#tw gun play

[tacticalprincess]

gun play with bounty hunter!könig :3…

him capturing you and bringing you to some sterile, dark holding room, waiting for his partner as he watches you squirm in your handcuffs, kneeling at his heavy boots. he’s more than a little shocked to see such a small, innocent looking thing be the face of the law enforcement’s current most wanted. criminals come in all shapes and sizes, but he’d be lying if he said they were usually as pretty as you…

all of your attempts at conversation are met with heavy silence. you shift uncomfortably on your achey knees, a bratty sort of pout on your face as you watch the giant, masked man stare you silently, dark eyes bored and unwavering. the movement seems to trigger a reflex in him, the cold metal tip of his rifle pressing firmly to your forehead. much to his misfortune, you see the way his eyes darken when you lean into it, bold and daring.

he can’t help himself, curious to see how far he can take it. his hand seems to grow a mind of its own, trailing the large gun slowly down to your awaiting mouth. a low groan escapes his throat as you suck the tip between your plump lips and you smile, having finally gotten a reaction out of him. he wonders if you can tell how long it’s been since he’s experienced something as erotic as this, and you wonder if he can tell how fast your heart is racing in your chest, racking your brain with all the probable ways you could make your escape. the feeling of having your life completely in the hands of this scary, faceless person has adrenaline thrumming in your veins, and, embarrassingly, heat gathering between your thighs.

just as he’s using the gun to push down the low neckline of your shirt to expose more of your cleavage, the door bursts open and in walks his equally as menacing looking partner, who pauses at the compromising position you’re in, eyes widening underneath his skull mask.

[getodrools]

GOOD AFTERNOON LAVIII !! hwo are ya :3

i might js make an everyday appearance but HEAR ME OUT !! a year ago or so i made a lil joke saying i want toji to fuck me with his gun but like.. what if he actually did > 0 <

just wanted to share that :333 IM SO HUNGRYYY, im cravin pancakes but im pancakeless :( you could he sleeping so if you are i hope ur sleeping well and dreaming of super cute things :D : D TA TAAAA (that’s a fancy bye)

— pearl anon

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ omg gm, i was dreamin’ ! ♡ ‘n i’ve been well, which i hope you've been feeling the same too pearl ! <3 besides the no pancakes disruption ;( ( ! ! but i do hope this feeds ur cravings in some way ??! sob — chocolate pancakes ( >> ) or fruit-based ??

★ ┆ CONFESSIONS .ᐟ ───── TOJI FUSHIGURO ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con ( coercion ), gun / fear / and power play, interrogation, degrading, slight praising, squirting, choking / asphyxiation, humiliation, &’ dacryphilia. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.1K + |

“Tell me where your brother is.” The silencer attached to the sauntering man's gun was cold – at first… The teasing against your ridden hood was no longer enough to set you straight – to spill out any more information he coveted for, solely wreaking a mess out of you; a spill of only silky cum ran down the table he interrogated you on, all shame flowed into a glistening puddle below…

Now the slim, steel barrel between the quaver of your thighs was scolding… “This’ll all end if you just open more than these pretty legs and tell me where my scared little target is. Alright?” And he jams it deep, no hesitation in plugging you up with a loaded gun to the hilt…

Slippery folds spread wide to make room ‘till the invading metal eases in – ramming through your cum-soaked embrace. It hilted in your steaming depths with shocking ease before dragging back with a slight roll; he'd twist at the handle to slide around — left and right, left and right like a q-tip swirling around.

Eyes squeezing tight, “Sir… Please, I told you–” You hiccup, “Told you… I don't know…” You didn't know him, or even knew your brother had a damn hitman chasing him down. Well, it’s a slight explanation as to why he abruptly vanished last week… but you still had no clue of the exact reason!

You didn't know anything!

But you do know, you couldn't risk your brother's life any further. Damnning family loyalty.

The scar lined down the broad man's lips wrinkled stiffly as he frowned, “Where did you see him last goddamnit.” You shake your head, almost a sob falling through feeble lips in response.

Still not good enough. He clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart,” The mix of gentle words and a pistol shoved up your pussy was… odd, “Before he left, did you at least see him take a scroll?” Raspy voice drawing out slow for you, he tilts his head, “Think real hard f’me, ok?” You barely could muster up words! How in the world could you even remember a stupid piece of paper while a gun is lodged inside you?!

Oh fuck…

Your eyes fill with light, and so does the killers, believing you were about to spew out the truth, “Yeah, yeah, I know that look, tell me.” The only truth spewing out was your cunt reacting vividly to the twisting pole splitting through you.

Another, milky mess splatters at his grey pants and around his gun. Runny with a shimmer – damp and soiled, he soughed as you tremble embarrassingly along the tabletop… Cunt clenching around the working barrel, you cry out; the trepidation, adrenaline, and coerced pleasure from a — truthfully, a hunk of a man was all foreign, shaking a deep rattle in you.

Gasping ‘till the shady room fell silent…

The man's shaggy hair falls with his head, dropping it low with a sigh followed, “It’s just a simple yes or no. Use your words this time, honey.” Patience running eerily low.

Toji had a damn job to do. He was ranked highest in his field of work for a reason. He never cared to show mercy when it came to his money, and that's exactly what his consumers loved. Toji always got the job done one way or the other... Even if working his gun with lethal strokes inside your pussy ‘till you couldn't bare another rumbling high was undoubtedly a way… Anything to get what he needed to get what he wanted.

And before you could reason by catching your breath, your interrogator leans over your feeble body; a stiff leg booted between yours as the other crowded you in on the side. Hovering over you full flush, Toji fills his free hand with your throat, as if he was trying to stifle the very answers out of you.

“I’m giving you one more chance,” Those same words he's said a good handful of times rang through your ears, “Speak up.”

“… I–I…” But the firearm pulling and twisting around your insides was forcing your lips to clamor.

You haven't had room to properly suck in a fresh breath of air in the past three hours…

Verdant eyes scanning your face, so close, you could feel the flutter of his lashes tickle at the stained, wet cheeks that puff out. Welting in tears, you shiver, “I don't… I don't remember…—!” You hear the stiff pistol driving through your silken furrow cock back.

Oh fuck.

“Heh. You really don't now?” Burying all inches of glossy metal inside tight walls, then retracting and slamming down harder, Toji’s grip tightend too, “ ‘Cause I feel like you do. A little birdie told me you even helped him out, huh.” Fuck.

Cum churned with sappy liquids; dragging a translucent milky ring around his suppressor, nothing was going to impede his assignment.

All brisk motions left your gummy insides shivering potently and brain to slosh into a mushy pile… Toji kept at it ‘till you seemed fucked out of your mind. ‘Till you actually couldn't give him any more answers...

<– BACK : PINNED ⊹ ࣪ ˖ NEXT : MORE TOJI –>

[s4no]

omg D, G, L for the NSFW game with Mikey Sano 😭 I will love you forever

[ d ]: dark content - does he partake in anything that would be considered dc? oh, mikey is the king of darkness— of course he does. he's fucked you with his revolver more times than you can count. he's practically hypnotized when he watches your pussy suck in the barrel of the gun, a white creamy ring forming around the metal. he's almost dizzy at the thought that you're equal parts scared for your life and turned on by it at the same time.

[ g ]: game - what’s his body count? his body count is much lower than you might expect. but it's only because once someone catches his attention, he's reluctant to let them go. he doesn't do flings— if he wants you, he wants you. you feel me?

[ l ]: location - where's the most risque place he’s had sex? one day he brought you to work with him and he ended up bending you over the conference table and fucking you in front of the executives. you'd been teasing him all evening so, really, it was your fault.

nsfw alphabet (closed)

[gothghostiie]

Hhhhhhhh. Mean Wesker fucking choking you with his belt and making you ride his boot with a fucking gun to your head (I need to be spayed)

you're so real anon

hes so mean, forcing you to your knees and pushing his boot to your crotch, belt already around your neck so he can pull you around by it. if you even refuse or hesitate for a second a sharp smack lands across your face, telling you to get riding:((

watches you, maybe lazily stroking his cock while he watches you but dont you dare slack off. he'll warn you once before putting his gun to your head, muttering about motivating you as you desperately try to get off while getting choked out by him :((

[soaringmirror]

KEEPING YOU WAITING

Pairing: PM Boss!Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

a/n: it's dazai's day <3 miss soaringmirror is very horny for port mafia boss dazai to ruin her and this is it in words. Dazai simps and stans come forth this is for you

cw: NSFW & DARK CONTENT MDNI - gun play, knife play, face slapping (1), degradation, threats, teasing, oral m receiving, mention of saliva and blood, mating press, rough sex, creampie. Lmk if i've missed anything

wc: 1850

Knowing that Dazai was occupied with the endless stacks of work ever since he became the boss of the Port Mafia you wanted to taunt him. You reclined on the luxurious sofa sighing to yourself that he wasn't in your presence. You were unsure when he was going to return home. 

Impatient, you grabbed your phone and dialled his number. "Yes belladonna? How can I help you during this fine hour?" Dazai mused. A playful smirk appeared on your face, "good evening to you love, just making sure you haven't forgotten about me. Things can get a little boring," you replied. The sound of Dazai's laughter filled your ears as his voice dropped an octave. "Aw, no sympathy for me sweetheart? You know how awfully busy I am, trying to run the Mafia since I slit Mori-san's throat." 

"Hmmm, I suppose I should be a little more considerate of your schedule darling. I'll leave you be, I have a surprise for you so work hard for me Dazai," you said toying with the gun in your other hand. "A surprise for me belladonna? Hopefully it's not Chuuya's gloves. We still haven't replaced the other ones," he chuckled. 

"Very funny but no, you'll see." After a brief goodbye you hung up and continued waiting ensuring you had everything ready. Meanwhile Dazai worked tirelessly planning the next steps for the Mafia. Hours passed, the clock across you read 2am. You were seated on the bed in dark red lingerie, a white satin robe draped over your body. 2am where you knew Dazai would be strolling through the streets of Yokohama possibly threatening someone in passing. 

Ah how you loved that man giggling at the thought of the poor soul facing him. The rattle of the front door pulled you away from your thoughts. You sauntered downstairs to greet your husband witnessing him enter in one swift movement. Dazai closed the door, shutting the dirty deeds behind him. "Belladonna, how I've missed you," he greeted as he extended his bandaged arm, intertwining your hand in his. 

"You're a little too late for sappy welcomes from me, but I'll forgive your tardiness this time," you grumbled. "Mmm I know, let me make it up to ⸻." Uninterested in his apology you yanked him close to you, your lips inches away before kissing him. It was a passionate kiss, letting his tongue roam in your mouth coaxing low groans from his throat. Opening your eyes you reached into the pocket of your robe and grasp the surprise while distracting him with your kiss.

Abruptly removing your lips, Dazai's eyes remained closed anticipating the return of your intoxicating kiss. Slowly, you ghost his lips before stuffing your soaked panties in his mouth while pressing the loaded gun to his temple. Dazai's eyes shot open, he knew this little trick of yours all too well. He swiftly held his knife against your throat, the blade millimetres away from slicing your delicate skin to the floor. It was as though he was unbothered by the panties in his mouth causing a loud chuckle to escape from you. As always Dazai was two steps ahead.

"I know I forgave you babe but I guess I'm in the mood to kill," you taunted, locking your gaze with his blood shot eyes. Suppressed by the lacy fabric, he let out a muffled groan provoking you to shove the gun further. "Now now Dazai, I want you so bad but you're testing me right now. Kneel and maybe I'll be nice." Obliging to your demand Dazai slowly sunk to his knees, dropping the knife to the floor. "Good." You paced around him, pointing the weapon in his direction before bending down giving him a good glance of your cleavage. The wine red bra teasing his gaze. 

His jaw was still slack, saliva trickling down the sides of his chin. You knew his brilliant mind was busy strategizing his revenge but you teased him even more. You traced your fingers down his cheeks laughing as you knelt down to his level. Leaning in close you pulled your panties out of his mouth with your teeth. The way you provoked him was turning him on a lot more than he would like to admit.

Finally free from restraint, Dazai used his strength to knock the gun out of your grasp. He pinned you down to the floor sitting on your lower back, legs on either side of you. One hand restrained your wrists while the other was occupied with the weapon's muzzle directly on your neck. "Fuck I love the way you taste but do not play with my heart darling," he warned. From the corner of your eye you could see his warm smile juxtaposing his brutal actions. "You won't shoot, I know you won't," you challenged. 

"You think this is a game? Do not test my patience doll." Dazai's voice was laced with caution as he dug the weapon further into your nape. The thrill of it all was beginning to make you feel needy for him, though you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing. Humming to himself, Dazai took his time dragging the gun up and down your back. "Should've made your tongue useful in my pussy," you sighed. Silence followed by the clatter of the gun startled you as Dazai yanked your hair hard. "You have something to say slut? Actually, I don't think whores like you deserve to speak." 

The burning sensation in your scalp was nothing compared to the way your cunt throbbed. "Up," he ordered, poking your back. Dazai guided you up the stairs while you remained silent. The door swung open with a forceful kick of his foot, the lights in your shared room already dimmed. With his teeth he yanked the robe off your skin before skillfully unclasping the fabric restraining your breasts. "Be a good girl and get on your knees," he whispered, pressing his erect length against your bare ass. The knife traced down your curves before Dazai let you free. 

He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs apart, his patience wearing thin. Holding your breath, you sank to your knees tilting your head up in his direction. "Such an obedient whore you are belladonna," he beamed. The curl of his forefinger silently ordered you to move forward so you were inches away from his cock. You admired the pearl of precum glistening on his tip and the prominent veins that were visible on his shaft. Slowly, you squeezed his length before closing your lips around him. Dazai didn't have the time to wait for you to adjust, grabbing a fistful of your hair he pushed your head down on his length. 

Forceful thrusts down on his cock made you gag, hot tears threatening to drip on the expensive carpet below you. The erotic sounds of Dazai's moans sent pleasure to your aching cunt, you didn't know how long it would be before your arousal would leak. "Faster. Do not test me," he smirked. He knew you were in desperate need of air, yet he adored the way your saliva dribbled down the corners of your mouth. The sensation drove him deeper into the back of your throat and his moans became louder. "That's it, gag. Fuck your mouth feels so good," he rasped. Dazai could've released his seed down your throat but the thought of overstimulating and filling your pussy was even more divine to him. 

Suddenly placing his finger on the trigger, you released his cock. "Good girl," he cooed. "Aw babe were you close? About to come down my throat?" You taunted. "Still runnin' your fucking mouth are ya? I'll need to teach you a lesson," Dazai sighed as he landed a harsh slap across your face. Now visibly irritated, he clutched your hair dragging you up to the bed and threw you unceremoniously. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat doll." You smirked before you could answer, "because you know you won't be able to find pussy as good as this Dazai," you reasoned. 

Spreading your legs, you anticipated the delicious stretch of his cock. Instead Dazai pushed your legs to your chest, hovering over you. His eyes were dark and full of lust before letting out a sadistic laugh, "maybe I should breed this tight little cunt of yours." He unravelled his bandages with his teeth, letting you immerse in the glory of his naked state. Without warning, he bullied his way into your sopping pussy knocking the air out of your lungs. Dragging his cock all the way out he laughed again reminding you to breathe. A loud moan left your lips as you began to feel hazy with pleasure. 

All the pent up stress was forced into your cunt as Dazai fucked your brains out. Each and every degrading word had you yearning for more, eyes rolling back as he thrusted faster and harder. The knife from earlier was never disregarded, in fact Dazai held it between his fingers pressing the tip against your skin as he continued thrusting and grunting. "Fuck belladonna, you love it when my cock is splitting you open don't you?" He groaned condescendingly. "Ah! Dazai 's too much! Fuck!" You yelled. Dazai pushed your legs against your chest even harder as he snapped his hips faster into your pussy, abusing the sweet spot that sent you over the edge. 

"Haahh, belladonna you're gonna make me cum," he whined. The uncontrollable moans and pleads leaving your lips along with the way you were clenching around his dick made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Tossing the knife to the floor, Dazai's hands gripped your body as he slammed his hips, grunting before coming to a sudden stop. You let out a scream as you felt Dazai's hot cum releasing into your aching cunt filling you to the brim. Stillness filled the room, his cock throbbing as the last drops of his seed entered you giving you both a moment to recollect yourselves. 

Heavy breaths echoed as he pulled out, observing the way his cum leaked out from your fucked out pussy. Too dazed to say anything you laid there panting, the colour draining from your cheeks. Dazai flopped onto the bed groaning into the afterglow of his orgasm. Suddenly turning to you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss drawing blood. "Fuckin test me again and I won't hold back darling," he chuckled. "Mmm then don't love, I won't be so easy on you next time," you replied still fucked out.

Soon after Dazai treated your limp body with care, running his fingers over the tender areas. He kissed you again, this time gentle and softly rubbed the scratches and bruises he inflicted on you. "Do not keep me waiting next time, Dazai," you mumbled. Instead of answering, he was already thinking of your next punishment. He was imagining the ruthlessness of his thrusts and your whimpers from the overwhelming sensation of all the things he was going to do. 

[wrixthesley]

sin for me | h. sanzu

cw: gun play, noncon, toxic relationships, yandere sanzu, degradation(?), praise, baby trapping, stalking, mentions of drugs, intrusion, dacryphilia

a/n: please read the warnings

Your date is nice.

He works downtown, makes a decent amount of money, polite, and actually makes an effort to keep the conversation going. He asks about what you do and your likes.

He’s clean, that’s the most important part. Doesn’t dabble in anything illegal, certainly has never done drugs other than getting high once in college as if you’d even count that.

You’re relieved with him, no sleepless nights wondering if he’ll get home in one piece or if he’s going to get caught for pushing product.

His hands are gentle, they’re warm and bare. No rings adorning his fingers and no metal contrasting to your skin when he pulls you in for a kiss.

Your first kiss since him.

Your date walks you home, makes sure that you get to your apartment safely and sets up the next date. You hum in response, looking forward to it. You bid each other farewell and go inside.

You ignore the text that’s been burning a hole through your phone for the past hour. You don’t know how many numbers you’ve blocked this week, it’s too hard to keep track of but you know who it is.

“He’s a nice guy”

You don’t read the rest of the message. You swipe left to delete it before getting ready for bed.

-

Your second date with him is a lot more fun. It’s easier for you to distract yourself, arcade games remind you of simpler times when the only thing you worried about was whether or not you understood the homework for that night.

He’s charming, clumsy, and has an amazing sense of humor. He makes the butterflies flutter in your stomach, how long has it been since you’ve felt so innocent? He tells you you’re pretty, your personality captivating and he’s excited for your future dates.

He embraces you, safely enveloping you in his arms. You turn your face so you rest on his chest, you’ve wished for a peaceful relationship like this for a while.

You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the warmth of your date before opening and seeing pink hair and blue eyes staring at you through a crowd. His mask covers the bottom half of his face, he knows his scars make him recognizable.

Your blood turns cold and when you push away from your date the eyes that locked onto you are gone.

“Sorry.” You say, relieved that you don’t receive anymore questions.

He takes your hand and leads you to play laser tag. It’s one of his favorites, you’ll have to remember that.

You feel guilty that he’s so kind.

-

Friday nights are spent tidying up what you couldn’t during the week.

The dishes that you stacked up after dinner get washed, dried and put away. The washer in the background gives you an illusion that you’re not so alone in your apartment.

The floors are swept and mopped, the rugs vacuumed and everything gets a good dusting. It helps clear your head, when your space is tidy.

Your phone goes off and you think you’re getting asked for a third date. Your stomach sinks when it’s another unknown number, you wonder if he’ll ever get tired.

There’s three messages this time.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Followed by an unsolicited picture of his cock.

“Miss you, my pretty baby”

You block and delete the message thread.

-

Your third date is at his house. Nothing fancy, he apologizes for it but you reassure him it’s fine. You take the opportunity to talk to him more, learn about the way he lives and essentially what makes him tick.

He asks you a different question for each one of yours he answers until he asks about any of your ex lover’s he should be wary of. He says it as a joke but it’s a wound that still stings.

You can’t bring yourself to utter someone else’s name in the presence of your date. You swallow hard, your mouth feels dry and he goes back to watching his show.

He continues talking about all previous partners he’s been with. He’s on good terms with all of them, how could he not be? He has a heart of gold where you only carry guilt. You envy that about him, even though he’s been so generous with all of your dates.

“I really like you” he says, kissing you, hesitant to place his hands on your hips, “I can wait until you’re ready.” His voice is soothing, he’s pulling you into a hug.

When was the last time you felt such peace?

-

You walk through the rain one evening after work, cursing yourself for forgetting your umbrella. Your shoes are soaking wet and your apartment feels like its further away than what it is when it starts pouring.

You’re practically trudging up the stairs to your door by the time the rain begins to slow. Your hands shaking from how hard you’re shivering trying to get the key to turn.

“Fuck, just open” you whisper, relieved when the key finally gives and the door swings open. Your hair is dripping and your clothes are uncomfortably stuck to your skin. You’re pulling your socks off, peeling away at your pants and shirt until you’re in nothing but your underwear.

You bend down to pick up the wet clothes to through them in the washer.

You can’t wait to go to bed.

“Putting on a show for me?”

You freeze. You feel your stomach sink, the blood in your veins turns cold and nausea begins to pick at the back of your throat. You want to scream, you have to scream, he can’t be here.

“I told you not to ignore me” he seethes, clamping his hand around your mouth and pressing you against his body.

Sanzu has always been stronger than he’s looked.

Your heart is racing, pounding against your ribcage as you look around desperately for something you can use as a weapon.

“You’re gonna behave” he whispers into your ear, you can feel how warm his breath is, can feel the taut muscles of his arms through his clothes. He drags you to your bedroom, you know better than to fight back. Your dates replay in your head, you wish you would have cherished the kind words and touches more. You feel like sobbing again.

He’s quick to turn you around. Hand still clamped around your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut. You’re hoping, praying, crying for this to be a dream. You want the safety you had days before.

Sanzu meets you with a gun to your head and a saccharine smile on his face. You immediately start to sob.

“Didn’t you miss me?” He asks, the grip on your mouth changes to a harsh one on your cheeks. Pushing them together forcing your lips to pout. He nods your head yes for you, loves that your mascara is running down your cheeks.

“I told you not to fuckin ignore me.”

He traces the barrel of the gun down your face, the metal leaving goosebumps behind on your skin.

“Sanzu, please.”

“You’re gonna be a good girl and listen aren’t you?” His kisses your forehead, “Gonna show me that that other fucker you’re with isn’t shit, that you’re mine, yeah?”

He uses the gun to push the straps of your bra down, pressing the barrel into your skin to remind you not to fight back. His free hand finds undoes the hook of your bra, letting it fall on the floor.

“God, I love these tits” his scars on either side of his mouth scrunch when he smiles. His hand is warm when he cups your breast, fingers playing with your hardening nipples.

“Did you fuck him?” He asks, releasing your breast and pressing the gun to the center of your chest.

You sob, looking directly into his eyes for the first time since he’s been here.

“Yes.” You seethe, waiting for Sanzu to pull the trigger.

Instead he only laughs.

“I fuckin’ hate liars, baby.” His voice is sickly sweet, cooing at you as he moves the gun slowly down to your navel. He tucks the barrel into your panties, the cool metal makes you jolt.

He’s closer now, his lips ghosting yours. Eyes boring into yours and burning the memory of his features into your skull forever.

“You’re only a whore for me.” He whispers, kissing you harder when you sob, snaking his tongue into your mouth to collide with yours. The kiss is desperate, needy and it’s all teeth and tongue and, god you hate when he licks at the hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

His hand slides into your panties, watching how your breath hitches when he finds your clit instantly beginning to circle it despite your cries to stop.

“Sanzu” your voice is low, breathy. It makes his cock twitch in his pants, he’s missed you so much. His fingers are so long, so warm and you curse him for knowing exactly what you like, what makes you dizzy, and what makes your jaw drop.

“Fuck, Sanzu, stop.” You breathe, head falling back when he pinches your clit.

“Yeah? Tell me to stop again, baby.”

He frees his hand, using it to pull your panties down your legs. You step out of them, watching how he casually holds the gun in his hand. You wonder if it’s the one he uses for work, if it’s the one responsible for so many people who haven’t returned home.

The muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, you moan, mouth falling when he begins to circle it over and over again.

“Mmm, tell me no, baby. Wanna hear you say it again”

“Sanzu, no, please, no” your legs start to shake and your struggling to hold back your moans. You can’t tell if you’re crying for him to stop or because you feel pleasure begging to bubble in your stomach.

The sound of his belt coming undone snaps you back to reality for a moment. It feels like time slowed, you watch the gun leaving your cunt and back at his side.

He lets his pants bunch at his thighs, pushing you face first onto the edge of the bed. The gun is pressed to the back of your head and you're too scared to do anything but cry.

He's switching the his hands when he slips his shirt off. Each one keeping the gun glued to the back of your head and you can feel the tip of his cock teasing at your folds.

You cry and he moans.

"Don't cry, I'll make you feel good. Better than your boy toy can."

Your body betrays you, slick coating your folds and the inside of your thighs. "I hate you." You whisper, you choke on a sob when he sheathes himself inside of you.

"I love you." He replies, his voice isn't harsh anymore. The gun moves to your temple at the same type he hits your sweet spot. You can't help or stop the moans that flow out of you. Sanzu is everywhere, his hands, his scent, god you can feel his hair when he folds himself over you to kiss the side of your head. He's like wildfire spreading and growing. His anger and love are alike, red hot, uncontrollable, and consuming everything in its path to get what he wants. He doesn't care if he has to burn the world to the ground, he'd do it. Anything for you.

"Anything for you" he moans, losing himself in the pleasure of your cunt. You're more addicting than any drug he's tried, he'll be damned if you leave him again. "I'd do anything for you." He repeats, he drops the gun on the floor. His hands come to knead at your breasts, then traveling down to the fat of your hips and one spreads on the soft of your tummy.

He knows you, he knows you so well because he's pushing down on your stomach. He swears he's so far deep inside of you, can't you feel it? Tell him how deep he is, how big he is. Oh fuck, you're so good, so hot, and so perfect for him.

"Gonna cum inside of you." he breathes, his hips slamming down on in a sloppy pace, you cringe when you can hear how wet you are with each smack of his hips.

"Gonna get you pregnant, you'll never fuckin' leave me." his hand wraps around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest, he loves seeing your tits bounce and you realize the pleasure bubbling in the deepest part of your stomach, you're panting, crying, pleading for him or against him. You don't know anymore.

All you can say is "Sanzu,Sanzu, please, fuck-" He changes the angle of his thrusts, the ones that make you dizzy and stupid and your eyes roll back into your skull.

"Haruchiyo!" you whine, finally reaching your own euphoria as Sanzu paints your insides white. You shriek at how hot he feels inside of you, you let him slowly finish riding his high inside of you. Each thrust overstimulates you both, he comes down to kiss you.

"You're mine," he whispers, his lips pressing against your own.

He lets you climb onto your bed, watching you curl up into yourself as he joins you. The gun is back in his hand and you don't think you have any more tears to cry.

You let him position you how he wants, his cock stirring back to life when he sees his cum seep out of your cunt. He cocks it this time, the safety is off and you feel panic rise in your chest.

"Can't let this go to waste." He smiles, using the barrel to collect his seed and stuff it back inside of you.

"You'll be so pretty, my love." His eyes never leave you and you swear he starts crying.

You wonder about your date, you want to apologize to him.

After all, he is a nice guy.

[veampa]

mello smut hc’s?

Yesss:D i love mello, hes baby girl (dead serious.) also i got two other requests (not on mello but i am doing them soon! just thought id mention) Character(s)- Mello (Mihael Keehl) gender neutral

WARNINGS IN TAGS Mdni!!!

Mello gives me switch vibes (leaning dom) and it really just depends on how he’s feeling, though I don't think he'd sub as much as he'd dom much due to wanting to be in control.

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He whimpers (subbing or not he whimpers.)

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The type to kiss your neck and face all lovingly and then rail the shit out of you.

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Hair pulling is a must, whether it’s you or him!!!

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Mix of praising and degrading.

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Has fucked you in matts car and recorded the entire thing.

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Doggy style and and cowgirl is a must!!

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Is into rougher kinks like Asphyxiation (never gotten to the point where you passed out), hair pulling, gun play.

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Type of guy to fuck you any time he’s angry. (You’re fucked:p), does not matter who he’s mad at, you’ll be a pliant fuck doll for him, wont you?

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Big on marking you!!, he’s possessive and will take ANY chance he gets to leave hickeys all over your pretty neck, he’ll even let you leave one or two of your pretty marks on his collar,He is desperate for you to leave lipstick marks over his shaft (if you wear lipstick).

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Soooo sweet on your first time!!! Holding your hand the entire time, asking every few minutes if you’re okay, kissing your neck softly, praising you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

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He finds using his gloves on you arousing, jerking you off, fingering you, spanking you, choking you and whatever else he can do with them he will!! He just LOVES the way your juices coat his gloves.

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Big on recording and taking pictures of the moment, your hickey covered body, your cunt/dick leaking with cum, your hole(s) stretched from his hand, his seed soaked all over you, toys stuffed on your sensitive parts.

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7 inches, more girthy with a small vein running on the underside, slightly curved downwards, the tip only slightly pink.

[carelessflower]

mafia gang leader alec

The cold barrel rested against Alec's cheek, trailing down to his gasping lips. "Now suck." Magnus nudged his gun forward.

@magnus-the-maqnificent @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @dustandducks @pocketoffeels @cam-ryt @cityofdownwardspirals

[rottiens]

missing writing gun play with toji 😞 i don't remember the last time i wrote it and i also don't remember the last time i read something like it and i need it in my blood. he's just made for it

[zorosdimples]

toji fucking you with the barrel of his gun…………………

[s4no]

A ,C, D nsfw alphabet levi ackerman please

[ a ]: aftercare - what is he like after sex? he's the most relaxed you've ever seen him. his characteristic scowl is missing as he goes about cleaning up, no furrow in his brow and with a slight upward tilt of the corners of his lips. oftentimes, he draws you a bath and soaps you up, cleaning the sweat off your expended body. lithe fingers scrape against your scalp as he washes your hair, and he'll even run a brush through it and blow it dry.

[ c ]: cum - where does he like to cum? levi doesn't like messes but there is one exception. when it comes to sex, the messier, the better. he loves painting your face with his cum and watching it drip down onto your tits. the way you eagerly lick it off your lips drives him wild.

[ d ]: dark content - does he partake in anything that would be considered dc? yes, sir. levi once said that nothing instills discipline like pain and he lives by that saying. he doesn't tolerate your attitude and he uses a variety of methods to ensure you receive due punishment for your behavior. whether that's by fucking you with his gun, spanking you until your ass is bruised, or overstimulating you to the point of tears— he will make sure you learn your lesson.

nsfw alphabet (closed)

[gothghostiie]

What if you were like a member of STARS during Arklay. And Albert always had his eyes on you but couldn’t really act on his desires or the lingering glances you gave your captain. And then instead of Jill/Chris walking in on him with the Tyrant, it’s you. And now that he has you completely at his mercy he decides to indulge himself, telling you that if you really want to survive the night, you’ll be silent and strip for him. And the gun pressed to your head paired with the bulge pressed to your crotch makes his intentions clear.

cw: dubcon, gunplay, brief mention of gun fucking

he forces you to sit in his lap, gun to your head while he watches you strip down, knowing exactly how good you feel and how excited you are, despite how scared you're acting. makes you turn around for him, eyeing every inch of your body. tells you to bend over and spread yourself for him, under tears you do :(

you can feel his gloved hands on your hole, forcing themselves inside you and dont you dare protest - his fingers are replaced by the gun, the cold metal making you clenche. you cant hide your moans, especially when he finally pulls you back into his lap - right onto his cock.

you cry out as the bends your body into a full on Nelson, fucking up into you while your little body aches, yet you feel so fucking good, cumming all around his cock while he takes what he wanted and what you wanted him to take :((

[dottores]

gun play with haruchiyo except im fucking his throat with my gun instead

[saetoru]

dont ask me how this fic turned from mutual pining to gun play i have no clue

[unleashedgal]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42556002

YALL

We just hit 1k hits on this fic! Hell yes! Thank you to everyone who clicked and read this,I'm only going to get worse from there!

[s4no]

U R P - sanzu haruchiyo ?

[ u ]: underwear - what type of lingerie is his favorite? pink cotton. (more here)

[ r ]: risk factor - does he take risks when it comes to sex? 1000% yes. the riskier the sex, the better. semi-public sex where someone could notice at any moment? beautiful. rawdogging you and then cumming inside? amazing. fucking you with the barrel of his loaded gun? exquisite.

[ p ]: position - what’s his favorite sex position? prone bone. (more here)

nsfw alphabet