𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 977

You always knew your boss was a bastard. Condescending, meticulous, impossible to please—the kind of man who could turn a simple instruction into an unspoken command that slithered beneath your skin. He had a way of making you feel small, insignificant. And you thought that was the worst of it. You thought the worst he could do was make you dread stepping into work every morning.

You were so, so wrong.

Your wrists ache, bound behind your back with thick leather straps, each movement sending fresh waves of pain through your shoulders. The studio lights bear down on you, their heat pressing against your skin, a harsh contrast to the cool air that prickles over your exposed body. The camera lens watches, unblinking, merciless. And behind it—him.

His presence is suffocating. A looming shadow of power and control, a force that has stripped you of every last illusion of safety.

“Smile for the audience, slut.”

His voice is rich with amusement, velvety smooth, curling around you like smoke. A sharp tug on your hair wrenches your head back, forcing your gaze up, past the glare of the lights, past the suffocating sense of dread pooling in your stomach—until your eyes land on the monitor.

You wish you hadn’t looked.

You look wrecked. A stranger. Spit-slick lips parted around gasps of humiliation, glassy eyes wide and unfocused, a bloom of bruises already darkening against your skin. A broken doll, put on display.

He clicks his tongue, grip tightening in your hair. “No? Still so stubborn?” He tsks, shaking his head like a teacher disappointed in a disobedient student. “Guess I’ll have to beat some obedience into you.”

The first slap cracks through the air, sharp and sudden. Your head snaps to the side, pain blooming across your cheek like fire. You barely have time to gasp before his other hand finds your chin, forcing you to look up at him through the tears threatening to spill.

“You thought you were clever,” he muses, thumb dragging over your swollen lips. “Always running that mouth. Thought you were smart, didn’t you?” A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest, cruel and knowing. “Look at you now.”

He forces his fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, watching with sharp, predatory amusement as you gag. The taste of leather, bitter and foreign, spreads across your tongue. “You’ll learn soon enough. This mouth of yours—” he pushes deeper, watching as your throat works around his fingers, “—belongs to me now.”

The camera lens whirrs softly, zooming in, capturing every humiliating twitch of your throat, every flicker of resistance in your tear-drenched eyes.

You try to pull away. A mistake.

A sharp jerk yanks you forward, and then he’s there, thick and heavy against your parted lips, forcing himself past your teeth before you can so much as whimper. The intrusion is brutal, unrelenting, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gag, body convulsing, but he only hums in approval, hips rolling forward until your nose is flush against his skin.

The room tilts, a distant ringing in your ears. The heat of his body, the sheer force of him stretching you open—it’s overwhelming, consuming. Your throat spasms around him, but he doesn’t budge, doesn’t offer mercy. He holds you there, forcing you to take, to submit, until your vision swims with the threat of unconsciousness.

At the last second, he pulls back, a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips to the flushed head of his cock. You collapse forward, coughing, gasping, but the reprieve is fleeting.

He doesn’t give you time to recover.

Strong hands flip you onto your stomach, dragging you across the cool floor, positioning you like a doll to be played with. The camera shifts, refocusing. Capturing everything.

“Look at that.” His voice is warm, almost affectionate, as his fingers drag down the curve of your ass, spreading you open for the audience to see. “Already dripping for me. No wonder you’re so useless at work. Your body’s been desperate for this all along.”

You shake your head weakly, barely able to form the words, barely able to think past the overwhelming humiliation, the sheer terror coiling in your gut. But it doesn’t matter. Your denial means nothing to him.

A boot presses against the small of your back, keeping you pinned. Keeping you still.

“No, no,” he chides, rolling his hips against you, teasing the thick head of his cock against your entrance. “Stay right there.”

And then he’s inside.

The air leaves your lungs in a broken sob, your body arching, nails scraping helplessly against the floor as he forces himself deeper. There’s no warning, no preparation—just the brutal stretch of him splitting you open, pushing past every weak, trembling inch of resistance. Your walls clench, struggling to accommodate him, struggling to take, but he’s unyielding. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t let you adjust.

The camera zooms in, capturing every obscene detail: the way your body shudders with every thrust, the slick sheen glistening between your thighs, the way your stomach bulges from the sheer size of him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. “Tight little fuckdoll. You were made for this—made to take cock on stream like the cheap, brainless whore you are.”

Your nails scrape against the floor, grasping for something—anything—to anchor you, but there’s nothing. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run.

You feel it, then. The inevitability.

This is real.

The rhythmic slap of skin on skin fills the air, blending with your broken cries, the wet squelch of your ruined hole sucking him in greedily. He’s going to ruin you. Break you.

And everyone will see.

Everyone will know.

Because you’re his now.

His plaything.

His perfect little pet project.

And he’s going to make sure the whole world knows it.

♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks, Miles Edgeworth

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Hawks, Katsuki Bakugo, Villain! Midoriya Izuku

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: Light Yagami

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

Dishonored Series: Daud

Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Ayato Kamisato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Futakuchi Kenji, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, Tendō Satori, Tetsurou Kuroo, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Anaxa, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Jiaoqiu, Mr. Reca, Nanook, Sunday

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter: Ging Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Knov, Leorio Paradinight, Pariston Hill

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Duke Illuster Starbe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Kenjaku, Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Claude, Gusion, Suyou

MONSTER: Johan Liebert

Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Kakuzu, Madara Uchiha, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Amai Mask, Child Emperor, Stinger, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Error! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Undertale Chara, Undertale Frisk

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Brant, Scar

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

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