hi. this is not my ej shibari thing. but. it’s hotter. and sexier. and also i keep procrastinating the shibari so i’m sorry.
tw: gunplay, power play, dom/sub dynamics, allusions to public sex, slight (very slight) finger sucking?, mention of clicking the safety off (the gun isn’t loaded), voyeurism, slight humiliation kink if you squint? gender neutral reader
bro…. deepthroating hoodie’s gun… wrapping your lips around the muzzle… licking the bottom of it while looking up at him… taking the barrel into your mouth…. sucking it like you would his cock… he moans just from the sight, as if you’re actually taking him into your mouth and not his unloaded weapon… but omfg it’s so hot and erotic because you’re slobbering all over the barrel and he’s thrusting it in and out of your mouth, making you gag on it as he pushes it further into your mouth, his fingers on the trigger. he won’t pull the trigger, of course. it’s not even loaded. the safety’s on, for gods’ sake! but still. the trust is hotter than what you’re both doing. but the way his finger’s in your mouth alongside the gun? it has you moaning louder. someone’s going to hear. neither of you care because you’re both too lost in the euphoria of the lewdness. and when you hear that little click? feel his thumb apply a bit more pressure to the back side of the gun? that’s when your eyes shoot open, fear striking down your body. you tense and he laughs. he laughs in your face, using his free hand to swipe away a tear you didn’t even know was forming.
“you’re okay, baby…” he coos, his voice low and mocking. he’s making fun of you.
he watches you swallow around the barrel of the gun and nod slowly, looking all pretty and submissive, just for him. he can’t wait to break you even more. but for now he’ll settle for watching you gag around the barrel of his favourite gun.
and when you two are finished? believe that he’s snapping a picture of the gun beside your fucked out face, all covered in your drool. next mission, he won’t even clean it. it’ll be dry, so what’s the point he’d shrug, smirking at you. it’s his little good luck charm, and you make it even luckier.
