♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,012
The gun is cold against your skin. Metal pressed where flesh should be, unforgiving and sharp-edged, biting into that tender place between your legs. His knuckles are scarred and calloused as he grips the weapon’s handle, and you can feel the faint hum of death lingering in its hollow barrel. He’s used it before—many times, on many people. Blood has been spilled across its length, soaking into the steel like a whispered promise. Now, it’s yours.
“You feel that?” His voice is low, gravelly—a bullet scraping the chamber, a knife against bone. He pushes it deeper, inch by inch, and your breath stutters. There’s no warmth in his gaze, only that unyielding, merciless stare that’s dissected a thousand lives and found them all wanting. To him, you’re just another body. Another obstacle to conquer, another experience point to grind down until there’s nothing left but red and ruin.
Your hips are pinned under his weight, thighs forced apart by his knees, and there’s no softness to his touch. Fingers dig into your jaw, wrenching your head back so your eyes are locked on his. That smirk—sharp, predatory—flashes across his face as he twists the weapon inside you, scraping along flesh with all the care of someone handling a broken tool.
“You know, you’re not even worth the bullets,” he sneers, and there’s laughter in his eyes, dark and unrepentant. “But this? This suits you just fine.”
He jerks the gun back, nearly out, before shoving it back in, harder this time. Your body spasms, nerves fraying under the relentless pressure, but his hand never wavers. There’s rhythm in his cruelty, a methodical pace that feels like clockwork—a winding of springs and gears, a measured dismantling of everything you are.
You choke on a gasp, nails clawing at his forearm, but he only shoves you back harder, pinning your wrists above your head with a single, crushing hand. The metal digs deeper, scalding cold and unyielding, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Keep squirming. I like it when you fight.”
There’s no pause for mercy, no flicker of hesitation. He grinds the weapon inside you, and the pain is white-hot, searing through your veins. His eyes glitter with something primal, something unholy, as if watching you unravel is just another line of code, another quest marker on his path to dominance.
He doesn’t stop—not until your body is trembling, muscles locking and releasing with every brutal thrust of that steel barrel. Not until you’ve gone limp beneath him, breath ragged and eyes glazed with the kind of agony that lingers, claws its way through your veins and nestles there. Even then, he waits—keeps the gun buried inside you, a monument to his control.
The handle grinds painfully against your clit each time he twists it, the grip’s harsh texture scraping against swollen flesh. His hand flexes, testing the weight, his thumb brushing over the trigger with casual indifference. You can’t breathe—you can’t think. The cold bite of metal inside you is sharp, stretching you wide around its merciless frame, pushing deeper than anything organic could. He doesn’t care if it hurts; he doesn’t care if it bleeds.
“Maybe I should pull the trigger,” he murmurs, eyes dark and calculating, watching your expression flicker between terror and disbelief. His grin widens. “Would you scream for me then?”
The implication sinks in, and he thrusts the gun harder, wringing out a sob from your lips. Your body jerks, spine arching under the onslaught, but his grip remains steady, firm—unyielding. Every movement is deliberate, every grind of metal inside you another mark against your sanity. His thumb taps the trigger lightly, like he’s considering it, like he’s weighing the value of your life in experience points and bloodshed.
He laughs when you whimper, the sound low and guttural. “That’s it. I knew you had more in you,” he purrs, voice thick with something darker than lust—something ravenous. His free hand grips your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. “It’s cute when you think you can handle it. Like you’re not already mine. Like I couldn’t just—”
He jerks the gun, scraping against raw flesh, and you cry out, body thrashing instinctively beneath him. His hand tightens around your throat, silencing any noise that might escape. There’s nothing gentle in his touch, nothing remotely human in the way he uses you, metal stretching and filling, scraping and bruising. You’re nothing more than a vessel—a conquest. Another point on his ledger of dominance.
He pushes deeper, forcing your legs wider, and the gun’s barrel grinds inside you, unyielding and cruel. His eyes never leave yours, drinking in every flinch, every gasp, every ragged breath you struggle to take. “Maybe I’ll leave it there,” he muses, fingers digging into your thighs, nails scraping skin. “Make you walk around with it still inside. Let you remember who owns you every time you take a step.”
The thought lingers, settling like rot in your stomach. He presses the muzzle deeper, twisting it with deliberate cruelty, and you feel every jagged inch of its intrusion. He watches you fall apart with that same glimmer of satisfaction, that same predatory gleam that says he’s already thinking of the next level, the next conquest, the next piece of you he can carve away and claim as his own.
And as the pressure builds, as the cold, unyielding metal brands itself into your flesh, you realize he’s not stopping—not until there’s nothing left but the echo of steel and the memory of his hands branding your skin.
Time blurs. You can’t remember how long he’s been at it—only the sharpness of steel, the bruising weight of his body pinning yours down. His hand leaves your throat just long enough to adjust your hips, yanking you closer so the angle shifts, and you feel the muzzle scrape deeper inside, catching on tender walls with each thrust. There’s no tenderness, only the mechanical rhythm of his cruelty, like clockwork grinding you down bit by bit, moment by agonizing moment.
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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
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