𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. non-con + rape, BDSM, humiliation ; ♡ WC. 1,022

He never raises his voice. He never has to.

It’s a quiet authority, the kind that makes the air heavy, makes the world tilt, makes you feel like you’re walking a knife’s edge between your fragile autonomy and his complete control. A scholar of wisdom—detached, unreadable, an enigma of a man who speaks in calm, measured tones, who never shows a flicker of interest in anything mundane. People look at him and see a man free of earthly desires, a being above it all, someone too intelligent to care about the triviality of flesh.

They don’t know.

They don’t know that every cold, logical thought in that calculating mind of his is spent on you. Not the idealized version of you, not the perfect woman shaped from his own fantasies—no, just you. Your stubborn defiance, your irritating independence, the way you try so hard to act like you’re untouchable, free-willed. He likes that you think you have power. It makes it so much more satisfying when he reminds you that you have none.

“You’re insufferable.” He tells you that often. Right before he folds you over whatever surface is nearest. The desk, the dining table, the floor, your bed that he’s long since claimed as his own. “Arrogant little thing, thinking you can act out without consequences.”

Your wrists are pinned to your back, a single hand gripping them with bone-crushing strength. His other hand slides up the back of your thigh, lifting your dress inch by inch until there’s nothing left to cover you. You struggle, but it’s useless. You can’t budge, can’t so much as flinch without his permission. His palm is warm against your bare skin, an obscene contrast to the cold detachment on his face.

“You’re not very bright, are you?” His voice is soft, almost pitying. His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and tear them down with a single motion, leaving you bare beneath him. “No critical thinking skills at all. You had all the facts in front of you, and yet you still chose the losing option.”

Your stomach knots. You know what he’s talking about. You had tried, again, to escape. To run, to resist, to fight back. And like always, he had caught you. Effortlessly. As if you were nothing but a foolish little pet trying to break free of its leash.

He drags the pad of his thumb against your folds, humming when he feels the unwanted slickness there. “This is why women shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions. Look at you. You say no, you say you hate this, but your body disagrees. If you can’t even be honest with yourself, why should I take anything you say seriously?”

You want to spit at him. You want to claw at his perfect, unreadable face, to dig your nails into that smooth, unbothered expression and make him show something. Anything. But your limbs won’t move, not when he tightens his grip on you, not when his fingers slip inside with practiced ease, stretching you open for him.

“This is all you’re good for,” he murmurs, pushing in deep, curling his fingers just to watch the way your body betrays you. “Not thinking. Not resisting. Just being used.”

A choked sound rips from your throat when he pulls his fingers out and drags them up your stomach, your chest, until he presses them against your lips. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t wait for permission. He just forces them into your mouth, making you taste yourself, making you suck them clean like some pathetic, brainless little thing.

“Filthy,” he mutters. “No self-respect at all. If you had even a shred of dignity, you wouldn’t be dripping like this. But I suppose it’s pointless to expect something so basic from a woman.”

The words burn. You thrash against him, teeth bared, but he only clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“What are you fighting for?” His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your head back so you have no choice but to look at him. “Dignity? You lost that the moment you decided to defy me.”

He unbuckles his belt. Slow. Methodical. Because there’s no rush—there never is. He can take his time with you. He will take his time with you.

You don’t even get a second to brace yourself before he thrusts in, bottoming out in a single, brutal motion. It hurts—of course it does. You’re slick, but he’s too big, too thick, and he doesn’t care. He never cares.

The sharp cry you let out only makes him exhale in satisfaction.

“That’s more like it,” he says, voice still maddeningly calm. “See? This is how things should be. No protests, no backtalk. Just you, taking me like you were made for it.”

His hips snap forward, setting a brutal pace. He fucks like he does everything else—methodically, efficiently, with the sole goal of making you understand your place. Every thrust drives the breath from your lungs, forces you to take him, to mold around him.

“Good girl.” The words are a mockery. He isn’t praising you. He’s reminding you. “This is all you are. A tight little fucktoy. Something to be used, to be filled, to be kept. Not some independent thinker. Not someone with opinions that matter.”

Tears sting at your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You refuse to give him that satisfaction.

Not that it matters. He likes when you fight it. He likes watching you struggle with the inevitable.

“You can cry if you want,” he tells you, fingers digging bruises into your hips. “It won’t change anything. You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”

He presses down on your stomach, hard, making you feel just how deep he is. His smirk is barely there, almost imperceptible, but you can hear it in his voice. “I wonder how long it’ll take before your body stops fighting and starts begging.”

Your response is nothing but a ragged sob as he fucks you through the ache, through the humiliation, through the undeniable, unbearable pleasure that he’s forcing on you. He chuckles—quiet, satisfied.

“Not long, I think.”

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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks, Miles Edgeworth

Arcane: Viktor

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Toya Todoroki, Shouto Todoroki

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: Light Yagami

Demon Slayer: Doma, Giyu Tomioka, Muzan Kibutsuji, Rui, Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Dishonored Series: Anton Sokolov, Daud, The Outsider

Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Xiao, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Akira Kunimi, Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kei Tsukishima, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Anaxa, Aventurine, Blade, Mr. Reca, Fallen! Phainon, Mydei, Nanook, Villain! Sunday

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Ging Freecss, Illumi Zoldyck, Kalluto Zoldyck, Shalnark

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Cruel Hardt, Duke Illuster Starbe, Eduardo Deserte, Nemeseus

Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto

Kill The Hero: Kim Woo-Jin, Park Yong-Wan, Se Jun-Lee

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Gusion, Granger, Julian, Ling, Xavier

MONSTER: Johan Liebert

Naruto Shippuden: Hashirama Senju, Itachi Uchiha, Kabuto Yakushi, Kisame Hoshigaki, Madara Uchiha, Nagato Uzumaki, Tobirama Senju

One Punch Man: Atomic Samurai, Bang, Boros, Garou, Genos, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Mhin

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Error! Sans, Ink! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Undertale Chara

Wuthering Waves: Geshu Lin, Jiyan, Xiangli Yao

Your Throne: N/A

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