Gun Play - Tumblr Posts
Cruel Devotion
NSFW: Oral sex, asphyxiation, gun play, mind manipulation
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Mr. Robot’s thumb clicked the pin of the revolver, cocking an active bullet in the chamber. The sound slides against Tyrell’s eardrum before feeling a bite of cold men dig into his temple. This was not a moment for negotiation, it was the means of survival.
Slowly, the Swede’s arms raised, a wash of lightheadedness coming over him. This was- an unexpected moment. The Arcade was a place of society, for hackers to meet in IRL to get away from danger, and yet-
“Get on your fucking knees or I’m blowing your shit face to smithereens,” Mr. Robot hissed in his ear, his small frame looming with bloodthirst. He was a wild animal, only caged by his own body. Almost nothing was off-limits if it meant he got what he fucking wanted. And murder was apart of that category.
Intruder; Choi San
pairing: choi san x fem!reader
genre: smut
word count: 2.668
warnings: gunplay (he puts it in her pussayyyy), dub con (with a plot twist), manhandling, dom!san, sub!reader, blowjob, deep troathing, facial, nipple!play, slight violence, russian roulette is mentioned, reader cries, daddy!kink, reader doesn't cum!!!!, he spits in her mouth, degradation, i think i forgot something but the heavier stuff is all here!
smut under the cut
as soon as you step inside your house after a hard day at work you breath in oxygen mixed with relief.
"What a fucking day."
taking your shoes off, you put them in their respective place next to the door. you then make your way to the kitchen, not even bothering with making yourself something to eat but instead going directly for the red wine in the fridge and pouring yourself a glass.
you roll your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of your aching joints and then finally take a sip of the strong liquid, putting the glass back down on the counter.
"I'm too fucking stressed." you sigh out, mumbling to yourself.
"i think i can help with that." a soft voice whispers in your ear.
you immediately freeze in your place, a strong feeling of dread rising within you and making you pale in an istant.
you try to scream your lungs out but as soon as a half sound comes out of your mouth a strong gloved hand is immediately slapping against it, muffling everything you're trying to let out.
your aggressor's other hand comes around your waist, holding you in place against his chest.
"Silly little girl...no one ever told you not to leave your door unlocked?"
tears sting at your eyes as his hands starts to wander everywhere.
"Did your mommy never tell you about big bad boys hurting little girls like you? I guess you might need a lesson."
you cry out the moment you feel his hand leaving your mouth in favor of holding something cold against your head.
"Make a fucking sound and i'll blow your brains out."
You grimace in terror as you feel the metal press against your temple, muffling out a small sob threatening to come out of your mouth.
"to the bedroom." he orders, pushing you around until he finds what he is looking for.
As soon as you're both inside the room he pushes you against the bed as if you were a ragdoll, and locks the door behind him.
San looks at you as if he's calculating something scary, something macabre that will most likely hurt you.
"take your shirt off." he orders.
you sit up with blurry eyes and a wobbly mouth, holding the edge of your shirt with your trembling fingers.
"please.." you sob out, wanting to keep your decency.
He immediately walks over to you, taking a big chunk of your hair in his hand and pulling at it, making you wince in pain and causing some tears to spill out of your eyes.
you don't even notice your thighs rubbing against themselves under your skirt.
"I said off. Don't make me repeat myself."
He lets go of your hair and stands back straight, waiting for you to comply.
You lower your gaze ashamedly as you start pulling your top off of your upper body, leaving it bare for him to see.
his eyes immediately glue to your hardening nipples as he licks his lips. His hands fiddle with the loaded gun, aching to make you quiver under him.
you squirm under his gaze and lower your eyes to the bed, ashamed of the way your panties are starting to get way too wet.
San gets closer to your form, watching how you curl in on yourself.
"Don't be so shy doll..I'm gonna take good care of you." He lets out in the sweetest tone he could ever use and you would have almost believed him if it weren't for the gun in his hand and the crazed look in his eyes.
he raises your chin forcing you to look at him and then orders "open up", nudging your lip with one of his fingers.
You hesitate but do so anyways out of fear, not expecting his next move.
San suddenly moves the hand holding his gun closer to your face, shoving the muzzle past your lips and down your throat.
"go ahead" he says with a sadistic smirk stretching on his face "make it nice and wet"
you try your hardest not to choke on the gun but it's basically impossible with it fitted so deep inside your mouth.
more tears threaten to fall on your lashline as you look up at him with a face full of desperation, trying to suppress a moan as he pinches one of your nipples with his free hand.
"such a good little slut, that's what you are right? making daddy feel so proud uh? c'mon suck on it"
you whine a bit as he forces the gun deeper inside your mouth, and hollow your cheeks the best you can, trying to follow his order.
your tears start spilling as soon as the back of your troath comes in contact with the metal, and you try to suppress your gag reflex.
San watches with admiration in his eyes as he has you so pliant and submissive before him, a sight he would've never expected to see.
deciding to let his impatience rule over him, he finally frees your troath from the gun, watching as it shines so prettily with your spit.
"You did good doll, now you deserve a reward."
You look at him with a completely lost expression, waiting for his next move which turns out to be as unpredictable as his previous ones.
"Lean back and open your legs."
He guides you into position, additionally flipping up your skirt so it displayes your now ruined pair of panties.
"Tch...you got this wet from choking on a loaded gun? You must be as crazy as me baby."
You bite your lip out of embarassment, trying your best to keep your eyes planted on the sheets of the bed rather than him, not noticing him sliding off both of his gloves.
San uses his free hand to caress your thigh slowly, tracing patterns on it but never getting close enough to where you need it the most.
As he reaches the juncture between your core and your thigh, you shudder softly, almost letting out a sound you didn't even know you had been holding back.
He then gets closer to you, his face coming to rest right in front of yours with his hand still wandering on you thighs.
"What is it? mh? is kitten impatient?"
He suddenly cups your pussy through your underwear, feeling the wet patch of fabric under his naked palm.
"Does kitten like being handled like this by a bad big man? You were waiting for this weren't you? Going out at night all alone in a skimpy skirt and those pretty tits barely covered."
You whimper slightly, trembling against him, as he uses his index finger to lightly trace circles on your clit.
"Look at you, letting a stranger touch you and feeling pleasure from it. You really are a slut."
He smirks slightly as he watches your teary eyes quiver under his hard ones.
"Don't worry baby, daddy will take good care of you."
somehow you managed to forget about the gun in his hand for a few seconds, but feeling it now, pressed against your core, makes you shiver again in fear.
"Please..not there." You whisper out in the smallest voice possible.
"Why baby? don't want daddy to make you feel good? you even got it all wet for me." He fake pouts, just to mock you, to show you how mean he can be, but you don't let up and let out another small "please.."
San clicks his tongue before roughly handling and moving you in a different position, bending you over with your ass staying in the air.
"Stupid slut, thinks she can decide what i should do to her."
He roughly shoves your panties to the side, before sliding the gun's muzzle from you clit to your entrance, making you whine out from the stimulation.
His other hand tangles inside your hair, pushing your head against your pillow.
"Ever heard of the russian roulette baby? Why don't we try it out?"
San laughs sadistically as he hears you whimper loudly, shaking with a few sobs but not daring to say a word, your pussy quivering slightly and clenching on nothing.
"I'm just kidding doll"
He then suddenly trusts the muzzle of the gun inside your opening, fitting it all the way down, as deep as it can go.
You moan out loud at the feeling of the metal pressing against your sensitive walls and hitting just the right spot, sparks of arousal surrounding all your body.
He thrusts the gun in and out of your pussy as he gently takes one of your tits inside his other hand, pinching your nipple just to watch you squirm even more under him.
"You're fucking perfect baby, such a sweet angel for me."
Your cries become louder as he increases his pace, the pleasure becoming too much and not enough at the same time.
"San-i...please."
"Please what sweetheart?"
You whine with cheeks red from embarassment, not wanting to ask out loud for it.
"You..know what" you whimper out with a muffled voice, your words getting trapped inside the sheets of the bed.
"I think you're going a bit out of character baby..I might need to remind you who's in charge here."
He immediately removes the gun from your warmth, making you cry out louder than before at the loss of stimulation.
He pushes you against the bed, making you sit up and then roughly shoves you off it saying "get on your fucking knees"
San has a hold on the back of your neck, as he guides to sit at his feet.
He stands tall, towering over you, as he looks at you with dark eyes, the gun still in his hand and glistening in your arousal.
He points it at your head, not caring for your hair getting dirty and sticky, and gestures with his other hand to his growing crotch.
"nuzzle on it."
You immediately move your head to bury your nose in the fabric of his pants, feeling his length pressing against it.
"Look at you kitten, you look like you might start purring."
You look up at him with big innocent eyes, as your cheek rests against his covered dick, his gun still pointing at your forehead.
His smirk only grows as he watches you wait for his next order.
"Take it out baby."
You scramble with trembling fingers to undo the zioper of his pants and shove his boxer out of the way, watching as his dick grazes your cheek and stands tall against his covered abdomen.
your mouth waters at the sight of his swollen and red tip, already anticipating the heaviness of it on your tongue.
He uses his free hand to get ahold of the base, slapping your cheeks with it and then your lips. He positions his dick right on the side of your face, smirking in satisfaction as he notices his length almost reaching your hairline.
"I'm too big for your small little face uh? Guess i'll have to train your pretty throath before it can fit in all the way."
He then smears your lips with his precum, tapping his tip a few times against them.
You immediately open your mouth at the gesture, sticking your tongue out and patiently waiting for his next move.
He spits in your mouth and roughly shoves his length down your throat, not even making you able to process both the heaviness of his saliva and his dick on your tongue.
Keeping the gun pointed at your head he uses his other hand to hold the back of your troath, snapping his hips against your mouth, not even slightly worried about the lack of oxygen inside your body.
You suppress a gag as his tip repeatedly hits the back of your troath, trying to stay as still as possible to let him have his way with you.
"Fucking perfect, you're the best mouth i've ever fucked."
Your eyebrows furrow as a snarky remark rises up in your troath, but it's unfortunately blocked by his heaviness working is way inside it and abusing it.
he realizes what he sayd and immediately looks down at your annoyed eyes.
"not that i've tried many." he clairifies, suddenly getting out of character.
Your hand hits is thigh in a reprimanding way, and he inmediately picks up his pace again, not ever letting up and giving you the chance to take a breath.
"Fuck i'm close baby, you're fucking perfect like this."
He lets go of his gun and throws it on the bed, in favour of moving your strands of hair out of your eyes with a caress.
"Where do you want it? On your face? I'll fucking paint you with my cum baby. Wanna make you my personal artwork."
He throws his head back as his thrusts become sloppy and go a bit out of rythm and as you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth he immediately pulls out and starts jerking it in front of your face.
You finally breath in, almost choking on your oxygen as you close your eyes, anticipating what's to come.
His seed hits your face and your open and panting mouth as San grunts out in pleasure, completely lost in the sight of your face covered in white.
"Oh fuck, baby, fuck."
His cum keeps on seeping out of his tip, as you wait patiently for everything he has to give you.
As the last drop of his pleasure comes out and hits a strand of your hair, he lets his neck drop back and caresses the back of your head in a loving manner, not even noticing how your eyes are forced closed as you're trying to avoid going blind in your left eye.
you swallow the drops inside your mouth and clean your lips the best you can. "San-i..could you get me a tissue?" You ask in a hoarse and small voice, feeling your throat burn from the beating it received earlier.
He immediately looks down at you, now noticing the drop of cum threatening to pass through your eyelashes, and rushes to his side of the bed, almost falling on his ass as he tries to get his pants back on and muttering out a small "oh shit."
He gets to gently clean your eyelid from his seed, then passing to your cheeks, your foreahead and your chin.
"Want some water?" He asks gently, throwing the dirty tissue to the side.
You nod, watching as he rises up to his feet and rushes to the kitchen, disappearing from your eyesight. You sit down on the ground, looking at the mirror on your left and taking in your disheleveled appearance.
"Here." He says as he passes you the glass and watches as you gulp it down in one go, clearing your troath as soon as the taste of his cum has left your mouth.
"So, how was it? I tried to follow the script as much as possible but i think i forgot about a few things and.."
You let a satisfactory smile curl on your lips, loving how dependent he is on your approval.
"You were good. I could have never imagined hearing you call yourself daddy but apart from that, it was perfect. You kind of got out of character once or twice but i guess i can pass on it."
You let your arms go around his neck, leaving a small peck on his lips as he pouts slightly.
"did you enjoy yourself?" you ask in a low voice.
"I did, but i still don't think i'm a good dom. I think you suit the role way better."
You smirk, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling his mouth to yours. You let him kiss you for a few seconds before forcing your mouths apart while pulling on his hair.
"Yeah? You think so? Then why don't you use this pretty mouth and make mommy cum?".
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thx for reading!!!
Kinda wish I was laying in a dazed heap after being beaten within an inch of my life in someone's basement, but dusting my bookshelf is cool too, I guess.
Presented without context.
"But in the face of ‘hey, I suck off your gun loaded with 2 bullets so if I accidentally kill myself, there is one for you too when you find me’
Post nut clarity is a hell of a thing"
— @sam-is-my-safe-word
Presented without context.
"But in the face of ‘hey, I suck off your gun loaded with 2 bullets so if I accidentally kill myself, there is one for you too when you find me’
Post nut clarity is a hell of a thing"
— @sam-is-my-safe-word
The context has officially been turned in to the beta. 😂
Presented without context.
"But in the face of ‘hey, I suck off your gun loaded with 2 bullets so if I accidentally kill myself, there is one for you too when you find me’
Post nut clarity is a hell of a thing"
— @sam-is-my-safe-word
(18) PM!Dazai gunplay hcs
Dazai in the PM is a lot meaner and willing to play rough with you. I can't imagine him being in a serious relationship while being in the PM so you're probably just a booty call (sorry but it's true)
It most likely came into play because he was feeling a bit more... sexually adventurous that day. He has no qualms about hurting you or being rough, in fact, he gets off on it and expects you to take it.
This is my own personal opinion but I feel like Dazai has a need for control, he's never been told no and has grown men pissing themselves in his presence so I'm sure he's grown to like the power he holds over people. It's just all the much better with a gun in his hand.
He's intrigued with your wide eyes when he puts that (empty) gun to your head, the little whimper that you let out when he grins at you, the cute whine you cry-out when he clicks off the safety and especially the scream you let out when he pulls the trigger. The way your eyes are clenched tightly closed as you wait to die.. only.. to be able to open your eyes again and glare at him.
He'll take the gun and run it up your collar bone, tracing your jaw with it as he nibbles at your ear, kissing your cheek and leaning back to run the gun down to your jugular and pressing into it. The little thank you that you bless his ears with when he lightens the pressure.
He'll run the gun over your lips and make you suck on it as he watches you, that big brown eye staring at you as you deepthroat the pistol, leaving trails of saliva on the barrel and pulling it back to watch you pant for him as strings of spit break and fall down your chin.
The way his cold, dead eye watches you throw your head back and scream for it, the mocking tone he uses when he asks, you like this better than my cock? The little shake of your head you give him as you cum on his little toy and the scoff he gives when he calls you a dirty little liar.
The way he laughs when you try and push his hand away as he presses the barrel down onto your clit and asks you, do you think you can cum from just this? The little tears the roll down your cheeks as he pushes the gun inside and the hiss you give when the Dessert Eagle stretches you out. But the little good girl you hear slip from him makes it worth it...
⠀⠀ ♡۰ ׅ ࣪ ⊹ thinkin bout having a gun shoved into my mouth rn while icky intruders touch my cunny & play with meee >< ࣪ ৲ ۫ . ✿
CW:FAKE GUN
Let's see if this gets immediately taken down lol
Bruh. I've had fully censored boobies get taken down from this site in the past but A GUN IN MY MOUTH IS OKAY? lol okay fine tumblr. I'll be unhinged and show people how fucked up I am, I get it.
Who wants to get me drunk on mimosas and take advantage of me after?
I woke up desperate for being used
I'm going to brunch
I'm very easy
I'll wear a dress for easy access
Fuck me at gunpoint. <3
I'll cum for you if you choke me. Wanna see?
I wanna bent you over spanking you leaving hand prints all over your ass before marking your boobs and neck. Pinning you down while having the gun in your mouth have you do exactly what I say hearing you whine. Having your legs over my shoulder using you as tears run down your face while filing you up only to use your other holes before fucking it deeper into you, leaving you a drooling mess. Only to take selfies with you while in a mask so think about it always
The gun in my mouth gonna make me cum.
And only if you promise to take selfies like Ghostface from DBD hehe 🥰
I'll cum for you if you choke me. Wanna see?
Trying this again. 😇
Send me anonymous asks/messages 👀👀 you could even send me,
Your fantasies about me.
Or you know, whatever... 😬
Send me your fantasies about me. (I'll only post them if you give permission!)
TW: guns, CNC, blood, and degradation - read on at your own risk. NO MINORS!
**I am life long gun owner & an aggressive advocate for gun safety & operate under RACK. Do NOT play with guns my Lovelies… unless you damn well know what you’re doing at all times.**
Il trying to decide between which of two scenarios to enact first:
1. You know you’re in trouble so you, sorry little pup that you are, strip down at the bedroom door; hoping to distract my ire in some small way. It doesn’t work, I don’t even acknowledge you and continue to load the first, then second and third clips. You drop to your knees and crawl to me, stopping at the bottom of the bed and wait & wait & wait until I’m done. I look at you for a long moment, my expression as cold & hard as the steel in my lap.
Setting aside two of the clips, I slide the third one home and chamber a round. My thumb playing with the safety, the only sound in the room as I watch you watching me. You scoot a bit closer, up along the side of the bed and whimper softly, an attempt at further apologies. Within reach now, I trace the barrel up the side of your neck, along your jaw line, over your chin to your lips.
“Open…” and slip the cold steel between your parted lips as you swallow hard; eyes wide, uncertain, scared and excited at the same time - you can’t tell if the safety is off or on. “Suck me off til I cum you pathetic excuse for a Pet & we’ll see if you can earn another goddamn chance, another fucking pass, another useless day.”
2. You let yourself in, the house is unusually dark - no lights of welcome wait for you over the kitchen stove, living room, or that you can see upstairs. The hunt is on, so to speak … are you staying or leaving?
You make your way through the shadows from the garage door towards the stairs; as you pass by kitchen you might catch sense of movement before I’m on you. I growl softly, almost a laugh, pushing you forward so you stumble so I can bend you over the arm of couch, shoving your face into the cushion so your delayed yelp of surprise is muffled as you feel cold steel tip of the barrel just below your ear.
“You’re trespassing…” you try to push back - the urge to fight, to survive outweighing common sense, to stand up or get away & plead, to breath as you’re smothering against the cushion; but I’m taller, stronger, angry & in control as I grip your hair and your hear the soft click of the safety, up down up down up again. “Trespassers are nothing but toys to use, to break, and to throw away. I’m going to enjoy splitting you apart before I get rid of you.”
You wiggle beneath my grip, muffled words that I can only assume are pleadings turn to a whimper as I press my body against yours to hold you still; you can feel the length of my largest, thickest cock against your ass and thigh through our clothing.