♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,004
He gave you something today.
He doesn’t say why. Doesn’t look at you when he tosses it into your lap like it’s not the only item in this entire godforsaken dungeon that hasn’t been ripped off a corpse. Leather, black, reinforced. Made for your size.
“Wear it.” That’s all he says.
It’s armor. Custom. Your size. Light enough for you to move in, strong enough to block a blade. It fits like a second skin, molded like it was made for you—because it was.
He doesn’t look at you. Not once.
He stabs the fire with a stick, watching the embers spark. You want to ask him why. But you know better. Words are useless with him. He’s a man of actions, and those actions are often cruel, brutal, raw.
He never gives gifts. Not unless they’re laced with poison or wrapped in control. This one is different. This one is…genuine. Maybe. You can’t tell. And you’re too scared to ask. Too scared to admit it might mean something.
You try it on.
He still won’t look at you. But you see the shift. A twitch at his jaw. A flicker of something deep and ugly in his eye before he looks away.
You look too good in it. He knows it. And it makes him furious.
He saw the way the guild members stared. How their gazes lingered on your figure now that you’re armored like a proper warrior. Like something dangerous. Like something his.
He won’t say it. But he saw it.
He saw them looking. And now?
Now he’ll remind you who you belong to.
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He doesn’t ask for consent. He never does.
You’re dragged behind the tavern before you can speak, slammed into the wet stone wall with his hand clamped over your mouth. He doesn’t even give you time to scream, not that anyone would help you. Not from him.
They all know what he is. They all know what he does to you.
His voice is low, guttural. “You think you can wear that around them? You think you’re allowed to look like that in front of anyone but me?”
You shake your head, helpless. Muffled moans into his palm.
He’s hard already. You feel it, grinding into your stomach through the coarse fabric of his gear. His breathing ragged in your ear, hot and violent.
“Fucking Saintess.” He spits the word like it’s filth. “Think your god gives a shit about your virtue now? You walk around in my gift looking like a whore and expect me not to fuck you in front of every sorry bastard in that building?”
Your cry is swallowed in his palm as he rips the armor off. Rips it. The armor he gave you.
You hear the leather snap, the seams tear. Your body slammed back again as he grabs your throat with one hand, the other yanking your legs apart.
He doesn’t undress. Doesn’t take off his gloves. Doesn’t bother with your comfort. He never does.
“Say thank you.”
You can’t speak. His hand is on your throat, bruising the soft skin.
He hisses, squeezing tighter. “Say it.”
Your voice comes out cracked, broken, desperate. “Th-thank you.”
His laugh is cruel. It always is.
He enters you without warning.
You scream.
No one helps.
They can hear it. They always do. But no one lifts a finger.
Because he’s the hero. The regressor. The mad dog. The one who cleared the Black Spire alone. The one who came back wrong.
He thrusts harder, faster, like he’s trying to hurt you. And he is. He always does. Your back scrapes the stone. Your armor digs into your ribs. What’s left of it, anyway.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growls. “Wearing my gift like that. All proud. Like you deserve to be protected.”
He fucks you through gritted teeth, barely restraining the violence trembling in his body.
His rage is jealousy.
You know it. You feel it in every savage thrust, every bruise he leaves on your hips, every slap of skin.
He doesn’t look at your face. He looks at your eyes. Wide and scared and tearful. That’s what he likes.
“You think they see you?” he snarls. “You think any of those pathetic weaklings see you? They don’t. They see a prize. A toy. A piece of meat wrapped in steel. But I see what you are.”
Another thrust. Deep. Punishing.
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
He doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t need to.
He claims you in other ways.
He forces you to your knees when he finishes inside you. Makes you stay there, leaking, legs shaking, armor torn, in the mud behind the tavern like a used thing.
He lights a cigarette. Watches you like you’re a campfire. A warm thing he built. A thing he controls.
He tosses your cloak at you.
“Cover up.”
You tremble as you obey, barely able to move, raw and used.
He grabs your chin. Forces you to look up at him. His gloves stink of blood and your sex.
“Next time someone looks at you like that,” he says lowly, “I’ll cut their fucking eyes out.”
You nod.
He smirks.
He leans close, voice dripping with venom and something else he’ll never name.
“But if you ever look back at them…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence.
He doesn’t have to.
He walks away, whistling. Like nothing happened.
Like he didn’t just ruin you behind the tavern in front of half the guild. Like he didn’t just break the only thing he ever gave you.
You sit in the dark.
You think about the armor. The way it fit. The way he didn’t say a word when he gave it to you.
And the way he destroyed it himself.
Because he didn’t want anyone else to see it.
Because it made you his.
And if you’re his, then you don’t get to be seen.
You get to be kept.
You get to be ruined.
Again.
And again.
And again.
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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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Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios
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