#Best Believe It's Vegan

[amorxsomnia]

It's no surprise that Count D. is a vegetarian. As a lover of the natural world and all of her creatures, the very idea of allowing his lips to touch meat is as distasteful as harming an animal himself, even if it is for sustenance. Under no circumstances will the Count ever consume the flesh of an animal, though eggs and dairy are exceptions providing the animals in question are very well-cared for and loved. It's no good trying to fool him - he can taste the difference very clearly and even the sweetest cakes that contains products from mistreated animals will taste as foul as though the entire thing was rotten.

[oculusxcaro]

What kind of food do they serve at Pauli's Diner? What does Khare find herself cooking during her shift?

Pauli's Diner serves classic 50's American cuisine! The menu is pretty extensive with retro classics like burgers and fries, steak, hot dogs, fried chicken, caesar salad, wings, pizza, pasta, basically your lunch time classics with a heavy focus on breakfast such as pancakes, waffles, french toast, eggs, bacon and other fried foods. There's pretty much everything you can think of and what self-respecting diner skips dessert? The milkshakes at Pauli's Diner are renowned as the best in Gotham, made with actual fruit and ice cold milk to give it that famous taste. Strawberry, chocolate, banana are all traditional favourites but Oreo, Peanut Butter and seasonal specials like Tropical (in Summer) or Pumpkin Spice (during Fall) are known to make appearances!

Working at night, Khare usually finds herself helping out in the kitchen if multiple meals require attention. Normally these are things like burgers, chicken, fish, pizza, often things that requires a little custom work (the gentleman at table three insisted on no pickles!) while the main night cook sees everyone gets served at the same time. Jerry's quick and efficient at his work but Gotham is busy even at night what with many night-time wanderers looking for a meal after (or before) work. More often than not, Khare is getting things ready for the breakfast rush, preparing batter for pancakes, baking muffins and preparing bagels (and other quick meals on the go) for early risers on their way to work around the city. Basically it's your hearty all-american fare that's not always the healthiest but certainly delicious and filling while being cheap enough to make it a favourite of many, be they poor or rich businessmen in too much of a hurry to cook their own breakfasts. The menu has classics not commonly found outside of the 50's diner theme but they do have a few twists such as a section for Soul Food as Jerry is AMAZING at cooking those dishes.

[problemsynth]

Briefly forgot the golden rule of just block them if they piss you off.

[leapdayowo]

“And I just think there’s a lot of nuance there about recognizing that there are ways for us to be in balance with nature, and that our environmentalism should respect that and push for sustainability over preserving “pristine” human-less landscapes. Removing ourselves from nature isn’t the answer.” 🙌🙌

You know what the most frustrating thing about the vegans throwing a fit over my “Humans aren’t Parasites” post is?  I really wasn’t trying to make a point about animal agriculture. Honestly, the example about subsistence hunting isn’t the main point. That post was actually inspired by thoughts I’ve been having about the National Park system and environmentalist groups.

See, I LOVE the National Parks. I always have a pass. I got to multiple parks a year. I LOVE them, and always viewed them as this unambiguously GOOD thing. Like, the best thing America has done. 

BUT, I just finished reading this book called “I am the Grand Canyon” all about the native Havasupai people and their fight to gain back their rights to the lands above the canyon rim. Historically, they spent the summer months farming in the canyon, and then the winter months hunter-gathering up above the rim. When their reservation was made though, they lost basically all rights to the rim land (They had limited grazing rights to some of it, but it was renewed year to year and always threatened, and it was a whole thing), leading to a century long fight to get it back. 

And in that book there are a couple of really poignant anecdotes- one man talks about how park rangers would come harass them if they tried to collect pinon nuts too close to park land- worried that they would take too many pinon nuts that the squirrels wanted. Despite the fact that the Havasupai had harvested pinon nuts for thousands and thousands of years without ever…like…starving the squirrels. 

There’s another anecdote of them seeing the park rangers hauling away the bodies of dozens of deer- killed in the park because of overpopulation- while the Havasupai had been banned from hunting. (Making them more and more reliant on government aid just to survive the winter months.) 

They talk about how they would traditionally carve out these natural cisterns above the rim to catch rainwater, and how all the animals benefitted from this, but it was difficult to maintain those cisterns when their “ownership” of the land was so disputed. 

So here you have examples of when people are forcibly separated from their ecosystem and how it hurts both those people and the ecosystem. 

And then when the Havasupai finally got legislation before Congress to give them ownership of the rim land back- their biggest opponent was the Parks system and the Sierra Club. The Sierra Club (a big conservation group here in the US) ran a huge smear campaign against these people on the belief that any humans owning this land other than the park system (which aims at conservation, even while developing for recreation) was unacceptable. 

And it all got me thinking about how, as much as I love the National Parks, there are times when its insistence that nature be left “untouched” (except, ya know, for recreation) can actually harm both the native people who have traditionally been part of those ecosystems AND potentially the ecosystems themselves. And I just think there’s a lot of nuance there about recognizing that there are ways for us to be in balance with nature, and that our environmentalism should respect that and push for sustainability over preserving “pristine” human-less landscapes. Removing ourselves from nature isn’t the answer. 

But apparently the idea that subsistence hunting might actually not be a moral catastrophe really set the vegans off.  Woopie. 

[snekdood]

tell me what im doing oh so wrong to warrant being treated like shit now or forever hold your peace bc im gonna not give a fuck after this. this is your go ahead to go ahead and send that hate anon you've always wanted to send. if its just you not liking me then just... fuck off? only genuine criticisms of my actions. go ahead. ill wait.

[worldsover]

Detonation Mechanism ft. Isa

20k words

It's cute, fluffy, love-at-first-sight romance with Isa, but it turns out the kitten is naughtier than she appears.

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She'll be just like the last one. And the one before that. The one before that. The pattern, you've done everything in your power to break it and have yet to do so successfully. You'd rather not meet her at all if it's going to be that way, but the pressure from your mutual friends to get together for a blind date is akin to trying to turn around a tank with grocery bags in hand. You don't know if it's the same for Isa, but she didn't exactly put up a fight to meet, either, and that worries you a little bit. All you knew about Isa was a list of allergies so extensive that it resembled a complex food import document. You were always complaining about eating out at the same five places, so you were at least looking forward to eating at the trendy vegan restaurant she suggested.

Waiting amidst the bustling pedestrian plaza nearby, you double-check for the time and address on your phone and scan the area again. In truth, you want to get this over with. The air is thick with noise—the roar of traffic, people chatting, a street busker playing her guitar under the shade of an awning across from where you wait. The sun glares down mercilessly and your eyes water without warning, the summer heat already leaving you parched. It feels as though the world itself doesn’t want you to find love.

A notification on your screen.

> "you here already?"

> "Yep!"

> "i'm by the sculpture! of the guy! you'll know it's me!"

You do. Or, you hope. Hope that Isa is the red-haired woman waving wildly and looking around.

As you wave back with more restraint, you smile, because how else can you respond to the warmth of the sun—oh, how quickly you change your tune. You smile because that's how you combat freezing up at her prettiness. On first impression, Isa is already the most stunning person you've ever seen. Her eyes become half-moons when she smiles brightly, and you happily melt under her gaze. But then, there are those jeans holding in her thighs, her tight shirt not holding back her smooth midriff. All in all, very cute. You liken her expressions to that of a feisty cat. You haven't stopped smiling; how can you?

The world wants you to find love.

You can't believe it when she hugs you like she's known you for years. Her perfume wafts into your nose, and she smells sweet, too sweet, like you'd probably go into anaphylactic shock if you kissed her—who's the allergic one now?

"Hi!" Isa gives you one last squeeze before releasing you. "Nice to meet you."

You sputter—great start. "Wow, hi. Nice to meet you too."

"I'm Isa." Her grin is like a curly bracket as she looks up at you, not even close to your height. Her lips are pouty, red like her hair, and it doesn't help that she's looking at you as though you were already boyfriend material. "It's a nickname."

You have to hold back from telling her that she's the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life. "Isa," you repeat, almost stupidly, but then get over yourself. "It suits you."

"Yeah? Thank you." Her eyes turn into half-moons again when she smiles and nods, looking as though she'll purr any second now.

"Hold on, let me guess. You look like a… Sumin."

She laughs out loud. "Oh my god."

You gasp. "Did I get it?"

"No, no, that's one of my best friend's names."

"Damn. I thought I figured you out."

"Nope. I'm Lee Chaeyoung. Nice to meet you." She offers her hand.

You shake it and tell her your name in turn. "So, ready to eat?"

Her smile widens. She takes your bicep in hand, again her innate familiarity surprising you. "This way," she says, squeezing your arm.

"I know, I know," you say.

"I'm glad you agreed to come here. I've only been once, but I love this place."

You're inclined to like the place as well—the atmosphere is bright and vibrant, and the energy is positive like everyone's in their element. The restaurant has large windows with shutters drawn up to let in a lot of sunlight and natural airflow. A large indoor tree sits by a seating area next to the windows, providing a nice feeling of nature indoors. The tables and chairs are all a light-colored wood that matches the decor. You'd never walk into this place by accident—this is clearly a hipster vegan joint meant for millennials who think they can live forever if they just eat the right plants—but with Isa by your side, you don't care.

You care. You haven't felt nerves like these for ages. You're blaming your stuttering on how difficult the menu is to read, but if you're being honest, her beauty is throwing you for a loop. You're afraid you'll misspeak or do something weird like accidentally spill some soup on her, or try to kiss her before you learn her name properly, or any number of other things that can go wrong on a first date.

Isa orders for the both of you as if she knows the menu inside and out (you have no reason to suspect she doesn't), and as soon as she starts talking, you hang onto every word. She sounds passionate about this place, which is so cute of her, so of course, you agree with what she chooses.

The dish that appears in front of you, ratatouille and spaghetti, comes as a surprise because you were more focused on Isa than paying attention to what you ordered. You're embarrassed. If you had one great property about you, it would be your ability to snall talk and bullshit; instead, you're all avoidant eyes and quiet eating. You don't want to reveal too much about yourself, how humdrum your work is, or how many hours you spend on YouTube or reading manga every day. But Isa, she's a force of nature that can't be held back by any of your defenses, and you can't remain so closed off for too long, what with her relentless teasing and prodding at all the right times. She has you smiling in minutes.

A woman of many passions, she talks at length about decorating her house, finding new artists to listen to, and recording vlogs for all the countries she's visited. You're on the topic of travel.  "No, I'm serious, there are some nice parks in Canada," you say.

"I could see that. I'm imagining somewhere remote, where the stars are visible and you can stand on top of a hill and breathe in the fresh, cool air." Isa takes in a deep breath as though to demonstrate. "Ooh, have you ever seen the aurora borealis? So pretty."

"Yeah," you say as you keep your eyes on her.

"Wait, you've been?" She's bouncing in her seat now.

You chuckle. "I did, once."

"I'm so jealous."

"It's a long drive, getting far enough from the city lights. Plus, you have to be lucky with the timing. But it's worth it."

"Can we go?" she asks, all sincere.

"Together? To Canada?" you ask.

Isa ducks her head. "Sorry, that's presumptuous, right?"

You pat her forearm. "No, it's okay. I didn't mean to make fun, that would be incredible to do. You really wanna go?"

"Eventually. If the stars align." Isa makes a dramatic face, as if winking but unable to get her other eye to cooperate and stay open.

You burst out laughing, attracting stares.

"What? What?" she asks.

But you keep laughing, and she can't help but join in. In that moment, there's something true and incomparable and fantastical about Isa, and whatever connection the two of you have. Her foot touches yours and neither of you move away. She meets your eyes, drawing you in closer. Every laugh. Every smile. Every quirk of her brow. Her beauty ensnares your attention like a well-laid trap. Beckons you to steal glances, toward her plump lips, her clear skin, the outline of her neck as she drinks from her glass, the graceful slope of her nose, the red hair that frames her face. Her legs, encased in tight denim that stretches beyond infinity, make you linger longer.

"I don't bite," she purrs, leans forward, offers a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. "Unless you want me to."

Your stomach drops. Whatever picture you had of Isa as a wholesome, innocent girl crumbles to pieces, in a good, groin-stirring, mouth-shutting way.

"Hey." Her hand touches your forearm. "I'm sorry if I'm coming on too strong. I'm having too much fun."

You clear your throat. "No, you're fine. More than fine." You squeeze her hand, admiring her delicate fingers and white-manicured nails. "I'm having fun with you too."

"Good! I guess we should, like, actually get to know each other though."

"Yeah," you reply, chuckling nervously. You first share the more basic biographical information: you're a few years older than her, but you agree to drop the formalities as though you were close friends already.

"Oh, by the way," you say, "I'm sorry."

She freezes up. "Sorry for what?"

"About all your allergies, I mean, chicken? Come on. I didn't even know that was a thing."

Isa laughs, and the more you hear her laugh, the more you want to tell jokes over and over just to hear it again. "Well, it's okay. I can just eat everything else. Like this ratatouille. It's really good."

You laugh with her. "Yeah, it is."

From there, it's easy to open up, talk more about yourself when she asks questions, to engage in small talk you wouldn't normally bother with. Just as with her hobbies, she wears many hats in her job, always busy doing something whether it's brand deals or graphic design or one of her million side projects. Somehow, she manages to make your life sound interesting with her unabashed sincerity. The more you ask about her interests, the more your own apathy toward dating seems silly and unfounded, a self-defeating cycle you've made worse by following it.

You're halfway through your meals when suddenly, Isa breaks the rhythm of the conversation with the question: "Why are you single?"

"What?" You snort. "Where did that come from?"

"Well," she begins, setting down her fork, "you're handsome, for one."

You hold back a gasp, not wanting to seem overly affected. "Thank you," you say in earnest, smiling bashfully.

"You're funny, and you're really good at making me feel comfortable with you." Once again, she squeezes your bicep, and more quietly, like admitting a secret, she adds, "And your body is nice. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

You're blushing, if not for her compliments, then for how adorable she looks being so transparent about how she feels. You decide to return the favor. "You're cute. Very cute. And I love your sense of style, especially the red hair, and how much fun we're having talking."

"Really?" Her eyes light up as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah," you say quietly. "I've never met anyone quite like you before."

"And I want to know more about you," she whispers. Isa leans forward and rests her elbows on the table, fingers laced together. "So, explain yourself, why you're single."

"Geez," you say, putting your hands up in defense, laughing again. "Okay, okay. Where to begin? I guess I haven't exactly had the best luck with dating."

She frowns. "Aww, I'm sorry. That's no good."

"I mean, it's tough, right? You have to meet new people and try to get to know them and they might turn out to be terrible dates who dump you in public or ghost you." You laugh, but it's mostly forced. "Or even worse, there are the friends that you dated and then had to stop being friends with because the relationship just didn't work out, and you have no one to hang out with on weekends. And now I sound like a loser."

"Hey, it's not like that." She squeezes your arm. "So you don't bother with dating as much, right? Well, that's understandable, especially after those bad experiences."

You appreciate her empathy; it helps to put your worries into words that feel more grounded, as though your concerns were normal rather than yours alone. "Right, but it doesn't help when people ask why I don't have a girlfriend, as if having a significant other is the only important relationship in your life. As though that's all that matters." You realize you're ranting too much and try to rein yourself in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to lay it on you so thick."

But Isa is already leaning into your arm. "Don't be sorry. It makes me feel better about myself to hear that other people have their own problems they have to deal with." She pauses. "If you're comfortable sharing, what happened before this?"

You straighten up. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

So you do. Tell her about the failures, the heartbreak, how your ex was still in your friend group after the breakup. You shouldn't. This is the exact sort of first-date taboo that should be avoided at all costs. But she listens. She truly listens, and she understands. It feels good, to be heard by someone so receptive. There's a relief in getting it all off your chest, an intimacy in sharing secrets—and it helps that she's more attractive than any other woman you've met.

You've never taken so long eating such a simple dish.

After finishing up your meal, the mood to something light-hearted, and Isa asks if you want some… She's leaning forward, once more showing off her breasts in her crop top, and you stare in awe. She watches you take in every detail, and slowly, seductively, slightly, parts her mouth open. You blink rapidly and force yourself to meet her gaze.

"I said, you want some vegan ice cream?"

"Sure. We can, um, split it." You swallow.

Like nothing happened, she orders the creamy delight and as you tuck into the shared bowl, she savors each spoonful with slow, tantalizing movements of her tongue. Desire surges in your lower regions, and you attempt to adjust yourself subtly.

Isa flashes a provocative smile. "It's okay to look, you know?"

That ice cream must taste really good for her, how deliciously she's sucking on it. Your mind wanders. How might her lips taste, feel, upon yours, upon your neck, upon your chest, down? Shuddering at the thought, you clumsily shove a large scoop of the frozen treat into your mouth, only to regret it as your brain tries to make sense of the contrasting temperature.

When your face contorts from the chill, Isa laughs, and then she seems to catch herself; her eyes go wide. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. I swear, I don't act this way with people I just met. But, it, you know, feels natural with you for some reason. Maybe you bring out the animal in me. Or, err…"

You clear your throat. "No, it's okay. It's hot. Actually, no, it's not okay, don't bring animals into this restaurant."

Isa laughs—another success, another tug at your heart. Her legs graze yours under the table until every nerve ending is on fire; you and Isa end up having a side competition under the table, both of you taking turns touching the other, to see who can make the other react first.

Isa wins.

Her cheeks flush red and you can't stop glancing at her parted lips.

Music. You were talking about… "You said you like R&B, right?" you ask. "You have a really nice voice for it. Ever consider singing?"

"Actually, I've thought about it," she says, straightening up in her chair. "I even took some lessons in high school. They said I could've been big, you know?"

Picturing Isa on stage is easy; she'd have a million followers. "That's really cool," you say. "Maybe you could sing me a song sometime."

"Maybe. But I might need to be in a more comfortable setting. Like, maybe my home or yours." She winks and your stomach drops again. She is toying with you and it's working, maybe too well. The anticipation of her flirty touches has you wanting more and more, the sexual tension building each time her foot or her hand brushes against yours. It feels like she's already undressing you with her eyes.

"That sounds good," you say.

"Yeah," Isa says, "we could do karaoke, drink a bit if you're down for that."

"You have any more talents or is a million hobbies not enough for you?"

"I also learned dance too. I still do that actually, I'm in a club."

You scoff. "Seriously, what are you doing here instead of performing? You could literally be the top idol, right now."

Isa shrugs. "That's just life. Sometimes, we don't get what we want. But then better things come along. And you get to eat ice cream with them." She laughs again, so carefree and happy—and so sexy that it's hard not to feel confident around her. "You're a pretty good thing, if I do say so myself."

You contemplate Isa's sudden musing. "I'd be your biggest fan, trust me."

"But, you know," Isa says, "I could teach you a thing or two about dancing too."

You imagine Isa dancing with you, her body pressing against yours. It's a delightful thought. Unfortunately: "I'm pretty much a fish out of water when it comes to anything involving coordination. Mmm, maybe one day. I can try and surprise you."

"It's okay. Everyone's gotta start somewhere. Or, you can watch me." Her lips curl up. "I like showing off sometimes." Eating her last bite of ice cream, a large dollop falls onto the bare skin between her neck and clavicle, its white and creamy and sticky nature reminding you of how it'd be to leave a warmer mark there. A streak of desire runs through your body, and you almost feel bad at the sudden urge to lick it off her skin. Instead, Isa whimpers at the cold sensation while her fingers scoop up the excess and pop into her mouth, sucking each digit clean.

"I see that," you reply, voice strained, and look away.

How Isa is able to move on from that so easily, you don't know. Your shirt feels too tight on your shoulders, and you shift in your seat to adjust your trousers.

You call the server over for the check—just in time to save you from your horniness—and Isa thanks you with a peck on your cheek that has you almost melting into her arms. The moment your card is swiped and the receipt signed, she takes your hand in hers as though she never wants to let go.

There's a crowd of people outside, bunches of people coming in and out of restaurants and stores, a group of college students dancing to some choreography, but you feel like you and Isa are in your own bubble.

"Thank you for tonight," she whispers in your ear, as the streets are getting loud with all the people. She's warm, and her breath is warm, and her smile is warm, and every moment makes you feel warm. Isa looks at you like she's feeling the same way, clinging to your arm and to your every word and to the promises of more dates.

You continue to sneak glances, ensure you're not dreaming. The setting sun peeks out behind the skyscrapers, shining light onto her bright skin—she may be an angel in her radiance; you’ve never told anyone that on the first date because a pickup line like that would be too cheesy, but you have to tell her anyway. (“Seriously? Fell from what? Ugh!” She rolls her eyes but with a huge smile on her face. Nothing could be more precious.) You didn't realize otherworldly beauty even existed outside of the internet or the cinema, but somehow, it just ended up on your lap for the price of a vegan entrée and some wine.

As you walk through a nearby urban park, Isa squeezes your hand. "I'm kinda surprised."

"About?" You tilt your head.

"How well this is going. I didn't think blind dates were supposed to go this well."

"So this is your first one?" You nudge her with a playful shoulder. "Lucky. So, you wanna do anything else?"

"Do you?"

You scan the shops, assessing your options. There's a stationery store, a convenience mart, and a plethora of designer boutiques far exceeding your pay grade. "Whatever you feel like." Well, hopefully not the latter.

"Let's go there." Isa points to the stationary shop and drags you there.

You browse the aisles, letting go of her hand to flip through the pages of a journal. Isa decides to get herself some notebooks—one covered in red roses and a kitten in shades of pink. You scan the shelves and notice a book on calligraphy and pull it out. After shuffling some items around, you find some pencil grips and grab them for yourself, then find Isa in the pen and pencils section.

"Cute." Though looking at the things she's holding, you're not talking about them.

"Oh, thanks." She shifts the books in her arms and pokes you on the side. "There are some markers and pencils with kittens on them, maybe you can give it as a gift to a friend."

"You can just say you want them. It seems you've got a whole theme going on there. You don't even have a cat," you tease.

She sighs loudly. "No, don't remind me. I wish I could have one so bad."

"I'm more of a dog person," you say, "but kittens aren't half bad."

"Hmph. Kittens are so cute though." Her pout is even more adorable. "Kittens are small, furry, warm."

"And lazy. Mean. Cranky," you counter.

Isa swats your arm. "Noo, they aren't."

With the kitten pencils and markers now secured in your shopping bag, you exit the stationary store and head to the convenience store nearby. After a few minutes of browsing and chatting, you leave with two bags of snacks and drinks. You offer to help carry her bags home, and the two of you are on a bus.

Isa leans her head on your shoulder as she places a hand on your thigh. "Thanks again for tonight."

"Any time," you say, grabbing her hand. "So, uh, are you free next week?"

She shakes her head, looking apologetic. "No, I'm leaving on a camping trip with some friends."

"Ah, that sounds like fun." Your heart sinks. "Well, how about when you get back?"

"Of course! I'll text you as soon as I'm home."

"Okay, great." You don't know what else to say because all you're thinking about is how much you'll miss her. And the ride seems too short for your liking. The two of you are still holding hands, and it feels as if your hands are made for each other: her fingers are warm and delicate as they intertwine with yours, her touch gentle and tender, and everything you never knew you wanted.

"My stop's coming up," Isa says reluctantly.

"I'll walk you home." You pat the bags in your other hand. "These snacks will be useful later."

"Yeah? Okay."

Isa leads the way to her apartment. Her neighborhood is cozy; the streets are lined with small houses, bakeries and cafes, and a playground.

When you reach the entrance of the building, you hand Isa her bags of stuff, not wanting to let go of her hand.

"Thanks for going out with me today," you say. "I hope we can do this again soon."

Isa doesn't let go of your hand either. "I hope so too."

The moment stretches on, neither of you wanting to be the first to leave, but your heart won't stop beating out of your chest. You finally let go of her hand to place them in your pockets, looking elsewhere, anywhere but her eyes. Her red lips call to you.

Isa looks around—there's no one outside at this hour, the sky darkening and stars beginning to dot the sky. She bites her lip—god, how you'd love to bite down on her plump lips, kiss those curves on her face and body until she was left squirming and moaning on her bed. She takes your face in her hands, stands on tiptoes, leans in close to you, and kisses your cheek. Your heart stops. You turn to look at her, stunned by how forward she was, by how good that felt, and oh—now, her lips are on yours. Your head is spinning: her mouth tastes like honey and mint and every flower in the world; she's pulling you down and closer to her while her other hand wraps around your waist; she's whimpering as you pull her body flush against yours by her hip and ass, kissing her back fiercely, deeper and deeper—

You're left wanting more as she pulls away, swaying from side to side. Her hand reaches to stroke your face. You're dazed and speechless.

Isa giggles. "We should do this again. I really enjoyed myself. I hope you did too."

"Yeah," you say, your voice cracking slightly. "I definitely did."

"Okay. Bye bye!" She waves with a warm smile and then runs into the building before you can say anything else.

You've only just met her, but somehow the world is darker again, like you're reminded that it's nighttime.

A text.

> "you could've kissed me sooner :p"

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The weekend zooms by, and the week lurches forward like a train coming out of the station, slow and dragging until it gradually builds up momentum as the minutes fly by. You wonder where Isa is right now as you sit at your desk at work. You wonder if she's thinking about you the way you're thinking about her. Your coworkers pry about what's making you smile, and you can only be honest—that there's a woman who's made you feel alive for the first time in a long time. Meanwhile, you're forced to endure smug, self-congratulatory remarks from Sullyoon about getting you and Isa together. But you don't mind the jests and good-natured ribbing if it means you get to daydream about Isa for hours on end.

Only when you get home after a long day of work that you realize how far along she's gotten under your skin because you haven't been this distracted in years. She's a very well-formed fantasy: you picture making dinner for her, so you're learning vegan recipes, and cutting out everything from soy to eggs—it's no sacrifice when it's all for her. But your imagination ends up taking other shapes too, her sex appeal oozing out of every pore and action between the cuteness. You'd take her apart with your tongue—and fingers, too—before putting her back together again with your dick. When it feels as though you've lost your focus forever, your mind has never been clearer. Every night, you're thinking of Isa before you fall asleep, dreaming of her in bed with you—holding her tight until the sun peeks through the curtains—

> "hi, hi, i'm back. you free right now?"

You answer the text immediately, despite it coming after midnight.

> "heyy, i'm free"

> "cool! i'm at home right now, wanna come over?"

> "sure, omw"

> "great! see you soon!"

Riding the subway, the hum of electricity and chatter fills your ears, and you wish this were a bullet train instead. When you knock, your hands are clammy and your stomach is twisting itself into knots.

The door swings open. There she is. Your eyes drink her in, radiant Isa clad in snug black yoga pants and a loose tank top, crimson hair falling down her shoulders like lava from a volcano. There's your fantasy, your plaguing distraction, your obsession. Whatever you were feeling hasn't gone anyway: everything that was there was real, made more concrete at the sight of her.

You don't really know her, but it feels as though you've missed her so much already.

Isa doesn't say anything. Simply steps closer, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes full of want, and wraps her arms around your shoulders. Your hands roam over her ass and cup it gently while her mouth presses into you. You both sigh into the kiss, and she tugs on your lower lip, sucking and nipping on it. The door clicks shut behind you.

"Hey," you breathe out after finally breaking the kiss. "That was—"

Isa's tongue flicks your lips. "Is it okay if we keep doing that?" Her voice is like silk on your ears. "Please?"

Because the silk forms a web made to ensnare you, you oblige, pulling her close again to recapture her mouth. She's intoxicating, her taste—like strawberries dipped in dark chocolate—her body—soft skin and sweet perfume—and most of all, her sighs—the cutest little creature in need as your tongues glide over each other. Then you move down to give her neck a peck, and she arches up against you.

"I missed you," Isa sighs out.

You groan softly at that. You're in her home, cozy, warm, and familiar, with the soft light of a candle casting gentle shadows on the walls and scenting the air with a floral aroma.

"I literally texted you the moment I got home," she adds. "Sorry if I had to make you rush here."

"Don't worry about it," you reply, placing a kiss on her collarbone. "I couldn't wait to see you."

"Really?" She beams.

"Of course."

She lets go of your shoulders and leads you to the couch. "I'm sure you wanted to plan a real date, and I want that too, but... I really wanted to kiss you again."

"Well, I can't say no to that," you say.

"We'll have plenty of time for dates later. Let's just watch something on TV," she says, eyes crinkled, and you decide that you are honestly fine with whatever Isa wants.

The two of you curl up on one side of the couch, your arm wrapped around her shoulders and hers around your waist, and she turns on some show about a guy who owns a farm or something. Naturally, your distraction returns, made tangible and real as she sits by your side. You can't stop thinking about what's underneath her clothes, what she'll look like after you make her come over and over again.

Isa glances at you, then back at the TV, then back to you. "What?" she asks.

"Just looking at you," you confess as you cup her cheek. "You're so beautiful that I can’t stop."

"You, you're so, ugh, I can't..."

"But I mean it, sincerely." You point at the cat notebook on the table. "You're like that cute kitten, curled up in me."

She scoffs, pushing the notebook aside and swatting your shoulder. "Yah, you're so cheesy." But there's still a smile on her face, so you'll take that as a victory.

As the two of you watch the show, or at least attempt to, neither of you is truly there in spirit. Isa is playing with your fingers, eyeing you like she wants to devour you; your hands stroke her shoulder as if to silently communicate your desire for something more than talking or watching TV; your faces are angled toward each other rather than the television. Your touch ventures lower, toward her sides, then her thighs, and you massage them through the fabric of her pants.

"Your hands. So warm," she says as she takes one of your hands into her own and kisses the center of your palm. "So firm, and strong. It's nice." 

There are photos on the walls of Isa with whom you assume are family and friends, as well as some art from artists you don't recognize. As you suspected, there are plenty of cat-related objects scattered about, an entire corner of the bookshelf filled with picture books, figurines of cats and dogs and other cute animals on every shelf. In addition to that notebook you bought her, you also spot the pencils on a table next to her laptop. There's a mug next to that one, with a cat printed on its side.

Isa nuzzles into your neck, staring at you. There's something about her demeanor that makes her seem more shy and unsure of herself than before. Her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, trying to sneak their way underneath while she strokes your cheek with the other hand.

It's not just her home. She is a cat.

Isa is a cat in how she purrs when you scratch behind her ears just right. In how she arches against your body with every brush of your fingertips against her neck. In how she paws at your shoulders, begging for more and more attention, leaning in for gentle, affectionate kisses to her nose. In how she rubs herself against you like she knows what it does to you. In how she mewls when your palms come down to caress her lower back, then squeezes her ass. Isa, in your arms, is the sort of pet that makes you want to spoil her all the time. You're not sure what you did in a past life to deserve a creature so magnificent and adorable and sexy and sweet and lovable.

You call her as she is. "Kitten." It comes out your mouth like a reflex, like a message to yourself more than anything.

A small gasp escapes her lips, and she looks up at you with wide eyes.

Your thumb brushes along her jawline. "It really suits you."

"Again," she pleads.

You whisper "Kitten" again, this time deeper.

Isa shivers and exhales weakly, her hand reaching for yours in a desperate grip. "One more."

"Kitten." You chuckle to yourself, in disbelief, in awe; how could a woman be… "So cute. Kitten. Kitten." Your lips follow your thumb on her jaw. "You like when I say that?"

"Oh, oh, fuck. Yeah. How... how do you know just what to say to me? How to touch me? No one's ever treated me like this before. I've been thinking about you. Especially when I was out in the woods. I was with my friends and it was fun, but..." She pauses, trying to find the right words.

You squeeze her waist. "It's okay, I'm listening."

Isa nods, biting her lip. "I just felt like I needed to see you again. Like something was missing. And when I got home, I just wanted to meet you again. I know it sounds stupid, we just met."

"No, it's not stupid," you say. "I feel the same way. I swear. More, to be honest."

"Okay, good—hngh." Isa gasps as your lips find their way to her neck, and the taste of her soft skin leaves you hungry for more. "Oh, fuh... you see? You make me feel so, so good, oh my god. I wasn't sure if it was just the mood of that date, but no, it's you, it's definitely you."

Her hand sneaks back under your shirt and caresses your bare torso. But then she stops herself, pushing you back.

"You okay?" you ask and then wait patiently for her to calm down.

"This isn't like me," she says. "Or at least, it hasn't been in a long time, or maybe ever. I don't know why I'm acting like this with you, someone I just met."

As she moves her hands restlessly, you reach for them and hold them tightly in yours. "I understand. And I don't mind at all," you say.

Isa looks down at her lap. "It's just… I feel like I can trust you completely. Even though we just met, it feels like we've known each other forever."

"I'll admit, I'm also a little confused," you confess.

"Yeah," she whispers.

"But… I'm all in. I don't care."

A silent peace of acceptance falls between the two of you.

Isa breaks the silence with a shattering statement even if so quiet as to let the world's hum speak over her. "This, this is going to lead to us having sex, right?" Quieter: "I want this. Do you?"

You do. You want it. You want it more than you want any other woman in this city, hell, maybe in the world. You want to know what it feels like to hold Isa tight while you slide into her, what her cries sound like when you fill her, what it would be like to hold her in your arms after fucking her. You want this gorgeous face right next to yours, her hair tickling your face while you're trying to sleep, waking up to a sweet smile. morning kisses. You want her on top of you, taking your cock, her perfect breasts bouncing as she rides you; to be under her with your mouth between her thighs. You want her body against yours, for you to make her dinner, to go shopping with, to sleep next to on the sofa every night.

If there were one last thing you wanted in your life, then it's Isa. You can only nod, dumbfoundedly.

She smiles, then giggles, and you can't help but join in on her giddiness. "Good. Okay. Yeah. Obviously." Isa turns to look you in the eyes. "I've been doing some thinking. And, um, I want to do this, but, I have one rule."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"When you cum, I want you to cum inside me."

Your mouth falls open.

She stammers, her face turning an even deeper shade of crimson, "I'm on the pill, and I don't like condoms, and I just... I've always wanted to feel a guy cum inside of me. And you're so fucking hot and sexy, and I just want it so bad."

Your heart pounds faster and faster, the same way Isa speaks faster and faster.

"I want you to fuck me. Like an animal. And I want you to breed me. I want you to fill me up with your seed while you call me kitten and good girl and..." After she trails off, she buries her face in her hands. "I can't believe I just said all that."

Cup her cheek and stroke it with your thumb. "It's okay." You nod, and you nod harder as if your acceptance is growing immediately. "Yeah, I can do that for you. You've been thinking a lot about this, haven't you?"

"That's an understatement," she admits. "It's crazy. I shared a tent with three friends, and while they were sleeping, I was touching myself. Rubbing my thighs, my hand down my pants. Thinking about you. You're so... I don't know." She shakes her head, unable to find the words to capture the intensity. "And I've been just going crazy trying to figure out why."

"You figure it out?" she asks.

"Yeah, kinda," she says "I guess it's nothing so complicated, and it's nothing I haven't already said... it's how you look at me, how you talk to me like there's nothing else that matters, how you make me feel safe and wanted. And yeah, all that on top of you being really handsome too. It feels nice."

You choke back your response. It feels like you should have something more meaningful to say in response to all of this, but no matter how hard you try, only banalities come to mind.

"I probably need help or something—"

You put your fingers over her mouth. "Stop. Listen, please." You lift her chin to meet her gaze again. "I love how open you are about all this. I don't know if I could even be this honest with myself. Not without you."

Isa exhales in relief, while her body relaxes against yours. "Thank you. I was so worried you’d think I was a freak or something."

"No way. I think it's incredibly sexy." And now that you're talking honesty. "I think I get what happened. It happened to me too."

"What's that?"

"Love at first sight."

Isa blinks, then bursts into laughter and hits your shoulder. "You're such a dork!" She shakes her head but continues to laugh heartily, eyes crinkled and flashing beautifully.

"But doesn't that describe this?"

Isa smirks and leans her head on your shoulder. "Maybe." She pokes your chest with a finger. "Honestly? Yeah. It does. I felt that, too. God, it's so stupid, right?" She laughs again, this time pressing her face into your chest. "We're seriously screwed, huh?"

"Yeah," you say gently. "We are."

Isa grabs your shirt and tilts her head upwards so that she can look at you again. "Like, who even does this?"

She leans towards you, closes her eyes, and kisses you with a gentle passion and small noises.

You run a hand down her back as the other cradles the back of her head. She groans softly into your lips, then parts them with her tongue as she sits up straighter.

"You and me," you say. "This is the kind of shit that happens when you meet your soulmate."

Her eyes fly open, and you chuckle. "Shut up! Stop!"

"If we're gonna be screwed, let's be screwed together."

"What even are you saying right now? You're so... mmm!" Isa lets out a strangled cry as your lips travel downward, planting light kisses on her jawline, her neck, and the crease between her neck and shoulder, before clamping onto the sweet flesh of her shoulder and sucking.

"I'll take care of you, I promise." Your kisses pause a moment, which earns a whimper from Isa as you look up at her.

Once more the silence falls over the two of you like a thick veil. This moment feels like forever, but in the whole history of forever, it has only just begun, too fast for you to comprehend.

"Please tell me to stop, or slow down if you need to," you say. "Whenever you feel uncomfortable, or don't like something I do, just tell me, okay?"

Isa nods. "Of course. Just…"

You don't remember when the two of you started slouching on the couch, or when you put your hand down your pants, or when she started rubbing her palm over her crotch. Your cock has been stiff this whole time, or that a wet spot has formed on her yoga pants. Her juices stain the fabric enough that you can see the outline of her pussy. You and Isa's hands move in unison, eye contact steadfast.

"So you like when I call you Kitten?" you ask.

She whines as she continues to rub her cunt. "Mhm!"

"I'll make sure to do it a lot. Call you good girl too."

"Ohmygod, fuck." Her other hand clutches her chest, pinching the nipple hardening through her tank top.

By now, you're so hard it's painful like it needs to escape or you'll die in the prison of your pants. "You're such a good girl. I love seeing you like this, kitten."

Her whimpers increase in pitch; the shape of her pussy is more pronounced; her pants are soaked to the touch. She's so wet you can smell it, the scent only furthering your lust. "I need it." Isa shuffles into your lap, ready to straddle and kiss you.

You pull back and grab her by the shoulders, turning her around to face the TV like you're a mere extension of the couch.

Isa whimpers. "What?"

Already, you find yourself slipping into your role, guided by your instincts. "You can be patient, can't you? You've been gone for a whole week. What's another ten minutes or however long is left in this show? Trust me."

"Fine." Isa pouts and crosses her arms and leans back against your chest. "I'll wait."

The two of you resume watching the show, and you have certainly missed what was going on because now they're in space or something. Isa wiggles her ass, and you squeeze her hips to still her movements. You're not sure who's being teased more here: your erection might break through your pants, and Isa seems to be on the brink of something with her sighs, with her thighs pressing together.

You whisper her new pet name Kitten in her ear; in response, she mouths out all sorts of names, Daddy, Sir, Owner, or Master. Each one sounds lovely falling off her tongue. With your chin on her shoulder, you intersperse lazy pecks on her cheek or neck.

As the current show about animal husbandry or astronomy or the world ending or whatever comes to a close, Isa leans back, and her earlobe grazes your lips. When you give a gentle nip, she sucks in her breath, and her hand goes to her mouth to contain a tiny yelp.

"Not too loud," you say, gentle but stern.

"Please, please"—her voice cracking—"I can't wait."

"You've done so well." You kiss her jaw. "What a good girl. What do you want?"

"I want to taste you. Please?"

"Yeah? Alright, you've been patient enough. You can have your treat, kitten."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Isa clambers off your lap, and then kneels between your legs, grabs your waistband; your cock springs up in front of her face. Her eyes go wide enough that the whites of her eyes are visible around her irises, and her mouth hangs open. Her fingers curl around you. "You're bigger than I imagined."

You must have an insufferable smirk on your face because she's already frowning and playfully swatting you. But just as quickly, lust washes over her features, her eyes narrowing. Isa's gaze is rapt as she strokes you with a feather-light touch, exploring your length with her palms, savoring the skin stretched over hardened steel. "What did you imagine?" you ask.

"About how you'd feel in my hand, in my mouth... in my pussy." She strokes you slowly, almost like petting a small animal.

"Did you think about me filling you up when you were on your camping trip?" You caress her cheek with your hand and run your thumb along her plump lower lip. "Did you picture me breeding you while you rubbed your clit?"

"Yeah. And I imagined you'd be big too. But this..." Isa becomes motionless, and she doesn't break eye contact with your dick.

"Enjoying the view?"

She nods.

"Show me how much then."

Isa closes her eyes and rubs her cheek against your length. She licks your cockhead, swirls over the crown, and dips into the slit. A kiss at the base of your cock, then another halfway down, and another at the very tip, all in that order and the reverse order and every other possible combination—she plants them all in the span of a few dizzying moments. With half-closed eyes somehow still focused on the task at hand, Isa mouths in the general region of your cock without actually sucking it. Not enough. Nowhere close to where you need to be. Just like the first date, Isa is so deeply aware of the effect she has on you, and yet playing at oblivious innocence and naivety. She's a cat playing with its food, but that makes sense because she is a cat.

You take a fistful of her hair, tug firmly, and let out a soft growl.

With a dribble of spit and precum on her chin, her gaze turns up, eyes wide with wonder. "S-sorry. I wanted to kiss it because it's so pretty."

"And I thought I was being a tease. Come on." You grab her by the chin and press your thumb into her bottom lip. "I thought you wanted to taste me."

"Yeah! Of course, I do." Isa nods. She wipes her chin with her arm, and with your other hand, you point your cock at her face.

"Open wide."

Her tongue lolls out. "Aahhh."

Rub the head of your dick along her lips, and Isa captures it with her mouth to suck. She hums contentedly, slurps on the crown while stroking with her palm. She drags her pursed lips down your shaft like she's worshiping vegan ice cream on a spoon. Isa bobs back and forth, careful at first but quickly gaining momentum and depth. Never once does she break eye contact, so eager to please you, to do good for her new owner. She's the perfect kitten.

You pet your kitten. "That's a good girl."

Simple words, simple touches, but they make Isa whimper into your cock. Her fingers work frantically beneath her waistband while she services you. The sound of her pussy's wetness is almost as loud as the sloppy noises of her blowjob.

"Thih, cock, sgooh," she mumbles on your dick. She spits you out, a long string of saliva trailing from her tongue to your dick, and then she smiles up at you like the happy little cat she is. "So good. I shouldn't have waited this long. I wish I'd done this on our first date."

You groan. "You would've done that? On our first date?"

"Mhmm!" Her tongue pokes out between her lips. "You didn't notice me teasing you the whole time? I swear I was being really obvious. And I was so turned on because of you."

"Yeah? Well, you made me feel like I could barely breathe around you, I was so fucking hot for you." 

"I know it makes me a slut—"

"No, it doesn't. If it's because of me... you know... soulmates..."

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Even if you're being silly." She smirks. "You don't have a problem with a slutty kitten though, do you?"

"Of course not."

Isa lets out a satisfied sigh and begins pumping your cock again. "Good. Because I would've gone under the table and blown you then and there if you asked."

"You're wild."

"You make me wild," she counters. She plants kisses along your shaft as she fondles your balls, her other hand still busy in her pants. "Or even when we walked through that alleyway. Do you remember? You were following me to my apartment and I swear I could feel your eyes on my ass."

You chuckle. "You weren't wrong. It's such a nice ass."

"Thank you!" In between words, she licks your sack with broad tongue swathes. "But when we got to the alley, I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me from behind. Or push me against the wall and fuck me. Or just shove me to my knees and fuck my mouth until you filled my belly with cum."

You grab her hair again and pull her away. "Hah. It'll be my pleasure to keep you well fed. But, as hot as that sounds, I think we should save that for another day."

As much as you want to continue this conversation, and as much as you want to hear Isa tell you all of her filthy little fantasies while she strokes you and pleases you and praises you, there's something more that's been occupying your mind: the pussy that's been drenching her clothes and making her moan into your cock with every stroke of her fingers.

"You said you had a rule for me. What was it again?" you ask.

Isa takes her hand out of her pants, leaving behind a damp stain on her pants, and licks them clean, like cleaning a mess of vegan ice cream—the image stuck with you quite profoundly—two fingers in her mouth, in and out, in and out, over and over until she finally pulls them out with a wet pop. "Oh yeah, that. I was having such a good time I forgot. But I… I just need it inside me so bad. I've been craving it forever. I can't believe how horny I am."

"That's not all you said though. You wanted me to do something for you, right?"

"Yeah. Right. I want to..." She falters as if the words have become foreign to her at this moment. Isa opens her mouth, closes it, opens it again, and closes it again before finally spitting them out: "I want to feel you cum inside me."

"That's it." You grab her hand. "I'm not just going to cum inside you though. I'm going to breed you. I'm going to make sure your womb is nice and full of my cum. How does that sound?"

"Yeah." Isa nods, nods harder, and ramps up until you see her happier than she's ever been before; she practically melts into your arms as she gets up and plants a kiss on your lips. "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom."

It is much like you imagined: like the rest of her house, thoroughly decorated, a safe space with all sorts of cute trinkets and animal memorabilia, a plush rug on the floor, and a huge bed covered with a soft blanket, all in soft pastels. But a home is not a home without its pet: Isa lays down on her back and rubs her legs together, your dick still at attention for her.

You unbutton your shirt; she likewise divests herself of her clothing—her tank top rises to expose a bit of her flat stomach, she twists when taking off her bra, her breasts fall free, and she peels off her pants with such a slow deliberation that you can't tell if it's for show or if she's simply so aroused that it's painful to move. Her body is slim in the right places but with plenty to squeeze, her thighs and tits soft like marshmallows.

"Daddy," she purrs in response, patting the sheets.

"My turn to taste you."

You climb onto the bed and kneel between Isa's legs. You trace the contours of her thighs, loving how her nipples stiffen at your touch, how she squirms when your hands come too close to her dripping slit. Your fingers graze against the slick skin of her inner thigh, then brush lightly over her outer lips and clit and inner folds, then find their way back to your own lips, where you can't resist licking them clean, tasting your kitten—bitter yet sweet, salty yet fragrant—and Isa writhes in wanton display before you.

"Please. I want you inside me." Isa whines like a kitten in distress, and you plan on taking care of her distress now and always.

You lift her by the hips and shimmy under her body so that she straddles your face. "This first."

Once you steady Isa above you, your tongue flicks against the swollen bud of nerve endings; Isa cries out your name at the first touch. Then, you're licking away, lapping at her wetness that trickles down your throat. Her pussy lips are plump like the ones on her mouth; her clit is just as red as her lips as you pull the hood back with a finger and flick your tongue faster. Her body is still, frozen in rapture. Grab her ass. Push her closer. As you nuzzle into her folds, she leans forward, pressing her face to your hip, while hands grip your thighs and nails dig into your skin.

"Fuck! Daddy! So good," she squeals. "Ahh! Right there. Ohmygod, you're amazing at this. I can't even think... oh fuck!" Isa squeezes tighter around your head, which can't bother you one bit. You feel her warm and heavy weight on you, her body taut above you, and her breaths on your crotch are equally hot as the air around you. You can hear her muffled voice, though it's impossible to tell what she's saying from how much she's slurring her words and drooling onto your legs.

So you stop, wipe her juices from your face, and say, "What was that?"

"C-can I taste you too?" She looks back at you with wide, innocent eyes. "While you eat me out, can I suck your cock? Please? It looks so yummy."

"Hmm." You pretend to consider her offer for a moment and stroke the small of her back with your hands. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Isa kisses your leg, lapping up the mess she made, before pecking her way toward your cock. Just when you take another lick, her lips wrap around your shaft.

"Fuck," you curse when Isa starts bobbing her head on your cock again. You push your middle finger into her entrance to feel her walls squeeze around it and then press your mouth against her clit with renewed vigor. You start to hear and feel the gags she's making as she chokes on your cock—you wonder how far she'll go if she can take it down her throat.

Nothing distracts you from your delicious treat—you run the flat of your tongue across Isa's outer folds before switching to short licks inside of her, all while savoring the juices that dribble down your face. Her pussy tastes wonderful, a musty sweetness that is as addictive as a drug and just as hard to ignore. The moans that rumble in her throat and echo around your shaft—she is everything. You want to eat Isa's pussy every day, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. (Does this count as vegan?) As your fingers work feverishly in tandem with your tongue, your hips thrust reflexively into her mouth. She pushes down as if she's trying to impale herself on your dick—until finally, finally, the tip hits the back of her throat. You've never been with a woman who took you so deep so quickly. Here she is managing it without an issue. She was made for this. Your kitten.

Isa pulls back and cries out: "Oh fuck, Daddy, please!" And it's not just that she's gasping for air because of your length: her body goes rigid while her legs squeeze you tight. With a shuddering cry, her juices gush out onto your face while you continue licking and drinking, all the way through the tail end of her climax.

When the trembling dies down, she collapses, body limp atop yours. While aftershocks rock her, two of your fingers slip into her entrance to tease out every bit of her pleasure, curling to find and push that spot deep inside. A third finger eases in, her pussy tender and pliable with arousal, and you can tell that Isa can barely move from how overstimulated she is; yet, when you pull your digits out, Isa whimpers at the emptiness. She nuzzles against your hip, eyes shut tight, and a grin like she's in a dream.

"That's it, kitten," you say. "That's what you deserve."

Isa lets out a cute, pleased noise. "I've never... not like that... I've never felt like that before." Biting her lip, she gazes at your still-erect member, close enough for her warm breath to tickle it. "D-Did you cum? I didn't feel you in my mouth."

"Not yet, kitten. Don't worry." You pat your cockhead against her cheek and nose. "You did such a good job. But I still want to fill you up like I promised."

"Good." She rolls off of you, then curls up on her side and bats her lashes at you. "I'm, um, I'm really, really sensitive now... But, also, I also need your dick inside me. Please."

"Okay, kitten." You sit up on the bed and whisper in her ear, "But only because you said please so nicely."

Isa's legs wrap around you like she's done this a hundred times before. Her eyes are so tender and sweet; it's almost enough to make you want to give up and hold her to your chest forever and forget about sex and cuddles. Almost.

You lay her down in the middle of the bed, a princess, a beloved pet, an object of your desire and adoration. She spreads herself for you, displaying her raw pussy lips and erect clit—she must be desperate for your cock to still be this swollen and needy after such a thorough orgasm. Like a test, you slap your shaft against Isa's pussy, earning a gasp as her body jerks upward in response. "I'm going to breed you, just like you asked."

"Yes," she says, with the widest, most joyful smile on her face while crossing her heels behind your back. "Fill me up with your cock, Daddy. I'm waiting."

"It'll hurt a little though." You thrust slowly along her cunt—her wetness coats the head of your cock as it pushes inside the tiny gap between her clit and the rest of her pussy—snug, snug, too snug for entry without some force.

"I don't care—ah!" She winces when you pull back and rub circles with the tip of your cock. "I've waited so long. And I know I'm safe with you."

You test the waters, dipping your cockhead once again, then a few dozen more times. Despite her discomfort, or because of it, she's trying to push back against you with every movement. She's so sensitive it looks painful—you're barely touching her with your cock and already she's squirming and whimpering.

"Give. Give it. Give it to me," she pleads.

One deep breath, two deep breaths, and then you capitulate, push inside—the hardest thing in the world meets and splits open the easiest/softest. A perfect match. The walls of her cunt stretch around your thickness, clinging on like they're never going to let go. Though you sink deeper and deeper with ease, the friction makes her squeal. Her back arches off the bed, she claws at the sheets, and her mouth falls open with a gasp that becomes a mewl that becomes a squeal that becomes a litany of garbled noises. It's a slow process, taking your time to ensure she can feel every vein, every contour of your cock. When your length carves out space in her pussy and hits that sweet spot inside her, she lets out a sigh and a whimper—she feels fuller than she has in her entire life.

"You good?" you ask.

She nods rapidly and flaps her arms at you; when you're within reach, she yanks you down for a sloppy kiss that mostly consists of sucking on your bottom lip while her tongue explores.

"You're such a good kitten," you whisper between kisses. "So good at taking my cock."

She mewls into your mouth and bucks her hips upwards. "But it's not enough. Need more."

You give a few shallow thrusts of your dick, your forehead against hers as you examine her reaction. "More? Is this better?"

"More." Whatever discomfort or pain is left on Isa's face melts away. She grinds as though to get closer, though she already has your whole length inside her. "Please."

You slam the length of your cock into Isa with a grunt—whatever thoughts are left in Isa's brain evaporate. Your pace is slow and deliberate, so she tries to fuck herself on you faster than you're fucking her; whenever you pull out, her hips follow after you, like she can't stand for your cock to leave her empty for so long.

You give one of her breasts a firm squeeze while your thumb rubs over her firm nipple. With your free hand, you slip two fingers into Isa's mouth; she accepts them readily, her tongue swirling around your digits. She sucks on your fingers till they're dripping with her spit—your other hand alternates between both breasts now. They deserve all the attention they get, and then ten times over. Isa's breasts aren't the biggest, but they're the prettiest: perky with small pink nipples; they bounce enticingly with your movements. When you squeeze them, she starts grazing your back with her nails while her heels dig into you. Her walls spasm and clench around your girth—her orgasm is imminent.

"Daddy, please," she whines. "Need to cum!"

"Kitten, we just got started." You pull your cock out of her pussy and slide it between her labia, between the plushness of her folds. You lean down to plant soft pecks on her forehead, on her eyelids, and then down to her lips again as you continue to rut against her pussy. "Aren't you sensitive?"

Isa lets out the cutest growl and shakes her head. "N-noouh... It, it doesn't matter. You stretch me open so good."

You slide your hands under Isa's ass; she sits up, making it easier for you to carry her off the bed. With her ankles still hooked around each other like a seatbelt, you stand upright, bringing Isa up with you—she's light as a feather as buries her face in the crook of your neck. Even as you take a step back, away from the bed, Isa continues to rub her sensitive core against your throbbing shaft. Maybe here, she's not so much a kitten, but a puppy whose tail wags when happy or excited.

Next to her nightstand, you press Isa against the wall with your body while you adjust your grip on her ass—in this position, your fingers sink deep into the supple flesh. You lower your hips to angle your cock towards the entrance of Isa's cunt and let gravity do its work: she sinks onto your dick with a squeal. Isa gasps sharply as your cock hits a new part of her insides, and she claws at your back harder than ever. You can almost see the outline of your shaft through her taut midriff with how deeply you're penetrating her.

Isa mutters, "So much of Daddy's cock is inside me. It feels so good. Harder. Fuck me harder."

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you."

You start bouncing her like a cheap toy, pulling her up until only the tip is inside of her, then slamming her back down to the hilt again with enough force to make the pictures on her wall rattle. Isa can do little more than hold onto you for dear life, your cock her only tether to this world—her eyes have gone blank again, and you can feel her going rigid in the same way she did earlier when you made her cum. You continue fucking into her with no pause in your rhythm, no rest for Isa's aching cunt.

"Cum with me, please! Please!"

"Gonna breed you so hard, kitten, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming," you manage to say, and that's all you can muster before the tidal wave of orgasm overtakes you and washes all other thoughts and feelings away. You pump her with everything you have, and it's a struggle to keep your balance, as you're responsible for the weight of both of you.

A strangled sound escapes Isa's lips, head thrown back, a rosy tint on her chest and face, nipples rock hard, breasts squished against your chest, eyes closed, brow furrowed, teeth gritted, thighs squeezing your hips with unbelievable force—it's an allergy-long list.

You know that she's feeling everything you're feeling. With every spasm of her walls around you milking you, your seed erupts inside of her and floods her womb. Your hips are a blur as they pump into Isa's warmth again and again. Her cunt is a hot and sticky mess with juices leaking down her inner thighs—you feel it all around your cock, dripping onto the carpet below—and you're adding thick rope after rope of your cum into the mix. Your knees are weak; they wobble like jello, but you fight to stay upright. Isa is still conscious—somewhat—and she clings to you for support and safety as if she wants to stay connected with you forever. You fuck her until neither of you can take it anymore, her silken heat pulsating with sensitivity. And then, she sighs, and you feel her body go slack, and you're ready to do the same.

The two of you collapse onto the bed, sweaty, tired, satisfied. There's an instant where you consider pulling out, but you don't. You can't; there's nowhere else to go and no one else to be. Isa asked you to cum inside, and you have, so you'll stay inside until your dick softens enough to slide out naturally. You enjoy the hot, slick feel of her insides too much anyway to want to pull out so quickly, the cream leaking out from around your cockhead. You also just want to bask in this afterglow with your precious kitten.

Isa curls up against you as she wraps her limbs around your body and pulls you close, and you feel a strange surge of emotion well up inside of you as you hold her in return. It's not the same euphoria from climaxing or even the physical warmth of sex. It's something deeper, something you've never felt before.

"How was your first time feeling cum inside?" you ask after a moment of silence.

"G-good." She grips your wrist tightly as her face flushes red again. "Even better than I imagined. And the fact it's yours... it makes me feel all fuzzy inside," she finishes softly.

You kiss her cheek. "I know what you mean."

"I can't believe it." Isa purrs as she rubs her ass against your limp cock. "You're really good at that," she murmurs while nuzzling into your neck. "What the hell. And you're telling me you had bad luck with girls before?"

You shrug. "I don't know. They couldn't handle my dick. And maybe I'd get too rough and... ah, never mind." You feel ashamed admitting these things, but Isa is so understanding. She rubs your cheek and smiles back at you.

"Hey, if they can't take it, that's their loss." Isa kisses you sweetly, then giggles.

There's something about the way Isa acts and talks and is, in general, that puts you at ease—as if she can accept you no matter who you are or what you do, which is funny because she barely knows anything about you."Kitten," you say to yourself, like a habit that's formed whenever you see her now. "Seriously, it's perfect for you."

"I love it." Isa responds. "And I love hearing it come out of your mouth."

"Actually. I can think of something better."

She stares up at you, her eyes half-lidded, her smile lazy and contented. "What is it?" she asks.

"Mine. My kitten."

Isa looks away, embarrassed. "Oh, well, okay then, I'm yours."

***

The more Lee Chaeyoung, your lover, opens up to you, the more she reveals how compatible the two of you are. You watch horror movies together, enjoy the same drinks, have similar tastes in food. She confesses a bit too eagerly that she loves to cook, finding it more of a challenge for her than anyone else. Best of all, her sense of humor clicks with yours. You feel like you could just talk for hours, whether it's idle chatter, playing games together, or simply relaxing and enjoying her company. Most importantly, the connection you two feel is immediate; your bodies, your minds, every part of you so in tune.

And then there are those wild fantasies that dance within her mind. It drives you to embark on late-night research sessions, delving into the depths of the internet to discover how best to fulfill her desires. While you cherish these wholesome moments with Isa, the temptation to give in becomes increasingly difficult to resist. With someone as naturally sensual as her, it's only a matter of time before you succumb. You get the funny feeling that Isa might find a way to substitute sleep with sex if given the chance.

After an exhausting day of work, you're at your usual rendezvous point with Isa, but with a few of her friends for dinner. Isa's eyes lock onto yours—you would travel to hell and back if it meant getting to see her smile like that; fortunately, the meeting spot is only a block away from the mundane inferno of your job. She runs up to you and jumps into your arms, her legs wrapped around your waist as she kisses you deeply. Her friends respond with various levels of disgust, amusement, and jealousy.

"How was your day?" she asks as she climbs down.

"It was okay, I guess. A lot better now that I got to see you." You stroke her cheek and kiss her forehead. "Sorry for being late. I had something important I needed to pick up."

"Oh?" A raise of her brow.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a small bag with a collection of hair ties. "Because you lost your favorite one a few days ago," you say.

Her eyes light up when she sees what's inside. "Thank you!" She wraps her arms around your neck and showers your face in kisses.

"Of course," you respond through stifled laughter. "You wouldn't stop whining about it."

She pulls back, mock offense written on her face before she eyes the small gift again with delight twinkling in her eyes. You share an affectionate bump as you return towards where her friends are waiting, the streets alive with the hum of nightlife and the liveliness of the city's residents.

As you all arrive at Sumin's apartment, you feel nervous, excited, and jittery all at the same time. You've only heard about these friends, and now there's all this pressure. Isa keeps staring at you and flashing you little knowing grins, and you can't stop smiling back at her. As you both sit down on the sofa and watch her friends cook in the kitchen, she throws herself into your lap, sitting with her legs draped over yours.

Woah," you say, surprised. "Are you trying to show off in front of your friends? Everyone's watching, you know."

Isa chuckles, leaning back against your chest and looking up at you. "Maybe. Do you want me to stop?"

You smile back at her, squeezing her thigh. "Uhh, a little, to be honest. I don't want your other friends to think of me as some douche."

She rubs her thumb across your palm, nodding in agreement. "I think I've made it obvious how much I like you, but you're right, you're right." Isa pouts, getting off your lap, though it's too late; you feel a stirring in your groin as you look at her slender body.

Just then, her friends finish up the meal, and everyone sits down to eat. Isa insists on sitting next to you, and she keeps smiling and looking over at you as you eat together. "Did you like the beef?" she asks. "I can cook it better than any you've ever had."

"Yeah, it was really good," you reply. You're still hungry. Not food.

"How did you two end up together?" Chaehyun asks before she drinks some more beer.

Sullyoon raises her hand, a grin on her as always when talking about you too. "Oh, it was me." She gives Isa a wink. "I actually set them up because Isa didn't have the balls."

Isa pouts. "Hey, that's not true."

You chuckle, enjoying the way her cheeks are flushed as her friends tease her.

"Besides, that was just the first step. What really sealed the deal was all the snacks he bought for me at the store," she says, grinning proudly.

"Really?" Sumin asks?

"Actually," you interject, "it was love at first sight when we saw each other."

"Eww," she says, rolling her eyes.

You grin sheepishly, putting your hands up defensively. "Well, it's true! We just... I don't know, there's just something about her that feels right."

Isa smiles and bites her lip, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as she stares at you with dreamy eyes. "Yeah," she agrees softly.

There's a short lull in the conversation as everyone processes what you both have just said. You try to break the mood: "But really, it was the snacks. I'm serious!"

That earns a few laughs from everyone. Isa's hand rests on your shoulder, and you feel her fingers brushing against the back of your neck, brushing the goosebumps she just made. She bites her lip, looks over at you, and you can tell she's dying to get her hands on you, too.

The rest of the night goes along without a hitch as you play some games with everyone, eat more food. Afterwards, you walk with Isa, and she reaches out to grab your hand as you walk. The street lamps act as loyal guides, casting their gentle glow upon the silent, deserted roads, illuminating your path as you journey towards the car.

When you finally arrive at your destination, an electric charge lingers in the air, and if you look up there should be thunder clouds and static electricity where there's an inky black night sky, and kablam—Isa's lips meet yours, and there comes the strike.

As you reluctantly part, gasping for air, Isa leans her head against yours, her finger tracing a delicate path along your cheek. "I had so much fun tonight," she murmurs.

You run a hand through Isa’s red hair, a darker and more faded color. "Yeah. I did too."

"So… my place again?" she asks. It feels like the sort of question she'll be asking a lot.

You meet her gaze, giving her a nod and a renewed kiss. Opening the car door, you allow Isa to slip into the passenger seat.

"Did you like hanging out with my friends?" Isa asks.

"Yeah, a lot." When you step into the vehicle, you take in the new car smell; it's only a few days old. But more overpowering is Isa's hand cream as you take her hand and kiss it again, and again, and again.

She laughs as you tickle her with pecks. "They liked you too! I didn't think you would click so well with them." She pauses. "They also thought we were really cute together."

You start up the car and pull off, eager to get the two of you back to her place. "I'm glad. That means I get to keep being around your friends, which means I get to spend more time with you."

Her cheeks flush and her mouth quirks upward. "Okay, I have a question for you, what do you want to do when we get to my place?" Her tone is teasing and seductive.

"Hmm, I don't know. What do you want me to do to you?"

She grins and giggles, but doesn't answer right away. Her legs cross over each other as she ponders her response. You look at her and smile. You love how cute she looks when she's thinking, and you especially love when she's thinking of you. "We could… cook something. Together. Or, you know, you could read me a book to sleep and—no. Th-the only thing I can think of is last time... God, I don't want you to think of me as some kind of pervert."

"Hey," you say softly. "I like your perversion." Your fingers run along her thigh, brushing against her inner leg. "I've got some things in mind that I'd like to try myself, so it's fine."

"I can't even sleep in my own couch or bed properly without thinking about you fucking me," she mumbles, before biting her lip and staring out the window with a frown.

"I'm sorry."

She waves your apology away dismissively. "No! It's not that bad, I'm definitely exaggerating. But sometimes, before I sleep, I get into the same position and..." Her voice trails off as her eyes close and her eyebrows furrow together. Her hands move on their own, miming the same actions as they had before, fingers running down her torso, over her breasts, her hips. As quick as her hand makes it there, she stops, and the blush deepens on her face. Her eyes flutter open and meet yours, then flick to the road ahead of you. "Yeah," she says, trying to shake off the thoughts plaguing her mind.

"Woah," you say. You reach out and touch her thigh, running your fingertips along the smooth, cool material. "You okay?"

"Yes." Her gaze fixes on the passing scenery beyond the window. "Just... really turned on. And we still have a drive ahead."

You chuckle. "Well, I'll try my best to distract you."

Isa groans as you run a hand up her thigh and squeeze gently. She grabs your wrist. "Ah, ahhh, that feels nice. But don’t get carried away. Crashing isn’t sexy."

You laugh, nodding. "Right, right." You pull your hand back, focusing on the road.

The two of you have more mundane conversations, but somehow the topic comes up: "So you know how you... um, call me kitten?"

A knowing smile tugs at your lips as you lean into her words. "Yep."

Her cheeks flush, and she playfully averts her gaze, her voice tinged with a bashful giggle. "What if, uh, we played more with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, since I love cats so much and we can't even have one." She holds up the cat plushie you keep in the car for good measure.

You also note the word "we" and smile to yourself. "Are you sure that's the reason? Not just you being horny."

"Yah!"

"Alright, alright," you concede, the playful tone of your voice mirroring hers. "So, what kind of things were you thinking of? Other than a collar, obviously."

"And a leash."

"Well…" Never mind, you don't mind eschewing some realism here.

"But, yeah, that was the start. That I kinda, you know, wanted to try. But also, you were really good at taking charge. How you teased me and made me wait and rewarded me when I'm good. More of that. I want you to claim me and own me and…" She trails off, too embarrassed and blushing to say anymore. It's incredibly cute to watch her squirm as she tries to bring up the rest of her ideas. With your research, you already have an idea of what sorts of things she might be into, but it’s best to hear from her.

"Go on, kitten, talk," you command, putting a heavy weight in your tone, and she almost immediately lets out a sigh of relief.

"Please, be patient," she whines, laughing. Her voice drops to a whisper, the lust in her eyes undeniable. "You could be the, uhm, dominant one and, uh, I would, do whatever you want me to."

"That’s what I figured."

"Right." She can't even look at you. "I meant, you know, really getting into it, the whole roleplay thing."

The mere idea makes you want to put the pedal to the floor and reach Isa's place as quickly as possible, but you calm yourself.

She continues: "So, you could, maybe pet me, and I would purr."

You pat the head of the cat plushie next to Isa, who places a hand on it, giggling. "Yeah, and you have such a cute little kitty mouth and even your tongue is like a little lappy tongue."

Isa turns even more red and stops talking, covering her face with her hands and laughing. You chuckle, and after a moment she gathers her wits and puts her hands down.

"Yeah," she confirms, her voice filled with both excitement and shyness. "And maybe... you can give me commands to learn some tricks. Like waving my paws at you or shaking my head no." Her words spill forth in a rush of anticipation.

And again, you want to note that’s less of a kitten thing and more of a puppy thing, but you don’t mind making an exception for her. A playful glint dances in your eyes. "And you're meant to be my plaything, a slutty... pet kitten for your owner?" you suggest, your voice heavy with desire and dominance.

She nods, her brain slipping like a broken record. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything you said... and maybe you could really punish me if I'm naughty."

Isa's breath hitches, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she considers the question. "However you see fit. But maybe... you could take your belt and use it to smack my butt when I'm being naughty." She pauses, her voice growing softer. "Actually, I kinda like it when you're really rough with me. Like... how I get all dizzy when you tire me out. And it's hot when you treat me like a toy, like when you carried me… fuck. You could even tie me up or choke me, if that's what you want."

"Or I could just use a gag if I felt lazy," you say playfully, the possibilities swirling in your mind.

Isa laughs, a sound that holds both excitement and a hint of anticipation. Yet, beneath the laughter, a whimper escapes her lips. "Speaking of which," she murmurs, "I wanted to buy some things for this." Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away. Isa squirms in her seat, her cheeks flushed as she busies herself with searching for the necessary items online. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, casting a warm and inviting light upon her features.

A smile graces your lips as you pat her head. "Good girl," you praise, your voice filled with affection. "I like it when you're helpful."

Eventually, she gives you directions to some store, and you continue driving in comfortable silence, each lost in your own thoughts.

The two of you arrive, and you realize quickly that it's a sex shop, the neon sign flickering in the night, windows blackened by curtains. The car engine purrs to a halt.

"I was surprised it's still open," Isa says.

You glance at the shop's entrance, its door ajar, beckoning you inside, even if the rest of the exterior looks quite sketchy. "There are probably customers who can only shop for this kind of thing at night," you reply with a shrug.

Stepping out of the car, Isa leads the way, her stride filled with confidence. The store's interior greets you with emptiness, save for a bored employee who looks as if he'd rather be anywhere else. Undeterred, you grab a shopping basket, its metal handle cool against your palm, and begin to venture down the aisles, searching for the items you need. "I think we could get the collar and leash here," you suggest.

Your eyes scan the shelves until they land upon a display of collars and harnesses. Among them, one catches your attention—a delicate collar adorned with a tiny bell that tinkles with every movement, along with matching cat ears. You pluck it from its hook and hold it up for Isa to see. "This one is cute," you say, excitement lacing your voice.

Isa's eyes light up as she nods in agreement, her fingers reaching out to caress another collar with a keyhole cutout in the front. "This would work too.”

Together, you gather the collars and leashes, placing them gently into the basket. Your exploration continues, which leads you to a section dedicated to all things furry. A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you remark, "I guess we're furries now?"

Isa chuckles "I don't think just wearing cat ears makes me a furry."

Your search within the furry section yields a couple of tail plugs, their soft fur tickling your fingertips. You also grab a simpler metal butt plug, its smooth surface gleaming under the store's fluorescent lights. "But this part of the store has a lot of relevant things for us," you remark.

Isa's laughter echoes through the aisles as she plucks a box from the shelf and holds it up to her head. "Do you think this will look cute on me?" she asks, her eyes sparkling.

Taking the box from her hands, you read the label—a kit to transform Isa into a feline goddess, complete with cat ears, a bushy tail, and mitts made of faux fur for your hands to poke out from. She didn't have to ask—you can already picture it. "Hmm, I think so."

You grab a different set, one without the mitts instead. Your exploration of the shop continues until you find yourselves in the fetish and roleplay section, a realm filled with endless possibilities. Bondage ropes, gags, cuffs, tape, and a blindfold join the basket.

Isa's voice breaks through the silence, her tone filled with awe and amusement. "Wow, we are really going all in."

"Well, I mean, I guess we could gift these if we're not using any of them?"

 "That's true. Although, you know," she pauses, her voice lowering to a whisper, "I think I'd prefer to keep them, just in case."

 You nod, and continue browsing through the selections, adding more and more to the shopping basket. You eventually end up with a pile of toys and accessories, and you head to the counter to check out. The transaction complete, you grab the bags from the car and begin the journey back home.

 The weight of your purchases fills the car. "Don’t think I’ve ever spent that much," you jest, bags as passengers of the back seats. "I could've bought a refrigerator with what we got today. You looked pretty excited."

 Isa nudges your elbow gently as you resume driving. "Aww, c'mon. It wasn't that much."

 "It's a lot. But nothing says we have to use all of these tonight."

"I had fun anyway," she says, her eyes lighting up with a spark of mischief. "Like, I didn't even know they could sell a dildo in that size."

You shake your head in disbelief. "I definitely did not know that either."

The drive home is quieter now; perhaps both of you need some time to digest everything or maybe exhaustion has settled upon your shoulders, remarkably late to be shopping. Regardless, the silence wraps around you like a cozy blanket, comforting and familiar. You steal glances at Isa, her head nodding as she struggles to keep her eyes open, tiredness finally catching up with her.

As you approach the parking lot of her place, she turns to you, a yawn escaping her lips as she stretches. "So, are we really doing this tonight?"

You study her tired expression, a gentle smile curving your lips. "Looks like you don't have the energy for it."

"Mmm," she hums in agreement, her eyelids heavy. "But we can at least try on the collar, right? And maybe a leash too."

You park the car and enter her apartment hand in hand. Both of you are too weary to engage in anything too active. Sitting on her bed, you gaze into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. With gentle hands and loving intent, you help Isa put on the collar and leash. In this quiet moment, the weight of your purchases fades into insignificance.

She leans against you and nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, finding solace in the warmth of your embrace. "Mmm, this feels nice," she whispers with a soft smile.

You wrap your arm around her, your touch grazing her back with tenderness. "Yes, it does," you respond, your voice laced with warmth as you press a gentle kiss upon the crown of her head.

Moments pass as you revel in the closeness and intimacy shared between you two. The weariness of the day slowly takes its toll on Isa, her eyes heavy with sleep as she falls into a peaceful slumber. You gently remove the collar from her delicate neck before joining her in a state of restfulness.

As dawn breaks, the darkness still cloaks the world beyond the windowsill, casting a serene atmosphere within the room. Isa lies beside you, her vivid red hair splayed gracefully across the pillow. Shifting slightly against the headboard, you sit up, observing her serene form.

Isa stirs beside you, murmuring softly in her sleep. Your hand instinctively glides through her hair, caressing her strands in an attempt to lull her back into peaceful dreams. Gradually, her restlessness subsides, and she curls up on the bed, her head resting gently in your lap. You continue to pet her, savoring the sensation of her soft hair cascading through your fingers, feeling the tension in her body gradually dissipate under your gentle touch.

Reaching over to the nightstand, you retrieve the collar and leash. With utmost care, you secure the collar around her neck, clasping it tenderly. Tugging gently on the leash, she shifts, turning onto her side as she gazes up at you with sleepy eyes.

"Hello," she murmurs softly, her voice raspy with sleep.

A playful twinkle dances in your eyes as she playfully paws at your pants, her actions betraying her half-awake state. "Hi, kitten," you respond, your words infused with affection.

Her lips curl into a contented smile, her eyes still closed. "Mmm, that feels lovely," she purrs, the warmth of her breath against your groin causing you to grow. She nuzzles her face closer, her cheek rubbing gently against your clothed erection, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her lips.

"You like that, don't you?" you whisper, pulling on her leash gently. "You like feeling your owner's cock on your face."

"Mmhmm," she mumbles in response, nodding with sleepy acquiescence. Her tongue slips out to moisten your clothed shaft, tracing teasing patterns that leave droplets of saliva upon the fabric.

You allow her to continue. Your hand continues to caress her hair while pulling lightly on the leash. She is fully awake now, but she maintains the guise of half-consciousness, her hands exploring your thighs, your hardened length, and eventually slipping beneath your waistband to cup your testicles. A quiet groan escapes your lips as her fingers tease and stroke your sac, intensifying the pleasure that courses through you.

Driven by desire and the intoxicating sensation of her touch, you slowly lower your pants and boxers. With closed eyes, Isa remains blissfully unaware of the freedom you have granted your erection. A mischievous giggle escapes her lips as your engorged shaft brushes against her nose.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

"It's okay," she says, her voice heavy with sleep. "I love how big and heavy your cock is."

You drink in the sight before you, captivated by the image of her mouth agape, her tongue peeking out in anticipation. She searches for your shaft without needing to see it, her breath hot upon your skin. Finally finding your tip, she lavishes it with lazy kitten-like licks that send waves of pleasure cascading through your body.

Isa begins to take your cockhead into her mouth, her movements unhurried as she places it delicately between her lips, producing a gentle hum of satisfaction. A quiet moan escapes your throat as you feel her warm and wet mouth enveloping your tip, her tongue swirling sensually along your shaft. Her fingers find their way to the base of your cock, stroking it with a gentle rhythm.

The leash tightens around your hand as a surge of heat courses through your veins. Isa continues to suckle on your tip with an air of carefree abandon, contentedly humming and purring against the sensitive flesh. Her other hand tenderly caresses your testicles, eliciting a louder moan of pleasure from your lips.

If not for the telltale signs of her increasing arousal, you might still believe the façade of her half-asleep state. Yet, her hips writhe and rise in the air, her thighs rubbing together in a desperate bid for more. Entranced by this view of her unbridled desire, your hand descends to grab and squeeze her ass through her sweatpants. She gasps in response, her hand quickening its pace along your length. The passion between you intensifies as she strives to maintain her lips around your cockhead while her fingers twist around your engorged shaft. The pleasure becomes nearly overwhelming, the warmth and wetness of her mouth coupled with the tantalizing flicks of her tongue sending you hurtling towards the precipice of climax. It is then that you pull on her leash, your voice laden with a mixture of restraint and longing.

You reluctantly withdraw the pulsating erection from her entrancing mouth, causing Isa to emit a soft whimper as you gently lift her to meet your gaze. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from your earlier intimacy. The sight of her arousal is almost too much to bear.

"How about we pick up where we left off last night?" you suggest, your voice barely above a whisper.

Isa nods eagerly, her eyes lustful and full of desire. "Yes, Daddy," she whispers back, her voice trembling with anticipation.

You tenderly stroke her hair, the gesture eliciting shivers from her delicate frame. "Good girl," you murmur, your voice filled with affection. "Now, take off your clothes for me and get on all fours on the bed."

She obeys your command, her movements graceful as she removes her shirt and sweatpants. Her breath catches in her throat as her breasts bounce freely, their curves captivating your gaze. With each article of clothing discarded, her thick hips are bared to you, an invitation that sets your pulse racing. The sight of her thighs, smooth and inviting, arouses a primal desire within you. Your palm glides across their soft, pillowy skin, reveling in the exquisite sensation.

You reach down and retrieve the bags you left on the floor, your fingers grazing over the array of items until they land on the cat tail plug nestled among the contents. The plug end gleams in the soft light, its sleek surface inviting to the touch. With a gentle caress, you turn it over in your hand, feeling the plushness of the fluffy tail against your skin. Running the tail plug over Isa's body, you revel in the power it holds. The toy traces a path along her bare chest and down her bare legs, the contrast of the cold metal and the soft fur eliciting a delicious squirm from her. Your voice laced with a hint of mischief as you ask, "Have you ever tried anything anal before? Or this type of toy?"

Isa shakes her head bashfully, yet there's a palpable eagerness in her eyes as she holds her hands behind her back, offering herself to you completely.

"I'm going to have to prepare you then," you say, taking out a bottle of lube and applying it generously to the plug. You take the bottle with you as you settle on your knees and crouch down behind her ass, holding the toy in one hand. Your index prods the underside of her tailbone, and she gasps as you reach down, kissing her plump asscheeks. "Is this okay?" you ask, wanting to make sure.

"Y-yes, Daddy," Isa stammers. You drag the pad of your finger against her skin, eliciting a tremor from her and a new gasp that drops into a long moan, and then you take that as a cue to rub it down her crack, tickling her pussy along the way. "O-oh, Daddy!" she whines, humping your hand in need.

"Kitten, remember." As you speak, you press two of your fingers between her plump folds, your thumb and forefinger gently squeezing her clit. She wiggles her ass, squeaking. "If you want to be a good girl, you have to be patient."

"Daddy," she begs, "please, please, more..." She bucks again, her wet folds clamping around your fingers and your knuckles squeezing her entrance. You rub them up and down, spreading her juices. She's a sticky mess, her arousal dripping down your hand, and you grin, pleased.

"No, not yet. We have to get your ass ready first." Your pointer digit now slick, you squeeze a dollop of lube in your other hand, and you smear it along her asshole.

"Ah!" Isa cries, tensing up at the sudden cold. You shush her, rubbing her pucker with your fingertip, then gradually pressing your lubed finger into her, past the tight ring of muscle, feeling the walls of her ass tense around your digit. You move slowly, pushing your finger further into Isa, letting her get used to the sensation. You reach the second knuckle, and you can feel her starting to relax, her walls loosening up around you. "Ohhh," she moans, her hands balled into fists on the bedsheets.

You curl your finger, pushing against her walls, trying to get her accustomed to the sensation. She moans louder, her hips bucking back against your hand. She seems to be enjoying herself, so you continue, slipping another finger into her ass, this time your middle finger.

"Ah! Daddy!" She cries out, her back arching and her ass pushing against your fingers, taking them deeper into her. You continue, working your fingers in and out of her ass, stretching her out. "It feels so good, Daddy," she moans, her voice trembling.

You pull your fingers out of her ass, and you place the tip of the plug against her, gently pushing it in. "Here’s the plug now," you explain, as you press it against her entrance. "You need to relax, kitten, and let it in."

With a whimper, Isa goes pliant, and you exert steady pressure. Her brow furrows as the plug breaches her entrance, slowly sinking into her clutching heat. She winces as the girth spreads her wide, and you pause, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.

When her expression smooths, you resume pushing, watching inch after inch disappear until only the flared base remains nestled between her cheeks. The furry tail sways with each squirm of her hips.

You caress the warm skin of her backside. "How does that feel, kitten?"

"So good, Daddy," she breathes, gazing at you through heavy lids. "I didn't know my ass could stretch like that."

A surge of pride washes over you as you reward her obedience with words of affirmation. "Good girl," you murmur, pressing a kiss against her ass before redirecting your attention to her dripping-wet pussy. With a teasing motion, you spread her folds apart, running your fingers up and down her slick slit, teasing her entrance. Her thighs fall open with a needy whine. "I think we should have some breakfast first," you say, unable to keep the grin from your voice.

She whines. "Nooo, but I, I need your cock, in me, or your fingers, or anything—"

"Not yet," you say sternly. "You have to be patient. And if I tell you to wait, then you'll wait."

Isa pouts in response, her bottom lip jutting out in a sulky pout, but ultimately nods her agreement. You remove the leash from her collar, and the two of you make your way towards the kitchen. As she walks, there’s a slight awkwardness to her gait, a subtle gracelessness that somehow only adds to her allure. Her posterior sways enticingly with each step, captivating your attention as you trail behind in a purposeful slowness. She knows what she’s doing too: the seductive undulation of her hips from side to side makes her tail bounce playfully, and she casts a mischievous smile over her shoulder.

You follow her lead, entering the kitchen where you open the fridge and begin gathering ingredients. Your eyes flick towards Isa, who’s settled herself onto a barstool. Her legs are spread wide, and her fingers tease and rub at her own clit. The tail plug nestled between her legs seems like the most natural extension of her body. A mixture of surprise and intrigue crosses your face. "What are you doing?" you ask, walking over to her.

She blinks up at you with feigned innocence, but a glint of mischief dances in her eyes. "Just getting used to my new tail, Daddy," she purrs playfully. "Aren't I such a good kitten?"

You shake your head. "Looks like you're trying to make me fuck you." You reach over, taking hold of the base of the tail plug and pulling it out slightly, before shoving it back in. Isa cries out, her body tensing up as you repeat the action, fucking her ass with the plug. "If you can't control yourself, then maybe I'll just have to punish you."

A chorus of moans escapes Isa's lips, her defiant fingers moving faster against her clit in a desperate plea for more. "Yes, Daddy, please," she begs, her voice a symphony of need and longing.

Your grin widens, a surge of dominance coursing through your veins as you grab her arm, pulling it away from her throbbing core. "No, kitten," you assert firmly, your voice commanding. "You're not allowed to touch yourself."

Isa whimpers in protest, her desire palpable, but she obediently complies with your command, her hands remaining bound behind her back. You release her arm, your eyes locked on the sight of her restrained beauty, her need radiating from every pore.

"Since you insist on misbehaving like that," you declare, your voice laced with a hint of playful authority, "I'll have to tie you properly." With purposeful determination, you retrieve the rope you had acquired for this very purpose, expertly maneuvering it around her delicate wrists, binding them securely together. Isa's whimper of surrender echoes through the room as the rope bites into her skin, marking her as yours.

With the task completed, you turn your attention back to the kitchen, resuming your culinary endeavors. The rhythmic sound of knife meeting cutting board fills the air as you deftly chop vegetables and toss them into a waiting bowl. Isa's eyes never leave you, her body wriggling with anticipation and desire, the tail plug nestled between her legs a constant reminder of her submissive state.

"Daddy, please," she pleads, her voice filled with a desperate longing. "I want your cock so bad. I need you to fuck me."

You shake your head, ignoring her, and continue working. You add the dressing to the salad, and you bring it over to her. She glances toward the cutlery in front of her, and you nod—if she wants to be a naughty animal, then she deserves to be treated like one. You also give her water in a bowl for added measure. You smile as you watch her try to pick up the salad with her mouth, struggling to use her lips and tongue to get the lettuce into her mouth. She eventually manages it, and she starts chewing, swallowing the vegetables. Isa also laps up from the bowl with a blush on her face.

You watch her eat, pleased, and you stroke your cock through your pants, teasing yourself. After she finishes the salad and as much of the water as she can, you get up from your seat, and you grab a hold of the rope binding her wrists together, pulling on it and leading her to the bedroom.

You help carefully pull the tail plug out of her ass, and you slip in a new butt plug, smaller and more discreet. "I think you can handle this one," you say, squeezing her ass and rubbing her back. She mewls, her legs quivering.

You grab a pair of panties and slip them onto her, helping her into them and pulling them up her thick thighs. She wiggles her hips, struggling to keep herself balanced as you adjust them for her, before you take out a skirt and help her step into it.

"We're going out today, kitten," you say. "You're going to wear your collar and cat ears in public, and no one will know that your slutty kitten asshole is going to be filled up. And if you’re good, then maybe you’ll get what you really want."

"Really?" she asks, her eyes widening with excitement.

You nod. "Yes, really."

"O-Okay." You quickly dress and head outside, the two of you enjoying the morning and the quiet streets. You don't have any concrete plans today, but there's a list of things in your mind that you would enjoy getting Isa to do: pet her in public, talk her into cumming just from sitting in your lap, even a spank here or there. While you don't bring the leash this time, you might try it some time in the future, and you want her to be comfortable. Right now, she just looks like a fashionable girl wearing animal ears.

As the two of you go on with your day, you try to spot signs of the fact she's aroused: the way she walks, the way she moves her arms, her eyes constantly wandering down and scanning the bulge in your pants. You catch her trying to squeeze her legs together or rub her thighs to get friction. At one point, when you sit in an isolated corner of a coffee shop, she rests her head in your lap and purrs contentedly. You gently rub her hair and scratch behind her ears, whispering for her to "think about Master's cock filling you up while your other hole's all plugged up" but also "not to cum without Master's permission." There's a soft moan against your crotch, then a warm sigh as her cheek rubs into your leg.

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After spending the whole day taking her around and making her go do mundane tasks with the plug, and most importantly having her beg and beg for you to fuck her—"in the park, on a bench, or the bushes in a hiking trail, anywhere please" she said—you're excited, eager for this evening. Isa looks back at you with tears brimming in her eyes, and her knees wobbling, as she's panting and trying to hold back from cumming. "Please," she begs. "I need it. Please, anything."

You think you have her just about at her limit when you both return to the car to drive back to Isa's place. Even the walk from the parking lot to Isa's apartment door has her clinging to you for support as she stumbles.

"Hey, kitten," you say, touching the small of her back under her shirt. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. I'm just, so, so, worked up, fuck. I want your cock," she pouts, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. She hunches forward, unable to look at you.

"I bet," you tease, kissing the top of her head. "I'll give you what you want soon, kitten. Just a little longer."

She whimpers. "Please."

"Okay, c'mon, baby," you say, letting go and opening the door for her. She staggers in on her jelly-like legs, her cheeks flushed and her breath hitching. You get behind her and hug her; holding her as tightly as you are, Isa relaxes into you. Her heart is pounding wildly against your palm. You set her down onto the couch, and she gives you a grateful smile, which you kiss in turn. Your hands roam all over her, down her waist and settling between her legs. You slip under her panties and tease the metal plug in her butt, twisting it until you hear a deep sigh from her. "You're so wet," you tell her. "Look at you. So sweet."

She makes a keening noise when you tug on the plug, just so, just enough to remind her of what you both want. Your finger teases along her folds, gently brushing up and down against the seam, up towards the hood of her clit. Isa shivers.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" you ask as you rub her clit.

"Mmhm," Isa nods furiously, her hands coming up to grasp at your shoulders, looking for purchase. "P-please. Make me cum."

At this point, a single digit thrust would probably be enough to push her over the edge. Instead, you remove your hands from her panties, place them on her breasts, squeeze them, and gently tug on her nipples. You love the way the skin of her neck and breasts blush with arousal. "You've been a good kitten," you say, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. "I'm so proud of you."

“Can, can I get a reward?” she asks, almost in tears.

You brush her tousled hair. “Shh, shh, of course. Do you want to cum on Daddy’s face?”

She nods emphatically while her pussy soaks her panties and leaks onto the couch. “Y-yes, Daddy, anything.”

In response, you pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, and she clings to you like a lifeline, as if afraid that if she lets you go, you won’t touch her and she might break into pieces from frustration. You lie down on the bed, and Isa climbs on top of you.

She quickly aligns her pussy with your face, and your mouth waters in anticipation at the sight of her darkened panties. You hook one finger around the thin and wet fabric and pull them down to reveal her swollen pussy, her asshole plugged tightly. “You smell so good,” you say, licking your lips as she mewls. “Sit.”

Isa does as told, and the warmth of her mound rests on your chin. She braces her hands on the headboard as you raise your head a bit to reach her core. You kiss her lower lips with reverence and delicacy, like you would kiss her lips. They're warm, warm and soaked with her honey, and they part easily to reveal the pink insides. Her clit is standing erect, almost painfully so, and the hood has pulled away.

You begin by flicking the tip of your tongue against it. She jumps. Then, you take the sensitive pearl into your mouth. Isa groans at this, but you don't stay for too long. You place wet, loud kisses against her mound and inner thighs, before going back to her clit. This time, you suck on it. A little nip sends her jumping on you again, and she yelps. The next kiss is quick and soft.

As she grows accustomed to the new stimulation, you suck and lick and nibble her clit, all while keeping an eye on her face. You see it scrunch up, her nose crinkling in pleasure, her eyes shut. Her moans are accompanied by whines, little pathetic sounds that let you know she's getting close to her breaking point.

There is nothing quite like eating out Isa while she has a toy in her ass and she's wearing cat ears and a cute collar, but more delicious than any picture is the taste of her cream, musky and tangy and addictive. It drips from the swollen labia that your tongue slides through, coating your tongue and making you dizzy with lust. It's strong and you can't help but groan as you dig your face deeper against her sex, lips meeting lips as your tongue.

Isa grinds down on your mouth, and her hips tremble when you begin to circle your tongue around her clit, giving the firm bundle of nerves light but frequent attention. She's a mess on you, and you're happy to be cleanup duty, your chin and shirt a mop. As she rocks back and forth, you reach up at her nipples through her shirt and twist and pinch and roll the stiff buds.

With that, Isa's hips rock one last time as her thighs close and press against the sides of your head. You hear the distant, muffled, muted sounds of her whining, crying, moaning. By now, you can even feel how hard her heart is beating. Her breaths become erratic, and the trembling of her hips turns into shaking. She leans backwards, balancing her weight on your midsection, and the tension in her body snaps.

For a moment, she's floating, mind empty, then everything rushes into her brain like a dam has broken. For the first time that day, she cums, and she cums hard. She's always thought of it as "seeing stars" but now it feels more like being tossed into space and feeling all the gravity around her all at once. All the weight on her body disappears, but the pressure of you increases. She doesn't hear, she doesn't feel. Isa is the color white.

All of a sudden, Isa feels weak. It feels like the universe is a heavy blanket on her. She can barely hold her weight on her body. You're the only thing that feels real at the moment. That, and her pussy, which still tingles with her orgasm, and you can only imagine how the plug in her ass is magnifying everything.

Isa collapses against you, the softness of her flesh warming your chest. She's still convulsing with little aftershocks, her entire body covered in goosebumps. She hears herself saying things like "I love you so much" and "thank you Daddy thank you". The words leave her mouth on their own as she begins to come down from her high.

For as much as you love being her seat, you pull her down into a spoon. You wrap your arms around her. Her heart pounds against your forearm and hand. The scent of her shampoo and sweat fill your nostrils. Everything is still hot from her body heat, and you take a deep breath and exhale through your mouth. "Was that worth the wait, kitten?" you ask her.

"Yeah," she says weakly, the only word she can manage at the moment. Her legs are still shaking, and she takes a few moments to focus on slowing down her breathing and her heartbeat. "Well..."

"Well? You need more, huh?" you chuckle. You should've learned to never be surprised at Isa's appetite by now, and the plug in her ass isn't making her any less horny.

"Mmm, mhm. I need your cock so badly. Fuck my ass. I need Daddy to claim me."

You kiss her cheek and tell her to flip over so that she's laying on her stomach, her round ass staring up at you. "You did such a good job," you whisper as you rub your palms across her lower back before lifting her skirt to get a good view.

The plug sits in Isa's asshole, glistening with her fluids. A bottle of lube waits on the nightstand, and you pour it generously over her crack. With as much care as you can muster, you begin to slowly draw it out, savoring the sight of her clenched hole stretching to accommodate the thickest part of the toy. There is an audible pop when the tapered plug slips free, causing Isa to hiss in pleasure as her rectum reflexively tightens to fill the emptiness left inside.

Her delicate fingers reach behind to part her plump cheeks and expose herself further to your gaze. You bite your lip, taken by the lewdness of the image in front of you. You add more lube to the area, another spurt on your index, and circle around the ring of her anus to coat it before pushing a finger in, massaging her inner walls. "How does that feel, baby?" you ask, watching the way her head jerks back and she squirms beneath you.

"Amazing," she mutters, her voice sounding far away. Prone on the bed, Isa is powerless to resist as you slowly remove your finger, adding a second digit. Her ass grips you so snugly, sucking you deeper with each pump, like it's a sleeve for your fingers. She trembles at the feeling of fullness inside, at the raw vulnerability of being splayed before you like this, your gaze unabashedly on her naked ass as you work her open. "C-can you bring me a pillow, please?"

You kiss the nape of her neck as you reach down and slide the pillow under her pelvis. Her ass raised, her back arched, Isa is the picture of supplication. "So beautiful," you whisper against her skin, and she shudders with arousal.

"Da... daddy, do you need to stretch me more?" Isa stammers. You place your palm at the small of her back, caressing the dip of her spine with gentle circles.

"No, kitten," you soothe. "You're ready."

"Yes. God, yes."

With one hand squeezing the supple curve of her butt, you pour lube liberally across the tip of your erection. You position the head of your cock at the rim of her ass and begin to apply pressure, using your thumbs to massage her soft cheeks. Even your tip struggles to breach her, her entrance reluctant to admit anything more girthy than a couple of fingers. With more lube, and two hands spreading her ass open, you finally push through her anal muscles' resistance, gasping as the tightness and warmth of her insides engulfs the head of your shaft.

Isa tenses in response, her hands clawing at the bed sheets. The sound she lets out is almost like a pained meow as your cock plunges further into her depths. "Relax," you murmur, using a tender yet reassuring voice to soothe her.

She responds by shifting her hips, attempting to adjust the angle to your thrust, her movements awkward and fumbling due to her precarious position. Her efforts cause her to clench down on your shaft, a wave of pleasure washing over you, before relaxing once again.

A shaky breath escapes your throat as you feel yourself slipping past the ring of her sphincter. "Good, good girl," you praise once you've sunk halfway into her, taking a moment to drink in the erotic view in front of you. "Fuck, you're tight. Almost there."

Her body shudders as she fights to hold still, to restrain her hips from moving on their own accord, a low cry emanating from her lips.

Your hand roams over her waist and upper thigh, seeking out the delicate bud hidden in the cleft of her pussy. You rub a couple of fingers over the tender flesh, delighting in the way her back arches as you stimulate the swollen organ. Savoring her broken sobs, you ease forward, burying the rest of your length in her ass. You gently slap her butt, marveling at the way it bounces with each contact.

Isa moans as you pull your dick out slightly before plunging it back into her ass, beginning with slow, shallow pumps. The motion is easy and fluid, despite her virgin-tightness.

You press your palms flat against the mattress and use your forearms for leverage to piston into her. As you drive your shaft deeper into her ass, the combination of her intoxicating aroma and your lust for her spurs you to move faster and harder, until you find yourself rutting her, your balls slapping against her puffy cunt with each frantic thrust.

"Yes! More," she begs, and you groan in reply. Your eyes are fixed on your cock, sliding in and out of her stretched hole, the ridges of your shaft disappearing and reappearing as you pump. Your mouth goes dry as you watch the way her body clings to your cock, how she's utterly and completely full of you.

"Fuck, look at you, so greedy," you growl as she pushes back against your cock. You pause for a brief moment and she whines in protest, then you unsheathe your dick and slap it against her gaping asshole. She jolts at the impact, her body shivering at the feeling. Your hips pull back, and with a powerful snap, you ram your cock into her asshole. She cries out in pain and pleasure, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"D-daddy, don't tease me!" she exclaims, her voice pleading, yet laced with desperation. You smirk at the familiarity of her tone.

You bend down, wrapping your arm around her torso and pulling her up and flush against your chest, the weight of her breasts pressing against your bicep and forearm. In this position, both of you are sitting up, her in your lap like you're her throne—her master, her god, her owner. She leans into you, tilting her head back to look up into your eyes, the adoration and reverence shining within her gaze unmistakable. Your shaft presses against her lower back, and she wiggles her ass desperately to urge you to keep fucking her.

You kiss her neck, inhaling her scent, her arousal. With such an incredible woman in your arms, you are overcome by the desire to mark her, to stake your claim on her, to brand her as your possession. In one swift movement, you sink your teeth into her neck, biting into the delicate skin. Isa whines, her head thrown back, eyes half-lidded and glazed over "Mine," you utter in a low, possessive voice.

"Yours," she answers breathlessly, her lips curled in a delirious smile.

You wrap two large hands around her waist, angling your hips just so as you lift her up, and then, she's sliding down your cock, enveloping you in her warmth as you fill her to the brim. As she takes you into her, she stretches open and lets out an obscene moan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"D-daddy!" Isa whimpers, her body trembling at the intensity of the sensations flooding her. "You're so big."

Sitting on you like this, your cock feels impossibly thick inside of her. She can't help the way her thighs twitch involuntarily, nor can she ignore the way her pussy clenches at nothing. With both of her hands, she grabs onto your arm and guides your hand down between her legs, right over her pussy.

"Touch me," she breathes.

You grin at her request, and you oblige, bringing your fingers to her clit. At that moment, you roll your hips upward, meeting her downward motions with a rough, deep thrust, the force of which knocks the breath out of her lungs. Any amount of control she has above you evaporates at this point, leaving her helpless as you bounce her in your lap while your digits play at her raw and pink nub, or probe her slick, wet entrance.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of her whimpers, of the wet slaps of her ass against your hips, of her needy begging, and of your guttural grunts of effort. Despite the intense climax that shook her only minutes ago, Isa finds herself teetering on the edge of another, and she yearns for release. She's not the only one: her walls cling tightly to your shaft, refusing to yield its grip, and your length pulses with the desperate desire to burst.

"God, I want to feel you cum in my ass, Daddy," she sighs, her head rolling back to lean on your shoulder. Her eyes are closed in concentration, and her mouth hangs open as she gasps and pants and cries with each penetration. You grunt, your gaze hungrily drinking in the sight of her: her reddened, sweaty face, the droplets of perspiration that cling to her collarbone, the rapid rise and fall of her heaving chest, the swaying of her heavy, unrestrained tits.

You suckle at the skin behind her ear, grazing her lobe with your teeth. "Then cum, kitten."

In an instant, a tremor shoots up her spine. With a scream of pure pleasure, her body becomes rigid and then goes limp, her senses overloading as her cunt clamps around your fingers—which doesn't compare at all to her ass clenching and tightening around your cock.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum too—"

But Isa's mind is hazy with ecstasy, her body taut with her own release, that she barely registers the hot and sticky substance suddenly gushing into her anal entrance. Yours on the other hand is sharp and clear as day, and you allow yourself to drown in the euphoria that comes with each spurt. She's a perfect fit for you, made to be yours, and you've marked her as such. Every time she clenches in her pleasure, your cock responds with its own throb, its own gush, its own pulse.

When you collapse, she collapses with you, her thighs sticky and wet as she pants on the bed, lying beside you. You grab a bunch of tissue paper, clean the leaky, creamy mess you've made of her ass.

Her eyes flutter shut and you whisper words of affection and praise. You cradle her in your arms, stroking her hair and tracing patterns across the flushed skin of her back and belly, enjoying the warmth of her body. Her head rests on your shoulder, your neck. Your legs are entwined, and the softness of her chest molds to the planes of your own. Her breathing eventually steadies, and her pulse calms.

Isa lifts her head up, placing her hands on your chest to prop herself up. With lidded eyes and a mischievous smile, she whispers, "I hope you know what you started, Daddy."

A wicked grin creeps upon your lips at her implication, and your hands find their way to her waist, squeezing her hipbones. "And what's that?"

Her gaze softens, and she gazes lovingly into your eyes, a shy smile on her lips. "I hope you don't plan on going anywhere. I don't think I can ever let you go, especially now," she says softly, a blush rising to her cheeks.

"I wouldn't dream of it." You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You're mine. So I'm yours, kitten."

"Good."

Isa smiles, and you'll never fail to fall in love with the sight of her radiance; that smile makes you believe you may never fail again.

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Not really in the Christmas/holiday spirit but I figured might as well pull it out of the draft archives before the year end.

[bradshawed]

Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animals

summary — a somewhat chaotic grid dinner

warnings — fem!reader, fluff, grid!parents, inaccuracies, lando erasure (jk), rudy and elaine erasure (real), slight (franco) chaos

note — short one this time to thank you for all the love on "cuff him!" x

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yourusername ♫ Frank Sinatra · Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

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yourusername merry christmas ya filthy animals, love from the starkey’s xo

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user1 oh what i'd give for a christmas with the starkey's

lilymhe had the best time, we need to do it again (without the boys) ⤷ yourusername absolutely, name a time and place x ⤷ user2 note how none of their partners complained, very cutsey, very mindful, very demure ⤷ alex_albon we're just used to it

user3 pls adopt me ⤷ user4 or if you need a third ⤷ user5 or a maid? ⤷ user6 i can bark too!

charles_leclerc thank you for the beautiful dinner and for the monégasque dishes, it felt like home 🥰 ⤷ yourusername it was my pleasure to have you and your family (especially leo) ⤷ user5 family?! can't believe we didn't get to witness a leclerc reunion

user7 need to know who was at that dinner!! ⤷ user8 from what i can tell, some of the grid, their partners and some of the obx cast members, and daniel ⤷user7 craig?? ⤷ user8 they're good friends and y/n invited him as a guest to a race

alexandrasainmleux thank you for having us mon ange ⤷ yourusername thank you for coming beautiful, the kids missed their aunty alex x

user9 drew wearing rafe's ring with his wedding band healed something in me

landonorris and where was my invite? ⤷ francolapinto lost in the mail ⤷ yourusername be nice querido, and if i remember correctly landonorris, you were too busy

user10 who in their right mind would be busy for the get together of a lifetime ⤷ francolapinto that's what i said!

user7 so i've counted drew's siblings, charles, arthur, alexandra and leo, madelyn, chase, jonathan, madison, carlacia, logan, franco, oscar and lily, ollie and kimi, and alex and lily ⤷ yourusername don't forget lewis, mark, daniel, jense and seb popped by to say hi and oooo mick and laila stayed for a bit x ⤷ user8 holy- ⤷ yourusername yuki and mama starkey helped with the food x

user11 why has no one mentioned the personalised plates, they're so cute ⤷ user12 or the tablecloth with doodles ⤷user11 straight out of my pinterest feed fr liked by yourusername

lewishamilton thank you for having me and for the delicious vegan dinner. much love to you and your family for the new year

user13 this is like something out of a wattpad fic

drewstarkey babe come back, the kids miss you (i miss you) ⤷ yourusername sorry darling (i miss you too)

user1 i want this, where's my man??

landonorris let me guess, they're sitting next to each other ⤷ carlaciagrant boo hater!

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slide 1: my parents are better than yours slide 4: (y/n laughing in the background) i think she likes it, no?

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significant signs: anastasia (the musical), veganism, white chalk, deers, red candles, polaroids, online courses, full moon, sagittarius, gemini, scorpio, leo, 1:11, 1414, 444, 43.

your 2025 will all be about finally seeing the rewards for your efforts, most of which come from inner shadow work you’ve done this year. i’m hearing your 2025 will actually start this december. lots of newfound energy to work towards your passions and dreams and a lot more peace within. there could be someone from your past coming through soon that’s going to be a big part of your year. this person will help you work on some project you’ve been fantasizing about for some time, they could give you the push you need to start. the cards are asking you to not let fear control you during this time, and that any hardships that may arise are there because you can handle them and you can allow them teach you their lessons without being negatively affected. these rewards could be coming in the first half of the year, spirit might have a surprise for you but they’re not letting me look into it :’). surrender to the divine and let your heart guide you. the hardest part is done. you’ve completed a long chapter and now it’s time to begin a new, much brighter one. happy holidays, and enjoy the fruits of your labor!!!!

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significant signs: family members, christmas decor, a new car, “dorothy and the yellow brick road” (?), skunks, blonde hair, carnations, pisces, capricorn, aquarius, scorpio, libra 333, 51, 18, 15:15.

2025 for you will be a year focused on self improvement. you will finally get rid of bad and unhealthy habits that are holding you down and you might also be cutting ties with people who don’t resonate with who you aim to become. you’ll be very focused on self care and you will do anything it takes to protect your peace. you might be distancing yourself from a particular person/family member that’s not healthy for you. spirit is calling you to slow down when it comes to work or this year might be when you finally reach burnout. some sort of cycle is closing for you and i’m hearing “it was about time”. some sort of detox is happening, wether physically or emotionally. you might be more careful as to what you eat and drink and what things are worth your time or worth giving up. overall it won’t be the most joyful year but it will surely bring a lot of happiness as a result. remember that your wellbeing comes before anything else and you shouldn’t sacrifice it just to make others feel comfortable. do what you have to to take care of yourself the best you can. happy holidays!!

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significant signs: red lipstick, fur coats, being splashed with water, bright colored plastic cups, pistachios, mistletoe, pale skin, 1717, 4:40, 6, 69, virgo, leo, cancer, libra

pile 3, in 2025 you’re being called to make your dreams a reality! spirit is telling you that now it’s the time to take action. you might be holding yourself back for fear that you’re not ready or not knowledgeable enough, but that comes from fear and you must not let it stop you. you already have what it takes to reach that mountain top you’ve been dreaming of climbing. you cannot ignore your creative side anymore and if you do it will only bring you down and might also affect your mental health quite negatively. take that leap of faith!! you’re so close to reaching your goals, all you need is to do is take that first big step and you’ll be already halfway there. believe in your abilities and let confidence rule you. if you do, it will be one of your happiest years! happy holidays and may all your wishes come true <3

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[lordcrumps]

The Sims 2 For Rent - CC EXPANSION PACK

Sul Sul!

~ More photos under the under the cut ~

Last week the Sims 4 got a new pack, this week Sims 2 players get that same pack! In a collaboration with @platinumaspiration and @tvickiesims and a HUGE assist from @episims, we bring you "The Sims 2 For Rent CC Expansion Pack!"

This is a large set, and advisable that it does not get merged even further than it already is! - I ran into some issues when trying to do this!

When you explore this pack, please take a look at the marble ring rug, it has some surprisingly cute rug swatches! I put a swatch in it to remove the marbles themselves, so you have a cute small rug! - I only mention this as I was going to bin the rug off once uploaded, but then I found it had some lovely swatches!

FUNCTIONALITY

So most of the items will function as they should and intended as. Its just not just deco items.

There is two collection files included, separated into build buy! Please note that fences and stairs and spandrels cant be but into a collection!

The squatty toilet that took me over 12 hours to make, yeah they squat, animation can be a bit bouncy but such is life. This toilet also can be flushed, get dirty and is cleanable!

Outdoor plants are seasonal!

Counters are animated with insides built, there is no drawer on the counter, I did not want to change the shape of the unit, and saw EA did the same - ignore the fact they grab something from a non existent drawer

Wardrobes have interiors elements, and have working doors!

Each Kettle have two versions, choose only one, one for the colour traits mod / one 'normal'. They function as Tea makers! Huazzah!

Spandrels in build mode are classified as fences. I made a variant with fence / no fence.

Several of the larger deco pieces such as the Arch Gate, or umbrella are actually lights!

Radiators act like radiators!

The Aircon Unit is completely functional, doesn't lower bills, but it does lower sims temperatures!

"Water Heaters" act like solar panels, they get money off your bills!

The Electrical Fuse box has 2 versions, I kept them both in, one wall deco and one functions as a burglar alarm - I wanted more alarms.

Most Sofas / Chairs have morphs!

Slots added to the Vanity and Bathroom Cabinet!

FENCES / SPANDRELS / STAIRS OH MY!

I have included swatch images of each of the spandrels, fences and stairs and labelled them to match, this is so that you can go in and take out any of the swatches you do not want. This is because there are lot of new fences and the menu can feel cluttered with them in for some people.

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ALT - SFS

~ Credits / Thanks / List of items not converted under the cut ~

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CREDITS

Mini fridge is cloned from Targa over at MTS - so now it works just like a regular fridge barring a few animations (get baby bottle and juggle)

Kettles were cloned from @pforestsims's kettle, link here.

@jacky93sims for the base of the squat toilet! Epi for the code edits!

THANKS

@tvickiesims, @platinumaspiration thank you soo much for helping with the objects, really couldn't do it myself!! Your amazing, awesome, and some of the best creators out there! Thank you again!

@episims - YOU ARE DA BOMB! Thank you for all your help in getting those toilets working with me, and everything else you do when you answer my little annoying questions! Appreciated like you wouldn't believe!

LIST OF ITEMS NOT CONVERTED - @sims4t2bb

Due to the sizing / functionality of these objects, they will not be included in this pack!

All Yer Fixins Untenable Food Stand

Mali's Moonlight Market Craft Stall

Vegan Vittles Night Market

Late Night Snack Dessert Stall

Rice to Meet You Night Market

The Unrestroom

Fisherman's Slats Window - Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Very Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Super Duper Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall and Open Wide

The Save Us From Ruin Tallest Cinched Wall Curtain

The How Many Times Do We Need To Tell You It's Not Silk Taller Wall Curtain

The We Are Going To Jail< Tallest Wall Curtain So You Know the Truth Curtain

[heartlilith]

Astrology Observations

Here are some of my observations and opinions on various placements - Part 2

🔮I'm not sure if it's my Neptune or Uranus in the 1st but over the years my physical features have changed on their own... when I was a toddler I was blonde, in middle school my hair started turning red, then high school it was auburn and now it's dark brown. Same with my eyes; when I was young they were dark blue and now they're green.

✨If your Moon/Venus/Ascendent opposes or squares Saturn/Neptune/Pluto or you have Neptune/Saturn/Lilith/in the 1st house (and probably more aspects) then it will never matter how beautiful or attractive you are because you'll never view yourself that way

🔮The sign on your 5th house cusp is usually the sun/dominant sign of your favorite artist; whether that's music, art, fashion, or literature (there's other aspects that can determine this but I relate to this the most)

✨I've met a lot of Aquarius, Pisces, and Virgo placements who are vegan/vegetarian (esp sun, moon, 2nd house, 6th house, and 12th house placements)

🔮Earth dominant people find animals very therapeutic

✨OPINION: I look at Mars signs as the type of vibe people give off, of course the rising sign plays a part in this as well but once you get to know someone I believe this becomes more and more apparent (unless Mars is in their 12th house ofc)

🔮OPINION: Sagittarius/Gemini/Capricorn placements are the funniest out of the zodiac - Sagittarius because they're outrageous and dramatic, Gemini because they're quick and witty, Capricorn because they're super sarcastic and have that dry humor

✨Aquarius placements have a lot of people who love them but they feel like no one truly *gets* them... they get a bad rep for always trying to be "different" and "unique" but they feel this in the worst way which leads to them becoming very lonely

🔮It takes a lot to get Leo/Taurus/Sagittarius/Aquarius/Capricorn placements mad but once you do you're f***ked

✨Cinderella definitely had Venus in the 1st house, Saturn in her 4th house, and Jupiter in the 7th house

🔮Lilith in the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th and 10th house attracts a lot of gossip

✨Lilith in the 1st house means you're your own worst enemy

🔮Lilith in the 4th house can indicate being a single parent

✨Lilith in the 12th house can indicate being a mistress or the male equivalent

🔮Juno through the houses can give more insight on what partner is right for you;

Juno in the 1st house; independent partner who wants to show the world they love you

Juno in the 5th house; a fun, creative and optimistic partner

Juno in the 11th house; a best friend, popular and friendly partner

Part 1

[uluthrek]

inheritance cycle modern au in which all of the dragons are horses which makes eragon the underdog horse girl, saphira the underdog girl horse and brom the disgruntled and disillusioned horse trainer who doesn’t believe in the validity of this sport until he sees the ✨bond✨ eragon has with his horse saphira who is still as blue as she is in canon (don’t ask that‘s just how it works, if you question this, i‘ll track your ip).

and galbatorix is the aggressively eastern european horse girl dad who had some sort of hip injury that brought his eventing career to an abrupt end and now he must vicariously live through his protégé, murtagh, lest he kills himself. and thorn is the very expensive horse galbatorix bought for wish fulfillment purposes and murtagh and thorn are so horribly traumatized by all the stress and pressure of defeating little kids at the pony finals that they ✨bond✨.

oromis and glaedr are their direct opponents and galbatorix nancy kerrigan‘s them (oromis dies like he does canonically because honestly, hunters be like that) so murtagh can get his ribbon. and then there‘s the big final competition and eragon, underdog wonder magic horse girl, goes toe to toe with murtagh, tortured champion to be, and they have this epic horse battle (an 80cm clear round but the atmosphere is very intense) and eragon loses. but then brom delivers this epic speech about idk man like success and passion and whatnot and then he dies which gives eragon the final push to defeat murtagh but OH NO, thorn is HURT from being OVERWORKED and murtagh has an epic horse peril breakdown and tearfully tells galbatorix he‘ll withdraw.

so galbatorix goes „fuck the kid“ and gets shruikan (the very bad very big black warmblood stallion that shows up in every horse girl movie) to best eragon HIMSELF (but not before locking nasuada, the animal rights activist that murtagh has struck up a tentative romance with, in a porta-potty). and then him and eragon compete and it‘s INTENSE (meanwhile, roran and katrina have a sub plot about capturing a flock of runaway ducks that is constantly being cut to during that climactic scene) and shit is looking DISMAL for poor eragon until a vision of brom and also his dead mother, because this is a proper horse girl movie and not some bibi und tina bullshit, and that gives him the strength to defeat galbatorix.

and then he wins and thorn doesn’t die and someone frees nasuada from the porta-potty and she gets to punch galbatorix in the face. and fírnen (who is a horse but also still green) emerges during the post credit scene and meets arya and sets up a cash grabby amazon prime spinoff series and roran and katrina successfully capture the ducks and everyone is happy and there is no more horse peril.

the whole thing takes place in exactly one horse show afternoon. it makes such perfect sense actually you can fit everyone in. nar garzvog‘s at the grill and makes hot dogs. islanzadi does nothing but drink cheap wine and bitch from the sidelines. angela mans the beverage stall and tells everyone who wants to listen (or doesn’t) that toads don’t exist. solembum is the raccoon on her shoulder who violates all fda guidelines by simply existing. orrin is nasuada‘s bitter ex boyfriend who pretended to be vegan for years so she‘d like him only to be dumped for murtagh and his emo swagger in a heartbeat. orik is a shetland pony.

[silverware-drawer]

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and also because you don't tag the months-old interactions with mariana you keep reblogging and I don't wanna see that shit on my dash lmao

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Finally finished the enchants on my scythe. Going to test this shit on a dungeon run will update

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you can come over and test it on me instead if i'm closer. like not in a weird way you can just hit me and I'll tell you how close I am to dying, how much blood I've lost etc

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fuck okay- pac I've been meaning to talk to you about this. Listen.

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you have. . . tendencies

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I hope you enjoy the island.

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shut up

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[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part 12)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Smut

Please comment and engage! Sorry this part is super long!

"Come in," you said as you opened the door to your father's apartment, sensing a hint of reluctance from Cillian's body language.

He hesitated at the threshold, his deep blue eyes scanning the cozy living space filled with mismatched furniture, which he already knew too well.

Your father and Cillian had been friends for many years so he could practically feel Dermont’s presence lingering in the air and it was your father's presence that made him a little uncomfortable.

"Sure," he mumbled, stepping inside and shedding his jacket, which you quickly took from him, hanging it on the back of the door.

“Wine?" you then asked before gesturing towards the sofa, indicating for him to take a seat.

"Yeah, thanks," he replied, his voice low and thoughtful as he sank into the cushions. "But only if you have some too."

"Of course I will," you smiled before you stepped into the kitchen, the clinking of the wine glasses echoing softly as you reached for them from one of the tall cabinets.

You then poured two glasses and returned to the living room, handing him one with a slight tremor in your fingers.

“There you go," you said as he took it, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, causing an electric connection that sent a shiver of uncertainty through you before, finally, silence wrapped around you like a hug, heavy and charged.

Cillian took a sip, his gaze lingering on the wine as if searching for answers in its dark depths while, at the same time and without words, you settled on the couch next to him, searching for casualness in the way you crossed your legs.

"So, uhm," Cillian said, breaking the silence, his voice drenched in discomfort. “Your dad took a trip to Kilkenny with Linda I hear? For the whole weekend?" he asked, attempting to lead the conversation away from the heavier matters you had discussed with each other earlier that night.

“Yeah,” you replied, a hint of amusement creeping into your words. “I guess. He didn’t really say much," you continued, unsure what else to say while Cillian casually raised an eyebrow at you.

"Do you like her?" he asked, clearly trying to be casual but failing to hide the tension that was creeping back into his voice. “Linda, I mean?” he clarified.

“Uhm, yeah, she's… interesting,” you said carefully, recalling the awkward dinner just a few days ago with your father and his new partner where she spent most of the time talking about her vegetable garden and the hybrid tomatoes she was trying to cultivate.

Cillian arched an eyebrow again, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Interesting how?” he asked, and you took a moment to think about her quirks, those peculiarities that seemed to straddle the line between charming and bizarre.

"Well, she talks a lot," you began, your lips twitching into a smirk. "And she seems a bit… eccentric,” you admitted, a smile breaking through despite yourself. “But she is nice enough. Just a little... much sometimes, you know?" you told Cillian before giggling at the thought of your father's latest romantic endeavours with her where he was trying to cook organic vegan meals and attending yoga classes with her at the crack of dawn.

Cillian chuckled in response, his laughter a warm sound that filled the space between you.

“I get that,” he said, his tension easing for a moment. “I have met her a few times and, whilst I thank that she might be a handful, I also believe that your dad likes that about her,” he said, shaking his head as if contemplating your father’s decision and reaching his approval.

“Yeah, definitely,” you agreed, a hint of affection woven into your tone. “I think he likes the excitement she brings to the table. It’s refreshing for him after everything he has been through with mum” you explained, thinking back to when they got divorced.

Cillian nodded, his gaze drifting out the window, where the Dublin sky had painted itself in hues of dusk , the colours a blend of deep indigos and fiery oranges.

"He seems happy," he then observed, realization dancing in his eyes, a flash of something tender yet wistful. “And it’s good to see him like that,” he furthermore observed, to which you nodded slowly, tracing the rim of your glass.

"I think so too and, for me, it's all that matters," you said, meeting his gaze. "I don't really have to like her, so long as he is happy, you know?" you added, feeling a surge of emotion as the weight of family dynamics slipped for a moment.

"That’s really big of you," Cillian replied, his tone carrying a blend of admiration and something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“It's not really," you shrugged, exhaling softly. “He is my dad. I love him and I just want him to move on, to have a life beyond the past. It's time and, to be honest with you, I think that it is time for you too…to move on I mean," you said, your heart racing as you inadvertently shifted the conversation back into uncharted territory.

Cillian’s gaze hardened slightly, reality settling back into the room like an unwelcome guest. "Y/N, it's not that simple," he replied, the depth of his voice underscoring the tension that hung in the air.

He set down his glass with a quiet thud, a small ripple of unease moving through the quiet atmosphere as you noticed the tension etched across his features.

“I know it’s not that simple, but you deserve to be happy too and, from what I have seen over the past few weeks, you are not," you continued as your breath caught at the sight of his blue eyes, those endless depths that made conversations feel dangerously intimate.

“It's -," he murmured, the weight of his voice heavy with unvoiced burdens as his eyes flicked up, searching yours, and something in the air thickened. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” you leaned forward, elbows resting on your knees. "How?" you challenged him to which Cillian sighed, shaking his head slowly as he weighed the words like stones in his mind.

 "Danielle and I... we've tried everything," he finally confessed, his voice a low murmur as he looked away, the lines around his eyes deepening with fatigue. “Marriage counselling, taking breaks… none of it seems to make a difference. We’re always at each other’s throats," he admitted, the frustration seeping through his words as he rubbed the back of his neck, a telltale sign of the stress he carried.

“Then have you considered leaving her?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the intensity of your gaze not wavering as you searched his face for answers.

His shoulders slumped, and he let out a long, heavy sigh.

“Many times," he admitted, his voice low and weary. "But when I took a break, things got worse. My youngest struggled in school. My son became insufferable, trying to play both sides. I had to come back; leaving just wasn’t an option,” he explained and you absorbed his words, your heart a heavy weight in your chest as you felt that familiar mix of empathy and concern.

"I know that it's a lot to carry, Cillian,” you said quietly, your gaze locked on his, tracing the deepening lines on his brow. “But, you staying in a marriage that has clearly failed, doesn’t seem fair to you and your children are old enough to understand that," you then continued, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you like a heavy fog. “Trust me, I have been there, caught up in the middle of it all as a teen and, in the end, the divorce between my parents was a blessing because I could see that my mum and dad were happier after it all went through,” you tried to reason.

Cillian leaned back, running a hand over his face as if to wipe away the burden lingering there. “I know, I know,” he sighed, his voice thick with frustration and desire. “And perhaps it is wrong that I am telling myself that I should just hang in there for a little while longer, purely for my children’s sake, but they are just not coping with me not being there for them, you know?" he said as you observed the conflict playing across his features, the deep creases of worry etched into his skin.

“Cillian,” you started, softening your voice, “They see the tension. They aren’t blind to that, especially not at their age, or my age even. Living in a house filled with unresolved arguments isn’t fair to them either. You being around but unhappy only makes things harder,” you argued gently, feeling warmth flush through your veins as you leaned even closer.

Cillian's gaze dropped, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “Maybe,” he muttered, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his glass again, the swirling wine reflecting the tumult in his mind. “It’s just that every time I think I can leave for good, Danielle makes up a new excuse so that I would come right back to her. Last time, it was the kids' grades slipping and, of course, she blamed me for it," he vented, frustration tightening his voice. “And then there comes her nagging, reminding me of every single moment she felt wronged and every choice that led us to this point,” he sighed heavily, the frustration lacing his voice as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s like a loop that never ends, Y/N. I can't seem to find a way out," he admitted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as he raked a hand through his hair and a heavy pause filled the space.

You leaned in closer, compelled to ease the weight draping over him like a shroud. “Cillian, you’re not trapped,” you said, your voice firm yet gentle, coaxing him to meet your gaze. “You have the power to choose your path. It’s daunting, I get that, but living in dissatisfaction isn’t life, it’s merely existing and your children should not think that this is normal either, because it’s not,” you told him and Cillian stared at you, his expression a storm of conflicting feelings.

“How on earth are you so mature for your age?” he asked, his voice almost incredulous, as if he was seeing you for the first time through a lens of clarity.

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I guess I just grew up fast," you then said before silence enveloped you both, thick with unspoken emotions as Cillian's deep blue gaze bore into yours, reading between the lines.

“Can I ask you something?” you eventually asked, breaking the silence first and Cillian nodded slowly, his gaze still locked on yours, sharp and intent.

“Sure,” he replied, curiosity flaring in the depths of his blue eyes.

“Did you ever cheat on Danielle?” you questioned him, almost out of breath as you leaned back slightly, gauging his reaction. Cillian's expression shifted, a flash of irritation sparking in his eyes.

"What makes you ask that?" he wanted to know as his voice took on a sharper edge, fingers clutching his glass tightly.

“I just heard some rumours, I guess,” you replied carefully, gauging his response.

“Rumours?” he echoed, disbelief etching his features and you knew that you had to tell him the truth.

"Nina may have mentioned something about it. She overheard it somewhere and it got back to me," you confessed cautiously without revealing too much of what your friend had told you.

To your surprise, however, Cillian shook his head and he sighed. "Those rumours are just that—rumours,” he said simply, but looked at him as if you wanted to hear more, some sort of explanation or reasoning behind this statement.

 “Danielle always had a tendency to stir the pot, especially when she felt threatened,” he thus eventually said, his voice clipped, the tension tightening around his frown.

“Threatened by what?” you pressed causing Cillian's expression to shift again, revealing a deeper layer of hurt beneath the surface.

“By the industry, by the actresses I work with, by the constant attention that comes with my job,” he confessed, frustration lacing his voice. “I’ve never stepped out on her—never even kissed anyone off-screen before last week when I really fucked up," he admitted, his voice thick with regret, a heaviness lingering in the air.

“You mean the kiss we shared?” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could catch them, a tremor in your voice reflecting the weight of the moment.

Cillian’s gaze bore into yours, searching for truth in the depths of your eyes. “Yes," he admitted, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “The kiss we shared,” he confirmed, causing you to sigh.

"Like I said before, Cillian," you responded with urgency rising in your chest. “It was me who kissed you. Not the other way around. So, it shouldn’t count against you. You weren’t the one initiating it so you shouldn't feel guilty about it," you continued, your heartbeat quickening.

“Yes, I should," he said firmly, shaking his head as if to dispel the illusion with each word. "I enjoyed it too much, Y/N. That counts for something and, to tell you the truth, that evening, I wanted more," he admitted, the and the weight of that admission hung between you, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

"You wanted more?" you whispered, your heart racing as you dared to hold his gaze, searching his expression for sincerity. "But you pulled away?" you questioned, your breath hitching at the weight of his confession, trying to make sense of it all.

 “Because I had to,” he said, the rawness of his voice sending a shiver through the quiet room. “It was wrong, and I knew that it couldn’t lead anywhere good," he finished softly, his brow furrowing as he absorbed the implications of his words.

"For what it's worth, I wanted more too," you whispered, your breath escaping in a soft rush before you continued. "I wanted to sleep with you that night and, to be honest with you, I still do," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, the confession unravelling between you like delicate thread winding through the fabric of the moment.

Cillian's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise glowing in the depths of his blue gaze.

"Y/N…" he started, his voice low and cautious, laced with an urgency that reverberated in the space between you.

“Cillian, I know that we shouldn’t -, ” you began, your heart hammering in your chest, “- and I know that I shouldn’t feel attracted to you like this, but I do,” you managed, your voice trembling under the weight of confession as you searched his eyes, begging for understanding.

“Why?" His question hung in the air like a delicate thread, weaving around the tension swirling between you, begging for an answer that felt both terrifying and inevitable.

"Why what?" you stammered, the intensity of his gaze piercing through your uncertainty.

"Why me?" Cillian pressed, his voice low and serious, the weight of your admission shifting the atmosphere as he leaned closer, demanding answers. "I mean, I am your friend's father. I am almost fifty, and you are in your twenties, so I don't understand how -," he began but you cut him off, a rush of emotion surging as you leaned in, the distance between you shrinking like the space left for hesitation.

"How I could be attracted to a 48-year old man?" you asked, your voice steadying with a slight chuckle as you leaned forward, heart racing.

Cillian nodded slowly, the weight of your words settling between you as he looked at you, his eyes full of questions..

"It's quite easy actually," you replied, a teasing smile lighting your face as his curiosity deepened.

“You are intelligent, kind and incredibly handsome," you finished, holding his gaze without flinching.

Cillian’s breath caught for a moment, surprise flitting across his features as a slow smile crept onto his lips. "Handsome? Right..." he echoed, a blend of incredulity and amusement flickering in his deep blue eyes.

"Well, it’s true," you replied, daring a smirk as you leaned back, crossing your arms defiantly. "And I never paid too much attention to it before. I mean, I always thought that you were a good looking man and all, but when we filmed that intense but somewhat awkward sex scene together the other week I realised just how attracted I am to you," you said, your voice steadying, remembering the rush of adrenaline mingled with desire in those stolen moments on set. "I had to try hard not to stare too much, you know?" you confessed, the heat creeping into your cheeks as you recalled the way your gaze had traced the contours of his face, every freckle and line before focusing on the patch of grey hair on his chest.

"Oh please," he laughed, shaking his head slightly, yet the corners of his lips betraying him, lifting ever so slightly with amusement.

"I am dead serious," you insisted, leaning in closer, the air thick with tension as the sincerity in your words turned his teasing tone into something far more lingering. "I think you are incredibly sexy Cillian and I know many other women my age do too,” you whispered, your heart pounding as the honesty rolled off your tongue, each word infused with a daring edge, thanks to the amount of liquor you had consumed that night.

 Cillian's breath hitched, the open vulnerability shining in his blue eyes eliciting a warmth that filled the space between you both. You saw the flicker of something deeper within him, a released tension that seemed to weave around the lingering uncertainty until his defences finally broke down.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian murmured, the weight of your words settling around you like a warm, heavy blanket. "We can't," he then began as he ran a hand through his hair, visibly grappling with the storm of emotions swirling within him. But, before he could even finish his sentence, you spoke up again.

“But,” you said, your voice soft yet firm, leaning even closer as your heart hammered against your ribcage. “What if we just… let this happen? Just for a moment, to see where it takes us? Even just that once,” you whispered, the words hanging in the air like the promise of a storm.

Cillian’s gaze flickered over your face, searching for something palpable in your eyes.

His brows furrowed, and you could see the internal battle raging behind those blue depths, the weight of desire warring with his sense of responsibility.

A moment stretched between you, thick with unspoken possibilities, swirling emotions creating a tempest in the stillness of the apartment.

“I shouldn’t even be considering it,” Cillian said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, jagged with a mix of longing and guilt. “But there is something about you Y/N, something that makes it so hard to resist,” he confessed, his breath hitching as he leaned in closer, the warmth emanating from his body a magnetic pull that ignited something deep within you.

"Then don't resist," you whispered, your heart racing as you leaned even closer, the space between you practically non-existent now.

Cillian met your gaze, his blue eyes fierce and stormy as he caressed your cheek gently, his thumb grazing your skin with a featherlight touch that sent sparks of warmth coursing through you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at your heart as he leaned even closer, your breath mingling in the charged air between you.

“Shh," you murmured, closing the distance by leaning in further, your lips barely a breath away from his and it was in that very moment that his defences crumbled like dust in the wind.

With a low hum, Cillian's mouth brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, as if he was testing the waters.

Your breaths mingled, the warmth of his exhale mingling with your own before, finally, your lips parted, inviting him to explore, to take what he had been craving. 

Cillian's fingers, which had been tracing the line of your jaw, now delved into your hair, his palm cupping the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, a low groan escaping him.

The taste of wine lingered on his tongue, mixed with something much more primal and intoxicating. You let out a soft, needful sound, your body pressing closer to his as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even deeper into the kiss. His hands, meanwhile, roamed, exploring the curves of your body as if to catch up for lost time, each touch igniting a spark of desire that spread like wildfire through your veins.

The heat between you was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and the weight of your mutual attraction.

You could feel the tension in his muscles, the war he was waging with himself as his hands moved from your hair to your back, his fingers tracing the outline of your spine through the thin fabric of your shirt. It was a dance of sorts, a push and pull between desire and virtue, each touch a question without an answer.

Cillian pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked into your eyes, searching for a sign, a permission he wasn't sure he had.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs tracing the almost non existing stubble on his jaw. "Don't stop," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. "Please, don't stop."

Cillian's eyes darkened, the battle in them finally surrendering to the storm of desire that had been brewing between you both. He captured your mouth once more, his lips demanding and hungry now, and you met his intensity with your own, your hands fisting in his hair as you deepened the kiss.

You felt the weight of his body shift, pushing you back onto the couch, his hands roaming your body, tracing the curve of your hip, the small of your back, before settling on the hem of your shirt. With a swift movement, he pulled it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to tear the fabric over your head and toss it aside.

"You are beautiful," he groaned, his gaze roving over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

His hands moved to cup your breasts, the heat of his palms searing through the thin fabric of your bra. You arched into his touch, a low moan escaping your lips as he teased your nipples through the lace, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"God, Cillian..." you murmured, your voice a ragged whisper, your hips lifting off the couch in a plea for more. "I can't believe this is fucking happening," you  gasped, looking down at his hands, at the way they cupped your breasts, at the way his thumbs teased your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight between your legs.

"Me neither," Cillian growled, the sound low and primal before spotting the clasp of your lace bra, conveniently located at the front  . He expertly unclasped it with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours, as he slowly revealed you to him, inch by agonizing inch.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he gasped, his gaze drinking you in as he peeled the bra away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in a way you hadn't felt in a long time, not even with your ex. But there was something different about Cillian, a raw intensity that made you feel alive, every nerve ending on fire and you wanted more. So much more.

As if he had caught your cues, Cillian quickly removed his own t-shirt, leaving you with a view of his freckled chest, peppered with grey hair that you had admired so many times during that scene.

"So are you ," you whispered, your gaze tracing the contours of his chest, the lines and curves that told the story of a man who had lived and loved.

Cillian's hands moved to the button of your jeans, his fingers deftly undoing them before sliding the zipper down. You lifted your hips to help him, a shiver running down your spine as he peeled the denim away, leaving you clad only in a black lace thong.

"Jesus Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he took in the sight of you, his eyes lingering on the small scrap of fabric that covered your most intimate area. "You have no idea  what you do to me," he whispered, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself between your legs.

You could feel the heat of him through his jeans, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your core, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, grinding against him in a silent plea for more.

"I think I do have some idea, seeing how hard  you are right now," you whispered, your voice laced with a smoky sensuality that you had never known you possessed until now.

Cillian groaned  in response, his hips moving against yours as your lips collided once more, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. But then, he leaned back slightly and his gaze locked onto yours as he began to trail kisses down your neck.

"Fuck this feels nice," you  whispered, your head falling back, exposing your delicate flesh to his eager mouth.

He nipped and sucked at your skin, his stubble scratching against your softness, sending shivers down your spine as, within less than a minute, he reached your right breast.  He took that hardened nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before sucking hard, eliciting a moan from deep within you.

“Oh god,” you cried out, arching your back, offering him more of yourself.

He switched to the other breast, showing it the same attention, his hands roaming, groping your ass, pulling you against him, before changing direction and slowly sliding beneath your thong.

You wanted to be touched there, by him, but me made a point of teasing you.  His fingers were inches away from your soaked core, yet he took his time, tracing the line of your thigh, sending shivers through your body.

"Cillian, please," you begged, your hips lifting in a silent plea, desperate for more.

"Please what?" he murmured, his voice a low growl against your skin as he continued his slow, torturous journey towards your centre, his fingers teasingly close, yet agonizingly far. "You need to tell me," he whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh, making your body tremble with anticipation.

"I need you to touch me," you gasped, your voice barely more than a ragged plea. "I need you to fucking touch me, Cillian. Right fucking now."

He chuckled, a dark, primal sound that sent shivers down your spine before he finally brushed against your clit, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You let out a small cry, your eyes fluttering closed as your head fell back against the couch.

"Yes, there," you moaned, your hips lifting as you ground against his hand, desperate for more pressure, more friction.

Cillian's fingers moved with precision, tracing the slick folds of your pussy, teasing your clit before dipping lower, pressing against your entrance. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard length of his cock straining against his jeans, desperate to be set free.

"Better now?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble, as he began to slowly push a finger inside you, his thumb continuing to rub your clit in small, circular motions.

"Yes," you moaned, your hips lifting to meet his hand, your body begging for more. "Oh god yes!" 

Cillian complied with your silent pleas, his finger sliding deeper inside you, filling you in a way that made you gasp with pleasure. He then added a second finger, stretching you, preparing you for what was to come, suprised by just how tight you were.

"Fuck, you're so tight Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "And so fucking wet," he observed, and you could only moan in response, your head thrashing from side to side, your body on fire with need.

His fingers moved inside you, curling, searching for that spot that would make you see stars. When he found it, you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Oh god, right there," you gasped, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as you never experienced this before. "Right fucking there, Cillian. Don't stop," you begged and, of course,  he didn't stop.

His fingers worked you skillfully, mercilessly, their movements slick with your desire as he relentlessly stroked that spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your moans filled the room, a symphony of need and ecstasy, as you rocked your hips against his hand, chasing the sensation, desperate for more.

"Cillian," you gasped, breathless, your eyes locked onto his. "Please, please, oh my god!" 

Cillian's jaw clenched, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

He could feel the pressure building within you, the tension coiling like a spring ready to snap. He knew exactly what you needed, what you were begging for.

"Let go for me,"  he commanded, his voice a low growl, his fingers relentless as they stroked that spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. "Come for me, Y/N. Let me feel you come all over my hand."

His words, so filthy and so fucking perfect, sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, your back arching off the couch as you cried out his name, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you had never felt before.

"Oh my god! Fuck!" you screamed, drenching  Cillian's hand with your release as you bucked against his fingers, clenching and unclenching around them, your muscles clamping down as waves of pleasure rolled through you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Cillian watched, mesmerized, as you came undone before him, your back arching, your breasts heaving, your eyes wild with ecstasy, squirting. He could feel your cum on his hand, slick and hot, and it drove him wild. He wanted more. He wanted all of you.

Intoxicated by your orgasm, Cillian's fingers were soaked in your release, a sight that made his cock throb with need. He reluctantly pulled his fingers from your warmth, bringing them to his lips, tasting you for the first time.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he groaned, his voice laced with primal desire. He looked down at you, his eyes wild with hunger, and then at his hand, glistening with your arousal. "But I want to taste you properly," he said, his voice thick with lust.

He pushed himself to his knees on the floor, pulling you towards him, removing your soaked thong and spreading your legs wider.

You could feel the cool air against your heated flesh, making your skin prickle with anticipation as you completely ignored the wet puddle beneath you on the couch. Your brain was mush, and you felt almost disoriented from the pleasure you had just felt. 

Cillian's eyes locked onto your pussy, now glistening with your release. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh, sending shivers through your body.

"Oh fuck," you gasped as his tongue darted out, licking you from bottom to top, his stubble scratching against your skin.

"Mmm," he hummed, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you as he savored the remands of your cum on his tongue. "You taste so fucking perfect."

You groaned, your hands fisting in his hair as you pressed him closer, desperate for more. "Please, Cillian," you begged, your voice a ragged whisper. "Don't tease me."

He chuckled, the sound low and dirty as he dove back in, his tongue lapping at your clit, drawing out moans that you could barely control. He sucked and nipped, his mouth working you in a way that made your vision blur and your body tingle.

You could feel the pressure building inside you again, even faster than before. You were so fucking sensitive, every touch, every lick sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

You spread your legs wider, giving him better access, your hips lifting to meet his mouth. "Fuck, Cillian, don't stop. Please don't stop," you begged, your voice ragged with need. Your hands clutched at the cushions, your knuckles white as you gripped them tight, desperate for something to anchor you to reality.

Cillian was relentless, his tongue and teeth working in perfect harmony, driving you insane with pleasure.

You couldn't believe how good he was at this, how he seemed to know exactly what to do, how to touch you, how to make you feel everything all at once. It was almost too much, way too much to bear and yet, you wanted even more. 

"I can't...I can't fucking take it anymore," you panted, your body writhing under Cillian's expert ministrations. "Please Cillian, I need you inside me. I need your fucking cock inside me, right now."

Cillian groaned, his breath hot against your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. He looked up, his blue eyes locked onto yours, wild with desire as he listened to the filth spill from your mouth.  The raw, unbridled want in your voice made his cock throb even harder, the pressure heightening until it was almost painful.

"Fuck," he thus growled, his voice low and primal as he too could not take it anymore.

He stood up abruptly, pushing his jeans down his legs, bringing his black briefs into view.  You could see the outline of his cock through the fabric, hard and ready, a wet  spot at the tip indicating his desire. 

"Please , Cillian," you begged again, your voice thick with need, your gaze locked onto his cock desperate for him to free it from its confinement. "I want to see all of you, and I want to feel you inside me," you begged and Cillian groaned, the sound low and guttural as he finally pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock.

It sprang out, hard and heavy, the thick shaft pulsing with need.

"Fuck," you gasped, your eyes widening at the sight of him, your pussy clenching with anticipation. He was larger than you had expected, with  thick veins running along his shaft, and the sight of him like that, so hard and ready for you, sent a surge of fresh desire coursing through your veins.

Cillian kicked off his jeans and briefs, standing before you completely naked, his cock standing to attention and a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip, before he kneeled down again, crawling onto the couch and positioning himself between your legs.

"Fuck, I don't have a condom," he said, his voice thick with desire, his eyes never leaving yours as reality came crashing back into your mind—the reality that neither of you were prepared for this moment.

"I'm on the pill," you replied, your voice a breathless whisper. "It's fine," you assured him, your eyes locked onto his as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock just barely teasing your slick folds.

Cillian's gaze darkened, desire and need swirling in the depths of his blue eyes as he looked down at you, poised and ready to take you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, the words low and primal. “You have no idea how much I want to be inside you, ever since that fucking kiss," he then added, his cock twitching in anticipation, the pre-cum leaking from his tip against your folds, the sight of it making your mouth water in the most inappropriate way.

He rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance, coating himself in your arousal, the wetness a testament to your desire. You let out a ragged breath, your hips lifting to meet his, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Cillian, please,” you begged, your voice a low moan. “I need you. I need your cock inside me.”

He didn't need further encouragement.

With a groan, Cillian pushed the head of his cock into your tight, wet heat, filling you inch by inch. You gasped at the sensation of him stretching you, your body adjusting to his size.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly sank deeper into you. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you had never felt like this before.  The heat and pressure of him inside you made your head spin.

"Fuck, Cillian," you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you felt him sink deeper, inch by agonizing inch.  You could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock, pulsing inside you, sending shivers down your spine.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he ground out, his hips moving slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. You let out a soft moan, your body humming with pleasure, the sensation overwhelming as he began to move inside you.

He had only been the second man you had ever been with, but you knew already that it would be hard for anyone else to compete with what he made you feel.

The slow, deliberate pace of his thrusts drove you wild, a beautiful, agonizing torture.

"More," you gasped, your nails digging into his back, urging him on. "Please," you begged, knowing that he was teasing you again.

"God, you are impatient," he  chuckled, his voice tight with restraint. "You feel too fucking good for me to rush this."

"Fuck, Cillian, please!" you pleaded, your hips rising to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts. 

Cillian's eyes flickered with intensity, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain control. "You're going to have to be patient," he growled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, and you moaned against his lips, your body aching for more.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, and his eyes locked onto yours. "But god, you're beautiful like this, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he began to thrust all the way in, finally. "I love hearing you beg and feeling you clench around me."

You gasped, your hips meeting his thrusts, your body adjusted to his size now, the pleasure building once again. "Yes," you cried out, your nails raking across his shoulders. "Oh god yes!" you almost screamed as the head of his cock hit your cervix over and over again.  It was a sensation you had never experienced before. You were on fire, your body consumed by the heat of his touches, the sound of his voice, the taste of his skin. You were lost in the moment, in the feeling of him, and you never wanted it to end.

"Don't stop! Don't fucking  stop!" you cried out, your nails digging deeper into his back as you felt him start to pick up his pace, his hips slamming against yours with a force that sent your breath hitching and your body arching off the couch.

Cillian's eyes were fixed on yours, his gaze intense and hungry as he watched you take him, watched you lose yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire and a hint of dominance. "You like it when I fuck you hard."

You couldn't respond, couldn't find the words to answer him.

All you could do was nod your head, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he continued to pound into you, his hips slamming against yours. You could feel the pleasure coiling inside you, tight and intense, ready to explode at any second.

Cillian must have seen it in your eyes, must have felt it in your body, because he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Come for me, Y/N," he groaned, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

His dirty words were your undoing again and your body began to shudder as the orgasm built inside you, ready to explode. You could feel it, like a dam ready to burst, the pressure building and building until you thought you might explode from the sheer intensity of it.

"Cillian," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back, your body writhing beneath him. "I'm going to come. Oh god, I'm going to come," you cried out, your voice ragged with need.

"That's it, baby," Cillian growled, his voice low and primal. "Come for me. Come all over my fucking cock," he growled into your ear, his words sending electric bolts of pleasure through your body.

You could feel it building, the pressure inside you ready to explode. You clenched around him, your inner muscles tightening as your body prepared to shatter.

"Cillian!" you screamed, your voice high and breathless as the orgasm slammed into you, your back arching off the couch as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Your nails dug deeper into his back, your body convulsing as you came, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, milking him for everything he had.

Cillian groaned, his hips moving in rapid, shallow thrusts as he chased his own release, his body straining with the effort.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled, his voice thick with lust and exertion. "You feel so fucking good. You're so tight, so wet. I can't get enough of you," he panted, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

You moaned, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm as you felt him begin to swell inside you, his cock throbbing with the impending release.

"Do you want me to pull out?"  Cillian asked, his voice a low growl as he felt his cock pulsing, ready to explode. 

You shook your head, your eyes locked onto his. "No," you whispered, your voice still ragged with pleasure. "I want you to come inside me, Cillian. I want to feel it. I want to feel all of you."

Cillian groaned, his hips quickening, his cock throbbing with the force of his impending release. You could feel him, deep inside you, swelling and pulsing, ready to fill you with his cum.

The thought of it sent a fresh wave of pleasure through your body, and you clenched around him, your inner muscles milking him, urging him on.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian groaned, his hips moving faster now, his thrusts shallow and rapid as he chased his release. "You're going to make me come so hard," he  panted, his voice thick with desire and exertion. "But I want to make you come again first. I want to feel you come all over my cock one more time."

His words sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through your body, your nerves still humming from the intensity of your previous orgasm, but when he pulled out,  you couldn't help but whimper in protest.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your hips lifting in a silent plea for him to fill you again.

"Turn around and lean against  the back of the couch," Cillian instructed, his voice a low growl, thick with desire.

You complied, your body still humming with pleasure as you shifted your position, leaning against the back of the couch with your ass presented to him. You looked at him over your shoulder, your eyes dark with need and anticipation.

Cillian stood for a moment, his gaze roving over your body, taking in every curve and line before he stepped forward, his cock hard and ready still. He grasped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he positioned himself behind you.

You could feel the heat of his cock against your ass, the dampness of your arousal coating his shaft. You bit your lip, anticipation coursing through your veins as you awaited his next move.

"Spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. You complied, your body eager to please him, to feel him inside you again. You spread your legs, exposing yourself to him completely, your pussy slick and ready for him.

Cillian groaned, the sound low and primal as he rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance again before kissing your neck from behind.  "You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look like this," he murmured, his cock twitching with anticipation as he traced the shell of your ear with his tongue. "You are just perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he ran his hands over your curves, his fingers dipping between your legs to tease your clit before he slipped two inside you again, scissoring you open, a reminder of the pleasure he could give.

You moaned, your head falling back against his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you arched into his touch. "God, Cillian," you gasped, your hips lifting to meet his hand, desperate for more. "Fuck me, please. I need your cock back inside me. Don't make me beg!"

Cillian chuckled against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "Begging is half the fun though, isn't it?" he whispered, his voice a low growl. But he knew he couldn't tease you much longer, not with the way your body was trembling with need.

He guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head against your slit, eliciting a loud moan from you. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he finally pushed in, this time with one  swift, deep thrust.

"Fuck!" you cried out, the force of his entry momentarily stealing your breath away. Your hands gripped the back of the couch for support, your knuckles white as you felt him fill you completely, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.

Cillian held still for a moment, his cock throbbing inside you as he let you adjust to his size. "You alright?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, concern laced with lust.

"Yes," you panted, your voice barely more than a breath.

"I'm more than alright. I'm fucking perfect right now."

Cillian chuckled, a dark, primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Good," he growled, his hips beginning to move, pulling back before thrusting into you again, harder this time. 

He reached around to  grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he began to move inside you, his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, that's deep," you groaned, the sound of your voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. It was a sensation you had never felt before, and you loved it.

"Too deep?"  Cillian asked, his voice a low growl, as he leaned over you, his hot breath on your neck while he traced two fingers over your clit now, circling them over it for extra stimulation.

"No, fuck! It's perf...fucking perfect," you managed to gasp, your voice ragged with need and exertion.

Cillian grunted in approval, his hips moving with a primal rhythm, his cock pounding into you with forceful thrusts that sent electric shocks of pleasure rippling through your body.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so perfect around my cock," he growled, his words thick with lust and effort. "I can feel you clenching around me, milking me dry. It's so fucking hot."

His fingers worked your clit with expert precision, circling and teasing, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"Oh my god I am so fucking close again! Please, Cillian, don't stop!" You pleaded, your body aching for release, your muscles tensing with the need to come.

Cillian's fingers continued to work your clit, his strokes expert and relentless, driving you ever closer to the edge. His cock was a piston inside you, slamming against your cervix with brutal force, each thrust eliciting a loud cry of pleasure and pain from you.

"That's it, Y/N," Cillian groaned, his voice thick with lust and exertion. "Come for me again!"

His words were fuel to the fire burning inside you. You could feel the pressure building once again, the tension coiling in your core, ready to snap. His cock pounded into you, each thrust hitting your cervix with a force that sent electric shocks of pleasure through your body. His fingers worked your clit with expert precision, his strokes relentless, driving you ever closer to the edge.

"Cillian," you gasped, your voice ragged and breathless. "I'm so fucking close. Oh god, Cillian, I'm so close!" you gasped, your body trembling with the force of your impending release. Your nails raked against the back of the couch, your knuckles white from the force of your grip.

Cillian's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he slammed into you with increased fervor. "That's it, Y/N," he growled, his voice deep and primal. Show me how much you fucking want this."

His words sent you spiraling over the edge.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your body tensed, your back arching as you cried out, “Cillian! Fuck!"

Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you convulsed around him. You could feel your juices gushing out, soaking his cock and your thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, and you screamed his name, your voice echoing through the apartment.

Cillian grunted, his hips pounding into you with increased force, chasing his own release.

"Watching you come is the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said but you couldn't respond, your body still writhing with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he continued to fuck you, his cock swelling and throbbing inside you.

"And I am so fucking close as well," he groaned, his voice thick with lust and exertion. "I want to fill you, Y/N. I want to fill you with my cum. Is that what you want?" he panted, his fingers tightening on your hips as he thrust into you with renewed urgency.

"Oh god yes," you managed to gasp, your voice still ragged with pleasure. "I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you fill me up," you said and your words sent him over the edge.

With a deep, guttural groan, Cillian's cock began to pulse inside you, his hips moving in rapid, shallow thrusts as he chased his release. "Fuck, Y/N," he panted, his voice thick with lust and effort as you clenched around him, your inner muscles tightening as you urged him on, desperate to feel him come.

Cillian's body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought to maintain control, his cock throbbing with the need for release until, finally, he thrust in deep and stilled. 

"Fuck," he groaned loudly and deeply against your shoulder, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body.

You could feel it, the heat of his seed, filling you, marking you as his own. The thought sent a fresh wave of pleasure through you, your pussy clenching around him as if to milk him for every last drop.

"Y/N," Cillian panted, his forehead resting against your damp hair, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "God , that was...fuck...," he said, lost for words as his breathing was still ragged from the force of his orgasm. 

You nodded in agreement, your body still humming with pleasure as you felt him slowly slide out of you, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness that you never wanted to experience again.

While he was kissing the back of your neck and shoulder, you could feel his cum  slowly oozing out, down your thighs, that was the most erotic sensation that you had ever had. You could almost feel it drip onto the couch, and that made you want to lick it up. You wanted to taste his cum, your cum, combined, so you reached between your legs and scooped up a fingerful before turning around and bringing it up to your mouth.

You licked it off, your tongue swirling around your fingers, making sure to get every last drop while he watched you, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction.

"We taste good together," you murmured, your voice low and husky.

Cillian groaned, a sound that came from deep within him, his cock already hardening again, but his mind was conflicted now. He knew that what you had just shared was wrong.  He had always been a responsible man, especially when it came to his friends and family, but by sleeping with you he had wronged them both.

But for now, he pushed these thoughts of guilt aside, unable to resist the raw and immediate desire that still burned between you. He pulled you into his arms, one hand tangled in your hair, the other cupping your ass, his mouth crushing down onto yours in a fierce, desperate kiss; a kiss that tasted of you and him, combined.

"Fuck," he groaned against your lips, "We do taste good together and you are fucking addictive, you know that?" he said after lips drifted apart just enough to let him talk.

You smiled, pulling him back into a kiss, your tongue clashing with his, tasting the remnants of your combined flavors. "I could say the same," you whispered against his lips, before pulling away, your eyes searching his face. "But I think we should get some sleep. It's 4am," you whispered, breaking the kiss and smiling up at him. 

Cillian nodded, his hand still cupping your ass, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Yes, we should," he said. "I should probably go," he added, reluctance heavy in his voice as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"No," you insisted, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest. "Stay. We can sleep, then... maybe do this again in the morning."

Cillian hesitated, his forehead furrowing as he considered your words. "Y/N, I—"

You placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. "Just stay. Please. Just tonight. I know that this may be a one-time thing, so we should make the most of it," you whispered, your voice soft, your eyes pleading with him to understand.

You could see the internal battle raging behind his blue eyes, the struggle between desire and duty. You knew that he wasn't the kind of man to do things half-heartedly, and you also knew that he was very aware of the implication of their actions.

Cillian sighed, his arms tightening around you before he nodded, conceding to your request. "Alright, just for tonight," he murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of his decision. He knew that this was a bad idea, but the desire coursing through his veins was too strong to resist.

He had never felt this way about anyone in a very long time, and the thought of leaving now was unbearable. He decided to stay, at least for the night, and deal with the consequences in the morning.

With that, you led him to your bedroom which was bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp from the floor next to your bed.

He pulled back the covers and gestured for you to get in first and, with an almost silent nod, you slid beneath the warm blankets, the cool sheets a stark contrast to your heated skin.

Cillian followed suit, turning off the lamp before slipping into bed next to you , his body radiating warmth as he pulled you close.

You snuggled against him, your head resting on his chest, your arm draped across his torso. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was comforting, and you closed your eyes, a contented sigh escaping your lips.

"Goodnight, Cillian," you murmured, your voice soft and sleepy.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, his voice gentle and laced with affection. He tangled his fingers in your hair, gently playing with the strands as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling the tension within him slowly easing.

You knew he was still battling with his decision to stay, but you were grateful that he had chosen to put his desires above his concerns, at least for the night.

As you lay there, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you couldn't help but think about the connection you shared. It was more than just physical attraction; there was something deeper, something that drew you to him, even though he was more than twice your age. You felt seen and understood by him in a way that you hadn't experienced with anyone else.

"Cillian?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"Hmm?" he replied, his fingers still gently playing with your hair.

"Nothing," you said, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment. "Its just... thank you for staying  ," you whispered, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest in the soft light cast by the moon through the window. "I don't think I could have handled it if you left right now."

Cillian's chest rose and fell beneath your head, his breath warm against your skin. "And I couldn't have left," he murmured, his voice soft and low.  "Despite everything, I don't want to be anywhere else right now." His confession surprised both of you, but it felt right, true.

You nuzzled closer, breathing in the scent of him, a mix of his cologne and the remnants of your shared passion. The silence between you was comfortable, not awkward, and with that, you eventually drifted off to sleep , your body relaxed and sated, safe in his arms.

Your sleep was, however, short-lived when, at around 8 o'clock, the door bell rang. You groaned, burying your face deeper into his chest, not wanting to wake up yet. But the incessant ringing forced you to stir.

"Shit," you then cursed while Cillian looked at you, his face curious and worried.

"Are you expecting  someone?" Cillian asked, his voice still groggy with sleep.

"No, not really," you replied, your head still buried in his chest as you tried to remember if you had any early morning appointments scheduled. "It might be a delivery though. I wouldn't be suprised if my dad ordered some groceries for me earlier this week, because he has this misconception that I could starve to death when he is not here," you murmured, trying to recall any such conversations. "I'll go check."

Reluctantly, you slipped out of Cillian's warm embrace and out of the bed, grabbing your robe from the foot of your bed and wrapping it around you before padding to the door and picking up the intercom.

"Hello?"  you said into the intercom, your voice still thick with sleep.

A familiar voice came through the speaker, and you gasped in shock, realising who it was.

"Hey Y/N, it's me. I have some coffee and bagels! Are you going to let me in?" Nina asked through the intercom, her voice cheerful and, of course, you hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to come up with an explanation as to why you could not let her come upstairs. 

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[imhappierthanever]

Billie’s Birthday

-You had been waiting all year for this one day. Billie’s 23rd Birthday. You couldn’t wait to spend it with her.

-You crawled on top of your girlfriend, straddling her, kissing down her body, and back up again until you felt her begin to move, wrapping her arms around you.

-“Are we starting early today, my love?” Billie asks with her eyes still closed, the cutest smile on her face that makes you want to skip everything you have planned for her.

-“Someone I love very much has a birthday today. Do you think she’s ready to celebrate?”

-“Only if it means we get to stay in bed all day like this.” She said letting her lips glide along yours.

-“Maybe later my darling. But for now, let’s celebrate your special day. Happy Birthday, Billie! I love you so much, and I want to make this the best birthday you’ve ever had.” You say sweetly.

-You traced her jawline with your fingers, letting her eyes bore into yours.

-“Thank you, baby. I love you more. You didn’t have to do anything for me, all I needed was you.”

-You couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. You told her you had a whole day planned for just the two of you.

-You knew she loved when she went to Hawaii with Drew and you decided to recreate that trip, only make it your own with more memories you both wouldn’t forget.

-Once you finally managed to pull apart, you made your way to the bathroom, reattaching yourselves to each other in the shower. Never separating for too long.

-It was all about Billie today. All about her happiness and pleasure. Her every wish was your command.

-After the longest shower to date you both stepped out, getting dressed and getting ready for the rest of the day.

-You both headed to the beach hand in hand, picnic basket in your other hand full of breakfast for the two of you.

-You fed her bite by bite, kissing her every now and then. You couldn’t help being sickeningly cute and sweet with your girlfriend.

-You impressed her by making her vegan noodle soup almost as well as she did. All though Billie said it was exact, you knew in your heart hers would always be the best.”

-You finished everything in your basket, cuddling almost directly after, never forgetting Billie’s love language.

-You went for a long walk on the beach hand in hand before stopping her, making her face you.

-You pulled something out of your pocket and handed it to her. She smiled instantly taking it, her gear fingers pulling it open.

-You were certainly no song writer, but you wanted to try for Billie. You watched her smile as she read the lyrics, letting her eyes lock on yours every now and then, giving your hand a squeeze.

-“Aw babe. This is so sweet. I can’t believe you feel this way about me. I don’t deserve you.” She said

-“It’s me who doesn’t deserve you, Billie. You’re everything and more to me. And I wish I could tell you how much you meant to me.” You said placing her hand on your heart.

-“Lyrics could never capture how I feel. But I hope you know, you’re my everything. And I want you forever. “

-You untangled your fingers, reaching back in your pocket to pull out a ring. You knew Billie loved them, and you hadn’t ever added to her collection. And this one you hoped would be so special.

-You slid the cold metal on her hand watching her face light up.

-“It says together forever with both our initials on it. I know it’s not the ring to make it official, but the next one will be.”

-You grabbed her face sweetly, pulling you close to her. Letting your lips graze hers softly whispering into them.

-“Happy Birthday, Billie. I love you! Thank you for being mine.”

-Your lips finally began to move along with hers as she held on to your face too, kissing your lips, kissing your temple, your cheek, any part of you she could get to before kissing her ring, telling you how much she loved it.

-“There’s no one else in the world I would rather belong to than you, baby. I love you too!”

-“Good. You better!” You joked, before pulling out your phone to capture this perfect moment between you.

-“Let’s get going now, yeah? You have so many birthday surprises waiting for you.” You said excitedly, letting go of her hand to run ahead, waiting for her to catch up with you.

-It was only a matter of time before you would completely belong to each other. As you watched her run to you, catching you on her arms before kissing you again, you knew she was your forever.

a/n: this isn’t how I wanted this to turn out…at all. But December has been brutal. I’ve also spent too much time being lost in Billie world & being sad about suddenly not seeing her Saturday. BUT I hope you guys like it! Also don’t know why I’ve written it this way? Anyways. Happy Billie’s Birthday my darlings 🎂 🍰🧁

[deathnguts]

Evan who’s constantly on either a keto or ultra vegan diet because he avoids carbs like the plague and he only eats organic all natural shit because he believes in the ‘your body is a temple and what you feed it is an offering’ but in like a narcissistic way not a live laugh love way. Regulus who is also on the all organic hype train mostly because that’s all he’s ever eaten and doesn’t see any other option (if you explain red 40 to him he’ll react like a conservative being told about abortion) but he doesn’t really care about keeping track of calories or carbs (he doesn’t know what that is) or anything he’s more like ‘fruit juice is natures soda! And coconut and pure chocolate are its candy!’ Just health freaks to different extremes evanreg.

… and then Barty who drinks battery acid on a daily and who’s diet consists of the greasiest take out on the planet and absurdly artificially spicy chips and belly aches about how his boyfriends are just his parents making him eat vegetables when neither Evan nor regulus has ever truly tried to stop his horrible diet because they don’t want to dictate his life. But you best believe he gets side eyed any time he eats anything and Barty groans like a child every time they eat in front of him.

[dat1angel]

DP x DC

So we've all seen aus where Danny gets adopted by the Batfam because, let's be honest, he's a textbook case of a Bruce Wayne adoptee. But what if we took that, just slightly to the left? Instead of Batman adopting Danny, the Batkids do. Now, the reason why Danny is in Gotham can be whatever you want(I'm partial to reveal gone wrong or an accident happens so he leaves as to not become Dan) but one by one and completely coincidentally(or so they think, maybe Gotham helps push them together) Danny befriends each of the Batkids.

He meets Tim at a coffee shop(maybe he works there) and they bond over the insane amount of caffeine they like in their coffee.

He meets Daimian at some vegan place that Sam would just love if she were there and tho Damian refuses to say it there's something he finds endearing about this street kid who seems to have no clue who Damian is but smiles at him regardless and engages in some surprisingly pleasant conversation about places that serve vegan food or vegan options.

He and Duke have a class together in school and he meets Barbara while studying at the library. Or maybe Duke invites Danny to join a study group and that's how he meets Babs and maybe Cass and Steph too.

Maybe he meets Dick as Nightwing and they bond over their love of puns.

Jason can be met as either a civilian or as Red Hood, but the second they get within a certain range of each other, they get this feeling tugging them towards each other. Some 'I don't know why but I need to go this way' type feels. Jason calls it instincts, Danny can tell this feeling is coming directly from his core. They literally run into each other and immediately get this overwhelming feeling of 'same same like me'.

He ends up growing close with them all individually so when they eventually realize that 'hey, this new friend we've all been talking about is the same dude', well of course they have to keep him. So they all work together to sneak him into the manor(read: kidnap) and get him set up in one of the many unused rooms. And the fact the Bruce was off on a business trip when they did it made it wonders easier, they would definitively have got caught if he was around.

So now Danny is a stow away in this mansion that all his new friends apparently live in and he just kinda goes along with it cuz 'hey, they're nice and he gets somewhere to sleep rent free and the food is to die(again) for'. And yeah, they're the kids of the best detective in the world, they're gonna be good at hiding their tracks(they have to be or they would never get away with anything) but Alfred knows everything that goes on in the manor. He takes one look at this child and just accepts it. He allows the children to believe they are deceiving him but helps them out subtly by accidentally making extra food at meal times.

And if sometimes they want to hang out with Danny in the house they do his clothes and hair like whichever kid he resembles the most and so long as he doesn't talk nobody can tell the difference.

And maybe when Bruce comes back from his trip he figures it out immediately but he doesn't say anything because like hell he's gonna turn away a child in need. Instead he just silently fills out the adoption papers so he's ready when the kids eventually decide to reveal Danny's presence to him.