#gunplay

[subspaceskater]

gunplay

ummm more vecrod. i like. them. (they are dolls its fine)

[dykeanthropedog]

Ugh. Yeah, I guess you can suck on the barrel of my Mossberg 500 while you hump my boot-- Ugh, no. Babygirl, its FINE. No, I'm not mad, I just-- I thought you said you wanted to try GunPLA and I was excited to build a gay robot, but I promise I'm having a good time.

[tauruspt]

Fuck yea - there is a heaven....

[effyslittleworld]

date idea: i go nonverbal for 3hrs and he tells me about his gun collection.

bullseye x fem!reader

the date, if it can even be called that was going pretty good. the two of you were in Dex's bed, his cramped apartment neat to the precise corner of the hinges that held his door together. he sat at the edge as you laid on your stomach, staring at him occasionally as he explained his guns to you.

"Ya see this?" he held the gun like two puzzle pieces meeting together in perfect sync, "It's a 380, auto caliber," he added, running a thumb over the barrels of the gun, almost in a reverent way. you noticed the way he touched the guns, it was almost the same way he touched you. maybe it said a lot about you, a quick and responsible thing who could kill anyone if he wanted you to. but you were not that thing, that's exactly why Dex loved you.

"This is a Hellcat," Dex continued on and on about his guns for what seemed like hours. the sun dimmed outside and the cold walls of the apartment embraced the two of them together.

"C'mere," he said with a small smirk, holding a gun in his hand, you frowned at him in a confused manner and he tapped your arm, signalling you to get up. you pushed yourself to sit up straight in his bed and get closer to him. "Hold it here," he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, another hand fixing the way your hand wrapped around the pistol, "Thumb out the trigger, put it here," his hot breath fanned your neck, "This is a 365, Sauer," his hand went to your lower back, fixing your posture, "Relax your shoulder and tighten your arms." and you did as he said, "Good.. Good. Now shoot."

you turned your head to look at him after he said that. the two of you were just in his apartment, there were personal belongings everywhere and not to mention, the walls were thin and his neighbours were.. nice people. "Don't look at me like that, darlin," a cocky smirk was plastered to his handsome face, brown hair perfectly tousled, "You are not a deer in the headlights, you're the stag. You're smart enough to know that." he whispered, hand resting on your waist now. "Hit that pan. Let me see if you're as good as me."

a deep sigh left your lips as you closed one of your eyes for better aim. the first shot missed by a lot, it barely went into the same direction. the second shot went near the pan, and the third only grazed it. you felt Dex's hand come to yours, moving it a little to position it elsewhere, "Shoot."

bullseye.

the shot went right through the pan. Dex smiled to himself, his charming crooked smile that took your heart. his hand took the gun from yours, trailing it up your arm and then your shoulder. the cold metal of the gun with the warm barrel of the fresh shot made you more nervous than you had ever been with him. you knew he would not hit you, but he was more than capable of doing it without a single thought.

"Take off your clothes."

[zeroducks-2]

just a quick sketch of spare time activities Dickie gets into 💙🖤

[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.

[vileknighthood]

talk about a loaded gun hahahahahahahahahahahhahhaaaaa

[tauruspt]