Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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(dude I saw "suck my glock" on a tee-shirt and thought of Robin's fear of guns and just I just everything)
Bonus: Robin ends up biting the thing and tearing it out of his captor's hand.
Superbonus: His gums bleed from putting so much force on metal.
Infinitybonus: He grins superhuge with his bleeding teeth.
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if i can, i might use this (probably will) in a fill I've already started, because this is a brilliant (oh god I'm so going to hell) idea. The prompt is the second one down on page 21, if you're interested.
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KILLING TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE, THANK YOU OH GOD.
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-HIGH FIVES-
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did you see that PUN OH GOD IT'S A KNEE-SLAPPER HAAAAAHAHA ha ha sorry okay never mind.
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(first time commenting with the new system, here goes...?)All he tastes is the weird suffocating flavor of polymer two. It’s everywhere, in the back of his throat and heavy and lasting on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks and breathes hard through his flared nostrils. This is not entirely part of the plan, but it is not entirely outside the boundaries of necessary sacrifices either, so he sticks with it. Don’t think of how the safety’s not on, how the twitch of a single finger could blow his head off, how guns kill and bullets go three hundred and seventy meters per second at the very least ( ... )
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He finally pulls back and out and a little line of spit bridging from the gun to Robin’s mouth lingers, shimmering in the lowlight, for just a split second before breaking and trailing down Robin’s chin. He hears the man make this guttural pleased sound and suddenly the the hold in his hair rougher and tenser, the straining in his neck increases tenfold and is far enough back that a few of his vertebrae pop in protest of the lack of warning.
Robin’s lips are for sure bruised with how the gun is forcefully thrust back in, scraping the roof of his mouth. This is his final hurrah, clearly orgasm is right around the corner, almost done - all the things Robin’s trying to think to himself over the pain of the deep, constant thrusts of the gun nearly at the back of his throat.
“I’ll blow your brains out, shoot you through the back of your throat, kill you, kill you - ” The man is saying, low and mindlessly as he breathes heavier and heavier. And that’s worrisome, because Robin might be dealing with a different ( ... )
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He spits out the gun and grins at them all, tasting the metallic tang of blood and feeling its warmth coating his tongue. His teeth ache and his lips slip too easily over them. “I’m fine. Everything go according to plan?”
“No,” Kaldur says slowly. “You let yourself be captured. That was not a part of the plan.”
Robin shrugs, still smiling, bloody teeth and all. “Minor setback, major distraction. You can’t tell me things didn’t go off without a hitch afterwards, yeah?”
“Robin…are you alright?” M’gann is cautious with her tone. “Your mouth is bleeding.”
“And naked and tied up.” Artemis growls. She kicks the guy in the side, and he grunts a little, still curled up from the force of Robin’s groin attack. “What’d this jerk do to you ( ... )
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It looks like Christmas came early for me! I'm so sorry that it was difficult for you to post, but oh my, that was so lovely and worth it ; u ;
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Rock on.
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