#weapons kink

[the-cookie-monster-tm]

i just think will should have fucked Hannibal with the gun :/

[deadbeatbf69]

are guns very phallic or am I actually thinking too much…. hear me out….

[leatafandom]

Catch Me

Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives : Peter Lukas/ Elias Bouchard| Jonah Magnus

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,888

Warnings and Tags: Slaughter!Elias | Jonah, Hunt!Peter Lukas, gun play, knife play, blood kink, masochist Peter, sadist Elias, sadist Peter, weapon kink, bondage, fear play, fear kink, anal sex, rough sex, violent sex, rough kissing, blood, injuries, rope bondage, bottom Elias/top peter lukas, power bottom, biting, choking kink, breath play

Summary: Peter returns to London after a long hunt for an artefact per their agreement, only to return to a less than pleased and elusive Elias.

Originally written for @kinktober-2025 for the prompt(s): Gunplay and finished for @lonelyeyesweek prompt: Contract.

Author Note: Okay this was the one I intended to finish for today, cause this au got plotty haha. Slaughter!Elias won't leave me alone. I just love the idea of Jonah's anger and frustration of failing the watcher crown the first time round, then just murdering people and harvesting eyes over and over again just to replace them, building him up to be a marvellously stab happy bitchy little slaughter avatar… idk it greatly amuses me. What also greatly amuses me is Hunt!Peter with Slaughter!Elias, cause you know they have a good time.

Anywho, have some kinky bloody fun.

Happy Reading, I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️

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Catch Me

"Do you think it's funny?"

A shiver ran down his spine, feeling the chill of a barrel against the back of his neck. "Find what funny, dear?" He grinned at the cold metal pressed against him as Peter moved closer to him in the garden. "You might need to be more specific, been rather busy since you've been gone."

Peter released a laugh at that, making the other walk towards the house Elias had been staying in. "Making me chase you, track you? You were meant to meet me at the docks, go to the institute you abandoned. Wasn't there another part of your plan you wanted to discuss?"

"I never abandoned it," he corrected in a clipped, sharp tone. He didn't bother turning to try and see the man behind him as he walked towards the manor. "I simply outsource my involvement," he added stiffly. "But, no, I do not find it funny to have to make you hunt me just to ensure your attention." His eyes settled on the spade he had left by the shed with a wide grin as they walked closer to the countryside estate. "We were meant to meet weeks ago, but you were unreachable and forced me to take care of things myself. One of many things I've done myself in your absence, I might add."

"Oh my apologies, little leech," Peter laughed, not sounding the least bit sincere. "How dare I leave you to only your hand," his voice light and teasing as he pressed the cold metal harder against the top of Elias' spine. His eyes didn't leave the shorter man. Not trusting him for a moment as he kept his gun steadily on the other as they walked. "You were the one that sent me out. I found your artefact, by the way, kept my end of this deal up. That at least should brighten your bloody day."

"It does," Elias' grin stretched further. "Thank you for fetching it, darling." His eyes settled on the handle, the sound of drums filling his ears and pounding with his heartbeat. "Excellent job finding it and me."

"If I've done so well, are you going to give me a reward at long last?"

"Most certainly, darling," Elias hummed. "I have just thing to give you…"

In a blink, he shifted, the drums filling his ears and making him move faster than the well aimed bullet that grazed the side of his neck.

Peter cursed as Elias gripped the heavy spade, turning violently and swinging wide. His grin was full of sharp teeth as he landed a blow and knocked the gun from Peter's hand. His arms raised, red glinting his eyes, while Peter tried to grab another weapon from his coat. Elias smirked as a knife landed in his side just as the metal hit the back of the Hunt avatar's head. Elias released a heavy breath, groaning at the twist of the knife as it was pulled free from him when Peter fell backward at the hard blow.

He hummed, wiping the blood from his neck before his eyes went to his bleeding side. "Ow," his voice a sarcastic hiss as he glared at the groan that left Peter, blood matting his grey and blood-smattered hair. "How's that for a reward, darling?"

He chuckled a bit at Peter's dazed glare, swinging the spade so that it rested on his shoulder. He frowned down at him, pushing him into his back with a hard shove of his boot.

"Better than you deserve for taking so long to find me after finding my power's artefact," he bit out, lowering the spade once more and hitting Peter again, knowing exactly how fast the Hunt healed the man under his foot. "Insufferable."

He glared, watching as Peter stilled before finally moving from him, but not turning his back on the bleeding hunter. Elias hummed, keeping the spade close as he walked to pick up the gun and checking over it. The drums screamed within him at the weight of the weapon in his hand, wanting blood and pain and violence. His eyes rolled over the woods that surrounded the large cottage he had been riding out his bloodlust in, before looking back at the man that had filled him with rage. His heart beat with the want to hit him again and again until he saw his insides.

Elias' lips twitched, tongue clicking against the back of his teeth as he walked back to Peter's barely conscious form with a sneer.

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[cncleric]

And so what if I think about someone holding a weapon up under the left side of my jaw right in the soft part of the flesh several times a day? What's it to you? Maybe I wouldn't think about it so much if a hot person came up behind me and pushed their weapon into the underside of my head I'd think about it less.

[socks-pawn]

bit of a rare pair but might I request grian and wels? yes they have barely interacted. no that cannot stop me.

I feel like wels is a bottom ✋😌

[starkeristheendgame]

okay but peter with a gun kink

Eee, God. I love gun play so much. The world doesn't have enough gun/weapons kink fodder. I'm sorry this is so short, but my fics have been flopping lately and I couldn't motivate myself to make it longer. Thank you sm for this gorgeous prompt! ❤

TW: Gun kink | Weapons use

The boy looked a vision, on his knees with his head tipped back and his lower lip pushed down by the ivory coloured muzzle of his custom Glock G17. A bead of drool rolled over his lower lip and dripped onto the floor between his splayed thighs. Neither of them paid it any heed.

He thumbed off the safety with a soft click. The boy's pupils blew wide like fireworks and his breath hitched softly, even as he tipped his head back a fraction, pink, wet tongue slowly sliding against the gaping muzzle, tonguing the hole like it was a sweet, slick pussy.

He let his finger slide slowly down the grip of the gun, a careful caress that led to the smooth curve of the trigger. The boy's eyes dropped and tracked it, a soft whine slipping past his full mouth in his eagerness.

The boy trembled, but it was not with fear. His eyes were glassy, his lips dark and cherry-red where they'd been pursed around the gun. His cock was pretty and pink and straining upwards, leaking pearly droplets from the slit.

He lightly tapped the trigger. Once. Twice. Then he squeezed.

The gun fired off with a loud and sharp click, the sound competing with the violent, whorish moan the boy let out, honey-doe eyes rolling back, body stiffening like he'd just been plugged into a live wire.

His cock jerked just as prettily, spurting a fountain of opalescent fluid that splattered his own taut, flexing stomach like a work of art. The boy whimpered and trembled through it, thighs shaking with the effort of keeping him stable.

"One,"  he announced lowly, tracing the boy's lower lip with the gun as he slipped the magazine free and reached for another.

"I wonder if this is the loaded one?" he mused as though to himself as he slipped it into the chamber, adjusting the gun.

"Shall we find out?"

[swaggermcjagger]

Horror!sans tries to scare and intimidate Blue with his huge knife, but Blue, having a weapons kink and his own massive knife collection, is arouse

[socks-pawn]

He’s packing heat? I’d say jail but I think he can still fuck you there since he’s the sheriff lol

:3c He could fuck me in the county jail cell any day, hold a gun up to me. Jesus christ i need to shut up XD