Your thighs were shaking and your back was arched. You tremble as his movements continue above you. He was everywhere, moaning on your ear, one hand caged yours in a tight grip, thighs spread apart in a filthy way that makes shame crawl up your spine and in your veins.
"So good baby, you're being so good f'me" He whispered in your ear as if they were lover's tune of praise. But it was far from it. Your bully was holding you spread open like a pretzel as he rammed his thick cock in you. He angled his hips in a way that he hit that sweet spongy spot every.single time. Which made your eyes roll back in pleasure, albeit your aversion.
You were sprawled across the sofa in the living room. He came barging in and demanding that you spend some time with him. And after much needed discipline (that's what he convinced himself) he has you folded in half on your bed. Sometime between your making out, he moved you to your room and plopped you on the bed
And now you're here an hour later, with him still rutting in you. Your unwilling walls clamp down on his dick, wetness gushing and pooling around you. At this point you don't even remember how many times the orgasm was forced out of you. By his fingers, with his mouth his dick etc etc he was taking his sweet time thrusting in and out of your, making you feel every single drag of his cock against your walls. It was torturous
Your vision is blurry by your tears that won't stop no matter how much you try. Well being raped doesn't put you in a laughing mood either.
The thing about this whole situation was, he was being so...gentle. His voice was soft and he never talked harshly with you. But even after that you're sure you didn't ask for this.
"Oh wow baby..." Chuckle "look at how your cute cunny is swallowing my dick up...." He reached down to thumb your clit, making you thrash even more. You could feel the dreaded coil forming in your gut. You gripped his shoulders and bit his biceps trying to fight back in every way you can. How cute he thought
There's no way you'd get out of this.
He adjusted your legs on his forearms, your hips elevated slightly above the mattress. This was the perfect angle. His started thrusting again and this time, he wasn't taking his sweet time. His thrusts were strong and his stroked were long. You were screaming, crying and choking all at the same time. You were so overstimulated that it hurted. There was some soreness in your thighs
He looks down at where you guys are connected and groans at the fat of your glistening pussy lips being stretched around his cock, a white ring formed on his base
He looked up at your face to see you're completely out of it. With your eyes rolled back and your fists clenched in the sheets
He loved seeing you like this. All ruined because of him and only him. Your body went taut and the familiar, unwanted feeling of coil being snapped makes your body violently shake. He upped the speed of his thumb on your clit and grinded his hips deep in you, fucking you through the orgasm
All that could leave your lips were whines and cries of "too much!!" "Please no more!!"
He cooed at your expression of unwanted pleasure. He never halted his ministrations and continued fucking you. You were thrashing, trying to get on your hands and knees to crawl away from him but ofc, he won't let that happen. He tuts at you as if you were an disobedient child and places a hand on you abdomen, halting your movements
His thrusts grew erratic while your walls were clenching around him, effectively milking him. Your bouncing tits, crying face, your cunt was the reason that his balls tighten up, flooding and stuffing your cunt with his hot, warm cum. He fucked himself through his orgasm, making sure not even a single drop goes to waste
When i see âbambi!bunni!prey!bimbo!clumsy!petite! Innocent!reader! â without her â master!non-con!dark fic!hunter!experienced!whorish!( insert character ) â so i genuinely slime her out
Been getting really into the idea of bruising someoneâs cervix. Railing them so hard the pressure makes it feel like theyâre going to explode. Them losing their composure more and more every time my tip drives home. Shifting their organs around with my cock. Tenderizing them from the inside out. Pain making them writhe as I grip their hips and hold them almost all the way down my length. Closing their legs to try to stop me from forcing in the last inch. Me doing it anyway. Their writhing turning to shaking and screaming.
Starting out as âyouâre way too big for meâ and ending up as âwhy the fuck did you do that, that was awful. Youâre still way too big, fucking hell. I donât wanna do that again.â
Synopsis: You were happily married to your husband, Toji. You two had two kids, and life was perfect. That is, until you decided to start dinner early, and you found a gun in the cabinet. You decided to send your kids to your mothers to talk to Toji. Only, it doesn't go as you planned
Content Warning: Non-con, begging, crying, gun play, non-con, pussy eating, breath-play, choking the reader unconscious, pet name (Doll), piv, reader gets fucked with the gun, degrading praise, non-con!!!
Now Playing ---- Closer By Nine Inch Nails
a/n: Hey guys... So quick heads up, if you didn't read the synopsis, or the content warning, or see the poll I posted, this story is really dark and possibly triggering to a lot of readers. It was a little difficult to write, but the poll I posted came up to 50/50, so I'm taking a chance, and hopefully this doesn't bite me in the ass afterwards. But please read this with a lot of caution in mind. Anyways, this is not proofread, and comment đ« if you wanna be in a taglist for Toji. Enjoy! xx
You never knew your husband was into some shady stuff for work. I mean, did he work at odd hours, coming home soaked in something, but assuring you that he was fine and needed a shower. But when you found a handgun in the bottom kitchen cabinet, you were angry and confused. You sent the kids to your mother's house and awaited Tojiâs inevitable arrival home. When he walked through the door, his muscles flexed before relaxing. âA fucking gun, Toji?!â His body tensed upon hearing your voice from the darkness, before relaxing once he registered that it belonged to you.Â
âWhatâre you talking about, Doll?â He asked, slipping off his shoes and putting on his house slippers before dragging his feet along the hardwood floors. You threw the gun at his feet, forcing him to stop. âWhy is there a fucking gun in the kitchen cabinet?! And the bottom one at that? What if Megumi or Satoko found it?â You shouted, the mere thought of them playing with a gun and it accidentally going off; it made your heart sink. âWell then, good thing you found it, yeah?â Toji said, picking up the gun, checking it for any damage before walking further into the house, as if there was nothing wrong with having guns around a very adventurous four-year-old and a seven-year-old.
âYou donât see the problem with this?!â You shouted as you stormed after him. You were fucking fuming at how nonchalant he was being about the situation. Toji shrugged before saying, âNot really. I mean, the kids are safe and healthy last I checked, so whatâs the problem with a gun in the house?â âWhat if the kids found it? Started playing with it, and one of them got hurt?â Toji groaned. âDoll, I work for some fucked up people. People who will come in guns blazing with no regard for you or the kids. So the gun stays, non negotiable.â You scoffed. âI canât fucking believe this. Iâm going to my mothers. I canât-â Toji grabbed you by the neck, pulling you closer to him, practically giving you whiplash. âYouâre not going anywhere, Doll. I mean I had a hard day at work, havenât seen you and youâre getting pissy over a gun that the kids didnât find. Hell, the gunâs been there since we moved in last year. Now please, relax and give me a kissâ
You were silent, but he could tell you were angry as you tried to get out of his grasp and he only threw you onto the bed as he took his shirt off. You slid off the bed and tried to exit the room again, but Toji pushed you back onto the bed, straddling your hips, keeping you on the bed. âToji, stop it. Iâm not fucking you right now and Iâm going to my motherâs for the weekend.â He laughed, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. âIâd love to see how you do that. I havenât seen my wife in a week and you want to run off to your motherâs over a fucking hypothetical? Iâve been stuck in a hotel with another dude. Couldnât even jerk off to the pretty pictures that I take of you.â Your brows furrowed. âYou take pictures of me after we have sex so you can jerk off to them?!â You began fighting him, not knowing what else to do. Although, it was pointless. The man was twice your size and too much strength for you to fight him off of you.
 Trying to get yourself free, when suddenly his large, rough and calloused hands wrapped around your throat, choking you and his other hand pressed the gun to your head, keeping you still.
Your throat burned and you were helpless under him. Toji finally let go, and you coughed, hard, trying to pull any amount of air back into your lungs. Toji pulled the rest of his clothes off, before taking off your pajama pants and he climbed back onto the bed, prying your legs apart and slinging them over his shoulders. âAll you need is a little attention, yeah? Pussy missed me so much itâs making you crazy, Dollâ You tried to squirm and get away, but he put the gun down, his hands kept you firmly in place. âNo, Toji. Stop it-â You said and he dragged his big wet tongue all over your pretty cotton panties.
âStay still, pretty.â Toji said, pulling your panties to the side before taking your clit into his mouth, causing your back to arch as you tried to fight him off once again, but his large hands reminded you how much bigger and stronger than you he was. Your heels dug into his back, trying to push him away, but he continued to hold you down, continuing his assault on your poor clit. You whined, eventually stopping to attempt an escape and giving up on your futile attempts to escape.Â
Toji smirked before saying âFinally. Let me do what I need to do, Doll.â He buried his face into your cunt, watching as you tried to act as though it didnât feel good, but Toji was confident in his abilities to make you come over and over again with just his tongue. After all, because he was good with his tongue, that was one of the reasons you married and had kids with him. Soft whimpers and pleads left your lips as Toji held you down, his hand itching for the gun once more.Â
He reached up, grabbing the gun. Your body tensed and he smiled, tapping the barrel of the gun against your saliva soaked pussy. You jumped before saying âStop. Whatâre you doing?!â Toji didnât respond, still sucking feverishly at your clit. He dragged the cold metal along the inside of your thigh and down to the outside of your leg, leaving a mixture of your unwanted arousal and his spit along your right thigh. His left handâs pointer and middle finger slipped into you, stuffing a third in not longer after.Â
Tears brewed in your eyes and you groaned, trying to stop the assault. The gun came from the outside of your thigh and Toji pulled away from your clit and pulled his fingers out before prodding the barrel of the gun at your hole. Your eyes widened and you shook your head, but he kept you in place. He began to work the tip of the gun into your pussy. You sobbed loudly at the intrusion, the indents in the metal scrapped against the inside of your pussy, causing you to cry out with every small thrust.
Toji pressed the gun deeper into your cunt, watching your pussy stretch, trying to accommodate the intrusion. Soft sobs and hiccups left your lips as Toji continued to work the gun deeper inside of you. His hands finally stilled and you were so grateful for it, still sobbing. âToji- please!â A creepy smile plastered on his face and you watched in horror as he clicked the safety off, the sound causing your ears to ring.Â
Your eyes opened wide, still crying and trying to get away. âAh-ah.â Toji said, his finger twitching on the trigger. âCome on now you wouldnât want me to accidentally pull the trigger? It might hurt. But what do I know, right? I donât have female anatomy.â You choked back a sob, trying your hardest not to make any sudden movement when Toji whistles loudly. âYou sure youâre not enjoying yourself? I mean youâve already coated the gun in a pretty ring of your cream and you're leaking down to my wrist.â
Toji pulled the gun out, watching your pussy gape as you whimpered and you writhe. âGood girl.â Toji said, gently rubbing the barrel of the gun on your clit. You jumped as you rocked your hips against the warm metal. âI thought you didnât want this. Youâre rubbing your clit against the gun.â You scoff, rolling your eyes. âS-shut up. Itâs not even loaded-â A loud bang and your ears rang, causing you to pause. There was a hole in the decorative pillow next to your head.
Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly and Toji smirked. âYou still think itâs not loaded?â He pressed the hot metal into your mouth, the gunpowder leaving a foul taste in your mouth. Still hyperventilating, Toji pressed his cock into your cunt, groaning at the resistance. âYouâre still so fucking tight. Even after I tried to stretch you out a little with the gun.â You whimpered around the gun, your eyes completely shut.Â
âCome on. You donât even wanna look at your husband? Show me some love, Doll. I havenât seen you or this pussy in a whole week.â You shook your head and the gun was pulled from your mouth, covered in your unwanted arousal and saliva and he pressed the tip underneath your chin; the gun clicked again. âSafetyâs off again, Doll.â You quickly open your eyes, looking at him through the tears that threatened to spill. âThere she is. Oh how I missed you, Doll.â You whimpered, closing your eyes again before forcing yourself to open them again.Â
âGood girl. I didnât even have to force you.â Toji laughed, his hips thrusting deep into your messy pussy, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips. You whimpered, a loud sob leaving your lips and Toji groaned. âCome on, Doll. Youâre making my dick soft with all that cryinâ. Why donât you give me a big pretty smile?â You whimpered, your back arching. You couldnât be close to an orgasm. Not with him pointing a gun under your jaw and his cock bullying your cervix; you canât be.Â
âIs my whore wife close? Her messy cunt wants to cream all over my cock?â You let out a sob and Tojiâs free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing you tight. Your well manicured nails clawed at his arm, trying to get him to let go of you. But the more you struggled, the more his big hand tightened around your throat and restricted your breathing.Â
âToâŠ.ji please!â You whimpered through strangled breaths. âShhh. Let me take care of your needy pussy. Mâkay?â You clawed at his biceps leaving red scratch marks against his skin and he hissed, tossing the gun off of the bed. Both of his hands wrapped around your throat. Your vision began to blur; you couldnât tell if it was from tears or the lack of oxygen, but Toji was relentlessly pounding into your pussy, listening to your soft mewls and the lewd noises from between your legs. You didnât know what was happening.Â
âT-toji!â He smiled. âThat's all you can say? Beg for me to stop when your cunt is so fucking greedy and you need me to tend to her. What kind of husband would I be if I didnât take care of your needs?â You sobbed and he smiled as he watched you grow weaker and weaker from his grip. Your cunt spasmed around Tojiâs cock and he smiled. âGo ahead. Make a fucking mess of my cock and cum while I use your pussy the way I wanna.âÂ
Your back arched and you came hard, your head fuzzy and you felt yourself slowly losing consciousness. You tried to fight it, but Tojiâs hips snapping hard against yours, his finger gripping your neck hard enough to leave bruises. âGonna cum deep inside your pretty pussy and get you pregnant again. Watch you waddle around the house, your breasts so full. Holy shit, Iâm going to cum inside of you.â Your hands began to shake and your body convulsed trying to use what little power you had left before you came hard again, back to back, the overstimulation driving you insane. Then, it went dark.
You blacked out.
You woke up, your thighs sticky and your entire body was sore with pain. The feathers from the pillow were all over the bed and floor. You whimpered as you tried to sit up, but Tojiâs firm hands were on your thighs, keeping you laying on your back. You looked between your legs and all you could see was Toji devouring your cunt with no kind of restraint. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp and it only left you weaker than before and Toji chuckled into your pussy.
âCome on now, Doll. Relax. Iâm trying to clean up my mess. Be a good girl and stay still for me, okay?â
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You were tight on money, desperate, and willing to do anything to gain some sort of financial stabilityâto be able to pay rent, bills, groceries, and to afford to spoil yourself, just a bit, just to keep going. So, you willingly signed up to become a sort of test subject for a research facility.
This company focused on a coalition between humans and monsters, trying to gain an understanding of how they lived, how they reacted to certain things, etc. These sorts of facilities paid a lot of money to willing participants and the one you signed up for paid even more, considering it focused on the non-humanoid monstersâmuch more volatile than the monsters with consciousness and intelligence.
You werenât sure what you would be doing; the contract was very vague in that aspect, but they had assured you that you wouldnât be harmedâsafety guaranteed at all timesâand on the off chance you were somehow harmed, you would be heavily compensated atop of the pay you would already receive for participating.
So when the day came, you were nervous, sure, but the thought of the money steeled you. At first, they didnât have you do much; they asked questions about your medical history, fears, and phobias, along with some oddly personal questions about your cycle and fertility.
After that, they prescribe you some pills you take twice a day and note your reactions and symptoms. They ran tests on you, determining if you were a suitable test subject. For what exactly? You donât know; they were all very secretive about it, assuring you itâs just standard procedure.
You felt uneasy but couldnât really do anything about it; besides, the contract had assured you wouldnât be harmed. You could only hope that would be the case.
It was about a couple of weeks in that they finally gave you your first assignment. They hadnât told you much, just that this monster was known to keep to itself, not showing interest in its surroundings nor in any human being (either a scientist or another like you) that attempted to interact with it.
Aside from that snippet of information, they hadnât told you anything else regarding it; they hadnât told you what kind of monster it was nor what to do once you entered the room it resided in. No instructions just fake assurances of safety.
Were you scared? Oh, definitely. Prepared? Not at all. But you entered anyway. The door slid shut behind you with a hiss and cameras in the corners watched your every moveâstill, expectant.
It didnât take you long to notice it. Itâs a slithering, writhing thing kept in the middle of the bland white room, trapped inside a large glass cylinder.
You were too far away to fully make out what it was, thinking this room was oddly spacious for a lone monster. You made no move to get closer to it, just stood in front of the door for a moment, curious and afraid.
âSo, what do I do now?â you mumbled, glancing at the cameras as if it would give you some kind of answer. Only silence followed your faint question.
You hesitantly began to make your way toward it, observing as it perked up at your presenceâsquirming and shifting with interest, pressing up against the glass. Given your closer look, it was easy to place a name to the monster (monsters?). You werenât sure what you expected, but it wasnât quite this.
It was tentacles.
A tangle of tentacles, so intertwined you couldnât tell where it began, far too many to count. You tilted your head with an inquisitive hum, staring at the intricacy of its form. Suckers trailed along the bottom of its many arms, sticking and clinging to the tempered glass. The base of its tentacles was about the size of your arm, just a bit bigger.
It didnât seem aggressive, just curious, if anything. Which surprised you, considering they had told you of its reluctance to interact with anyone. You tentatively touched the glass, in a sort of awe from the creature. Youâve never encountered a monster before this. It reacted to your tentative touch with a type of eagerness, expanding its reach all over its cage as if searching for a way out while others stayed pressed against the glass.
The glass was thick and air-tight; you were sure it would be fine, wouldnât be able to get through or slip between any cracks. At least you hoped, but heaviness in your chest told you otherwise. A crackle of a speaker startled you, a monotone voice following after.
âYou may exit the room now; you have done enough for now,â they stated.
Already? That was far too quick and easy.
You heard faint voices in the background. A different voice was faintly heard, quiet, hushed. ââŠnoâŠlet itâŠopenâŠââ before it fizzled out.
You blinked, a bit puzzled, before retracting your hand from the glass. The tentacles stilled their search before trying to chase after the muted warmth of your touch, but, unfortunately for it, the glass enclosure was doing its job.
You walked away, sparing the monster a second glance before speeding to get out there, something in your gut telling you to leave quickly. You were about to reach the door (ready to get paid and move on to your next, hopefully, just as easy assignment), but an audible hiss of something opening echoed throughout the room, and it definitely was not the door you had come through earlier.
Terror washed over you, heart beating loudly in your chest. You turned your head to peer at the dread behind you and found your fear had come true.
The monster was free.
A plethora of emotions rooted you in place, freezing you in horror as you watched it stretch out its tentacles in its newfound freedom. The glint of the cameras in the corners of the room caught your eye, they steered toward you from their positionsâwatching, waiting.
At that moment, the tentacles shot toward you, and you booked it, gunning it to the door. You slammed your hand over the scanner, but it didnât open. You tried and tried again, growing more panicked, more frantic, yet it still didnât open.
âNo, no, no,â you try and try again, but the same robotic voice keeps repeating, almost mocking. âLet me out! Damn it, open the door!â
Something wrapped around your waist before yanking you back; you scream. It wasted no time in enveloping you in its slimy hold, tentacles slithering around your limbs.
You struggle, trying to kick it off you and slip out of its hold, but it just tightens its grip and ties your wrists together. It's wet and slimy against your skin, seeping through your clothes. It begins to secrete a fluid, dissolving the fabric of your clothes with it.
You curse, thoughts a jumbled mess as you continue to squirm and struggle. It pays no mind to your resistance, feeling up your now freed breasts, nipples perked from the cold air. It fondles you, using its suckers to pull and tug at them even with your pleas to stop.
More tentacles pry your legs apart, dissolving your bottoms, snaking to the heat of your pussy. It slips past your folds and finds your clit, pinching and tweaking it until itâs throbbing and puffy. You bite back unwanted moans, disgusted at the pulsing of your cunt and the pleasure it brings.
It continues to play with you, rubbing and caressing your cunt until itâs dripping with need. It's not long before one plunges itself into your pussy, slamming deep inside you without warning.
A cry leaves your lips as it stretches you open mercilessly with its girth, wriggling and writhing, its tip kissing your cervix. You canât help the choked moans and whimpers that escape you while it thrusts in and out of you, your silken walls fluttering around it.
Another one slides to your ass, almost tentative, before pushing in with its lubricant mixed with your juices. It begins to pump in and out of you almost immediately; its pace is cruel and harsh, breasts bouncing from each forceful thrust.
You could feel every inch of itâcolumns of suckers and ribbed shafts stuffing you in both of your tight wet holes, legs trembling from the pleasure or brutality of it.
Your cries for help fall on deaf ears, the camera silent and watchingâwatching as you get ruthlessly fucked by unfeeling tentacles. The one playing with your clit, uses its suckers to make you cum against your will.
You hate how good this feels, hate how your body quivers and shakes, hate how the scientists just sit there and watch through their fucking cameras. You sob when another one enters your cunt, not stopping its onslaught for one second.
Then you feel itâsomething hard pushing further into you, a stark contrast to the soft texture of the monster. The tentacles inside you push more out before slipping out; for a moment, you think thatâs the end; maybe itâll let you go.
The thoughts vanish from your mind when more tentacles take their places, wasting no time and pounding away at your stretched holes. You pant and whimper, your body burning hot from the pleasure, tears running down your cheeks. Itâs useless to fight, to call for help, so you relent and let it use you, hoping itâll be over soon.
The heat coils in your belly, pulling it taut before snapping once more; your moans are unrestrained as the tentacles continue to fuck you senseless, only to stop once they finish forcing more eggs inside you.
The slimy creatures pop out, and even more take their place, seemingly not stopping until every one of them stuffs you full with their eggs. Youâve never cum so much in your life, and by the seventh round, you pass out.
When you wake upâmind hazy, body sore and spentâyouâre laying on a metal table, scientists inspecting your gaping holes, jotting down notes, and muttering observations. Youâre absolutely filled to the brim with eggs, some even leaking out of you.
They give you no warning when they start manually extracting them from you, plunging their fingers deep into you and taking them out. Youâre too exhausted to stop the breathy moans that escape you, one of them hitting your G-stop and making you cum. Which, fortunately (for them), makes it easier to extract the ones in your cunt. The ones in your ass are a whole other story, harder but manageable.
They hold such serious expressions as they do this as if it doesnât affect them at all, but the growing bulges in their pants arenât hard to miss, nor is the scent of their arousal.
Some discreetly press their thighs together as their pussies drip with need, and others silently palm their erections, thinking you wonât notice. They continue, enjoying your unrelenting moans and whines a bit too much.
Youâre panting by the time theyâre done, successfully taken them all out. If you werenât so drained, you would be mortified at how youâre spread out before them, a puddle of your cum on the table (and you think you saw some of them taste it). Utterly exhausted, you slip into unconsciousness once more.
They have you do that whole debacle once a week, getting generously paid each time. Was it utterly humiliating the first couple of times? Yes. But over time, youâve come to enjoy it, all of itâgetting fucked viciously by a hoard of tentacles, the scientists watching through their little cameras, and even the extraction of the eggs as they finger you in the name of "science". Even after your contract ends, and you can live luxuriously for the rest of your life, you renew it (which they are happy to do) and get to do it all over again.
