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Rating: - Explicit

Archive Warning: - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: - F/M

Fandom: - Buckshot Roulette (Video Game)

Relationships: - The Dealer/Reader

The Dealer (Buckshot Roulette)/Reader

Character: - The Dealer (Buckshot Roulette)

Additional Tags: - Roulette - Freeform

Guns
Switch (Both)
Dom/sub
Smut
Porn With Plot
Sort Of
cigarette
Gun touching parts it shouldn’t
Vaginal Sex
Rough Sex
Begging
Handcuffs
Vaginal Fingering
Nicknames
cocky reader
But also a pathetic mess
Sort of held at gun point but not really

Language: English Stats:Published:2024-06-13Words:4,931Chapters:1/1Kudos:62Bookmarks:5Hits:713

Just a game

Vixfoz

Summary:

The thrill turned you on. But he seemed to turn you on even more.

Notes:

The start is sort of rushed (?). I guess I was eager to get to the good stuff.

I don’t even know why I wrote this… I watched gameplay of this game and then thought, “Huh, I wonder if there are fanfics of this guy.” And there were. They awakened something in me, a craving that itched to be scratched. So I did.

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The heavy bass of the music pulsed through your chest as you sat in a dimly lit room. Pure adrenaline coursed through you as you eagerly watched the shadowed figure draw back the waiver you had just sighed.

You had begun playing, and there was no going back now.

One live round. Two blanks. All were inserted in a random order. Three sharp clicks as they go into the shotgun’s chamber and the firearm is set before you. The monitor to your side flashed two lighting bolts indicating your lives.

You were up first.

With a steady hand, you aimed the gun at yourself, your finger poised on the trigger. Your eyes never left the figure, almost as if the gun wasn’t even there. His wide smile, brimming with an array of sharp teeth, did not waver at your first move.

“Brave one, aren’t you,” He said, his voice low and almost husky.

You pulled the trigger. Click.

Nothing. The weapon did not fire, the cylinder not rotating nor the hammer dropping, leaving nothing but an echo in the room. The shadowed figure cackled.

Unfazed, you held the gun, debating on who to aim it at now. It was now a 50/50 chance.

“Take your chances, and don’t waste any time. I have other players waiting,” He taunted with a large grin, his hollow eyes moving between you and the gun.

Your lip curled up slightly at the thought of a 50/50 chance, but you also felt the thrill at aiming it at him. You held the barrel of the gun aimed at yourself again, your eye twitching slightly as you noticed his hollow eyes narrowing slightly at you.

You pulled the trigger. Click. Another blank.

You cursed inwardly. If he noticed your frustration, he didn’t react.

It was your turn again, and you weren’t going to waste it. You aimed it at yourself to gauge his reaction. His grin widened slightly. But then you turned it around and aimed the gun straight at him, knowing it was a live round.

“Close your eyes, handsome~” You purred, pulling the trigger. He didn’t even have time to react.

Pop.

A sharp crack echoed in the room, the shotgun firing a shell as you hear the Dealer let out a pained gasp. All you could smell was a metallic scent and gunpowder as you lost sight of him.

“Damn brat,” He muttered through his teeth, reappearing from the shadows behind him, his head and hands visible once more. A few drops of pitch black blood had landed on the table, the monitor next to you displaying only one life left for him.

You gestured to the shotgun with a smirk, “Go ahead,” you said, leaning forward slightly.

The Dealer scowled at your cocky demeanour, his face crunching up in pain as he straightened up, leaning one hand against the table.

He loaded up the gun. One live and three blanks inserted in an unknown sequence.

Without hesitation, he aimed the gun directly at you. His grin widening as his finger pulled on the trigger slowly, as if trying to draw out a reaction from you. Your lip curled up into a smile as you waited for him to pull the trigger, your reaction taking him off guard slightly.

With the gun aimed at you, he pulled the trigger.

Click.

Your heart hammered as the shotgun didn’t fire again, only the awful sound from the trigger filled the room. The Dealer gave you a cold look, taking a second to compose himself.

“Looks like it’s your turn… sweetheart.” He grinned, passing you the gun. Despite feeling disappointed by it being a blank, you couldn’t help but feel your heart thrumming in your chest at the nickname.

One live, and two blanks remaining.

You held the gun, once again debating who to aim it at. “Isn’t this just so exciting? Is this why you do it?” You asked, a smirk playing on your lips.

He lets out a grim chuckle, as if amused by how willing you were to get yourself shot. That grin never seemed to leave his face. “You humans and your morbid excitement… even in the face of death.”

But that excitement is exactly what he feeds off of, and you are just adding fuel to the fire. He waited for you to fire the gun.

Your smirk grew into a confident grin as you aimed the gun yourself again. Your eyes glared at him, never unwavering for even a split second. “How many people get scared when they get close to death?” You asked.

“I lose count. Though I do enjoy breaking their foolish confidence. I hope yours doesn’t crack as easily, sweetheart.” He responded, his teeth glinting in the low light of the room. He spoke as if you’d ever crack. And that damn nickname. If you were to break, it would be because of that.

You glanced at his teeth momentarily, a slight shiver running down your spine. But not out of fear. “Well, I hope I don’t disappoint,”

With the barrel facing you, you pulled the trigger.

Click.

And yet again, you came close yet not enough. He gave you a cold glare.

“You are certainly… something.” He remarked.

He doesn’t know how to react to the fact that you had tried to shoot yourself so many times and still maintain a cocky demeanour. Especially the fact that each time you looked disappointed by a blank. Something strange about you had his interest.

The side of your lip twitched slightly. Why was it not firing at you?

One live, and one blank remained. It was still your turn.

You aimed the gun at yourself again, his grin wavering slightly. But then, like before, you redirected the gun to face him. He was now face to face with a 50/50 chance of being shot.

Your finger held onto the trigger, calculating your next move. You looked down at the table and saw a beer can, cigarettes and handcuffs.

“Put these on,” You demanded softly, your voice almost a purr. He was momentarily confused but obliged, letting you snap the handcuffs around his wrists. His grin wavered again, turning into an almost snarl as he glared at you.

“It’s another 50/50 chance. Do I take the chance and shoot myself, or pray that you get the hit?” You mused with a slight laugh, “But my god, you look good in handcuffs. Kind of makes me want to prolong this game.”

“Oh my…” He gave you a cold chuckle at your excitement and remark. “I know you won’t shoot yourself… too risky. And these handcuffs won’t save you. So, what are you planning?” He didn’t trust you. How can he? You had been nothing short of unpredictable, and that seemed to spur him on.

You aimed the gun at yourself. Surely, it had to be a live round. Your eyes switched between the handcuffs and his dead, cold eyes.

“Oh, but I love the risk, handsome,” You teased, before you pulled the trigger.

Click.

Yet again, no luck.

“What the f-?!” You cursed, inspecting the gun. This couldn’t be happening. But, now you knew it was a live round. With the gun still aimed at yourself you considered something.

“Take your time, sweet. The longer you take, the longer I get to look at you.” He purred, seemingly indulging in your strange behaviour. His cuffed hands pressed into the table as he leaned forward, wanting a better looking of you deep in thought.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, was he catching on the way to break you?

“I want you to take this turn,” You told him.

But he shook his head, “Can’t. Handcuffed, remember?” He said with a cocky tone.

You reached forward, unlocking his handcuffs.

“Hey. that’s against the ru-” He began, but you were quick to interject.

“What do you mean? I didn’t see any rule breaks, did you?” You teased with a smirk. “Go on, take your turn,”

He scowled but accepted the challenge. He would be an idiot to say he didn’t enjoy the thrill, enjoy the way you played the game. With a wide smirk, he pointed the gun at you. “Fine, if you wish.”

He pulled the trigger.

Pop.

And the weapon fired, a gunshot ringing out that echoed out, a crack like no other.

“Oh, would you look at that, sweetheart.” He said excitedly. His smile was inhuman as he let out a cold cackle.

You groaned as the bullet hit your chest, your blood spraying on the table. Yet, your smile did not falter. You got back in your seat, wiping the sprayed blood off your face.

“That was exciting,” You muttered, your voice steady despite the pain. Looking over to your side, you noticed that both of you now had one life left, and it felt like the game had only just begun.

He loaded the gun, this time both of you silently agreed to not know the number of blanks or live rounds. With confidence, he held the gun to himself, giving you an alluring grin.

“Confident, aren’t we?” You teased, raising your eyebrow.

“Always,” He replied. Even though he was unsure of the number of rounds, he pulled the trigger.

Click.

Nothing but the sound that mocked the death, and one that had kept many alive. It was a blank, and he seemed almost… disappointed. “Damn it,” He muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking towards you as he passed you the gun. “Your turn,” He said.

Your fingers wrapped around the gun. You could have easily taken a cigarette and replenished your lives… but where was the fun in that?

With a sadistic smile, you aimed the gun at yourself. But before you pulled the trigger, you lowered the weapon. Instead, you reached for your cigarettes, leaning across the table to crawl closer to him. Lighting the cigarette you watched his reaction change. He was completely taken by surprise.

You put the cigarette into his mouth, urging him to smoke it. Your movements were tantalising, and he couldn’t help but shudder slightly.

He shuddered as you gently gave him the cigarette. You kept breaking the rules, yet he kept allowing them to happen. He hesitated for a moment before inhaling deeply, the smoke swirling around both of you as he exhaled.

You were so close to him, and he could smell your sweet and tainted scent. You were driving him insane. He wanted more.

You moved back into your seat, your hand wrapping around the gun once again. You aimed it at yourself with hesitation and your finger remained on the trigger. You pushed the barrel up your chest, grazing past your breasts and up to your throat. The barrel was nestled between your soft breasts, and the sight made him weak.

His eyes followed, and he had to swallow hard at the sight.

At that moment, something changed in him. There was something in the glint of his eyes that seemed different.

Your finger hovered above the trigger, your smirk growing wider. “It’s such a thrill, isn’t it?” You purred.

“Don’t.” He muttered.

You raised an eyebrow, your finger pressing down on the trigger slightly, “What was that?” You asked.

He hesitated, almost in disbelief with himself over what he said. “Don’t do it.” He repeated, “Don’t you dare,” His voice got louder as he watched your finger poised on the trigger, threatening to pull at any second.

“Oh?” You mused, “Why not?”

“Stop it,” He demanded, his tone suddenly pleading. Something different ran across his features as he leaned forward, almost ready to rise. At that moment, you saw a crack in his usual facade, as if he was ready to pull the gun from you.

Your smirk widened, your finger still tight against the trigger.

“You’re playing with fire here, sweetheart.” He said, his tone pleading again. He wore an expression that was different to before; It was a strange look, a cold sort of anger that was so different from the usual cocky grin he had given other players.

Your finger tightened on the trigger a bit more, “Gonna have to handcuff me then.”

A look of slight horror crossed his eyes, looking down at the handcuffs on his side of the table. “You’ll be the death of me, doll.”

Oh, a new nickname. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say it turned you on more. He quickly grabbed the handcuffs and leaned forward. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, and your body involuntarily shuddered. With a swift motion, he cuffed your wrists. You could no longer make your move.

As he held the gun, he considered his options. He glanced over at you, at your flustered face; your slight lip bite; your breasts.

What was happening to him?

“I will have the final say, you know that right?” He said, as if reminding himself to maintain his composure.

You leaned closer, “Then show me what you’ve got, handsome,” You challenged.

His eyes narrowed, and his smirk turned into a snarl. A flicker of defiance crossed his features as he raised the fun, aiming it with a steady hand.

Click.

The sound echoed in the room, and the bullet flew past you and into the wall. You looked behind to see a gaping hole in the metal wall. He missed.

“You missed?! Don’t fuck with me,” You warned, your lip curling. You tried to grab the gun off him but couldn’t due to the handcuffs.

He met your gaze. “Playing hard to get, sweetheart.” He teased, his voice low.

Your frustration bubbled as you struggled against your restraints. “This isn’t a game,” You spat, heat rising to your cheeks.

He chuckled coldly, enjoying your frustration. A change to your usual stoic demeanour. “Isn’t it?” He responded, lowering the gun and setting it aside temporarily. He lifted a finger and urged you to come over to him.

Without hesitation, you moved closer to him. He leaned back in his chair, a silent invitation in his gesture as he patted his thigh.

You settled onto his lap, your hands still restrained in front of you.

“Why don’t we play like this, doll?” He asked, shifting a bit below you to get more comfortable. Despite the restraint, your usual cocky demeanour returned.

With a smirk you responded, “I like this idea,” You leaned closer to whisper in his ear, sending a jolt down his spine.

He picked up the gun and sat it between both of you. The bottom of it dug into your thighs, tantalising close to your pussy. You had to fight the urge to buck your hips against it, needing the friction as soon as possible.

He noticed the heat in your cheeks and he leaned the gun closer to you, the bottom of it caressing your thighs, “Look at you,” He muttered, his hot breath close to your skin, “You get off on this don’t you?”

You nodded, suddenly rendered shy. You balled your fists against your restraint, craving to grab onto him, onto anything. Good god, you were soaked already. You shifted yourself on his lap, and that’s when you felt it.

Not a gun, or a thigh. It was his throbbing cock beneath you; he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, leaving you looking like a pathetic mess instead.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased, his hand landing on your thigh with a slap before massaging your soft skin. His fingers dug into you almost possessively, as if he just wanted to break you.

He let out a guttural groan as he caressed your thigh roughly, leaving marks all over your skin. He pressed the barrel of the gun against your clothes, tugging on your shirt. “You’re quite the sight,” He murmured, his voice low as he drank in the sight before him.

Your breath hitched at the sensation, and you almost whined when the bottom of the gun grazed past your pussy.

“So eager, so responsive,” He murmured, his grin as wide as ever, his tongue darting out slightly as if he just wanted to devour your very being. Your brain felt foggy, you were drunk on the thrill, on the danger, on him.

A whimper escaped your lips as he shifted beneath you, his erection pressing harder against your core. The friction was almost unbearable, and you found yourself pushing back against him, desperate more for that delicious feeling.

You truly became a pathetic mess. And he loved it.

He chuckled darkly, noticing your eagerness. “Patience, sweetheart. The game is still on,” He whispered, his fingers now tracing circled on your inner thigh, inching even closer to where you needed him the most.

You tried to grab his wrist to hurry up but you were still restrained, the cold metal of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill out. The way you went from arrogant to this, was beyond you. You thought the thrill was enough, but you never thought you needed this.

Your body ached for his touch, for release, for the thrill. But he took his time, enjoying the torment.

Enjoying the game.

His hand finally slipped between your thighs and your skirt, and you gasped almost instantly. His fingers brushed against your slick pussy with your panties to the side. He hummed in approval, his touch sending electric jolts through your entire body, “So wet already, from the danger? From having a gun press against you?” He mused, sliding a finger inside you with agonising slowness, “You really are something else,”

You immediately bucked your hips against his hand, but he held you firmly in place. “Easy now,” he said, his tone commanding, “I decide when you get what you want, sweetheart.”

Your mind was a haze of need and frustration, every nerve ending on fire. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out at a teasingly slow pace, his thumb grazing your clit just enough to drive you mad.

“Please,” You finally managed to gasp, “Please, handsome… I need-”

He cut you off with a sharp squeeze to your thigh, “You’ll take what I give you, especially after you broke the rule numerous times,” He said, his voice like steel of a fun, “And you’ll thank me for it,”

With that, he increased the pace, his fingers moving faster, curling inside you just right. You gasped as he began to hit the sweet spot and a tantalising speed and thrust. Your hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts, and you could feel the tension building, coiling in the pit of your stomach.

Just when you thought you were about to reach your peak, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of you. You let out a cry of frustration, but he simply smirked, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth and licking them clean with his long tongue.

“Delicious,” He mused, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. He wanted to ravish you.

You panted, letting out a dissatisfied groan. Frustration coiled in your stomach, but his predatory glare held you captive on his lip.

“What happened to that arrogance, huh?” He teased, his fingers now playing with the hem of your top, silently wanting it gone.

You bit down on your lip, feeling pathetic. You went in hoping to win a simple game of roulette, silently getting off on the thrill. But now, with your hands bound, your pussy clenching on nothing, and his smirk so close to you, your whole demeanour was broken.

“I-” You began, but once again no words left your mouth.

With a flick of his wrist, your top was gone, leaving you exposed to the cold air and his gaze. His eyes roamed over your body, and you shivered under the intensity of his stare. His hand returned to your thigh, inching upward with deliberate slowness.

“Such a pretty thing, already broken just by sitting on my lap and being finger fucked,” He teased, hsi grin widening.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. His fingers resumed, sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance once more. You whimpered, your hips arching, desperate for more. Though you did wish you were bouncing on his cock instead-

“Please,” You begged, the word slipping out before you could stop it, “Please, I need you,”

He chuckled, a dark, velvety sound that sent goosebumps up your thighs. “Patience, sweetheart. New rule, if you maintain patience, then I’ll reward you. Second rule,” He leaned closer, “Do not cum until I tell you to,”

You moaned at his words, fuck. He knew exactly what you wanted. He continued pumping two fingers and eventually three into you, the gun resting on your shoulder to remind you of how dangerous he is. But that only spurred you on more.

His touch was relentless, driving you to the edge again and again, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving you trembling and needy. Pathetic.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked, his voice a low rumble that made your toes curl.

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your body trembling with the need for release. “Please…!”

He grinned, “Then earn it, ride my fingers, sweetheart.” He commanded.

You nodded frantically, your mind too clouded with desire to think of anything else. With another word you bounced on his fingers, wishing it was his dick instead. You noticed him bucking his hips slightly as if sharing that thought.

“That’s it,” He said, his thumb brushing over your clit in a way that made you see stars each time you closed your eyes. With that, you increased your pace, your bouncing picking up speed. You gasped and whined as you bounced in a way that his fingers pressed against the spot. He noticed this and he arched his hand in a way that each movement meant that your sweet spot was taken care of.

“Beg for it,” He instructed. With his other hand, he put his finger on the trigger and you almost melted at the sight. The danger increased as the barrel was just on the side of your face, meaning that one wrong move and it was all over for you. No amount of cigarettes would save you now.

Your pride battled with your need, but in the end, desire and need for him won out. “Please,” You begged, your voice husky, “Please let me cum,”

He chuckled. “Good girl.” He murmured, his fingers curling as you rode them. He watched you bounce on his fingers, the gun resting against you, and your pathetic noises - “Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!”

“Cum for me,” He commanded, his voice a seductive purr, “Now.”

With a cry, you obeyed, your body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling and shaking against him. You leaned forward and he quickly let go of the gun so as to not accidentally pull the trigger.

His hand wrapped around you as he allowed you to take a moment to collect yourself. He held you through it, his touch gentle, almost soothing as the tremors racked through your body.

“You’ve earned your reward,” He murmured, kissing your forehead. He then slowly removed your handcuffs, gently caressing the red skin underneath as if trying to soothe your soreness.

With a slight smirk you wrapped your arms around him and whispered into his ear, “Two can play that game,”

You quickly lowered your hands, putting his hands into the handcuffs now, taking him completely by surprise. With your high gone and your arousal still high, you needed his cock. You were hungry for it, and you were going to get it.

He hissed between his teeth and he did not expect you to do that. “Bold move,” He managed to growl with a hint of admiration for your action. He’d be lying if he didn’t say it turned him on more.

Your hand instantly fell down to tug on his trouser button. You could feel his arousal twitching at the sight of your hungry hands.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, doll.” He warned.

You smiled, “Exactly how I like it,” You countered. If he teased, you were going to tease back.

“You’re breaking my rules, I told you to remain patient and here you are, eager to have your way with me,” He said, almost amused.

You unbuttoned his trousers and pulled so that he was just in his boxers. His dick creating a large tent, he was massive… You swallowed hard; could it even fit?

“Haven’t you learned yet? I love breaking rules,” You whispered, sitting down on his still clothed erection. With a slow, deliberate motion, you began to grind against him, teasing him with the friction.

He groaned, his lips lifting involuntarily to meet your slow movements. The handcuffs rattled as he strained against them, aching to touch you, to take control once more. He wanted to dig his fingers into your hips as he took charge. But you held firm, reveling in the power you now had over him.

“Please,” He gasped, “Don’t tease me like that,”

You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “I thought you liked games.”

He growled, his grip on the handcuffs tightening, the metal clinking softly against his wrist. You loved the sound it made, the reminder that he could not do anything now.

His hips bucked, trying to find release. You continued to grind against him. The fabric of his boxers and his bulge rubbed against your sensitive heat.

His groans grew desperate, his muscles tensing as he fought against rhe restraints. “Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You smirked, relishing the effect you had on him. Oh how the tables have turned. “Immensely,” You admitted.

With your free hand, you teased the waistband of his boxers lower, revealing his throbbing cock straining against the fabric. You licked your lips at the sight of his so vulnerable and so aroused.

“Please,” He pleaded again, “Let me touch me. Remove this handcuffs,”

You shook your head with a smirk, “Not yet,” You murmured, “First… I want you to beg,”

He growled in response, his frustration growing thick. “Fuck, please, sweetheart,” he gasped, his hips bucking again, “Let me feel you, let me fill you with my cock, doll,”

Your grin widened. Slowly, very slowly, and tortuously, you eased yourself down onto him, your panties pulled to the side. You gritted your teeth as he spread you, almost breaking you. He was huge.

He let out a guttural moan, his head falling back as you began to move, riding him with controlled motions.

The handcuffs rattled again as he strained against them, his breathing ragged with need. “God… you’re going to be the death of me,” He groaned, his eyes locking onto yours.

His fingers craved your touch. His lips craved your skin. His cock craved his release.

“Harder,” He demanded, his voice rough. “I need to feel more of you,”

You obliged, picking up the pace. His hands clenched into fists, the muscles in his arms straining.

His gaze burned into you, “You feel so good, so fucking good,” He groaned.

You licked your lips when you leaned forward and removed his handcuffs, and oh, was that a mistake. He wrapped his arms around you, lifted you and shoved everything off the table in one swift movement before slamming you down onto the table. He hovered over you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gazed down at you in a predatory way.

“Wrong move,” He growled before pulling out and then thrusting with an intensity that rocked your very core.

The table creaked beneath you as he moved, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. Pleasure surged through you, so raw and oh so electric, as he claimed you completely. He leaned forward, sinking his sharp teeth into your supple skin.

You groaned at the new sensation.

“You’re mine,” He breathed against your neck, “All mine,”

His thrusts grew harder and faster with primal urgency. “Come for me,” He demanded, “Now. Follow the rules,” His rough voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You felt the coil in your stomach and soon enough your climax caught up with you, crashing over you in waves. He followed close behind, his own release fierce and unrelenting as he pulled out to spill all over your body.

He held himself above you, his arms beside you as his breathing was heavy and ragged. You lay there, spent and sated as you looked up at him.

He moved his hand to your face, moving the hair that stuck to your sweaty face and tucked it behind your ear in an unexpected gentle gesture. “You did so well,” He murmured.

You leaned into the touch, your body still jolting occasionally from the orgasm.

“Can I come back next week?” You asked, “I want to play this game again,”

He gave you a cold chuckle, “Sweetheart, come whenever you want. We can keep playing as long as you want.” He took a moment to catch his breath, “You’re mine now,” He said as he leaned down to claim your lips, his sharp teeth grazing your lip.

From that day on, you returned to play his ‘game’ over and over again.