#Gunplay

[growlingven]

Scene idea: holding a real gun, showing them it’s loaded, pulling it back and shooting a target. They’re tied down, you show off the gun again, say how easy it would be to end someone with a shot to the head. They’re blindfolded and you swap the gun for an airsoft one, which you then hold to their temple and threaten to end them right that moment. Continue from there

[eliquire33]

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

warning: gun play, sub!sylus, car sex, riding, headlock, overstimulation, that trailer changed me, MDNI

gunplay with sylus….except you’re the one armed. He could never point a gun at you in such manner. No, he could never subject you to such disrespect, such belittlement to point a weapon in the direction of his sweetie. Though he doesn’t exempt himself, rather he’s soaking it up. Meanwhile you’re soaking for him, sunk all the way down his thick shaft with a forearm at his throat, a Harriet 700 pointed to the side of his head, trailing the barrel down to his jaw, letting him feel the cool metal as the rest of his body turns hot.

“You’re sick….look at how much you love this” You whisper, applying more pressure to his throat to hear him groan, locking him with the headrest in the passengers seat, watching as he puts both hands up in a surrender.

“Y-you look like you are too, sweetie, I know you…can feel it” He grunts, trying to thrust up into you as you torture him with the slow drag of your hips, cunt stretching around him so slow you can feel every throbbing vein on his cock. You click off the safety, pointing the barrel under his chin to make him look at you. He’s filthy, dragging his tongue on the side of the gun until he reaches your lips, groaning into your mouth as he tilts you back, begging you silently to use him, ruin him, make him fall apart.

It doesn’t take much, not much at all.

You give in to his pleas, riding him until his chest is heaving, lips quivering as you point the gun back at his head, telling him how pretty he looks when he’s writhing.

“Sweetie please…I can’t- handle anymore.” He grunts, looking down at your gooey pussy bouncing up and down faster and faster, chasing your own high now after making him cum so many times he’s gonna be shooting blanks soon.

It’s a sticky, slippery mess that may as well ruin his fancy car. But he doesn’t care, he just needs you; reaching to touch you- any part of you he can, to feel your skin as you fuck him. “Hands off.” You demand, hearing his load groan, though he obeys. “Cum for me again Sy, you can do it right? For me, yeah?” You say in his ear, but it comes off much, much differently with a gun to his head.

Yet he nods, incoherent now, feverish nods and pants. Embarrassingly fast, he cums another load inside you, hearing you pull the trigger with an empty click.

…

You show him the barrel, the next shot would have been lethal, and now he’s hard again.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[archie-sunshine]

megastar with gun mode megs? pretty please <3

have a nice day

tbh ive rlly been enjoying the sort of pseudo objectum stuff i've been drawing. very fun!

[tauruspt]

What I want to see when I look up on my knees worshipping boots.....

[laserlads]

It’s not gonna suck itself. Is it?

[localgasmaskliker]

Dismas gunplay, Dismas using his guns to penetrate. have him coo to you as he drives it deeper, making sure it reaches the deepest parts of you. Fuck, with how well you're taking it, he could use the real thing.

[mommaboyhalo]

Need a girl to shove a handgun down my throat and make me suck on it and lap at the barrel till I'm on my knees begging for her to put it in the other hole actually.

[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

[tauruspt]

[laserlads]

Cute smile. Hot leathers. Hotter blaster.

[antiairsupply]

sample character sheet piece for GUNPLAY in dev ttrpg by six valentine.

[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

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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.

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

would you ever write a Hosea x younger male reader, around Arthur’s age, with gunplay? very generic but i cannot get the thought out of my mind… need that old man whimpering shyly, trying to not make much noise….!

a/n: brainworms and a breakup have been haunting me lately yall but now I really wanna write this so

Minors DNI

tipsy. Yah, that’s what he could say he was- just tipsy, a rare thing for Hosea to be in the fist place. He was usually a healthy drinker, a small shot or flask he’d sip on here and there. It’s much harder to control his drinking when he’s thinking about you now isn’t it?

a new member, half his age at best and recently had saved him from a petty death in a botched mission. You had lugged him over your shoulder like a sack, and he hadn’t been quite able to get it out of his mind

you acted a lot like a younger Dutch, shiny pistols and a sharp tongue.. but there was something calmed in your tone, something more possessive in your grip. More controlled he supposed. It was getting to him badly.  It made him yearn, made him ache, made him want.

he hadn’t planned on bothering you about it, not ever. He wasn’t young or pretty or fast paced or anything he was years ago- not by his standard anyway. He had planned to sit and let it simmer down until it was gone, but alas you seemed to have other plans when you slid up behind him, man-handling him onto sitting against your chest with his legs draped over your lap in one fluid motion.

he almost let out a yelp before he whipped his head around to catch a glint of your face, his heart pounding in his chest so hard he thought it might burst out of him.

you didn’t make a single sound as you seemed to look around for any other camp goers, before your hand trailed up his shirt and popped each button out of place, your voice low as you hummed out little tempting compliments as if to convince him he should be doing this.

He squirmed in your hold, words coming out breathy and muttered. Sure he was drunk, but just sober enough to know you had just gotten back from some errand by the dirt under your fingers and your gun still shining in the dimmed light on your holster. He laid pliant when you kissed as his neck, leaving hickeys down his collarbone. Too afraid to say some half-excuse and actually make you pull away.

he bit down on his lip to not make some pitiful sounds that his body begged him to let out while your hands slid his worn pants down, clearly careful and precise as to not make a sound. It didn’t help much though, truly unable to stop himself from whining like a dog

he heard the click of your bullets falling out of your pistol before he saw your gun in your hand, a surge of adrenaline filling his head as he heard five distinct clicks, unsure if you had shot one earlier or just left one in for the fun of it as the tip of your barrel pressed up against his lips. A silent command to suck on it to stop his groans and whines.

he opened his mouth the slightest bit, letting out a choked sound when the cold metal pressed against his tongue and made his teeth hurt when you adjusted it in your steady hand. He was so hyper focused on it that he failed to notice that you were undoing your belt all the while until he felt the head of your cock pressing against his hole, breathless muffled sounds flowing out of him as you slid in inch by inch. It hurt with no prep, but it was a sting he had gotten used to longer ago then he’d like to admit to any living soul

he was already hard as he could be, pre dripping down from him as you managed to manhandle him properly down onto the rough ground to properly thrust into him, fixing the awkward position. He suckled on the barrel of the gun, reveling in the taste of it as his eyes rolled back Witt every buck of your hips into his warm walls, his body clenching around you and his hands staying behind his back to resist scrambling to grasp onto you. His eyes hazy looking and tears making his eyelashes all the more noticeable as he looked up at you with pure lust.

it didn’t take long for him to reach his max, spent as sticky cum covered the lower half of his chest, mixing with the small amount of sweat that was beginning to accumulate on him, letting his lips pull away from your pistol with a wet sound as he licked up the bottom of the barrel, eyes making contact with yours in a way that was meant to egg you on and tease you, to which it clearly worked.

It didn’t take any longer for you to hold him steady down on the ground, painting his insides white with your orgasm, before pulling out slowly and tugging your pants and chaps back up, not a word exchanged as you wiped the spit off of your gun and shoving your hat over his messy hair while he got up, already leaving off to your tent by the time he was sat up and had caught his breath

[the-heaminator]

hi hello!! i saw your tags on my hilson gunplay post and i would absolutely LOVE to read whatever you may write about it :3c it would be so cool,,,,

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This took me absolutely too long to write but :D