3 Ships:honestly I Don't Have Many Ships...😅

Request for tomura as a grocery store worker who just stocks the dairy aisle because he scares off the customers and can’t do register…always wears a mask and the hood of his hoodie up and avoids eye contact with everyone…emits such a strong aura of hatred and misanthropy that everyone just naturally avoids him.

Reader can’t get enough of him. You want to crack him open and devour him. He’s such a creep and it turns you on so much buuuuuuuut you can’t stand the fact that he never notices you, so you make an effort to wear shorter and shorter skirts every time, lower cut tops, but he still pays you no attention, even though you flashed your lacy thong while bending down to grab something and brushed your bare thigh against his clothed arm…

Unbeknownst to you Tomura has noticed everything, dreams of fucking you in all sorts of degenerate, disgusting ways…how do you think he’ll finally break and decide to teach reader a lesson? (Literally was thinking with only my p*ssy when writing this ask omg but pls have fun with this!)

A/N: i was literally only thinking w my tdick for this one this is banger bro mwah plz send me more asks from your wrinkle noodle of wisdom...i made reader gyaru/mcbling..also this is tenko, you do meet the shimura fam

WARNINGS: nsfw, creep!Tenko, Groceryworker!Au!tomura x reader, bimbo!reader, masturbation, mon mention! bi!reader, reader has just a liiiitle bit of chub

it was just supposed to be a regular day.

that's what Tenko expected as he stocked the shelves, putting some stuff here and there but he mostly hung around the tech section, seeing all the new goodies the shop had he'd definitely ask father to buy when he gets the chance. he'd atleast make a light effort to help customers but end up making them think that he's about to follow them out the store and mug them. he wears his uniform over his hoodie so people know he's a worker but to no avail. he keeps his long shaggy black hair over his face so people don't get even more scared of him but that usually ends up worsening the situation, so he's made less and less efforts to interact with the customers, their fault for not wanting his help.

he lets out a sigh as he sees the new stock for this month, cheap headphones, cheap everything really. phonecases here and there, nothing of interest really comes around unless he thinks it looks cool enough to buy even though he knows it'll break in like a week max. he hears customers come in and out of the store as the bell dings and he can hear his coworker ring people up, and he heard the sound of heels clacking towards him, god, probably another cubicle working mother here to buy her son or daughter something just to get them to shut up, but when he looked up from the hanging racks, he saw someone he doesn't usually see around this area.

kamino ward is a place where thugs run rampant and crime barely goes unchecked because the criminals pay off the police to keep their lips shut, which is why he thinks all cops are useless. he scratched his neck as he stared at them, letting out a small 'ah', his crimson eyes dilated a bit as he eyed her up and down.

you..were hot, really, really fucking hot. leopard print tights around your legs with a dangerously short skirt that barely hid anything, nails covered in all sorts of accessories as your makeup made you stand out even more. you were looking for some new headphones since your pet chewed up your last pair, and sadly you really liked those.

some other guys were already eyeing you up and down, but you knew the attention you picked up from wearing this fashion style, and you somewhat liked it, however you told yourself you only dress like this for the girls and the girls only. you bent over and checked the rack, looking for a nice pair that you could use for awhile before you order online. you let out a small hum as you saw one with a design you liked, so you looked over for a worker before you saw one, he was an odd looking guy, lanky, a black hoodie with a worker uniform ontop, he certainly stood out to you.

he was staring and somewhat infatuated with you, he doesn't see many pretty girls around this area and spotting you..it made his heart race a little, it kind of reminded him how father and mother were pressuring him to get his life together and find a wife already, aswell as Hana, who was constantly bugging him about finding a girlfriend who she could bond with. it all pissed him off to no end but you made him think a little harder on it. he knew for sure someone like you wouldn't even turn a second glance to him so when you looked over and locked eyes, he was surprised.

what surprised him even more was you walking towards him, holding some girly phonecase and a pack of headphones in your hand as you came up to him, he wasn't looking at your chest, he was looking at your makeup he swears, please don't come over just to berate him for staring..who wouldn't..?

"Hi- uh..are you allowed to open this? I would like to do a soundtest before i purchase these." you would say to him nonchalantly but he somewhat stared at you with wide eyes as he just nodded, it scared you a little bit his lanky build, his haircut, fuck, just his expression made you want to bite your lip and smile, this guy was hot, really, really fucking hot. his voice jumped into his throat without warning and he suddenly couldn't get any words out without looking down at the floor, trying to avoid eye-contact as he tugged on his hood and tried not to stare at your chest instead. "I-it's against store policy, no, you can't." he said gruffly, his raspy and scratchy voice surprised you but you couldn't say you didn't like it.

"Hm, alright, thank you anyway." you would end up saying with a small smile, going over to the counter to check your items out while Tenko blinked, twitching his fingers to make sure he was still awake and in reality, surprisingly though he was. it was a nice fantasy to imagine himself asking you for your number but he knew all too well that you would never say yes to the likes of him. who would really? he had flat greasy hair, a messed up face, a lanky build and pale yellow teeth, he wouldn't exactly call that ideal for a partner someone like you would want.

little did he know that you'd become a regular at this damn grocery shop.

after a few days, he'd see you every few days or so, and it surprised him. you always came to the tech section atleast once to ask him for help or some opinions on things and all those times you did he always seemed dumbfounded, he was a little rude but that didn't scare you off, did it? nor' did it scare you when you wore skirts that practically had your whole ass out, tops that barely covered your chest or left a perfectly wide window for all to see in just to try and get him to look at you with those cute black eyes of his, his faint blush that spread down to his collarbones made you bite your lip whenever you turned around him him and it felt great.

he was upset with you, and himself. whenever you'd come into the store, he'd have a boner straining against his pants but luckily his jeans were big enough that it wasn't visible and his hoodie covered his crotch when he put his hands in the front pocket. he wasn't sure why you got him so hard, he's seen all sorts of girls do all sorts of things on porn sites, so why is it that you get him way harder than any of them? within a few days, he'd notice that he cums harder loads whenever he watches something that had an actress where she shared a similiarity to you. he didn't even know your name for god's sakes and here he was, hands in his front pocket as he tried to keep his cool.

you were wearing a tube top and a short skirt, showing thong that rested on your hips and a belly button piercing dangling on your stomach as you looked over at him, you weren't wearing a bra or whatever as he could directly see your nipples poking against the fabric of your top, it made his breath hitch as he saw you come closer again. "What is it this time?" is his usual reply, but he blush off put his hissy tone. "oh, I'm looking for a new phone case, mind helping me find stuff and scanning it with your little..machine? I'm on a budget!" you'd reply with a small smile, it'd become your daily routine at some point.

he'd lead you around and show you the new stock, but what he didn't expect was to see you bend down, an arched back as you began 'searching' through the catalogue of phonecases as you made light chatter. he could barely reply as all the blood used in his head went straight down to his dick as it painfully strained against his pants. he could see the string between your folds and barely covering your holes, he could see it yet it wasn't enough, he needed to see all of it. the lace barely even covered you. he was snapped out of his trance as he felt you back up and all of a sudden, your plush ass was pressed against his arm, he wishes he rolled up his sleeve but it was too late now. the slight jiggle made him almost cum in his pants as he barely held back.

"uh, your stock is ugly as always, what a shame, i was planning on getting a new phone and wanted a case from here, it's cheap and good quality." you would ramble on about it and even press yourself against him even more before you stood up straight and sighed, he seems so nonchalant and aloof as always, were you ever gonna catch his attention?

it was late and you were parading around with your ass out at night in one of the most dangerous cities no less, so you'd finally decided enough for today as you headed home. Tenko soon followed after and clocked out around an hour or so later. so the moment he got home, he skipped dinner and went straight to his room, ignoring how mother and Hana called for him. with the click of a lock, he plopped himself down onto his bed, palming his half hard erection to get it back up as he let out a quiet groan, closing his eyes and arching his back. pulling his hood off of his body and taking his uniform off as he hurried to get down to just his boxers.

he could feel his cock twitch and ache as he let out a small whimper and wrapped his hand around it, spreading his own precum around his cock as his skinny legs trembled. be bit his lip and tried to swallow a groan but it left his lips anyway as he began stroking himself to the thought of you. he wondered how tight your pussy would be, the kind of things you like in bed.

would you like it from the front? or the back? would you let him fuck you raw? would you let him cum inside of you? if he asked nicely would you get under his desk and suck him off while he played games? what kinds of kinks do you have? is his size okay?

he gripped his dick a little harder as he let out labored breaths, stroking faster as he imagined himself putting it in, he was a virgin but he had a dream. would you watch with him as it slides in or would you be too busy throwing your head back and moaning? would you let him eat you out till you squirt into his mouth? so many questions left him even more erect than before as he humped his fist, gritting his teeth as he kept his eyes closed, trying to picture you and what happened earlier that day.

he tried to imagine the sounds you would make, what kinds of degenerate shit would you let him do to you? would you let him choke you? would you let him slide between your titties? would you let you call him mommy? he was so close to cumming and he knew it. his legs shook a little as he let out another whimper.

his number one fantasy with you is losing his virginity in that tight pussy of yours, he's played it out a million times in his mind, the foreplay, how it would happen, and how he'd cum deep inside of you while you praised him and called him your good boy, the second one that gets him off the most is having you stroke him from behind as you grip his dick through his boxers and place sweet kisses along his scarred neck while gently teasing at his nipples.

but one thing made him cum the fastest, and it was imagining your voice whispering a praise into his ear followed by 'i love you'. he could feel his load bust onto his chest as his cock twitched and leaked cum, he panted softly, opening his eyes to see the mess he made and his softening cock. he closed his eyes again and rested for a bit, trying to recover from that sudden orgasm and the high he got. but poor Tenko never really gets a break.

"Tenko! mom said it's your turn to feed mon, and you should eat dinner, it's really good what mom cooked.."

he wanted to eat something right now but he wasn't exactly thinking about mother's cooking.

"I'll be out soon, Hana."

—Ake 2024

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hi! 🪐

19f! just wanted to see if anybody would be interested in a roleplay for the following fandoms...

🌟demon slayer (mainly looking for demon slayer! as im currently hyper-fixating on it.)

🌟bluelock

🌟my hero academia

🌟jjk

i've been roleplaying for a long time now, and id love to find a partner to roleplay with, and someone i can plot or chat with ooc. i love fleshing out plots, sharing ideas, as well as world building.

im looking to make friends out of my roleplay partner!

id be happy to play as anyone for u!

i am semi-literate to advanced literate and id prefer if my partner were the same!

please be okay with smut! id love to include it in roleplays. although, please don't come to me with fully nsfw related plots.

im looking for 18+ partners only! i usually play as canon characters., and although im looking to do a cc x cc roleplay, although i'm alright with a cc oc roleplay as well.

we can talk further about boundaries and anything else we are looking for to be sure that we are on the same page.

interact and ill reach out to you🌟

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Confession booth.

Well..Tomura come here baby🤌✨

Who is it?💕

Come Down to the Black Sea III

Summary: The sea seems to call to you, but it’s not the tumultuous clash of the waves you should fear. Something lurks deep beneath the black waters, something sinister with a piqued interest and ill intent.

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Siren!Shigaraki, graphic depictions of violence, heavy sexual innuendo, implied noncon, foul language, sexual tension you can cut with a knife, and just general sexual grossness. Joking daddy kink also, if you count that. 

PART I, PART II

Here you go! The third installment. Your seafaring friend finds your hot button and decides to plant some lovely ideas in your brain. Listening to them probably is not the smartest idea in regards to keeping your heart beating, but it certainly gets your thighs clenching. 

Taglist: @lemonzoey​, @babayaga67​

You know, it’s really rough to explain to your superiors at work why you’re so distracted when it happens to be because a mythical being is giving you the cold shoulder. 

You’re not entirely certain why it bothers you so much that your last encounter with him ended rather sour. He had made it perfectly plain from the get-go that his intent with you was far from pure. Murderous, in fact. He had almost drowned you on your first meeting and insulted you incessantly during your second. Not exactly a friendly track record. 

Regardless, he’s made a permanent home crawling beneath your human skin, like some itch you can’t scratch away. You can try to justify it however you’d like, but you can’t ignore the truth. In a word full of mundane existence, you’ve found an oddity and as much as you’d like to pretend you aren’t, you’re drawn to it. It’s part of why you returned to the beach despite the clear and present danger. You’d found a living, breathing mermaid. Even more impressive, you’d managed to piss him off.

Mermaid? Is that accurate? He’s so sensitive to being classified wrongly, but still never told you what he was. Considering the circumstances, maybe you should be a little bit more concerned about other things rather than offending him, but it still bothers you. 

Your ignorance isn’t due to lack of trying. You’ve done extensive research in the spare moments you have during the day, but nothing quite matches his description no matter how deeply you delve into the weirder parts of the internet, even going so far as to browse around on conspiracy sites on the darknet. Mermaid? Merman? Siren? Fish-guy? Some distantly related offspring to that Ripley’s Believe it or Not monkey fish? Relentless searching proved fruitless. Plenty of old sun-crazed fishermen claim to have seen merfolk in the waters or sirens on the rocks, but more often than not, it was a walrus or stage 4 sea madness. No one had a legitimate account of meeting with a real, intelligent creature of the deep. Nothing that came remotely close to him, anyway.

Afficher davantage

More Virgin!Tomura because I can’t help myself. Never has another character oozed more virgin energy and I genuinely believe even just a crumb of pussy would’ve had him renouncing his evil ways.

Virgin!Tomura x GN reader, description of oral sex and how he behaves during.

Virgin!Tomura getting head for the first time and absolutely losing his mind. He’s not used to loving touch of any kind so when you kiss his neck he whines from the sensation of your soft lips against his rough skin. The further you kiss down his hard stomach the faster his breathing becomes, he squirms away from you the closer your mouth gets to his cock, but only because he isn’t used to these feelings.

When you stroke him he whines even louder, he says “Oh fuck” who knows how many times like he’s in utter disbelief of how good your hand feels. When you kiss his tip he leans back and groans, he wonders if just a kiss felt good, how would your whole mouth feel? When you take his tip into your mouth he almost screams. He grabs your free hand that rests on his thigh and he squeezes it in alternating waves from a light touch to a rough grip. You can tell you’re doing a good job when he squeezes your hand so hard you think he might crush it.

When you deep throat him and look up to see his face you’ll see his eyes have rolled so far back into his head you only see white fluttering behind his half-open lids. The sloppier you suck him the more tense his face becomes, he wants to look at you but when he feels his cock hit the back of your throat his eyes involuntarily roll back. When you ease up on him, he leans forward so he can get a good look at how your tongue licks the cum from his slit, and the way your cheeks suck inward when his dick moves into your mouth. You seem to know his dick so well that you can extend the pleasure and pull back before he cums.

When you look up you see his widened eyes staring down at you like he can’t believe what your mouth is capable of. It’s an amazing discovery to him that the mouth that says such sweet words to him is also capable of sucking his soul out. He stares down at you with his jaw hanging slack, drool drips from his lip and his moans gurgle in his throat because he forgets to swallow. He groans “Fuck yes baby just like that” every time he feels your tongue swirl around his tip, he says “Please don’t stop baby” when you bob your head quickly to fuck him into your mouth.

Both of his hands grip the sides of your head, he tangles his fingers in your hair and grips it to fuck your face deeper onto him. His breathing speeds up and deepens to the point where he’s gasping for breath, and if you weren’t occupied with his dick in your mouth you’d see how cute he looks almost folding in on himself. His toes are curling, his posture bent inward to get a good look at you sucking him off. His hair sticks to a light sweat he’s worked up on his face and his lips are wet with the spit frothing from his mouth.

He chokes out some desperate moans and whines “I-I’m so fucking close baby” so you suck him even harder. The harder you suck his dick the more pathetic his noises become, he’s gasping for air and struggling to moan your name but he can barely get out the sound. He can’t find the words when he’s actually about to cum so you have to rely on the other cues. His hands in your hair grip tighter, his stomach tightens and he hovers closer to you. He grunts loudly and you suddenly feel a hot gush of his cum hit the back of your throat. He groans “Ohhhfuuuuuhhh-“ and twitches intermittently as you finish sucking out the rest of his cum.

Just a few minutes of your mouth on his cock can heal this man more than years of therapy ever could. He’s prepared to admit his love, merge bank accounts, put a ring on your finger, die for you. He won’t hesitate to kiss you shortly after you’ve swallowed his load and he’ll groan in your mouth when he tastes his own cum on your lips. Your mouth can do many things, and now Tomura knows you’re also capable of sucking him so well he forgets his own name.

Masterlist for Kinktober

Day 1: Lingerie ( Tomura Shigaraki )

Day 2: Ritual ( Himiko Toga )

Day 3: Bathtime ( Dabi )

Day 4: Toys ( Tomura Shigaraki )

Day 5: Mirror ( jin babiwagia / Twice )

Day 6: Fem! Domination ( Dabi )

Day 7: Fingering/Handjobs ( Tomura )

Day 8: Threesome ( Keigo and Dabi )

Day 9: Piercings/Tattoes ( Hitoshi Shinsou )

Day 10: Knife Play ( Himiko toga )

Day 11: Oral ( Kirishima Eijiro )

Day 12: Against a wall ( Sero Hanta )

Day 13: Public ( Todoroki Shōto )

Day 14: 69 (Tamaki Amajiki )

Day 15: overstimulation (shoji Mezo )

Day 16: Roleplay ( Tomura Shigaraki )

Day 17: Choking ( Shihai Kurorio )

Day 18: Hate sex ( Tomura Shigaraki )

Day 19: teasing ( Keigo Takami )

Day 20: Aftercare ( Izuku Midoriya )

Day 21: Heat ( Tenya Iida )

Day 22: Electrostimulation ( Denki Kaminari )

Day 23: Impact play ( Villian! Todoroki Shoto )

Day 24: Humiliation ( Villian! Izuku Midoryia )

Day 25: High heels ( Todoroki Shoto )

Day 26: Anonymous ( Camie Utsushimi )

Day 27: Surprise! ( ??? )

Day 28: Rest ( The Entire League )

Day 29: Mastrabation ( Tokoyami Fumikage )

Day 30: Cam couple ( Mirio Togata )

Day 31: Spooky Sex ( Tomura Shigaraki )

Cosplay tomura 2

I finaly have a real wig but she's not that great...😭

What was the best, the old cosplay or that one ?

I read tha one many times, still love it

YANDERE SHIGARAKI TOMURA X DARLING

⚠️ MDNI•NSFW•18+•Dark Content ⚠️

Specific warnings: Implied kidnapping, x reader, yandere themes, assault, non-con, forced dub-con, afab! darling, vaginal penetration, oral (m! Receiving), anal, degradation, humiliation, abuse, mean Tomura, seriously this is fucking dark and sad but I’m writing as realistically as I can, Tomura is mentally ill, don’t read if you usually prefer fluff, angst

Synopsis: Oh how this man claims to be so much more, but he’s just a desensitized gaming addict and the only real murder he’s committed is dusting. He never really took a person apart until they begged for death… until you.

“FUCK!” The scream echoed off the walls of the dark room. He threw the game controller to the ground, his hands digging into his hair and pulling at the greasy blue strands. When he wasn’t done whining after a minute, you prepared yourself mentally.

Just as predicted, within a few moments after his cursing and game rage died down, blood shot red eyes flicked over to you.

You. Chained up like a dog to the bed post, curled in on yourself on the floor by the nightstand. It didn’t matter how small you made yourself, how low you bowed and bent. You were seen as a patronizing civilian that worshiped heroes and licked the hypocrisy they spewed right off the ground they walked. Begging irritated him, pleas for mercy usually resulted in more injury and pain, so you stayed silent and still. Your lip had barely healed enough that it wasn’t agonizing to drink or eat, and you didn’t feel like having the wound reopened.

He’d lost for the nth time already. This level harder than the last few he’d easily conquered but none of it truly mattered except surviving another night. You counted in your mind as he sauntered over to you, sneering down at your sorry, dirty, naked figure. He hadn’t allowed you a shower or bath in over a week, so you were caked in your own sweat, blood, and his semen. He liked painting you, marking you with cuts and bruises shaped like his hands. His hands he could place on you fully and you wouldn’t disintegrate. Your useless quirk suddenly the reason you’ve entered this unending nightmare.

1…2…3…4…5

Fingers dug into the flesh of your upper arm, yanking you onto unsteady feet and shaking legs. He pulled you to his level, vitriol soaking his words, “You think it’s funny don’t you? Fucking whore, are you mocking me?” It was a rhetorical question, but he reacted as if he really wanted an answer. His free hand moved to wrap around your neck, cutting off air as he bared his teeth and yelled at you, “FUCKING ANSWER ME!”

“No!” You were forced to answer, but it was never a game you could win with whatever words left your lips. He pushed you towards the bed, his thin figure oddly powerful as you tripped over your own feet and landed only halfway on the mattress. You’d been starved of any actual nutrients from his snack binges, though you were aware his own meals were prepared by a man named Kurogiri. It left you weak and lethargic, unable to really fight back, and now it seems more serious issues were arising as your legs didn’t quit support you anymore.

You could only try and calm your breathing as you heard him unbutton his pants. The scent of his bed a mild distraction for what was to come as you let your mind drift. The man, Kurogiri, washed his sheets weekly, his comforter biweekly, and did some sort of mattress vacuuming and deep clean. The mist covered man never spoke to you, never even acknowledged you existed. Your own existence seemingly reduced to… this.

Nails dug into your scalp and you could only whine in pain as the chain connected to your collar was used to yank you up further onto the bed where he wanted you. Compliance wasn’t the best thing to do, it was the only thing to do. You either did it yourself or he did it for you, and it would hurt exponentially more if he did it. “You must think I’m a loser huh? Some pathetic nobody. Let me make something clear,” his breath smelled like sugar and chemicals from his energy drink, “The only pathetic loser here is you.”

You were grateful when he shoved your face into the mattress. Grateful he couldn’t see the tears leak from your half opened distance gaze as you stared at the television screen he’d abandoned. He was right, you were the pathetic loser here. The screen was on the starting page, an armored warrior decked out in all of Tomura’s favorite equips…just… hovering.

The sounds of fabric rustling caught you attention, and you did your best to relax when you felt cool wet fingers messily prod your entrance. You stayed still when he moved completely, likely dropping down to spread your ass so he could spit directly onto your cunt. He wasn’t really speaking to you as he muttered out a mild “dumb whore” before shoving his half hard cock inside of you. It stung, his hips trying to shove himself into a dry channel with grunted effort. His hand came down next to your face, blocking to view of the tv as you grit your teeth remain silent. It didn’t matter if you screamed or wailed, he got off on it even more, so why give him the satisfaction? You clenched the bed sheets between your fingers and could only hope he’d be done soon.

How wrong you’d be though.

Tomura seemingly had something to prove tonight. He kept muttering beneath his breath about something called a “Nomu” and “Fucking Stain” but you really couldn’t understand too much. Only that he was clearly taking whatever frustrations those caused out on you.

Despite your best efforts, all your willpower, you body betrayed you like it always did. Slick wet his passage and soon he was hammering into you with fervor and it only made you sick inside because a small part of it all felt good. Horrendously good, and with each passing day, you internally began craving any interaction. Even if it was like this. Detached or full of hatred which burned so much hotter than your own despite being the victim. “Fuck- tight, relax!” he huffed loudly, his moan not matching his words before his hand connected with your ass and a yelp ripped from your lips finally.

He laughed, forcing you up the bed further to hike your hips up and force your head down to fuck even deeper into you. Your own juices making the sounds so much more erotic as his hips smashed into you, forcing each inch of him inside. You could only cry and bite back the noises struggling to come out, the pleasure becoming a little too strong as a war began inside of you. You didn’t want to give this monster the satisfaction but your body was begging for release.

You could resume your count, hoping it distracted you long enough for him to finish first.

6…7…8…9…

“What’s wrong huh? Not gonna scream for your heroes tonight?” His palm connecting with your ass didn’t register right away, but the next one did. You could only whimper and whine, still intent on keeping your noises minimal.

10….11….12….13….

“Fuck you get tighter every time I spank you. Do you like getting fucked by a disgusting villain? Who’d even fucking want you now that I’ve had you?” His tip kept nailing just the tip of your cervix and it was making stars dance in your vision. His nasty words no longer really registering. “You don’t know pain, not really. You think being immune to my quirk makes you special?” Only tiny choked sobs and the noises of him railed you into the mattress answered him.

What number were you on again? 10?

“I’m gonna fill this pussy- fuck!” You wanted to crawl away from it all but he had you pinned. You couldn’t remember the numbers or even your name really. You did know you were going to come if he didn’t stop. “Please-!” You hated it, the way he made you feel. So weak and pathetic, and he wasn’t even trying to make you feel good. You didn’t want to come, you didn’t want any of this. Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears, you could hardly hear anything anymore. You didn’t even realize the noises now coming from your throat sounded like pure ecstasy.

Tomura even slowed down momentarily, stunned by the lewd moans and cries you were making, and then how wet you were despite everything. It drove him wild.

His hips slammed into you, both hands now digging into your hips and all you could do was take it. Each thrust was met with him yanking you back onto his swollen cock, you could even feel it beginning to throb inside of you.

You broke for the first time as your orgasm washed over you, reducing you to a shaking whiny mess. Your twitching and tightening walls had Tomura following right behind you, moaning into your back as he filled you up.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, panting and struggling to regroup your minds. For just a second, you closed your eyes and pretend it was different. That you were just as your boyfriend’s house playing video games and it led to passionate sex. That it wasn’t a psychopathic villain that just fucked you senseless. Maybe he was pretending you were as fucked up as he was. Maybe you were if this is where you are now.

He pulled out slowly, his breathing still slightly ragged but he’s mostly recovered now unlike you.

The sight of you on his bed like this, limp and leaking his cum from your cunt, had him hard all over again. It was easy to just manhandle you to laying with your face near the edge of the bed on your side, where he could present his cock in front of your face.

“Open up slut, I’ve got your favorite thing right here.” His snarky comment and snicker ignored as you opened your mouth, letting him stuff his cock inside as you struggled not to gag and choke. He needed to shower. So did you. Sadly, Tomura wasn’t a man that liked waiting or had any patience. His hand settled behind your head, and then his hips moved. He cared little if you choked on his cock, the thick appendage sinking into your throat and making you cry for all new reasons. You could only be grateful he seemed to want to enjoy this blow job, hips moving leisurely and just slow enough you could still breathe. He was murmuring nonsense, and you did your best to suck and take all of him the best you could to ensure this night didn’t end as a new nightmare. For a moment, you really thought it wouldn’t, but when he hit too deep and you gagged and pulled away…

It enraged him. “Bitch!”

A sharp noise echoed, and it took a moment for the blinding pain that seared the side of your face to process with your mind as a slap. The next side followed, as you cried out and tried to raise your hands to prevent worsening damage.

It didn’t matter. You could already taste blood and acknowledge your lip was probably worse off than it began. This was the thing about Tomura, it was like he could sense your relief. He was a predator that preyed on all things comfort or joy. “Did you just try to bite me? STOP CRYING!” His hands shot out to wrap around your neck, yanking you up and cutting off all air as you had a short panicked moment to stare into his eyes.

He looked unhinged.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re mine, my fucking toy, and if I want to make you die choking on my dick you should be grateful.” He’s out of his mind, but then again you knew that already. The edges of your vision darkened due to the lack of oxygen and you briefly wondered if this was how you really died.

You also briefly wanted to.

Unfortunately he didn’t seem done with you yet, when he forced you off the bed and let you drop to the floor to gasp like a fish out of water. Choking down air greedily before shrieking in pain as the same air was knocked from your lungs. His foot connecting with your stomach had you reeling, no liquids or food to throw up so it left you dry heaving and curling in on yourself.

“Shut up! It’s your fault! This is all your fault! Why’d you get to have a nullifying quirk, huh? What makes you so fucking great? Nothing! I can still kill you!” His hands pressing you down to the floor, shoving you on your back as you dizzily looked up at the man torturing you.

You hated him. Hated all of him. Hated how violent he was. How he never asked for anything, just took it. Hated how spoiled he acted. Hated how even now, you felt a small piece of you pity this monster, as tears streamed down his face. Despite his eyes being locked on you, he wasn’t looking at you. He was seeing someone else, and the grief in his eyes was real and you hated that there were pieces of him that were human.

He spread your legs easily, your body too weak to fight back. He was shaking, even as one finger dipped inside you, his free hand was scratching violently at his neck until blood began to pour. It’s oddly like he’s trying to match your pain, or he needs pain in general to get off somehow. He used your own combined fluids to lubricate your other hole, dipping a finger in even despite your whine of protest. At least he was lubricating you this time. Small mercies.

When he pressed into your ass, the stretch and burn had you wanting to vomit again. It just amplified the rest of the pain in your body. You let the tears flow this time, still outmatched by his own. His face screwed up in a grimace because this must not be pleasant for him either. His eyes wide and still crying, as he struggles to move inside you due to the tightness. His teeth were grit and bared and you wanted to ask why he was doing all this.

Time seemed to slow down as only your grunts of pain and his of pleasure were exchanged. Your cunt leaking and and neglected as your ass finally relaxed enough to take more than half of him in at once. His thrusts were short and jerky, and he’d placed a hand around your throat for balance more than anything. The other rested on your hip, his eyes locked to where you were joined. For a sadistic psycho, he didn’t look at your face much when he was like this.

Eventually you went numb.

You didn’t feel like seeing his agonizing expression just like he didn’t really like seeing yours. Your head turned, staring at the only light source this dark room ever had, the television. You let your mind wander, trying to think of what would defeat the next boss Tomura kept struggling to defeat.

You flinched when you felt a tickle across your bare chest. Blue strands grazing your chest and collar bone as Tomura leaned his face down close to your own.

He wasn’t crying anymore. If anything, he looked apathetic.

You didn’t know your expression matched his perfectly.

You felt his pace increase, the hand around your throat tightening and something inside you knew. The way he looked down on you seemed to have some sort of resolve. Your hands moved slowly to wrap around his wrist, a strange contrast and his brows furrowed in confusion. His cock dragged inside you, the earlier pain replaced by an odd sensation you couldn’t say you disliked or liked either. You were full in different way.

“What are you-?”

“Kill me.” His eyes widened ever so slightly.

His hips stilling.

You could only lick your chapped and bleeding lips, as silence seemed to eat away at the room.

“Please… kill me.” You didn’t feel the tears flowing down your cheeks, or the warmth of his body on top of you, or much of anything but the cold anymore. You were freezing. You’re seemingly always cold and a deep rooted exhaustion had taken hold of you.

“What are…?” He looked disgusted for a moment, his eyes becoming wider as he pulled out of you and shuffled away.

You didn’t move.

“Kill me…” it was so faint he hardly heard it.

Tomura stood, an odd conflict inside him as he stared down at you. Sweet perfect you, except you didn’t really look like you used to, and he was feeling nauseous as your words echoed in his head.

Kill me

He’d asked that once before.

He scrambled to his feet, his erection gone and strangely so was his earlier dilemma. He’d been struggling to find his solution, to get rid of you like Master wanted or to not.

His eyes took in the sight of you again and an emotion he can’t stand fills him.

Guilt.

He’s a villain. He shouldn’t feel guilt or shame. Why did he feel sick then? When you asked the same thing he asked?

Did you see him as he saw Father?

He stumbled clumsily into the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

He needed air.

He returned nearly 12 hours later, showering in a different bathroom than the one attached to his room, in fresh clothes. His tv still on the home screen of his game left abandoned now. His bed still messy and empty.

You still where he left you. Curled up and in on yourself. His chest constricted but he forced down the rising bile with a mission in mind.

His eyes tracked the thin chain that kept you in the room, in his palm the key which would release that. His skin itched but he ignored it in favor of walking around you and towards the lock on the bed. Once it was unsecured, he had no choice but to move towards you now.

His hands shook as he moved to reach out and touch you. Your skin clammy and cold. He unlocked and removed the collar from your throat.

“Kurogiri… can you get her into the bath?”

“Yes.”

It was simple enough, the task of washing you. It was like cleaning a real toy, except he got to look at all the damage he’d done. You were awake, sort of, but limp and weak as he cleaned you as gently as he could. He flinched when you did as he washed over your cuts and bruises, bite marks, and your intimates. It took a few washes before he felt satisfied. Once he’d dried you with a towel, Kurogiri gracefully settled you into Tomura’s freshly cleaned and made bed. You didn’t talk, not even a noise, as he wrapped you up in the blankets and pulled you into his arms.

You didn’t speak as he cried and held onto you, whispering to you things he doubted you really could hear.

“I don’t hate you” an ironic statement for him, but he doesn’t. He never hated you. He envied you. He wanted you. He wanted you to understand him. He wanted anyone that could understand him.

You fell asleep like that, warm for the first time in months.

Author Notes:

Tell me your thoughts, I need constructive criticism on my writing flow and patterns! I didn’t edit this cuz I’m lazy and I can’t find my glasses.

I’m planning a part two cuz Shiggy does redeem himself, mostly.

What’s scarier than a yandere that doesn’t know what they feel for you is love? He’s an immature young man trying to overthrow the government and all of societal views and norms. Of course he’s gonna sick, violent, depraved.

We love character development even in our villain★彡 The LOV gives him that, and in return, Darling starts to benefit (depending on how you look at it lol).