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It's always hi baby, hi princess, hi kitty. It makes her heart warm, and her thighs shift together.

Cass shifts the headband fixed atop her bangs with a contented hum. They're fuzzy and black, blending almost seamlessly into the midnight of her hair. Similarly, on her hands and feet rest themed warmers with pink paw pads to match. The missing tail lies off to the side. You like to put that in for her, as Cass eagerly awaits for you to return with her 'present'.

You're eager, she notices as you enter the room, and aroused. The box you hold is simple and sleek. A jingle rings from inside it, too. "What is it?"

A shiny leash and collar, with her name engraved with a small heart on each side of the engraving: ♡ Cassandra ♡. How cute? She's all smiles as she lifts her hair for you to put it on. The small click of its clasp sends a wave of calm over her tender muscles and the like. It's different than the restraints those who try to subdue Cass put her in. Out there, it's a useless attempt to shut the unstoppable. Annoying. Oppressive.

In here? With you? It's a gentle hold she can wiggle out of any time she wants. As she leans forward to present herself to you, testing the leash's length and tether, Cass isn't expected to be perfect or obedient. She's a good girl who gets treats no matter what she does. She can be bratty, mischievous, and bad. It's heaven.

Your tongue between her folds completes that picture, though. Cass preens as you lick through her wetness, nose bumping up in all the right places as she wiggles her ass back against your face. "Hah...oh, oh," She purrs.

She practically kneads the sheets under her while you work her up. Likewise, circling her backdoor to nudge it wide open. Her tail goes in with a satisfying little pop, the same black fuzzy pattern as everything else. "[name]," Cass moans, arching back against you. "[name]," She says in a purr. Worshipful.

You had momentarily tried to get her on the master shtick, but she didn't respond to it very well.

Cass rolls over the moment you nudge her to, legs falling open to expose the glistening sweetness of her core, and the hard little center calling your name. The leash draws your line of sight from her throat, down the center of her breasts, abs, stomach, and pubes.

Talk about sexy.

Your lips meet once before they follow that same trail down. And soon your cock replaces that gentle kiss above her clit. Smacking your weight against her for a sticky slap of a tease. “In…I want it inside.” Cass pouts, nudging the side of her knee against your hip. 

The slide in is easy, but snug. Cass takes your girth in gentle rocking bursts until she’s swallowed you down whole. Her purrs grow louder as you find your rhythm against her, and it doubles when you once again turn her over. Utilizing that chain to keep her upright. The toy in her ass bobs alongside your thrusts in a hypnotic motion. Almost if it were real. 

The hardest part is always coordinating everyone else's schedule to pick the perfect day for the party. Normally Dicks father will help with that. Who doesn't he have tabs on? Dicks actual birthday is usually spent in your arms, and an explosive party of fun follows that on a different day. A break and an energy resurgence. Aren't you a genius?

It's hard not to toot your own horn as you look over the hall that's been rented for decorations. The carnival theme is strong! Even if his old traveling circus can't make it, you've done your best to pull together vintage memorabilia and fun attractions for everyone to enjoy tonight.

One might mistake the place for a children's party, but all who gather know the depths of your fiancée's love and affection. They would never earnestly tease him for the home he can never return to. Jason would, but you're not sure he'll show up; he rarely does at gatherings this big. Or...gatherings at all.

A ping from your phone shuts down the idle conversation floating around the room. Dick is just outside! Being led in by Roy. The love of your life is already grinning as the redhead pushes the doors open, though he's half-assedly trying to bite it down. "Man, I wonder what this all could be."

"Happy birthday!"

The man of the night gets passed around family and friends before he makes it to you, ready to catch you running into his embrace. "Baby!" He chrips, squeezing you tight as he spins you around. "Awe, this place looks incredible. You really outdid yourself this time." He sighs against your neck, taking the hall around both of you in again.

Dick smiles widely as you drag him from attraction to attraction, eagerly explaining where you found each and why you wanted it for him. You were always so sweet; it's hard to believe his luck sometimes.

He feels like a cargo box being wheeled around. Showered with kisses and frosting flicks from every person he passes. The cake is his favorite flavor, and he gets to show off his proficiency at all the games. He even challenges the clown for hire at a juggling contest (he dropped it the first time but won the second time. Dick was just a little rusty, okay?)

Every morning without fail, you wake up down his warm throat, Tim will still be in uniform, waving your complaints about him retiring already off. “Can’t sleep without this,” he’ll breathe around your cock, drool slicking down his chin. “N’ you can’t start your day without me either, right baby? Ah, just cum already.”

Really, he just wants to lick up the sweat you've accumulated in your cock hood throughout the night before you wash up. It's his treat for doing such a good job on patrol. The sweetest thing he could ask for.

You're so cute sleeping soundly when Tim enters the room. Even cuter when you groan as he shifts your sleep shorts off, boxers along with it. Your cock is limp, sticking to your thigh, foreskin totally encasing its head, and then some. Tim hasn't been able to get you to shower with him yet. For all you know, it's so he can perv on you. Which is wrong! He...isn't a pervert at all.

Tim only wants to watch you pull your own skin down and clean between the hood. Then perv out on you, jeez.

If time allows, he also likes to see you off before he heads back out again. Pushing you down against one of the couches or up against the wall. Palming your cock with all his might so that he can froth his hood onto yours. It's a little silly, but Tim would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of how long your foreskin is. His doesn't even fully encase his tip!

"Hah...[name]," He hisses, jerking his clammy palm over the girth of your combined thickness. While you can only writhe in pleasure, Tim's laser focus on the slit of your tips peaking out with every thrust down his hand pulls. "Baby...shit, fuck yeah. That's the stuff."

"Mh," Kokkai purrs, both palms pressed against your chest with his full weight into it. Unlike Hikaru's pathetic show of class, Kokkai freely rolls his hips, and therefore his soft cock, against you. "Ah, [name]," He playfully moans, throwing his head back to pant. It's cut short when Hikaru swats at him to cut it out. He's always taking the damn bait.

The lanky figure on your right chuckles as Hikaru pulls your attention back onto him via your jaw. Kokkai isn't one to be so easily deterred, though, and he follows your connected lips with his own. You can feel his smile as he licks into the side of your mouth, dragging his tongue out and across your cheek to your ear. "He's so needy, huh?"

"Can fuckin' hear you right here, asshole." Hikaru grits out, refusing to pull away from you. Again, he swats at the man at his side, but Kokkai's too busy coating your ear in his saliva to listen. It's...kinda gross, but it feels good, so you let him, "Don't pay so much attention to that freak. I'm right here." Hikaru declares, grabbing at your wrist to tighten your hold on him. Now, instead of taking your time to caress the skin under his shirt, you're forced to palm his sculpted ass. Not a terrible fate.

"[name]...my turn too," Kokkai murmured, faux whining just for you to hear. Hikaru moved to bite your lip as you shifted, anticipating the turn, but much to his disgruntlement, he was too late. While the boy in white is all teeth and passion, Kokkai's all sloppy tongue and spit slick action. It's hard to tell if he truly enjoys the mess or just wants to piss Hikaru off. Probably a mix of both. "Hah..."

It's not terribly difficult to make them kiss, either. Like the little toys they are fist them both by the hair until they get the picture. "No way!" Hikaru will huff, already three shades redder than before, fighting against your hold by keeping his friend at arm's length. Likewise, Kokkai isn't eager, but he doesn't struggle.

Before long, they're pressed up against each other, eyes half-lidded with ardor as if they never had a reason not to. "Ko'..." Hikaru breathes, now clinging to his friend's shirt. "Kokkai...mh,"

"Hika'..."