Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, gun play, dead dove, caleb is a walking red flag in this one, the gun goes WHERE???
An: So um… I’m obsessed with him, and I sincerely apologize for writing this.
No, you’re absolutely right. Sylus would never fuck you with his gun. He cherishes you, worships your body as if you’re a goddess who fell into his lap. He’s too weary of accidentally hurting you. He couldn’t fathom shoving an object of war inside your pretty little pussy, the most safest of places that he knows. It’s a blasphemous thought really.
but you know who would do that…
“C-caleb, th-that… oh my god… what are you doing-? Mmph! Shit,” you gasp and pant, looking down between your legs to marvel at the black weapon adorned with silver attachments sliding through your slick folds.
Caleb’s lilac eyes are on you, watching you from between your knees, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the confusion, fear, and arousal take precedent on your face.
This type of debauchery is only something you could take part in with someone you trust with your whole life. Caleb already knows all your secrets… What’s one more sick kink to add to his arsenal of blackmail?
“What’s the matter, pipsqueak? This is only such a small step up from my hand.” He taunts, raising his robotic arm up to give you a teasing wave.
His other hand is carefully dragging the handgun up and down, watching as you coat his gun in the most beautiful of shine. Truthfully, he’s considering doing this with all of his guns. He needs his pretty girl to christen all of his weapons. You know… for luck.
“Ah-!” you gasp and tense as you feel him aim the weapon right at your small bundle of nerves, applying a small amount of pressure before he skillfully maneuvers the gun in small circles.
Your hands are fisting at the sheets, slightly pulling at them as you try to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. He’s using a gun to bring you to the edge, and the worst part was you’ve never been this close to finishing so quickly before.
Your stomach tightens, and you’re on the cusp. Your legs try to clamp around Caleb’s arm and the gun, but his other hand presses to your knee and forces you to keep your legs open.
“Tsk. Come on. Let me see~ I wanna see you unravel on my gun,” his eyes are glimmering with mischief and perversion as he applies more pressure, and he flicks his wrist in tighter circles, pinpointing your pleasure center down with such ease.
“Fuck-! Caleb… I-“ you can’t even get the words out before you feel your body snap like a bowstring. Your pleasure ripples through your body in waves as your walls clench around nothing.
“What a pretty sight,” he murmurs proudly as he finally relieves some of the pressure. “I wanna see it happen again,” he proclaims, sliding the gun further down towards your entrance.
“Wait- You can’t be serious, C-caleb,” you choke out, squirming backwards on the bed away from the handgun being pointed towards your very core.
“Dead serious, pipsqueak,” he affirms as he gives you that cold gaze he’s mastered since becoming a colonel. “What? Don’t you trust me?”
He flips the gun upside down, tilting the handle towards your clit as the muzzle plugs your entrance.
Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you find yourself stilling for him. Some deep depraved part of you is just as enticed as it is repulsed.
“Look at you being such a good girl,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee before he slides the barrel of the gun inside you.
“O-oh!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed as you squeeze your eyes closed. The metal isn’t very cold anymore, and it’s adequately lubed with your arousal from earlier.
“Shh, shh.” he whispers as his hands slowly work the gun further inside you. His eyes are enamored with the sight of your puffy folds, happily swallowing his gun like the needy slut you are. “Feels good to let go, don’t it?”
You’re too focused on the feeling of his gun slowly sliding in and out of you. Your warm walls hug around the barrel. You’re completely baffled at how you’re getting so turned on from this. You should be scared out of your mind, but instead, your hips are rolling, trying to seek out more stimulation from the weapon.
“Sooo eager. God, you’re so beautiful,” his voice is husky as he whispers. He can feel the strain in his pants from his erection, but he’s not looking to relieve himself. This is all about you.
He tilts the handle of the gun upwards, pressing the butt of the handle against your small bundle of nerves. The angle of the gun making it possible to stimulate twice as much.
“Oh my— shit, Caleb!” you’re stumbling over words as your cunt flutters around the gun. You’re already close again.
“That’s right, pretty. Cum on my fucking gun. Come on. Give it to me,” he demands, gripping the gun tightly with one hand as he’s pumping it in and out quicker. The sound of metal clicking and squelching echoes in the room.
His face is twisted in pure concentration, and his muscles flex with each time he moves the gun inside you. His chain bouncing around his neck as he works you down.
Your body goes taut, and you lift your hips up off the bed. Your slick is gathered beneath you onto the sheets. You’re dripping.
Your ears begin to ring, and you shout his name as you squeeze around his gun. His hands become more methodical, pumping the gun leisurely with his hand.
You can hear him let out a low growl as he watches your pussy constrict. You’re such a pitiful thing — trying to milk his gun as if it could even give you anything.
You’re gasping for air as he slowly pulls the gun out of you. Its shiny metal was glistening in your slick. Caleb smirks to himself, knowing that every time he cleans it, he’s going to have to plunge it into you again.
“Messy girl,” he grins as he admires his weapon. He then slowly brings it up to his lips before his tongue lulls out, and he licks your juices straight off of his gun, savoring your taste.
“You’re sick,” you pant, unable to tear your eyes away from the downright pornographic sight.
“Says the one who just came on my gun like a psychopath.”
First date idea! We go out into the woods, I strip you of your clothes and belongings, then I give you a two minute head-start to run before I come and hunt you down with my rifle. Sounds good?
need to force a doll to instinctively rub their pretty cunt over the barrel of my gun whilst I'm holding it over their panties, just so when they get wet and start to whimper and whine I can mock them
"what you enjoy this slut?, no regard for your own life? you fucking dumb slut"
Hi! This's a request and I think it would be great if you did something like a popular guy x reader (I love this kind of dynamics and despite the reader being generally depicted as a loner/Unpopular guy in this kind of fics you could do as you like) or something with other kinds of power dynamics at play (Boss x employee?). Thanks for reading. (English it's not my first language, may had make some mistakes)
Russian Roulette | [ Yandere! Boss x Male! Reader ]
! MDNI !
pairing : yandere boss x male reader
content warning : DUB-CON, red flag character, omegaverse (omega bttm reader), gunplay, intoxication due to pheromones
author's note : hi requester! i'm not sure if you fw omegaverse, but i believe this satisfies the boss x employee and power dynamic trope you included in your request. i hope you like it!
ANOTHER NOTE, this is a re-work of an old post of mine! for context, i used to run a yandere x male reader blog about a year ago that i've long since deleted. it was discovered by an irl of mine since i foolishly used the same username i use in my personal socials which was completely my fault haha T-T anyways, if you do recognize the plot and work then hi!
requests/ask
omegas were a rare sight in the underground business. they were either used for trafficking business or used for pleasure among the members of the syndicate, a well-known group in the underworld.
you, however, managed to land a position within the syndicate with the help of someone you knew. he gave you a very specific warning beforehand; to never let anyone find out that you were an omega.
this made you think twice before taking the offer since it was basically a death wish.
but as the famous saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
you needed to pay off your father's debt and the opportunity was being offered to you like steak on a silver platter. it wasn't something you could easily say no to.
so you took on the job. you relied on suppressants, covered your scent with strong smelling perfume, and repeatedly convinced yourself that you were a beta.
after all, convincing yourself first was the key to maintaining a convincing lie.
to your surprise, your tactics worked surprisingly well. you ended up making everyone around you believe that you were a beta. this includes the jansen lazar himself, head of the syndicate, a dominant alpha.
however, you should’ve known not to let your guard down.
you’ve been carefully monitoring your heat cycle ever since you started working for jansen, so you were confident that you knew exactly when to take more pills than usual. but for the first time, you seemed to have miscalculated.
you were in the middle of briefing jansen over his schedule when you felt a sudden rise in your own temperature. before you knew it, you were on your knees in front of your worried boss, shaking violently as your senses heightened.
the cat was now out of the bag.
jansen furrowed his eyebrows in conflict, torn between getting angry at you for the deception or feeling delighted that you were an omega all along.
he had always harbored an interest towards you ever since you joined, and now he was being presented with an opportunity to explore this interest of his. though that didn't earn you an instant forgiveness for deceiving him.
“you..” jansen strode towards your hunched form, his hand shooting out to pull you up from the ground by your arm, grip tight enough to form a bruise.
he pressed you against his chest, leaning in to confirm his suspicions. the scent of an omega in heat. “you're an omega.” he hissed, grip around your arm tightening. it wasn't a question, it was a fact.
he restricted himself from pouncing on you, resisted the urge to fuck you right there on his table. he still needed to show you that you weren’t going to be let off lightly after deceiving him.
the next thing you know, papers were scattered all around you two after jansen threw you over his table, a revolver pointed right in between your half-lidded eyes.
“there's one bullet inside this revolver,” jansen lowered himself to whisper lowly against your ear. “ if i hear an answer i don’t like, i will pull the trigger. got it ?”
you could barely understand anything he was saying, but you nodded your head anyways.
“good. good boy.” jansen hummed in satisfaction, readjusting the gun on his grip.
he started to ask you several questions, but your current state hindered you from giving out actual answers. this frustrated him and he finally concluded that it wasn't the best idea to question you in the state you were in.
“look at you, you can barely form a sentence.” you looked so vulnerable under him, a stark contrast to the stoic facade you crafted under the guise of being a beta.
then an idea forms inside jansen’s head.
a mischievous smirk slowly made its way onto his lips. “do you want me to help?” he drew his finger close to the trigger, looking down at you with an expectant gaze, daring you to say no.
not that you could.
the scent he emitted was comforting, helping ease your heat minimally. desperate to ease the itch inside of you, you nod your head frantically and wrapped your arms around jansen’s neck to pull him closer which caught the man off guard.
‘click.’ he pressed the trigger with a soft click.
“i didn’t say you could touch me,” he says lowly, a warning in his voice. “wait for my permission.”
you nod, slowly removing your arms around his neck. jansen grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head in return, making sure that you couldn't touch him or yourself any time soon.
his lips moved to gently bite down on your earlobe, eliciting a small gasp from you. the tip of his nose trailed down to brush against your scent gland, brushing against your bare skin as he took a whiff of your scent. he couldn’t believe you managed to slip under his nose.
momentarily releasing your wrists, he threw your shirt over your head and threw it aside for you to find later after he's done with you. he then worked on unbuckling your belt, leaving you bare and ready for him.
he forcefully stuck two fingers into your mouth. “suck,” he ordered and you easily obeyed. your tongue wrapped around his fingers, coating it with your own saliva. as soon as he soon pulled out, a trail of saliva connected his fingertips and your lips.
despite feeling his own cock grow painfully hard at the sight of you, jansen was still generous enough to prepare you beforehand. he prods at your leaking entrance, slowly and carefully pushing his fingers in, using the moisture from your own saliva as lubricant.
though, it seems like he didn’t need to do as much, considering the amount of slick you were producing.
“so fucking tight,” he curled his fingers, making you see stars the moment they hit the right spot. "loosen up a little."
soon enough, he pulled his fingers out after deciding that you were ready to take on his size. your hole was practically begging to be filled with something bigger than his fingers.
jansen turned you on your stomach, arching your back so that your ass was on full display for him. the sound of belt unbuckling reached your ears, and before you could take a deep breath to prepare yourself, he drives himself all the way inside which elicited a loud moan from you.
‘click.’ another click, an empty slot.
“lower your voice. do you want others to hear?” he taunted, although there was no malice in his tone. he was hoping you'd let yourself get heard.
he continued his thrusts at a constant pace, gradually increasing. your hands instinctively shoot up to cover your mouth to prevent any moan from slipping out, tears forming at the brim of your eyes.
jansen adjusted himself before driving his cock back inside of you, hitting all the right spots until you were practically twitching and moaning like a mess under him.
you wanted to cum, you couldn’t handle it anymore. your hand shoots out to wrap itself around your own cock and stroke it, hoping for some relief.
the sound of a loud click makes you freeze.
“what did i tell you?” jansen hissed. he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulled, forcing your head back.
“mh- sorr..y !” you gasped out, groaning in both pleasure and pain at the hand tugging at your hair.
a set of teeth dug themselves on your neck, hard enough to break skin. it snaps you out of your trance. you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you came, your load spilling all over the scattered papers on the desk.
bang!
the revolver went off with a loud bang, leaving a painful ringing sound in your ear. you slowly open your eyes, your whole body trembling in what seemed to be a mix of arousal and fear.
the bullet had lodged itself meters away from your head.
“i didn’t give you permission to cum,” he reminds you. the corner of his lips tugged up into a smirk as he noticed your fear-stained face. “you’re lucky we came at the same time.”
jansen pulled out of your hole, overflowing with his seed and trickling down your thigh.
you felt your whole body go limp against the table, knees buckling under you. your eyes were wide with fear, bare body trembling out of adrenaline after realizing that you almost faced death.
"holy shit," you shakily breathe out. your last words before your vision was enveloped by black dots until you eventually blacked out from shock and exhaustion.
