♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,070
The first time you realized you were different, you were eight years old.
Your classmate had shoved you down during recess, the sting of gravel biting into your palms, tiny rivers of red threading through scraped skin. You should’ve cried. Should’ve screamed. Should’ve gone running to the teacher, a wail of injustice trembling on your lips.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you stared at your own blood, transfixed by the sting, by the heat pooling low in your stomach. It didn’t hurt the way you thought it should. It didn’t burn, didn’t ache—not in the way you’d seen on other kids’ faces when they fell and skinned their knees. No, this was something else, something deeper. It coiled around your ribs, settled in your bones, whispered to you in a language you wouldn’t understand for years.
Now you do.
Masochist.
Not the soft kind. Not the playful, safe-word-riddled fantasy people read about in their cheap romance novels. You crave something filthier. Something that strips you down, shatters you, molds you into something new in the hands of someone stronger, crueler, meaner than you. You crave humiliation, the sick thrill of being used, the feeling of being nothing more than a body, a plaything, a helpless, desperate thing waiting to be ruined.
But no one would ever know.
Your face is blank. Your voice is flat. People mistake your silence for apathy, for distance, never realizing that, beneath it, something writhes, something dark and unspeakable. You never let it slip. Never let anyone see the way your breath catches at a sharp tone, the way your pulse quickens when someone grips your wrist just a little too tightly.
Until him.
Your bully. Your nightmare. The monster who haunts your every step.
He’s everything you should fear—tall, broad, with a reputation that makes people lower their gazes when he walks by. A graduating senior with nothing to lose and a penchant for making your life hell. He doesn’t just torment you; he fixates. You don’t know why. You don’t know what he sees in you that makes him so relentless, so cruel.
“You got that dead-fish look again.”
His voice scrapes down your spine, dragging you back to the present. You blink up at him, caged between his arms, his body a wall of heat and malice.
“Aw, don’t tell me you like it?”
Your stomach twists. He doesn’t know. He can’t know. You force your face to remain blank, your voice steady. “Like what?”
His grin widens. “Getting bullied.”
Your breath stutters. His eyes catch it. His fingers twitch, as if he wants to grab you right then and there. He always sees too much. Always knows too well.
His hands slam against the wall beside your head, bracketing you in. You should shrink away. Should try to push past him. But you don’t.
“You’re annoying.”
He hums, head tilting, considering you. Then, suddenly, he grabs your chin, his grip just shy of bruising, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“And you’re a little liar.”
Something inside you fractures.
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You should’ve known better than to let him get you alone.
The party is loud, suffocating. You hadn’t wanted to come, but your roommate had insisted. And now you’re here, trapped in a stranger’s bedroom, the bass of the music downstairs rattling through the floor, your breath shallow as he looms over you.
He’s drunk. Not sloppy, not swaying—no, this is worse. This is the kind of drunk that makes him more dangerous, more unfiltered. More him.
“You ever wonder why I fuck with you so much?” he muses, stepping closer, backing you toward the mattress. “Why I always have to remind you where you stand?”
Your throat tightens. “I don’t care.”
He clicks his tongue. “Yeah? Then why are you shaking?”
His fingers graze your arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. You try to shove him away, but he catches your wrist easily, twisting it behind your back, pulling you against his chest.
Your stomach clenches. He’s so much bigger. So much stronger. The scent of him—smoke, sweat, something darker, something male—fills your lungs, makes your head light, makes your pulse race.
He dips his head, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me to stop.”
You should. You should shove him, slap him, scream.
But you don’t.
His grip tightens. His other hand slides under your shirt, fingers dragging over the bare skin of your waist, pressing, kneading, claiming. “See?” His voice is thick with satisfaction. “You like this.”
Your face burns. “I don’t—”
He shoves you onto the bed, forcing you down, your face against the mattress. “Liar.”
Your breath stutters. Your hands claw at the sheets, but he’s already on you, his weight pressing you down, his hands wrenching your legs apart.
“You always act so tough,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “Always act like you don’t care. But this—” his palm cracks against your ass, sharp and loud, making you jolt—“this is what you really want, isn’t it?”
You bite down on your lip, mortification curling hot in your stomach. He’s so cruel, so demeaning, spitting out each word like it’s something disgusting, something filthy.
And yet, it only makes you burn hotter.
Then he’s pressing in, thick, unrelenting, stretching you wide. A sharp gasp tears from your throat, your body tensing, struggling to take him.
He groans, his hands clamping down on your hips. “Fuck—you were made for this.”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He’s too deep, too thick, stuffing you full in a way that feels impossible. You can barely breathe, your walls clenching helplessly around him.
“You feel that?” His voice is rough, almost slurred with pleasure. “How you’re sucking me in? Fucking desperate.”
Your nails dig into the sheets. Shame burns at your throat, at the way your body betrays you.
He laughs, low and mean, rutting into you harder. “Gonna fuck that dead-fish look right off your face.”
Your mouth falls open, a choked noise escaping. He’s relentless, his thrusts brutal, using you like a toy, like a thing made for him.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, his pace turning frantic. “Make sure you never forget who you fucking belong to.”
And the worst part?
You want it.
You want it so badly it makes your head spin, makes your body tremble, makes you break apart completely under him.
You were always meant to be his.
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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.
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Ace Attorney: N/A
Arcane: N/A
Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi
Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Katsuki Bakugo
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: N/A
Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa
DC: Damian Wayne
Dishonored Series: N/A
Genshin Impact: Childe, Scaramouche
Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Yūji Terushima
Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna
Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan
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, Dust! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell! Papyrus, Underfell! Sans, Undertale! Chara
Wuthering Waves: Scar
Your Throne: N/A
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