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[naeminaeri]

Some gunplay going on over on X! Wanna do some Kinktober stuff even though I won't be able to draw everyday unfortunately :(

[casualbystander98]

for those into gunplay but not into accidentally getting shot: look up "replica co2 pistols". they can't even physically fire without a cartridge in the system. you're welcome

[gothghostiie]

Okay this might be a LITTLE unhinged and unrealistic but too late I’ve given up

W Ghost or Graves imagine doing gunplay but when they’re prepping they unload the mag n everything but instead of discarding the bullets they just. Ease them against your holes. Slipping them in

OKAY DJDISJDJFIDJF BYE

- 🐟

ANON YOU ARE SO FUCKING SMART. AHHHHHH

cw: gun play (bullet play?), bondage, this is probably so unsafe never ever do this pls

Listen to me. Ghost is sitting on the bed, you lay behind him already nice and sprawled out. you just can't help yourself, hands wandering between your legs to touch yourself quietly, maybe even to provoke him. when he sees what you're doing he simply raises an eyebrow, casually dumping the bullets from the magazine into his hand. "what do you think you're doin' love?" he asks lowly, way too calm. you can't even answer before he already speaks. "so needy, can't even wait for me to be done, can you?" He shakes his hand briefly, the metallic clanking filling the room as you take your hands back. he looks down at the bullets and moved his hand between your thighs, dumping them on the bed. gloved hand picks up a bullet, he inspects it and make sure you see it too. "so impatient." he hums - suddenly all you can feel is the cold surface pressed against your hole. you yelp and stare at him with big eyes, he smiles and slips it in casually. he doesn't say a word, just slipping bullet after bullet into your quivering little hole, and all you can do is take it. :(

meanwhile the setting with graves is different. I believe he prefers gunplay in a fitting setting (unlike ghost who likes it both casual and played out nicely). so, there you are, tied up on his desk with your legs spread and your sex facing him. hes leaned back in his chair, cleaning and prepping the gun with a soft whistle. you're trembling in anticipation, making him chuckle. "look at you, so eager, hm? want a little taste of what's to come, pretty thing?" of course you can't say no, you're desperate for him. you expect anything but this though, feeling him slip something small into your hole - again and again, each time making you gasp. you take far too long to realise what he's doing, giving him a shocked little noise, making him chuckle. "finally caught on, didn't you?" He teases, not making any signs of stopping until he has no more bullets.

[horroronearth]

men who like to be called dad >> men who like to be called daddy

[sweetshades]

Dirk: *Pouring lighter fluid over a bowl of Doritos in the hope that if he “burns dinner” enough times Jake will get mad and shoot him*

Jake: Dirk old chum I mean no offence but I’m not sure if you’re cut out for this sort of thing. Tell you what I’ll order pizza and make supper the rest of the week.

Dirk, screaming internally: Yeah bro sounds great, I’m sorry I keep screwing this up.

[sopping-beast]

Okay make that TWO new guns

[m3at-dood]

would really like a loaded gun pointed at me and them telling me to suck <3

[luzon-dove]

What do you think is the most violent Lawlight has ever gotten in bed?

probably a gun blowjob. like. just because it would be hot. i know neither light nor L are shown with a gun (at least in the anime sans that one time in the helicopter) but there's no way L, at least, doesn't know how to use one. i think he should shove the barrel of a beretta into light's mouth and make him suck it sloppy and then maybe, you know, he fires into the floor to make a point.

you can technically dry fire on a beretta without too much of an issue so that's also a possibility for a really hot sexy moment where light thinks L is actually going to blow his brains out and turns out the gun is unloaded, but like. it's lawlight. i want 'em playing with fire.

then again there's the psychological mindfuck of "is this gun really loaded? would L make me throat a loaded gun? no. that's too dangerous. but i can't risk that. it dry fired once, does that mean it's unloaded? wait, but that just proves there's less than either 10 or 13 rounds...L, you bastard."

also light is not enough of a gun nerd to know exactly what L is packing (beretta 92 fs compact L, because. L's gun. it's. i'm making a bad. a bad joke. ehe. anyway) so maybe he doesn't even know how many bullets are in there. he's panicking and hard and L is smiling at him like he knows something light doesn't and it's russian roulette with a semiauto, baby

[grianboycunt]

cw: gunplay. don’t like, don’t read. | reader is assumed to have a pussy, though gender-neutral terms are used. the dom is unspecified for the reader’s own interpretation.

a short little drabble i had, enjoy!

being teased with a pistol to your hole, your dom constantly rubbing it against that sweet spot of yours, teasing you when they feel how wet you are.

“you’re such a slut, are you really getting off on this?” they ask, making you whimper in response, only clenching on the air again as they laugh evilly, the sound only going to your core. you feel so pent up already, you just want them to fuck you, to be done with the games.

but then they pull the trigger, and you find yourself cumming on the spot with a high pitched whine as nothing is fired, which just makes them look at you in awe, breaking their character. neither of you knew you could cum without being filled like that, but it was definitely a new experience.

“baby, are you okay? that might’ve been too much—” your dom starts, but you cut them off with a kiss, legs trembling.

“if you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, i’ll use that gun on you next.”

[cillivnz]

gunplay [percy de rolo]

PAIRING — LORD PERCIVAL FREDRICKSTEIN VON MUSEL KLOSSOWSKI DE ROLO III x F!READER

WORD COUNT — 2502

WARNINGS — cursing, alcoholism (it’s vox machina, what do you expect), slayer’s take!reader, dark!percy, full-fledged jealousy, implied vex’ahlia x percy, implied reader x vax’ildan and reader x kashaw, fighing, percy points a gun (the gun) at reader, degrading themes, degrading name-calling, pet names, gun-play, mention of gun penetration, fingering, orgasm denial, breasts/nipple play, cum-eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, biting, possessiveness, sex/pillow talk.

A/N — just a little somethin’-somethin’ for my favourite noble.

you had no idea how you ended up like this.

except it came to you, bits and pieces, as you rubbed your temples. despite having done it this long, you could never get accustomed to the hangovers that came with partying with vox machina. you were bare, not a strip of cloth covering your skin. about to get up and leave, when you felt a calloused hand wrap around your arm, and a strong arm pulling you in place. “stay,” an all-too-familiar voice requested, expect raspier, an underlying tone you’ve never heard in it before.

your eyes widened at realisation; the same very moment, those arms pulled you back to bed, keeping you flush against a cold chest, the same arms wrapping around your waist. your ass was pressed against his crotch, and the realisation elicited a groan from him.

“percy!” the realisation dawned on you when you saw the glistened, new-and-improved pepperbox on the nightstand in front of you.

HERE’S HOW IT STARTED: you’ve been with vox machina for a while; not an original member, but you were tasked with assisting them on the pursuit of the vestiges of divergence. the slayer’s take became cold and indifferent towards you, hating your departure, that they claimed to be your betrayal, but the order came from none of other than osysa, so every mortal was to oblige.

from the minute they barged into the home of the take, you had eyes on the white haired assassin. sure, vax’ildan was cute, but he seemed to be too out of it from the beginning. you also soon found out the ginger ashari claimed “dibs”, so you proposed a friendship instead. percy avoided you during team split ups, ignored your presence and voice entirely during plan discussions, and volunteered to go with vex’ahlia instead, whenever you offered to team up with him.

you never let it get to you, though. perhaps, it was just hostility rather than dislike because you weren’t a part of vox machina, but then again, grog and scanlan called you one of them on numerous occasions.

HERE’S HOW IT HAPPENED: after grog’s gruesomely glorious victory against his uncle, the then thunderlord of the herd of storms, the lot of you have been chugging barrels after barrels of booze. you had a high endurance to alcohol, but befriending vox machina turned you into the alcoholic you didn’t know you could be.

right now, you were seated between keyleth and pike; keyleth blabbered about vax while pike gazed nonchalantly at something you couldn’t make out in the corner of the room; vax just wandered out on his own, but no concern grew. “where’s-” ah, there he is. percy was with vex, her arm on his shoulder, a flushed grin on his face, vex twirled her braid in her other hand while saying something that caused percy to rupture into laughter.

you scoffed, downing the rest of your drink. getting up, you made your way to the bar, which was right behind them. “great,” you rolled your eyes, walking towards them. with swift strides, you picked up an unattended drink from a random table on the way, letting the oddly fruity taste stream down your throat. the contrast from your favourite grimly bitter drink was revitalising.

by the time you reached them, vex’s sultry voice only cheered the word “darling!” while hearty laughs roared in the room. they didn’t notice you, not until you made them. bumping into him so hard, almost dislocating your shoulder, you made mercy drop the pepper box, eliciting a gasp from vex.

he looked at you, an eyebrow raised at your audacity, while his jaw, one you know could cut a diamond into two, clenched, once he realised it was you. “watch. where you’re going.” he spoke through gritted teeth. “fuck off, de rolo.” you spoke with disdain. “excuse me?” he questioned your audacity. you flipped him off, a crimson and black flame of magic dancing behind your hand. “it’s foolish to disrespect a noble, slayer.” again, with the constant reminder that you’re not one of them. “especially,” he paused, and in a flash, the dropped weapon was in his hands, “an armed one.” he finished, pointing the pepperbox right at your temple. “percy, darlin-” “don’t bother, vex’ahlia.” you interrupted her. “i’d like to see ‘percy darling’ try.” percy snarled when the nickname left your tongue, the sound of it turned his face pale with disgust. “now that you don’t have a demon in there, i do wonder what you do with it.” his eyes, narrowed to slits at your remark.

yeah, you knew about orthax. osysa gave you enough information about each and every member of vox machina before you departed. plus, keyleth is an oversharing drunk, so this fact was backed up.

“well, don’t leave me hanging, baby. are you gonna shoot me? because,” you slowly turned towards him, closer to him with every word you dragged flirtatiously, “i’d like to see you put that thing to other use.” you finished, letting the tip of the gun graze your lower lip, softly pulling the plump lip down.

AND THAT’S HOW YOU ENDED UP HERE; in lord percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo III’s room. he’s still obnoxiously dressed, barely parted with his cravat, while you’re stripped to the bone; either leg placed on his sides, spread wide for him. one of his gloved hands is snaked around your waist, firmly holding you in place, dismissing your squirming, while lo in behold in his hand, the pepperbox — tracing your jaw, the valley of your breasts, and finally resting against your lips. “open.” he ordered, and you hesitantly did. the tip of the gun snaking in your mouth. you groaned when the brutally cold metal came in contact with your tongue. “suck it.” you pulled out, “percy, i want your cock…” he ‘tsked’. “no. you asked for this, and this is what you’ll get.” his authoritative tone made your cunt ache.

“now open your fucking mouth.” he demanded, the dominance in his tone was mocking you, so degrading, as if percy were a god, sick of hearing your endless devotions. being his devotee, you had no choice but to comply to him, your god. complying, you began sucking on the metallic weapon, tongue lapping at it, wetting the barrel. “good girl, at least you’re capable of something.” he halfheartedly praised, pulling the gun out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound. you knew he was lying when he said that, he did too. on countless occasions had you saved their asses, single-handedly. tonight, however, was not the night to let you know; praise you in any way, unless you fuck your way for it.

“i am capable.” you stated, relieved that your voice hadn’t given out. “are you now?” he questioned, amused. his fingers trailed the skin of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. before you knew it, the grip on your tightened. you were left gasping for breath, only when your eyes clouded with panic did he let go and grabbed your mouth, forcing it open with a rough squeeze of your flushed cheeks. he shoved three of his fingers in, and you were quick to wrap your tongue around each of them, earning a rewarding groan from percival.

his digits began gagging you, pulling away, before shoving in deeper. his wet fingers then reached down to your weeping cunt; spreading the with his index and ring finger, percy showed in his middle one. “fucking drenching, just like i imagined.” “fuck, percy!” you moaned when he added the fingers spreading you, into your hole. “slow, please-” you gasped, your cry falling on deaf ears. “now, you say you’re capable,” he had an animalistic look in his eyes. you’d only heard of this craze, this ferocity dancing on percy’s face in stories told by vax, back when orthax was rooted in his soul. now that it’s in front of you, you can’t help but clench around his fingers, pummelling your cunt like a man (still) possessed. “yet,” he continued, “you’re so fucking tight — barely able to take in my fingers.” your half open eyes met his green ones, darkened with lust. “how on earth will you take in this, hm?” he used his other hand to press the cold, wet barrel of the pepperbox against your clit. you moaned so loud, you were sure the adjacent rooms were aware of your devilment.

he slowly began to move the weapon against your swollen clit. “don’t tell you weren’t planning on having it inside you. what’s the fun if you’re not gonna be fucked with it?” the relentless pace of his fingers, his dirty mouth — the smirk plastered on it, his gun on your clit. “but don’t worry, by the time i’m done with you, you’ll be stretched enough to take it,” he chuckled sinfully.

the darkest of your fantasies unravelling today, you were at the mercy of this assassin, and you loved every bittersweet bit of it. you knew your smartmouth wouldn’t last a second in his chambers, and he proved to be above you, oh so cruelly, the erotic feelings becoming unbearable.

he straightened his posture, easily moving you with him, as if you were featherlight in his embrace. his lips parted to let out his tongue, it circled your hard nipple, before engulfing it whole. his mouth was contrasting the icy feel of his fingers inside you and the metal that mocked your clit with every graze. it was blazing, as his mouth pulled and tugged on your nipple, before taking it between his teeth. you moaned a shriek. “fucking hell,” he pulled away, his tongue drawing wet circles around the bite. how he managed to stimulate every inch of you left you flabbergasted. “is this what you wanted?” percy looked at you through his lashes, “having my fingers inside this hot pussy, my mouth on these perfect fucking tits?” you moaned his name in response, he nodded with a smirk. “didn’t know nobles could talk dirty.” you managed to taunt between a moan. “not all, just me.” he clarified. “just like not every noble gets to fuck this pussy, more like anyone from now on.”

“who’s pussy is this?” he questioned, curling his fingers inside you; all three making your legs twitch. “yours, percival.” you whispered without thinking. “even when i’m flirting with vex, and you’re all alone pity drinking?” your ego was jabbed over, and over again. “yes, percival.” “aw,” he teased, “even when you were flirting with kash when we stopped by?” “yes, percival.” “ha-ha, and why’d you turn him down, baby?” “because… fuck, i’m gonna cum-” his movements halted. “answer me, my love.”

my love, what— “fuck, no, please let me finish!” you begged, the pressure of stopping coaxed tears out of your eyes. “you’re crying, my love? pathetic.” “i… i said no to him because i saw you and i… fuck, i wanted you from the moment i saw you, percy. i knew only you could do me right, and it fucking hurts when you don’t.” you were fucking relieved to surrender to your feelings and let them be known to the man eliciting them.

“kiss me,” he closed his eyes, swollen lips parted in wonder. “kiss me while i make you cum for me.” he patiently awaited your lips, ones he’s craved since the minute he set foot in vasselheim, and when you brought your plump lips to his, his movements resumed in your cunt, as did those of the pepperbox.

when your tongues danced to the fiery tune of the squelching sounds your cunt made, every fibre in your being raptured. this was unlike any feeling you’ve ever felt.

“oh, percy!” was all you chanted, while he cooed praises along the lines of ‘good girl’, ‘so good for me’, ‘that’s it, cream on fingers’. he placed you on the bed, the gun, beside you on the nightstand, and fervently discarded his clothes. shirtless, he climbed on, spreading your pussy once again, before diving in. “percy, i can’t- oh!” you moaned when his tongue wriggled inside you. he ate you out, you grabbed onto his ivory locs, using that beautiful face you’ve spent day and night fantasising about, to ride your high.

often, you had wondered what de rolo would be like in bed, obviously not anticipating that he and you would ever be sleeping together. even when you and the gang were camping in the open, he would make sure to sleep as farther away from you as the proximity of the fire would allow him to, so yeah, to say ‘surprised’ would be like reducing osysa and kamaljiori to mere kitties.

“fuck, percy, just like that.” you moaned when he began sucking on your clit. “god, you’re gonna make me cum again,” your voice was getting shriller, hand gripping on to the sheets for dear life. “good,” was percy’s response, and he lapped at every drop flowing out of your fucked out cunt, fingers pinching the clit to coax more out.

you saw white, yet again, when he had you coming undone on his tongue. your legs threatened to shut close, but percy didn’t falter, still determined to overstimulating you, as if that were your punishment for the bratty behaviour today.

the last thing you remember was him tucking your naked frame in the sheets before he spooned you, arms wrapped around your waist as if you were a celestial dream that would fade away at the brink of dawn.

NOW: you were being held on to for dear life, while you thought of a way to slither away from his embrace. deciding to try your luck, you just grabbed his, surprisingly muscular, arm and placed it on his side, ready to make a run for it — about to get up and leave, when you felt a calloused hand wrap around your arm, and a strong arm pulling you in place. “stay,” an all-too-familiar voice requested, expect raspier, an underlying tone you’ve never heard in it before. “we’ve done what we wanted to, let me leave.” you said without facing him.

“well, i’ve got a lot to apologise for, and so do you.” he spoke, nonchalantly.

“best way to do that is by submitting to me like you did last night.” he piqued your interest, “you— remember it all?” you asked, slowly turning toward him. “of course.” he chuckled, the sound made you rub your thighs against each other.

“kind of hard to forget the women you fancy getting her clit rubbed by your gun.” wait did he just— “yes, i do fucking fancy you, dummy. i’d tell you all about it if you could just sleep with me for five more minutes.” he said before he yanked you towards him; landing on his cold chest, you let him soak in your warmth, his large hand holding your shoulder, while yours placed on his heart, felt it beat, for you.

main masterlist. more from ‘the legend of vox machina’.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

HOW HAVE I NOT THOUGHT OF GUNPLAY W/ JOEL WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

most of the time it’ll be a pistol, something small, something he can press to your forehead while he’s drilling your cunt

“look at me, boy. lemme see them pretty eyes of yours ‘fore i blow your brains out.”

ironic choice of words on his part, because there’s nothing you’d like to do more than blow HIS brains out

but before he lets you suck his cock, he’ll make you suck on the barrel first

“go on. show me what i’ll get out of it if i give you my cock.”

if for some reason he has access to a larger gun, he will absolutely try to fuck you with it. he’ll stick the barrel of a sniper rifle up your ass as he takes your pussy himself.

“goddamn, you’re soaked. crazy fuckin’ bitch. next time i find a shotgun, it’s goin’ right up your twat.”

[fuforthought]

A nice example of why the Girls with Guns sub genre is called Girls with Guns.

Leopard Hunting (1998)

[lightyaoigami]

yabai!

lawlight • rated e • 1.2k

Treat every firearm as if it is always loaded.

Light reached into the cabinet and removed a box of 9mm Parabellum rounds. His discomfort with guns was never so acute as when he was inserting a magazine. The space between cold, pristine piece of plastic and hot, smoking instrument of death and destruction was thin; it vexed him that the bridge between the two was an innocuous carton of metal.

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[cowboywithacunt]

really. really. really into guns and boots.

never been one for cowboys.. but yknow.. guns &boots would work perfectly with a cowboy theme

wanna lick your boots clean before i rub my boycunt against em, have you press your gun to my head while i hump and threaten to shoot each time i make a noise,,,

-🐹

Pressing you down to the ground so I can shove the barrel of my colt inside your cunt tbh. Or maybe you need something bigger and more filling, huh? Maybe I oughta get the shotgun.

[percutor4u]

[gungirlwhore]

russian roulette but all your freinds are raping me and every time i cum you put the barrel in my mouth and pull the trigger one more time. untill the gun finally goes off and cuts my short break of euphoria short, going completely limp so i won't struggle as much for all your freinds.