𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 852

You blink once. Twice. The haze of opium still burns behind your eyes like ash on the tongue, and the filth beneath your knees is warm—not from the room, not from the cheap velvet curtains fluttering in a breeze you can’t feel. It’s warm because of him.

He doesn’t smile. He never does.

He watches you, breathless and still as a blade before the strike, leaning in the doorway like he owns the rot around you. Because he does. This is his world. Every cracked tile, every moaning ghost trapped in the whorehouse walls—they’re his. Like you.

You try to speak, but there’s a gag in your mouth now. You don’t remember him putting it there. The last thing you remember is the look in his eyes—disgust and hunger, a butcher’s appraisal of meat. You remember the way he whispered your name like it didn’t belong to you.

“Look at you,” he mutters, voice gravel-dry and ice-cold. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

He doesn’t raise his voice. He never has to. When he moves, it’s not sound—it’s presence. The reek of iron, sweat, and blood comes before him like a herald. His sword clangs on the floor when he drops it beside your head, its edge glinting red with something that might not all be his.

“You wanted this,” he says, pulling off his gloves, slow and deliberate, each finger cracking free of leather like a death rattle. “Every time you looked at me like that. Like you thought I was gonna save you.”

He kneels behind you. His hands are on your hips. Bruising. Unforgiving. He forces your legs wider and spits on your back.

“You ain’t special. You ain’t worth anything but this. A fuckin’ hole to use. And I don’t forget what’s mine.”

There’s no preamble. He doesn’t warm you up, doesn’t give you a second to breathe. It’s pain first—blinding, ripping pain that splits you apart as he rams himself into you like he’s breaking down a door. And he keeps going. Again. Again. You scream, but the gag turns it into a wail the walls swallow.

The bed beneath you creaks with each brutal thrust, the stained sheets scraping your skin raw. He doesn’t care. The more you squirm, the harder he holds you down, one hand tangled in your hair, the other bruising your waist.

He leans forward, lips grazing your ear.

“S’this what you wanted? To be my fucktoy? My little cumdump in this ratshit brothel?”

You try to shake your head, but he yanks your face up, forcing you to look in the cracked mirror on the wall. You barely recognize yourself—tears, drool, blood, and something darker dripping down your thighs. And his face, right behind yours. Cold. Beautiful. Ruined.

“Look,” he growls. “Look at what you are. You see that? That’s a whore. That’s all you are to me.”

And he keeps going.

You lose track of time. You lose track of pain. It’s all drowned in the rhythm of him using you like he’s punishing you, like he’s taking out every demon he’s ever met on your skin. Sword-calloused hands leave cuts on your chest where he grabs you too hard. His teeth bite into your shoulder until you bleed.

Then he flips you over.

His hand wraps around your throat and slams you against the mattress. You claw at him, weakly, as he shoves himself back inside. The world tunnels into darkness as he chokes you, but the last thing you see is the look in his eyes—like he’s not even fucking you, just stabbing you with his cock like it’s another weapon. A tool.

You black out. And when you wake up, he’s still inside.

His fingers are in your mouth now, forcing you to taste your own blood.

“Keep cryin’, bitch,” he whispers. “I like it when you break.”

He uses your body like a battlefield—each thrust a war drum, each slap a strike. You’re not a person to him. You’re stats. XP. Loot. A flesh-doll to grind points on.

When he finally finishes, he doesn’t moan. He doesn’t soften. He just growls and pumps himself deeper, holding you down so tight your bones ache.

He pulls out, and you feel it—his come leaking out of you, hot and thick and wrong. He watches, expression unreadable, as it drips onto the floor like it never mattered. Like you never mattered.

Then he grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

“You’re mine,” he says, low and final, like a curse. “You belong to me. You’ll never leave. I’ll fuck the soul outta you every night until there’s nothin’ left.”

You try to nod, to survive. He slaps you.

“Don’t act like you get a choice. You don’t. I own you. I’ll carve my name into your cunt if I have to. You hear me?”

You do. You hear everything.

He stands. Lights a cigarette. Doesn’t look at you again.

“Clean yourself up,” he says, turning to leave. “Next time, I bring an audience.”

And the door shuts.

You’re left in the dark.

Bleeding. Broken. Owned.

Exactly how he wants you.

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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

Ace Attorney: Miles Edgeworth, Godot

Arcane: Silco, Viktor

Blue Lock: Rin Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: Light Yagami, Teru Mikami

Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa

DC: Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: Corvo Attano, Daud

Genshin Impact: Kaeya, Dainsleif, Scaramouche/Wanderer

Haikyuu!!: Ushijima Wakatoshi

Honkai Star Rail: Blade

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Kurapika, Chrollo Lucilfer

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A

Jujutsu Kaisen: Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro

Kill The Hero: Woojin Kim

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Alucard, Dyrroth

MONSTER: Johan Liebert, Roberto

Naruto Shippuden: Sasuke Uchiha

One Punch Man: Garou

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Mhin

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Dust! Sans, Horror! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Ink! Sans

Wuthering Waves: Calcharo

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

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♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I’d Burn the World.

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