♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 863
The sound of combat boots against the cold, concrete floor is deafening. Each step measured, a heavy footfall that echoes through the sterile air, reverberating in your chest. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the slow, deliberate approach of something inevitable. Like a predator closing in on wounded prey.
The room is dark. Dim, flickering light from an overhead fixture barely illuminates the sheer size of them. Massive bodies draped in fatigues, built like war machines—broad shoulders, thick arms, battle-worn hands. You can feel them watching, lingering in the shadows like specters, their silence more damning than words. They don’t need to speak. Their presence alone strips you of any illusion of control.
And then there’s him.
Towering. Monolithic. A force of nature rather than a man. His uniform strains against his size, thick veins pulsing down the length of his forearms as he peels off his gloves, finger by finger, each movement slow, meticulous—like he’s savoring the moment. His hands are massive, rough, scarred—meant for breaking, meant for war. And now, meant for you.
A gloved hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so hard your scalp burns, your throat exposed to the cool air. You can’t see his face—not really. Just a shadowed silhouette, eyes that gleam like a predator’s in the dark.
“Look at you.” His voice is a thick, accented growl, Russian deep and rough, like gravel scraped across metal. The words drip with amusement, but there’s no warmth. Only cruelty. “So small. Fragile. How do you survive like this, hm? Pathetic.”
The air shifts—he’s closer now, heat radiating from his massive frame, suffocating in its intensity. A single hand spans your entire waist as he lifts you with effortless strength, manhandling you like a doll, throwing you onto the cold metal table. The impact knocks the air from your lungs, but before you can suck in a breath, you feel it—fabric tearing, ripped away like it was never meant to be there in the first place.
A pathetic sound leaves you—somewhere between a whimper and a gasp—but it only makes him chuckle, a deep, guttural rumble that vibrates through his chest.
“Shivering already?” His fingers trace the goosebumps across your bare skin, deceptively gentle. “Tch. Poor thing. You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
The others don’t move. They don’t intervene. They just watch, their faces unreadable, their silence absolute. There is no sympathy here. No mercy. Just cold, military precision.
And then you feel it.
The heat of him—pressed against your inner thigh, thick, hard, impossibly big. A slow, grinding roll of his hips smears slick precum against your skin, the sheer size of it making your stomach clench with something primal, something terrifying.
“You should see yourself, kroshka.” His hand wraps around your throat, fingers flexing just enough to feel the way your pulse flutters against his palm. “Trembling. Helpless. What is it? Hm? Too big for you?”
A broken sound escapes you, but it’s swallowed by the sharp intake of breath as he presses down on your stomach, mapping out your body like it belongs to him. When his grip shifts lower, spreading you apart with no care for your protests, there’s no buildup, no warning. Just the blunt, swollen head of his cock grinding against you, forcing you open, inch by merciless inch.
The stretch is unbearable. Your body resists, clenches down so tight it drags a low groan from him, something dark and primal. He doesn’t care. He forces it in anyway, splitting you open around the thick length of him, carving himself into you without hesitation. Pain blooms, a white-hot flare that leaves you gasping, shaking, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the unforgiving steel beneath you.
“Good girl.” His voice is thick with satisfaction, tinged with mockery. “Feel that? That’s a real man inside you.”
His hips snap forward, brutal, knocking the breath from your lungs. The metal beneath you groans with each thrust, each devastating drag of his cock splitting you open further, molding your insides to his size. A heavy hand presses against your stomach, his grip firm, possessive.
“Look at that.” He chuckles, pressing down just enough to feel himself bulging inside you. “I can see myself in you, kroshka. You were made for this, da?”
Tears blur your vision, spill down your cheeks, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, it only makes him crueler. His hand fists in your hair again, wrenching your head back so he can murmur against your ear, voice thick with amusement.
“Crying already?” He tuts, shaking his head. “So weak. What am I to do with such a fragile little thing?”
Every thrust is punishing, relentless. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, drowning out your ragged, choked sobs. Your body shakes with the force of it, muscles trembling, nerves raw from the overwhelming stretch of him. He doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. Not until he’s had his fill, not until he’s wrung every last sound from your throat, not until he’s made you take everything he has to give.
“You will thank me when I’m done,” he growls, a promise, a threat. “I will make sure of it.”
♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.
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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks
Arcane: Jayce
Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi
Boku no Hero Academia: Endeavor
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: N/A
Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa
DC: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne
Dishonored Series: N/A
Genshin Impact: Childe
Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsurou Kuroo
Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill, Nanook
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
Jujutsu Kaisen: Ryōmen Sukuna
Kill The Hero: N/A
Love and Deepspace: N/A
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A
MONSTER: N/A
Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi
One Punch Man: Suiryu
Reverend Insanity: N/A
TOUCHSTARVED: Vere
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Undertale Chara
Wuthering Waves: Brant, Scar
Your Throne: N/A
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