"fuuuuck," choso groans, long and drawn out. he tosses his head back, a plume of smoke escaping his lips, his joint hanging limping from his fingers. he uses his free hand to grip and knead at the fat of your hip before raising his palm and bringing it down hard on your ass.
you let out a high pitched squeal and clench around him.
"cho," you whine, pretty tears collecting on your lash line.
"come on baby," he whispers, taking another drag from his joint and gently blowing it at you, "ride me harder, make yourself cum on my cock, gorgeous."
your lungs burn as you inhale the excess smoke and you gyrate your hips faster. choso moans loudly and bucks his hips up into you, making your clit grind against his happy trail. fat tears pour down your plump cheeks.
"s' deep, s' deep!" you moan and squirm above him as his tip nudges against your sweet spot.
"fuck," he growls, dropping his joint off the edge of the couch in favor of gripping your hips, "stop runnin' from my dick baby, gotta fill you up."
you choke and sob, trembling above him and clinging to his shoulders, whining and moaning over how good it feels.
"take it all baby," he mumbles, lips pressed against your ear, "m' not stoppin' till i cum s' deep in this pussy that she never forgets me."
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Danny needs a few...odd things. A few dietary and emotional requirements unique to his physiology.
Meat is one of them.
But like, raw meat. He doesn't have to eat it often, maybe twice a month, but it does need to be completely raw.
He also needs to eat non-sentient blob ghosts, which are very different from sentient ones. Same amount, maybe twice a month.
He's weak to hot temperatures, where most humans require some sort of positive contact he needs to fight, if he gets too much sunlight his dopamine levels drop, and oddly enough as he got older milk or products with a lot of milk started to affect him like alcohol affects humans.
Now that he's made it to college, hiding most of these things is easy enough.
He chose Gotham, because of minimal sunny days and naturally cold weather. He regularly goes for walks at night, to fill his need for fighting. He says he has a milk allergy, and avoids milk products.
The blobs and the raw meat are a little uh. Those are a little hard.
He's taken to ducking into a bathroom stall to just swallow the blobs whole. But the meat...
He decides to sear the outside and leave the inside entirely raw. Does this detract from the nutrients by cooking them off? Yes. Does it mean he needs to eat raw meat four times a month instead of twice? Yes. Does it mostly hide that he's doing this in front of humans? Kind of.
Until he got a vegan roommate.
Said roommate is far too sharp-eyed for his own good, and now the guy is being weird.
Or: Damian's roommate is a meta who clearly has dietary restrictions outside the norm. It's fine; Damian understands that like animals in the wild, people have different diets. But the cuts of meat Fenton is eating are...subpar.
Damian isn't sure how to be...civil, or appear polite, or not be a "snob" if he suggests Fenton allow him to procure farm fresh cuts of steak from cows raised in an open pasture and were well taken care of.
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imagine me living next door to you and going outside on a hot summers day to wash my car, dressed in nothing but a bikini because it’s soo hot.. bending over in front of the neighbours to dip the sponge in the bucket, revealing my barely clothed pussy to them.
eventually, you see me and decided to sit on your front porch, eyes hypnotised by my tits practically spilling out the edges of my too-small bikini top. i see you and wave, which you take as a signal to come over.
“would you wash my car, sweetheart?”
i agree, too dumb to understand what you really want!!
when i finish, i walk over to your house and you invite me inside for a drink for working soo hard. when my back is turned, you slip a drug into my drink, handing it to me with a smile when you’re done. i gulp it down, only to feel the effects of the drug almost immediately like a truck. i start swaying and stumbling all over the place, so you come over and start shushing me, pushing me gently onto your couch.
i can’t protest when you pull delicately on the ties of my bikini, as my head is spinning too much to make sense of what is happening. you take one of my tits in your hand and start sucking my nipple on the other one. i let out a small moan and you chuckle.
“Wan’ hear more of that, baby.”
you trail your fingers down my stomach and rest your thumb on my clit, rubbing it in small circles as you keep sucking and kissing my tits. you lift your head up to look at me. my legs start to shake and open slightly, allowing you an obscured view of my glistening pussy. you chuckle again, and rise up. i hear your belt buckle start to undo and your jeans fall to the floor.
“You gon’ take all this cock, aren’t you, slut?”
i whine and try to wriggle away, but you grab my feet and yank me closer. my tits jiggle at the force.
“Tsk, tsk, not so fast.”
you line your tip with my pussy lips, trailing up and down them, slapping your hard cock on my clit, making me moan. i can barely raise my head to look at you, i’m too weak, so i just let it fall back on the couch cushions.
impatient, you don’t wait for me to become fully wet and force your cock into me. i moan again, the sound hitting your ears and almost making you want to cum right there and then. when you completely fill me up, your tip kisses my cervix and i try to get away, whining about the pain.
you laugh. “This is what you wanted though, isn’t it? Parading around basically naked for the whole neighbourhood to see? Fucking whore.”
you draw your cock out, my walls clenching onto you, putting up a fight to let you go. then you slam it all the way back in again, grabbing one my tits as my pussy draws you in.
“can’t take it all, s’too big, please..” i beg.
you shake your head and laugh, drawing it out and pounding my pussy again and again. eventually, you seize up slightly and cum, filling my womb with your hot load, breeding me. you pull out and a puddle of your cum drips out on the floor.
the drugs have worn off by now and i start to redress myself. you walk me out of your house, slap my ass and wink.
“i’ll be back again, sweetheart.”
there might be a part two if i get enough requests!!💞💞
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