 

"I was blown away by it," you murmured as you sat up and traced your fingers along his face. "Do you always fuck like that?"

"In response to your question, yes, I am insatiable in bed. I haven't fucked in four agonizing days. If I seemed harsh with you, filthy medico, it was due to the pent-up frustration I was experiencing."

"No, I like it a lot." You traced your fingers along his cheek, feeling a surge of lust coursing through you once more. "Perhaps we should meet again," you tempted, your fingers tracing his jaw.

Madara’s eyes glinted with amusement. "Only if you’re as eager next time," he grinned back, both of you still basking in the aftermath of intense passion.

"I am," you confirmed, your lips curving into a smile.

Grinning, he helped you clean up the mess before stealing one last kiss from your swollen lips. The intense chemistry between the two of you was undeniable - this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate affair.

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Conner Kent -

You met Conner through Tim Drake, your close friend from college.

Tim had mentioned his 'broody, sometimes grumpy but loyal' best friend before, and one day, Conner randomly appeared when you were studying together in Tim's dorm.

Conner had flown in through the window, much to your surprise, (and mild panic).

Tim, completely unfazed, just greeted him with "You're early."

Meanwhile, you were sitting there, wide-eyed, clutching your Red Bull like it was a lifeline.

"Who's the deer in headlights?" Conner teased, smirking at your startled expression.

After introductions, you quickly realized Conner was more than just a superhero - he was awkward, sarcastic, and a bit of a dork.

You made a joke about his dramatic entrance and to Tim's horror, Conner actually laughed.

That's when Conner decided he liked you.

At first, your friendship was slow but steady.

You were introverted, and Conner wasn't exactly the most social either.

But somehow, your dynamic just worked - you bonded over mutual sarcasm, deadpan humor, and chaotic ADHD energy.

You started to text a lot, mostly sharing random facts you learned, like "Did you know octopi have three hearts?" or "Cows have best friends."

Conner thought it was adorable and even started replying with his own facts.

And memes, lots of memes.

He found your love for punk rock fascinating and, despite being more of a country-rock and rock-and-roll kind of guy, actually asked for song recommendations.

He now has a few Stray Kids songs on his playlist because "You like them, so they can't be that bad."

Since you were friends with Tim, you naturally got roped into Wayne Family chaos, and Conner always made sure to stick around, just in case things got too overwhelming for you.

He noticed how social anxiety made large gatherings exhausting, so he'd sometimes pull you aside for "recharge breaks" - flying you to a rooftop where you could just sit and breathe.

Inside jokes galore!

Tim constantly sighs in exasperation whenever you and Conner get sidetracked talking about conspiracy theories.

"For the love of Gotham, focus!"

Conner found your drawings amazing, and he treasured every single one you gave him.

If you caught him staring too long at a sketch of him, he'd just awkwardly look away and pretend he wasn't totally swooning.

The shift from friendship to something more was subtle.

It started with little things - Conner offering you his jacket even when you said you weren't cold.

Him memorizing your coffee or tea order.

And the way he always seemed to position himself protectively near you in public.

One day, you were having a bad ADHD day, struggling to focus on an assignment, and Conner helped keep you grounded.

He read out your notes while gently running his fingers through your hair absentmindedly.

You had to fight the urge to melt into him.

The moment Conner realized he was in love with you?

You were talking about your favorite book, Howl's Moving Castle, and when you mentioned how much you loved Howl's 'extra, dramatic, but soft-hearted' personality, Tim snorted and said, "Oh, great, you basically just described Conner."

That made Conner go completely quiet, watching as you scolded Tim, lightly hitting his arm.

You started subconsciously mirroring each other - the way you sat, the words you used, even your habits.

Tim was sick of it.

The confession happened accidentally.

You were ranting about something (probably about an annoying professor), and Conner just... Blurted it out.

"You're really cute when you're mad."

You froze, "What?"

Conner immediately looked like he wanted to yeet himself into space.

"Uh, I mean. I think you're cute all the time. But, uh, I especially like you when you're mad. Or happy. Or just... In general."

Cue awkward silence and staring.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, you said, "That was an adorable, but terrible, confession."

"Yeah. I know."

But then, you smirked and nudged his shoulder. "Good thing I like you too."

Conner's relieved grin was so soft, and instead of saying anything, he just pulled you into a hug.

Being with Conner meant lots of simple, domestic moments.

He wasn't big on grand gestures, but he was big on consistency - always showing up, always taking care of you.

He was already fluent in Russian, but quickly grapples with German for you.

Late-night Red Bull runs, where Conner flies you to random gas stations or stores just because he knows you need your fix.

He loves cuddling.

It took a while for him to admit it, but he melts when you run your fingers through his hair.

Kisses on your forehead when you're stressed.

"I'm not letting you go to bed without something to eat."

He's so stubborn about making sure you eat.

Movie nights where he lets you pick everything.

He doesn't always get what's happening in 'Your Name,' but he loves the way your eyes light up when you talk about it and watch it.

When you're drawing, he watches in fascination and sometimes leans in really close, just to see every detail.

He would do anything for you.

If you ever had a bad day, he would drop everything just to make sure you were okay.

You ground him - on his bad days when he feels like he isn't enough, you remind him that he's not just a clone, not just a weapon - he's Conner.

And that's enough.

You bring him a sense of him he never had before.

He always has a hand on you - whether it's holding your pinky when you're walking side by side, resting his hand on your knee, or just gently tugging on your sleeve.

He remembers all of your little quirks.

The way you get lost in thought when reading, the way you bite your lip when focused - he loves it all.

"You're my favorite person."

He says it so casually, but every time, it makes your heart race.

He tries so hard to draw something for you once.

It's kind of awful.

You treasure it anyway.

Whenever he sees something purple, he thinks of you.

"Dude, you're obsessed."

"There just flowers, Tim."

"Conner, this is the third purple bouquet that you gave them this week."

"They like purple."

Protect your fiercely - not just physically, but emotionally.

If anyone ever makes you uncomfortable?

They are gone.

Fly you to see the stars on bad days.

Be your biggest supporter in everything you do.

Learn your favorite songs just to hum or lightly sing them when you can't sleep.

"'Cause when our eyes lock, it's like my heart stops~"

You help him find his place in the world.

You make him feel so loved.

You are always in his corner, no matter what.

You give him a home - one that isn't just a place, but a feeling.

~~~

Platonic;

~~~

DC;

Tim Drake -

You and Tim met in college, both showing up to the same advanced literature class.

You had arrived early, sitting in the back corner with a Red Bull in hand, already engrossed in your book.

Tim, equally early but looking exhausted, took the seat next to you without a second thought.

It wasn't until you muttered a sarcastic comment under your breath about the professor's overuse of the word "paradigm" that Tim smirked and responded in kind.

That was the moment he decided you were worth getting to know.

You didn't bond immediately - both of you being introverts, there was a lot of comfortable silence before you started causally exchanging book recommendations.

One day, he caught a glimpse of you sketching in the margins of your notebook - doodles of fictional characters, little concept art pieces, and even a tiny, detailed Batman sketch.

He was intrigued.

Your friendship started with shared study sessions in the library, where you two would sit in silence for hours, only occasionally muttering sarcastic remarks about your coursework or the absurdity of college life.

Tim found your ability to hyperfixate on learning random facts fascinating - sometimes you'd randomly blurt out things like, "Did you know cows have one stomach, but it is broken into four different segments?" in the middle of studying, and he'd just blink at you before filing it away in his own brain for later use.

He was the first person who truly understood your ADHD brain in an academic setting - if you got distracted or overwhelmed, he'd gently guide you back to focus without making you feel bad about it.

Since both of you are introverts, you developed an unspoken rule: no unnecessary small talk.

It was completely normal for you to just sit together in the same room, doing your own thing without feeling the need to fill the silence.

Caffeine-fueled study marathons.

You'd bring Red Bull, he'd bring coffee, and together you'd survive sleepless nights before exams.

He'd be the one reminding you to at least try to sleep though.

Music-sharing sessions.

You introduced him to Stray Kids, and while it wasn't his usual genre, he begrudgingly admitted that some of their tracks were pretty good,

In return, he'd send you deep-cut punk rock playlists that matched your vibe.

You forced him to read 'Howl's Moving Castle,' and he actually really liked it - Howl reminded him too much of some people in his life, but he wouldn't elaborate.

He, in turn, introduced you to detective novels, and you'd spend hours theorizing about plot twists together.

Since you loved learning random facts, Tim made it a game - who could find the most bizarre, obscure fact first?

It became an ongoing competition, and you'd both randomly text each other things like, "Did you know wombat poop is cube-shaped?" at odd hours of the night.

Tim was the first to notice that you and Conner had a thing before either of you even acknowledged it.

He saw the way Conner's gaze softened when you spoke, how he always seemed to find an excuse to be near you.

When you finally admitted to liking Conner, Tim's response was very flat.

"Wow. What a shock. No one saw this coming."

He acted completely indifferent but was secretly pleased because he trusted Conner to treat you right.

If anyone else had tried to date you, Tim probably would've done a full background check, but since it was Conner?

He just sent him a text saying, "If you screw this up, I'll know."

Tim was 100% behind the scenes helping Conner plan the perfect way to confess.

But, well, you know how that went.

Conner never got to use Tim's advice.

He quickly became the person you ranted to whenever Conner did something dumb but endearing.

“Tim, do you know what he did today? He tried to cook me breakfast and set off the smoke alarm.”

He got used to seeing Conner drape himself over you like an oversized golden retriever, and while he pretended to be unimpressed, deep down, he thought it was cute.

Whenever you and Conner had a minor disagreement, Tim would be the neutral party - he’d listen to both sides, then calmly say something brutally logical that made you both realize you were both being ridiculous.

If Conner was away for a mission, Tim made sure you weren’t lonely, even if it just meant sitting with you in silence while you both read or drew.

He always remembers your favorite drinks and snacks.

If you’re having a bad day, he’ll show up with a Red Bull and a pastry, no questions asked.

If your ADHD made it hard to remember important deadlines, he’d subtly remind you without making you feel bad about it.

“Hey, didn’t you have an assignment due next week? Want help planning it out?”

He’s your low-key bodyguard in social settings if Conner's not there.

If he sees you getting overwhelmed at a party or event, he’ll casually swoop in with an excuse to leave.

He never forces you into uncomfortable social interactions - if you don’t feel like talking, he gets it.

You don’t need to explain.

Since he’s a workaholic and forgets to take care of himself, you make sure he eats and sleeps properly.

Sometimes you’ll just shove a granola bar into his hand and give him a pointed look.

You doodle little sketches of him as a detective, which he pretends to roll his eyes at but secretly keeps in his notebook.

When he’s deep in a case and hasn’t slept, you’ll text him reminders like, “I will physically fight you if you don’t take a break.”

If he ever gets overwhelmed with work, you’ll just quietly sit with him.

No pressure to talk - just silent companionship to help him focus.

You and Tim have a quiet, understanding friendship.

You both respect each other’s introversion, and there’s no need for constant chatter to fill the space.

He’s not overly affectionate, but in his own way, he cares deeply - he just shows it through quiet acts of support rather than big gestures.

Your friendship is the kind that lasts a lifetime, built on mutual respect, sarcasm, and a deep, unspoken bond.

It was raw, and it stung.

The second she’d heard her bowels rumble on the last bite of her Tapatío-enhanced triple patty El Diablo burger she knew she’d be in trouble, but she didn't care at the time; she was on her period and craving the burning umami of that cheesy, charbroiled beef blended with those batter-encrusted jalapeño poppers, slathered in that fiery habanero sauce. Absolutely anything to distract from the wretched tearing of her insides that had been sloughing out into her Mooncup.

It felt like an attempted suicide, her little red ring rubbed raw and suffering from her reckless and unwise decision for a temporary problem. 

The first blast was relieving, but it was quickly extinguished and replaced by horror and regret as she felt the cold backsplash of toilet water combined with red hot fecal lava shooting out of her ass and the inky, gelatinous goo resembling warmed blueberry preserves molting from her womb splatter against all of the muscles  and orifices that were trying to violently void it all.

It took a few courtesy flushes before Thing could even start helping her wipe, though it wasn't exactly helpful when there was so much of everything everywhere that her crack resembled the remnants of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that had been thrown against the wall during a food fight. The first sopping wipe as Wednesday allowed herself some tears was the most embarrassing, and it was clear that the roll on the mounted roll holder would soon be gone as would be the extras on the roll holder next to the toilet.

But now she sat in silent prayers as she felt the knotting pain in her abdomen return. She didn't know which hole was getting ready for the umpteenth expulsion, but either way, both holes were burning, the tender skin unwillingly exfoliated by only the roughest of toilet paper brands as demanded by her kooky father because it builds character.

At least Thing always remembers to wipe from front to back.

✨✍🏽💩✨

Freshly off your shift at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, you drive to your apartment tiredly, ready to go straight to bed.

As you walk through the entrance door of the apartment taking off your jacket and shoes, a wonderful aroma fills your nose. As you enter the dining room, you see your boyfriend setting the table.

“You cooked?” Andrew looked over at you and smiled.

“Yeah. I figured we both had long days. We should at least have something normal to do.”

You smile at him, joking that the two of you do very normal things in bed. You sit down with him and eat, while discussing how both of your days went.

Once you were both done eating, you help Andrew with the dishes.

As you wash one of the pots he had used, he playfully hits your arm with a slightly wet cloth.

You playfully jump away from him and quickly put the freshly washed pot into the dish rack.

You giggle while flicking him with the excess water on your hands. You quickly run away giggling noticing his facial expression turn into one of mischievous lust.

He chases after you as you run into the bathroom, he sees you ridding yourself of the barely wet clothes. He chuckles softly and watches you turn the shower on and after a few moments, check the temperature of the water before hopping in.

He quickly follows in after you, getting out of his clothes in less than a minute. Not long after he gets inside the shower cubicle, you grab him and kiss him softly.

Andrew pulls away and takes a moment to get a good look at you. He smiles in pure happiness and places his lips onto yours once again. He slowly kisses down your jaw towards your neck. He sucks at your neck softly as you moan softly.

You feel his cock harden against you as move closer towards him. You wrap your hand around his cock and slowly move it up and down, causing him to moan loudly.

He grabbed your waist with one hand and teased your hardened nipples with the other. You could feel yourself getting aroused quickly. Slowly he knelt down under the raining shower head and licked your arousal and trailed upwards to your clit, sucking on it softly.

You moan out his name, grinding on his face slowly, bucking your hips. You feel his facial hair on your inner thighs, scratching at them softly. You scratch at his scalp with your fingertips as he enters you with his tongue.

After an agonizingly long oral session with him purposely stopping just as you nearly reach a peak, you finally orgasm.

Panting softly you lean against the wall of the shower as he stands and you wrap your legs around his hip like an anchor as he lifts you.

He keeps your back on the wall, whilst holding onto himself with one hand for some steadiness and grabs his cock with his other hand and slides it up and down your entrance before slowing pushing inside.

Once he was all the way inside he took a minute to let you get used to it, despite the many times you’ve done this together.

You buck your hips as a signal for him to move, and he does so, setting a nice pace before slowly starting to speed up. Just how you like it.

He takes the opportunity to slide his hand towards your clit and rub it softly in a circle motion.

This causes your eyes to roll back and moan loudly. His thrusts speed up and you warn him of your impending orgasm.

Soon after Andrew leans his head down and sucks on one of your areoles, causing you to clench around him tightly as you orgasm, with him following quickly after.

You both stay there in that position for a few moments, the water still running, the both of you panting. He pulls out slowly grunting softly.

You flex your hips and push both his and your cum out after a moment.