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Tomura

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Red eyes bore into you through the fingers of his mask, filled with contempt and the ever present desire to destroy that which he hates. His hands twitch at his sides, just itching to sink his fingers into your skin and feel it disintegrates under his touch. Shigaraki lets out a harsh breath at the thought, practically trembling with rage now.

“Get down here.” He demands darkly, obviously seething at the fact he can’t scale and follow you up the building with the same skill and speed as you.

You grin, of course, amused by your little dynamic. It’s fun to you, the way these fights challenge you, the mystery behind him, purposefully changing your patrol routes just on the off chance you’ll run into him. You’re extremely aware of just how dangerous he is- one little touch and you’d be dust in a second…so it’s a good thing you never need to get in that close.

As per usual, you decide not to dwell on the real reason you seek him out. The thrill of your fights, yes, but more so…the conversation along the way. The way you get to observe him, and he observes you in return. You’ve learned many things about the infamous Tomura Shigaraki this way, and it only intrigues you more. He’s smart. Immature at times, but analytical and strategic. Arrogant. Extremely strong willed. Ambitious. Hateful, above all else.

A tiny, almost imperceptible part of you almost finds some of those traits…attractive. Or, they would be if you could find them in another man. And besides, it’s not like you really know Shigaraki personally…And the obvious reason, of course, is that engaging with a villain in any way besides trying to detain them is strictly against every legal and moral code you know. Even if that villain is devastatingly interesting.

But still, you oblige him and swoop down from your perch to the continue the fight. He moves with a sort of violent grace, agile and confident and so completely desperate just to touch. You, on the other hand, keep a steady and careful distance, both an advantage and a disadvantage since getting in closer could mean either his capture or your death.

And yet, like the grace of god or a curse from the devil, somewhere in the middle of the fight…Shigaraki’s mask is knocked off.

It surprises you both, but he recovers much faster.

You don’t.

You freeze- stumble, even if just for a second…and you’re caught.

Breathing hard with exertion and the thrill of finally catching you, Shigaraki slams you hard into a wall and pins you there, his hand outstretched with the intention to kill but hovering inches away from your body.

“Poor little hero…” He rasps, a sort of deranged smile spreading on his bare face. “Finally got you.”

You should really be worried about the hand inching towards you, or the rough brick biting into your back, or the murderous expression on his face…Actually, no, you ARE focused in his face- just not the part you should be worried about, because all this time…

Shigaraki has been HOT??

Like, seriously, this entire time, you’ve been fighting this? I mean, he could probably use some skincare and a good three weeks of sleep, but he’s not even close to being ugly. Nice sharp features, deep eyes, that cute beauty mark by his mouth…and he’s definitely around your age- still kinda cute with young age but definitely a man.

And he’s staring at you like you’re insane now.

Because you’re not writhing or crying or begging or screaming or fighting or anything else someone would do when faced with certain death.

You’re just staring at him, with those big eyes and your lips parted a little- not scared, but…a complete idiot.

“The hell?” Shigaraki asks, eyeing you suspiciously, as if he’s expecting this to be some rare tactic to get his guard down. He snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Are you, like…scared stupid, or something?”

You finally snap out of your shocked daze, your eyes widening as you fully comprehend the situation you’re in. Despite his confusion, Shigaraki acts fast, spinning you around and pinning your front to the wall now. He pins your hands behind your back roughly, hesitating to kill you just because you’re being so…weird.

“W-wait- waitwaitwait-!” You panic now, straining against his surprisingly strong grip.

But, damn, his face is etched in your mind. And now he’s actually touching you, pinning your wrists, kicking your feet a bit wider apart so you can’t squirm as easily, pressing up close behind you. God, this is…humiliating.

Shigaraki cocks his head a little at your sudden pleading, leaning in closer a little to see your face more clearly where the side of it is smushed against the wall. You look scared now, yeah, but you’re also…red? He narrows his eyes, analyzing every little bit of your face, and then with a devastating slowness…he grins.

“…Disgusting.” He spits, squeezing your wrists painfully hard and watching you wince. “You’re blushing? What, does this turn you on?”

Your jaw drops a little, still horrified but now also mortified. “What?- N-no- no!”

“Really?” He snickers, squeezing your wrists hard enough to make you cry out softly. “And now you’re lying about it.”

Scowling in frustration and embarrassment, you jerk back and actually succeed in getting a fee inches off the wall…before he puts a hand on the back of your head and slams you back down. Your ears ring with the impact, your vision blurring as your nose starts bleeding. You’ve been trained to get hit much harder and still get back up, but you have no doubt he’d still use his quirk if you fought too much.

Shigaraki grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, chuckling at the dazed look on your face. “Still enjoying this, freak?”

Your hands ball into fists under his harsh grip, glaring at him with blood dripping over your lips as you grit out, “I’m…not-.”

Cutting you off carelessly, Shigaraki uses his grip on your hair to turn you around, then lets go of your wrists to shove you down hard. You hit the ground with a gasp, your knees scraping and your scalp starting to ache from his grip. Before you can complain, he stomps a foot down between your thighs, a pained whine leaving your lips as the bottom of his shoe presses down on your crotch. You reach up with one hand to grab his wrist with one hand, and reach down to push at his leg with the other.

“Should’ve started fighting before I got you pinned down.” He mocks, grinding his foot painfully and watching your hips jerk. “Or were you too busy staring?”

He’s right, of course. This has never happened before- getting distracted by a pretty face- getting turned on by a fight. You glower up at him, and yet for once…no words come to mind. Shigaraki chuckles at your silence, looking down at you for a minute as if weighing his options before seemingly making up his mind.

“…You’re a lot of fun, hero…” He sneers, slowly forcing your head closer to his own crotch, your eyes widening as you try to pull away. “And since you’re so into this…How about I do you a favor?”

You grimace and hold back a whimper, growling up at him. “Don’t you dare-.”

You try to pull back only for him to give your hair a harsh yank and grind his semi-hard dick right up against your face.

“Just this once.” He interrupts, as if you weren’t saying anything at all- as if he’s granting you some grand mercy.

You try hard to pull away as he grinds against your face, but really, you can’t even deny the way heat is flooding between your thighs. It’s mortifying, the way your thighs spread a little more, your hands shifting from pulling to clinging, your glare softening to more of a plea as you stare up at him. Without even realizing it, you’re starting to stay still for him, your lips parting slightly on a soft gasp as he drags the rough material of his pants over your cheek.

“Yeah…” He drawls, a crazed smile on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

Shigaraki doesn’t let go of your hair, instead bringing his free hand down to smear your blood over your lips. You blush deeper, but some survival instinct makes you lash out, your teeth sinking into his thumb. He scoffs in amusement, pulling his hand away and pushing his foot even harder into your crotch.

“Wanna pretend you’re not a slut, huh?” He mocks, giving your head a rough little jostle by your hair.

You whine in pain, but you’re breathless from the pressure between your hips. Both your hands have moved to his leg by now, your fingers curling into the fabric of his pants as if to keep him there. Shigaraki rolls his eyes at your antics, wiping his thumb off on his shirt.

“You’re pathetic.” He states it as if it’s a fact, but he shoves his clothed dick in your face again. “C’mon, take it out, since you want it so bad.”

Your eyes shoot up to his even as you damn near nuzzle against him, your jaw dropping in shock. “I-I don’t-…I’m not doing that.”

He scoffs at your audacity to keep denying it and act all scandalized, as if you’re not millimeters off from humping his shoe. Instead of pressing harder, he takes his foot off entirely. You barely choke back a whine, your hands letting go of his leg. Shigaraki gives your hair another harsh tug, hard enough to make you wince and reach up to grab his wrist.

This time, he doesn’t command. He just stares at you. Cold. Hard. Threatening. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the promise in his eyes- ‘take what you want or die’. So, obviously, you let go of his wrist and start slowly reaching for the waistband of his pants. He watches with a satisfied glint in his eyes, pupils tracing the tremor in your fingers.

You swallow as you hesitantly touch his belt, although you’re not sure if it’s from nerves or excitement. Ever so slowly, you unbuckle his belt and tug it open. Then, even slower, you start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

“Tch.” Shigaraki scoffs, jostling your head a little and grumbling lowly. “Hurry up, whore.”

Your breath catches at the demand, and you obey without thinking about it. Hands moving quicker now, you undo his pants and start tugging them down just enough. You hesitate again before reaching to actually pull his cock out, but you do it before he can get annoyed again.

Immediately, it becomes obvious that not only has Shigaraki been hot this whole time…he’s also been carrying around this big ass dick.

Your eyes are wide, lips parted in surprise, and your hands hovering. The hand in your hair tightens again, but you’re too focused to really feel it. Instead, you’re staring at his cock, watching the way he twitches and pulses, imagining the way it would feel in your throat, inside you-

“Are you getting to work or not?” He snaps finally, tugging your hair and jerking his hips so his tip bumps against your lips. “You keep fuckin’ staring at me, it’s weird…”

Your face flushes as you instinctively try to pull away, but he holds you steady. “I-I- mmph-!”

Shigaraki groans lightly as he forces his cock past your lips, holding you tight and pushing in further and further. “Ngh-…If you bite this…I’ll kill you.”

You whine a little around him, blinking rapidly as he pushes down your throat, trying your best to stay relaxed for him. He slides in deeper and deeper until your nose brushes against his pelvis, his cock throbbing heavily against your tongue.

“That feels good…” He grins meanly, his hips giving a little testing jerk just to make you gag. “Really good.”

Swallowing heavily around his cock, your fingers curl into the fabric of your pants. He looks way too good like this- sneering down at you, giving you a damn good view up the flat plane of his body. Your cheeks are so hot even as your heart hammers against your ribs in fear.

And yet there’s something to him right now- maybe it’s the way he’s just subtly biting his bottom lip while he grins, or maybe it’s the way he’s throbbing a suspicious amount in your throat. It almost feels like…like he’s not used to this. At all.

You would ask if his dick wasn’t down your throat. Something for another time, you suppose…

Shigaraki reaches down with both hands and tangles them in your hair, only having half a mind to be careful and avoid killing you before you’re done choking on his cock. He pulls out slowly, watching the blood from your nose and lips smear along his dick and make him leak precum on your tongue. Then, without a hint of care or concern, he slams back in and revels in the way you choke.

“H-hah- heheh-.” He damn near giggles as he starts thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat hard and fast. “Fuckin’ slutty m-mouth- ngh!”

You gag and choke around him, your eyes tearing up quickly and drool already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He’s absolutely ruthless, his hands nearly ripping at your hair as he holds you in place, his thrusts pushing you head further and further back until you’re pressed against the brick wall again. Now trapped between his dick and the wall, you have no choice but to keep yourself relaxed and take it.

But he obviously isn’t satisfied just with that. Shigaraki steps one foot forward, chuckling darkly as he lightly kicks up between your thighs, feeling your little whimper vibrate around his cock. “Start g-grinding, bitch-.”

Your jaw would drop if it wasn’t already straining around his dick. He pauses with his harsh thrusts when you stop moving, cocking an eyebrow at your apparent shock.

“When are you gonna give up this act?” He growls, grinding into your mouth slowly and pressing his foot up between your thighs again. “It’s pissing me off.”

The friction makes you whine lightly around him. He’s right, and you can’t deny it anymore. You want this- you started this. Continuing to act like you’re above it all just because you’re a hero won’t change the heat in your pants…and it won’t change your chances of making it out alive. So, giving into his demands (and your own desire), you lower your hips and give a tentative grind on the top of his shoe.

Shigaraki grins immediately, chuckling lowly as he starts fucking your throat again. “That’s it, slut. Get yourself off j-just like this- ngh!”

Loud gags and slurps and whimpers echo in the alleyway as you finally leave your dignity behind. Your hands cling to his leg now as you grind and rut against his shoe, moaning and drooling messily around his throbbing cock. Rough hands yank and tug your hair, keeping you in place despite his mean thrusts, ensuring your throat will be as fucked up after this as possible.

“Hah!- Y-you really- ngh!- like this, d-don’t you, hero?” He mocks cruelly, snapping his hips forward almost erratically now. “Y’want m-my cum?- Mm!- Want it d-down your throat?”

You nod as much as you can, looking up at him with tearful, pleading eyes. Shigaraki feels a surge of excitement at the sight, his cock throbbing heavily on your tongue. He bites his bottom lip harshly and tightens his hold on your hair as you swallow around him and run your tongue up the vein on the underside of his dick. Not even he can deny how intoxicating this is- the taboo of it, even if that’s more on your side- the blood and drool and tears running down your pretty face.

“Th-then take it all-.” He demands, somehow pumping into your mouth even harder.

You cry from how it hurts, but your hips drag down hard on his shoe, only getting off on it even more. His eyes squeeze shut above you, his cock beginning to throb like crazy now as he reaches his peak. You watch through blurry vision, hugging at his leg and slurping lewdly around him to get him off.

He cums with a shaky groan, his hands nearly ripping at your hair and his hips ramming forward so hard the back of your head smacks against the wall. Your vision goes dark around the edges and your ears ring at the impact, not that he cares. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum pours down your throat while you’re too lightheaded to swallow it properly. You choke weakly on it, your eyes rolling back a little as it comes back up through the corners of your mouth and, painfully, up your nose.

“Oh, sh-shit-.” Shigaraki gasps, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as he takes in the sight of you.

He’s not worried. Not even close. He’s fucking turned on even more. You look like such a pathetic little disaster under him right now- nearly passed out and choking on his cum, his dick still twitching between your lips, your hips still rolling unconsciously against his shoe. It’s a sight good enough that he might not even kill you tonight, just for the chance of seeing it again.

Pulling out without a care for you, Shigaraki pants as he shamelessly lets his heavy cock rest on your face. He watches as you rasp and wheeze and cough and pant, your hand weakly clawing at his leg and wiping your mouth.

“Such a mess…” He drawls lazily, his voice low with satisfaction. “This is a good look for you, hero.”

Your face is such a humiliating shade of red, your head still spinning from hitting it and from how rough he just fucked your throat. You blink up at him, not even caring about the warm, wet weight of his dick leaking on your face. Somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, you wonder if he’ll kill you now…

But no.

Instead, he takes a deep breath before pulling his foot back from between your thighs. Before you can protest, he uses one hands grip on your hair to throw you down to the ground. You fall heavily, still heaving for breath as you try to push yourself up.

You don’t get a couple inches off the ground before he’s stomping his foot down on the side of your head, scraping your cheek against the grimy ground.

“Oh, we’re not done.” He sneers, grinding his foot harder just to make you wince. “It’s not every day I get this chance, y’know…”

You’re not even sure what ‘chance’ he’s talking about, but you’re too afraid and too exhausted to ask. Instead, you whimper weakly, practically able to feel the way his eyes rake over the arch of your back and the wetness between your thighs. Scoffing in cruel amusement, he stomps down hard again before pulling his foot away and circling behind you. “Stay still.”

The command sends a shiver up your spine, but you do as you’re told once again. There’s a soft thud and a shuffle behind you before you feel his fingers hooking inside your pants. Your whole body twitches, but you stay in place as he starts tugging your pants down over your hips, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as your arousal is bared for him to see.

“Pathetic.” He nearly laughs, eyeing just how desperate you are for him while one hand travels down to pump his cock hard again. “Absolutely pathetic. I thought you heroes held yourselves so highly, always preaching about morals and all that bullshit…”

He pauses and you tense for a second, only to let out a strangled yelp as he shoves a finger inside you.

“But here you are, bent over like a hooker in some back alley for the countries number one enemy.” He continues, prodding around inside you just to find the spot that makes you squirm. “It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.”

Your dignity and pride has been in shambles for a while, but it’s turned to absolute dust now. Biting your lip just to hold back sounds, you keep your eyes squeezed shut as your hips push back a little.

“Say it.”

You freeze, almost thinking you misheard him.

Shigaraki scowls behind you, shoving in a second finger and spreading them apart meanly, savoring the way you gasp and jerk under him.

“Say it.”

Panting and letting out little whimpers now, you press your hips back even more and open your mouth. Your throat burns as you speak, your voice weak and coarse from his brutal treatment, but you still get it out. “I-…’m…d-disgus-…ting-…”

A pleased little chuckle comes from behind you, and he yanks his fingers out. The whine that was leaving your throat gets interrupted by a broken yelp as he shoves his cock all the way inside with no warning, filling you up so deep you feel it in your stomach.

“Fuuuck- ah…” He groans, grinding himself inside you and clamping four fingers down on your waist. “Takin’ it l-like a pro- heh-…You sh-should change your p-profession, whore-.”

Your nails dig into the ground beneath you, desperate gasps leaving your lips as your hips jerk. It’s deep- and hard- and it hurts- and it’s so good. Unconsciously, your weak body starts trying to drag itself away. Again, you barely make it a couple inches before he’s grabbing your hair and smashing your face into the ground.

“Don’t you dare fucking run.” He threatens, pressing you down even harder and listening to you wince and cry.

This time, you nod desperately, tears dripping onto the pavement below as your whole head throbs. You squeeze around him, and he throbs as his hips jerk a little. He waits for a moment, as if making up his mind, before slowly letting go of your hair.

“Finally…” He grumbles, rolling his eyes to himself.

Shigaraki grabs your waist with both hands now, his eyes flashing with excitement as he looks down at where his cock disappears inside you. Then, again without any warning, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. He groans lowly, but it knocks a shaky moan from your lips. Grinning to himself, he does it again, nailing that spot he found earlier dead-on and watching you nearly break under him.

“Alright…” He rasps, a deranged smile spreading on his face again. “Let’s see how long it takes to destroy you…”

As it turns out, it doesn’t take long, because you were already halfway broken before he started fucking you.

Your whole body hurts by now- your face is muddled with dirt and blood and cum- your knees scraped and bruised- your hands scratched up from raking your nails down the floor- your throat is sore and raw from his dick- and of course his cock is destroying your insides.

Shigaraki is grunting and moaning behind you like this is his first time feeling anything but hate and pain, his hips pumping wildly into you with barely any rhythm at all. You’re yanked back and forth across the floor as he thrusts hard and pulls you back onto him, his tip reaching places nothing else has before.

But the way you react is nothing short of pornographic. You can’t stop cumming for him, your voice nearly gone from how much you’ve screamed your pleasure. It’s like he’s unlocked some new kink or fetish in you- one only he can satisfy, and you can’t get enough.

Broken, weak little pleas spill from your lips at the same rate tears spill from your eyes, your hips sore from pushing back onto him to take him as deep as humanly possible. It’s insane. You’re insane. You must be.

Shigaraki’s not complaining though. Because god is this hot. You were always intriguing, but this is…something else. In fact, if you weren’t such a pathetic hero, he might even consider you attractive after this. Someone worth keeping around, at the very least.

His lips are parted with pleasured gasps and moans, his eyes glued to the side of your face or where you greedily suck him in for more. The ground beneath your hips is soaked with cum and sweat, your thighs dripping with it and making his skin stick to yours.

“God- ah!…Y-you’re a fuckin’ d-disgrace-.” He rasps, rewarding you for it with a harsh thrust that has you squealing.

You nod dumbly, drool pouring from your mouth and adding to the second puddle near your face. Shigaraki grins, his hips slamming into yours as he feels you reaching yet another orgasm. Instead of slowing down, though, he speeds up, wanting to watch you cry through another painful peak.

“Gonna c-cum again, huh?- ngh!” He mocks, reaching forward to grab your hair again. He tugs back before pressing your head down, able to hear the way your skin scrapes against the pavement. “Think you’ll s-stay conscious after t-this one?- Mm!”

You can’t even respond, much less actually understand what he’s saying. All you can focus on is the telltale tightening in your lower tummy, your eyes rolling back and your nails scraping hard enough into the ground that they start cracking a little. He’s right, though, even if you don’t know it. Your vision is getting spottier by the second, your ears have been ringing for god knows how long, and your mind is so broken you can’t think about anything except the cock railing into you over and over again.

Continuing to grin, Shigaraki watches you teeter on the edge of consciousness, giving your hair a tug just sharp enough to pull you back from the edge.

“S-stay awake-.” He orders, his thrusts turning erratic now as his own orgasm builds. “Want y-you to- ah!- feel all o-of this-.”

A broken cry leaves your throat as he keeps you just aware enough to feel every second of your orgasm. It rips through you, making you shudder and shake and weakly try to run from him again- not that you make it more than an inch this time. Shigaraki giggles almost manically again, watching you convulse and cry under him with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

He speeds up more and more, his cock throbbing heavier and heavier as you only cry harder and harder. Then, finally, he slams in one last time and lets go. Buckets of cum flood your insides without a care in the world, pumping so much that it hurts. You mewl and squirm weakly, your body going into overdrive now as your mind finally breaks for him.

But before he can even finish cumming, before he can revel in the victory of your screams, you blessedly fall into unconsciousness. Shigaraki feels you go limp and silent, your body twitching uncontrollably even as you slump forward and go unresponsive.

He’s scared for a second that he accidentally killed you and ruined his fun too early…but your labored breathing gives away that you’re still perfectly fine.

Grunting in disappointment, he pulls out and lets your body fall to the ground. Shigaraki stands up and tucks himself away, eyeing your unconscious body with a confusing mix of intrigue and disgust as he gets his phone from his pocket.

“…Kurogiri. I need a warp gate at my location…” He rasps into the phone, grinning smugly as his cum starts leaking out of you. “…And I’m bringing someone back with me.”

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I’m tackling him to the ground.

I’m bouncing on that dick for 30 days and 30 nights.

I’m licking every inch of him clean between rounds.

I’m getting pregnant then transferring the quintuplets to him like we’re seahorses.

He gives birth.

We fuck again for 30 days and 30 nights except this time he’s on top and my ankles are above my head.

We have another set of quintuplets.

The cycle continues until we’ve repopulated the earth after he killed everyone.

I can actually feel my womb expanding and my eggs calling to him.

I’d squirt on command for him.

I’d learn how to suck dick for him.

I’d get pregnant just from being in the same room as him.

In another universe, I’m his fated omega, chosen to continue his family line.

I would serve him like a dog until my dying breath.

I’d put on puppy ears and a collar for him.

I’d purr and meow for him.

I’d call him daddy in public with no shame.

I’d let him ruin my life in literally every possible way.

The number one difference is physical touch. In public or just around the rest of the League, Tomura’s not touching you. It’s not even because he’s like shy or anything, we all know he’s pretty shameless. I feel like he’d just genuinely find PDA cringe, especially anything more than like a head on the shoulder or an occasional bump into each others side.

But in private, he’s probably initiating touch more than you’d expect. Like, when y’all are holes up in his room playing games or watching tv or whatever, Tomura’s patting his lap for you to sit or lay your head. And it goes both ways too. He wouldn’t even ask before pushing you down just so he can lay down on your stomach or between your thighs. And he might be a bit gruff with it, but he’d probably grab your hand and put it in his hair so he doesn’t have to actually ask you to play with it.

A less noticeable difference is the way he talks to you in public vs in private. I don’t think it would be that different, because he’s blunt no matter what. BUT, in public Tomura definitely phrases things in a bit of a meaner way.

Like if you mess up on a mission and get hurt in front of the others, he’s all like, “You’re such an idiot.” Or “Oh, it hurts? That’s your fault.” Or “Don’t let it happen again.”

Or even if you’re all just chilling together and you’re being stupid or funny, he’d just sit back and stare at you as if he’s not fighting for his life trying not to smile, all grumbling like, “Stop being annoying.” Or “You’re too loud.” Or “That wasn’t funny. Stop laughing.”

But when y’all are alone…it’s a different story. Using the same examples…

If you get hurt on a mission alone, or just with him, Tomura definitely hurries a bit more getting to you. He doesn’t much change what he says, but it’s the way he says it that’s different- like simultaneously more worried and angrier than when he’s in front of the others. He’d haul you up if you need it, quickly checking you over before snapping at you. “How stupid can you be? Don’t risk yourself like that.” And “I shouldn’t have to worry about you.” And “How bad does it hurt?…Moron…”

When y’all are alone and you’re like messing around, he definitely lets himself smile if something is funny. He would still deny it, but it’s much more obvious that he genuinely enjoys your company and your antics. But he’d be all annoying about it, like looking away while actively holding back a laugh and being like, “I’m not smiling/laughing.” Like…yes u are bro.