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♡ content warning! Mdni, 18+ , innocent! Reader, manipulation, dark! Coryo
The guards of the cage are too easy to impress. As Coriolanus zig zags his way to the exhibit, he catches sight of you at the farthest corner. Your back is against a nearby rock, your eyes wide open unlike the other Victors. When you see him, you scramble to the bars. He smirks, watching your doe eyes look up at him through fluttering lashes.
“Did you bring food?” You ask your mentor desperately. Coriolanus nods, reaching into his bag to pull out a bottle of water and a sandwich made of wheat bread and ham. You take it, and begin to nibble on the sandwich eagerly. Coriolanus watches with something quite unclear in his gaze.
“Have they fed you at all?” He asks.
You shake your head, wiping bread crumbs off the corner of your plump lips.
“No. They didn’t give us water, either,” you explain, and begin to open the bottle that was graciously gifted to you. “Thank you, Coryo!”
Oh, so sweet. A girl with manners. Coryo looks back at the other victors. They’re all heavy sleepers.
When you finish up the sandwich, you chug the rest of the water down and hand the empty bottle back to him. He puts it back into his bag. You wipe your mouth, looking up at him with an almost happy grin on your face.
So innocent.
“Mmm..” Coryo takes in the sight of your pretty face, caked in dirt and twigs and god knows what else, and something twitches in his pants. “Got you something else, too. For my favorite victor.”
“Really?” Your eyes shine with curiosity. “What is it?”
Coryo chuckles. His fingers reach through the bars and smooth back your hair.
“Close your eyes.”
Your brows furrow, but you obey. As your lids flutter shut, you hear the sound of something clacking together.
“If you’re good and do what I say,” Coryo continues. “Then I’ll give you something else to eat. Okay?”
“Okay..” you say innocently, the grumbling of your tummy ever so prominent.
You jump. Something wet and warm touches your lips, and you hear Coryo let out a shaky sigh.
“Open up,” he breathes. “And don’t bite.”
Confusion riddles your face, but you obey simultaneously. The thought of food is heavy on your mind.
When the mysterious, meaty thing slides onto your tongue, your taste buds explode with something musky and salty. You hear coryo let out a whine, and the thing moves farther to the back of your throat. Your tongue brushes over it curiously, and Coryo lets out the loudest moan. Fear courses through you at the thought of the other victors waking up and seeing that your mentor is giving you something extra, but you swallow it down— sort of like the way you swallow down this mysterious wet thing in your mouth.
“God,” Coryo heaves. “Such a pretty little face.”
The thing in your mouth moves out, then back in again roughly. You let out a gag, your eyes welling with tears. You lave over the tip of the thing when it’s pulled back out onto your tongue again. Something slaps against your chin each time that it presses flush against your lips.
“Fuck,” Coryo says from above you. “Open those eyes f’me. Cmon, don’t you wanna see your present?”
You do want to see what’s inside your mouth, so with fluttering eyelids you obey.
It’s hard to see at first. You vision blurs, then clears. Coryo is above you, as you can see through the bars.And the thing in your mouth is…
Attached to him?
Okay, so you know basic anatomy. You know what it is— only, you don’t know exactly what it’s used for. Your eyes widen, seeing the look of bliss on his handsome face, the way his big hands grip each side of the prison bars like his life depends on it. He’s thrusting his hips into your mouth— that thing, a cock, as you heard the boys in your district call it, is slamming against your throat at a rapid pace. Looking up, Coryo’s eyes connect to yours and he laughs. It’s unsettling, a tiny giggle in the back of his throat, and you can’t help but feel something. Tingling, perhaps. In the same spot on you that Coryo’s cock is connected to.
“Suck it like a lollipop.”
Coryo’s words make you mewl, the remembrance of sugary sweets making your stomach swirl.
“Oh, honey,” Coryo continues, as you begin to lave over his aching cockhead. “Y’want one of those, don’t you? I’ll give you one, a special little treat. Tomorrow, before the games.”
You want to cry, just from the thought of a cherry flavored lollipop. You suckle him, just like the boy had asked, desperate to please him and get your stomach full. It isn’t long before his hips are stuttering, abs tensing, and his mouth is letting out quiet degradations.
“Dirty girl. Yeah, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna fill up that little tummy, baby.”
He demands that you pull off, let him move his hand up and down his shaft while your tongue lolls out. When his cum hits your taste buds, you let out a whimper. Not that good tasting, but not bad, either. However, the spot in between your legs begins to tingle more— and hurt. God, it hurts, and you can’t stop squirming to try and get relief. Looking back, you pray that no one had saw your endeavor with your handsome mentor.
When he tucks himself back into his pants, you’re still waiting impatiently.
“Sir?” You question Coryo softly. “Can I have something else to eat, now?”
Another unsettling giggle.
“Silly girl,” he says. “You already did.”
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If batkids had a podcast XVI
Red hood: Just us today?
Nightwing: Just us today.
Red hood (laughing) I wonder why–
Nighwing: Dude– (laughing as well)
Red hood: I–
Nightwing: Dude don't do it–
(just both of them chuckling)
Red Hood (close to the mic): They're grounded.
Nightwing: (CACKLES)
Nightwing (crying): This is not funny
Red Hood: This is hilarious.
Red Hood: Were last survivors of our kind. . .
Red Hood: Adults.
Nightwing: Adults.
Red Hood: He can't ground us anymore.
Nighwing, chuckling: He can't ground us anymore
Red Hood:
Red Hood: Fuck.
Nightwing:
Red Hood: We're b– (pause) We're both the oldest now.
Nightwing: Yeah– You, me and–
Red Hood, at the same time: Yeah– (pause) This is so surreal
Nightwing: You think?
Red Hood: Yeah. Dude – I was. . . I was the youngest.
Nightwing: Oh your sweet summer– I was a only child.
Red Hood: (Cackles)
Nightwing: It really isn't that weird to me.
Red Hood: Really?
Nightwing: Yeah– I was always the oldest man.
Nightwing: I was the oldest of my team
Red Hood: What?!
Nightwing: Yeah!
Red Hood: You're fucking with me.
Nightwing: Nah man– I was the oldest. I am the oldest, I'm not dead.
Red Hood:
Red Hood: You're older than Arsenal?
Nightwing: I'm older than everybody man.
Nightwing: People look at me and assign me to take care of children.
Red Hood (imitating Damian voice): "Father genes"
Nightwing: HA– "father genes" (pause) Why are you looking at me like that?
Red Hood:
Red Hood: You're ancient.
Nightwing: IM NOT ANCIENT.
Red Hood: You're older than the Teen Titans, fucking older than Young Justice.
Nightwing: You're older than Young Justice
Red Hood: I was dead man it doesn't count.
Nightwing: Of course it does– How old are you?
Red Hood: How old are you?
Nightwing:
Nighwing: I– I am an adult.
Red Hood: Uh-huh.
Nightwing: In a reasonable age.
Red Hood: You're in your thirties aren't you?
Nightwing: NO
Nightwing:
Red Hood: You look like you're in your thirties– The bag under your eyes
Nightwing: Because I'm tired????
Red Hood: The hunched posture.
Nightwing: Hey I do not have hunched posture– Fuck you.
Nightwing: You try to take care of an entire team of teenagers just to end up taking care of more two and a grown ass depressed middle aged man.
Red Hood: That was Red–
Nightwing: That was Red. (pause) I would have fucking killed him.
Red Hood: Oh Definitely.
Nightwing: Point still stand man I'm tired.
Red Hood: Both of us.
Nightwing: Both of us– (chuckles) Robins if you're hearing this I love both of you and I would do it all over again. Titans– (closer to the mic) You know what you did.
Red Hood: (Cackles)
Red Hood (closer to his mic): You know your sins.
Nightwing (laughing): Flash owe me 30 dollars.
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the photos anton just posted oh my god 🤭. hes so strong and his arms are so big. hes so big.
anton loves you so much and he wants to show you. he loves hugging you, encasing you in his big arms, making you feel safe. he loves kissing you, peppering kisses all over your face. all well antons big cock stretches you out nice and good. anton doesnt realize how big he actually is, he just goes in, sometimes without preparation. you never mind though, feeling how good he stretches you, how deep his cock hits inside. you never bother to complain, the pleasure he gives you is double, maybe quadruple, the pain.
anton has such a big size kink without even knowing it. he loves how his hands can envelope yours without even trying. when hes fucking you all nice and good his hands are on your hips, just the way his hands leave giant hand prints on your hips afterwards always turns him on. and omg his cock, it burries so deep into ur uterus, if hes fucking you on ur back he can see the buldge of his tip hitting ur lower stomach and oh my god he gets so close to cumming from just that sight. he realizes how big he is compared to you in that moment and how he can overpower you without even trying.
he lives for the way you beg for him. anton never thought he would like being begged for but here he is. you basically clawing at his jeans, begging to get fucked and stretched out by him. "please tonnie! need you s' badly!" his cock absolutely aching at his pants with your pleads and whines. he doesnt tease you often but when he does he gets a kick out of it. anton secretly loves watching the way you beg for him. as if he was the last man on earth and you were some dumb slut that needed to be fucked. to you anton was the last man on earth, the last one that you wanted to be fucked by at least.
(these pictures really did something to me)
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