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[tomumess]

Masterlist

A troubling need pt. 1 - is it just a simple obsession, or the start of something truly disturbing?

A troubling need pt.2

A troubling need pt.3

Encounter - what would happen if instead of Izuku, you ended up meeting Shigaraki in the mall?

Don't look back - you can't outrun him, no matter how much you try...

Shigaraki HC's

Stalker Shigaraki

Bus creep Tomura

Knight Tomura AU

Fem! Shigaraki HC's

[tomumess]

Fem! Shigaraki HC's

whatever gender tomura is, one thing remains certain. she is always going to be a loser. a pathetic, angry mess desperate for pussy. ahem, love sorry.

appearance wise, i don't picture her as very curvy, much different from her mother and grandmother, with her body being skinny and bony, with an almost flat chest. her hair would be around the same length, a little past her chin and she'd keep her nails long, too lazy to bother cutting them.

although after getting her hands on you for the first time, she realizes fingering you would feel much better if she kept them short.

her mood shifts incredibly fast, from wanting to be all over you, corrupting everything she could reach, to just laying in bed like a pillow princess, demanding you do all of the work. 'tch, this pussy isn't going to eat itself, you know. get to it.'

she's breathy and talks a lot, her voice getting raspier the closer she got. sometimes it can get incredibly high pitched when she's overstimulated, and she always denies it afterwards.

jealousy isn't an emotion she really understands. the people around them could never steal you away from her. tomura saw herself as superior to most anyway. but possessiveness? it made her skin crawl whenever someone thought they had the right to treat you the same way she does.

period sex would definitely be a thing. you're villains, if you can't handle a little blood, you must be pathetic. when her cramps get bad, your fingers inside of her do take the edge off. she becomes a lot whinier, clutching and tugging at your hair, maybe even crying a little from the pain mixed with pleasure.

tomura suffers from an extreme case of grabby hands. sometimes it is perverted, sure, but most of the time, she just wants to feel your skin under hers. or your boobs. mostly your boobs, to be honest. either groping you in the middle of the hideout, or pressing her face into your chest whenever she can, especially if you're taller than her.

if you ever go through her closet, be prepared to find things you wish you never saw. from your t-shirts, hoodies, and oh god, those old socks you thought you lost?? and your favorite pair of panties, of course. now it makes sense why she'd always act suspicious whenever you did your laundry. 

[tomumess]

Knight Tomura AU

As a royal, the heir to the throne, you were assigned a knight, someone who would ensure your protection at all costs. And who better to protect you, than the kingdom's scariest knight?

People either hated or respected him, his name causing terror among the masses. But to you, Tomura was just your overprotective personal guard, bothering you about curfew and staring down any unwanted suitors.

On the outside, the man was a picture perfect example of power. Tomura held his head high, his heart only set on his duty, protecting you.

But his baser instincts on the other hand failed him completely. Tomura will never get used to seeing you in your skimpy little nightclothes, and he swears they're getting shorter each time he comes to check in on you.

He can't help himself. When you seek comfort within his bed chambers after having a nightmare, blissfully asleep next to him, it's like his hands move on their own. A touch here, a squeeze there. Tomura was so, so gentle, his hands were shaking.

It was wrong, but he wanted, no, needed more. As your personal knight, he swore to make his entire life about serving and protecting you. But just for the night, he allowed himself to be selfish, carefully rubbing up his clothed erection against your barely clothed behind. The silk of your nightgown made it easy for him to feel your skin beneath the thin fabric.

His cock strained against his boxers, practically begging to be inside you. But Tomura couldn't go that far, not yet. He bit his tongue, rutting against you, making sure to listen to your soft breathing, knowing he was a dead man if you woke up.

He could feel his eyes water from the sheer need to wake you up and take you properly, have you writhing beneath him like he so desperately craved. The moment you stirred slightly, he immediately stopped, getting up to finish himself off in the bathroom, because he knew he had no self control left to lay next to the one he swore to protect until his last breath.

From that point, Tomura only got worse. Day by day, he'd make sure you only sought him out whenever you needed anything. Nightmare? Sleep in his room. Want to head for a walk? He's right beside you. Late night snack? Oh what a coincidence, he was feeling hungry too.

Tomura wanted to be the first person you saw each morning, and the last face that was in your mind before you went to bed. He may not have a crown to have you, but his sword will make sure no one else even gets a chance.

It started off small, but he began collecting little trinkets. From your misplaced hairbands, to your bedsheets, and going so far to take your used underwear. After all, there was no other way for him to relieve his aching cock if it wasn't wrapped around your soft panties, or even better, if they were on his face, inhaling what he could only dream of tasting.

The years of gruesome training and the restraint he had, kept his urges at bay around you. Only when you were asleep, would he let the composure slip. But if you were to push him hard enough, there was no way of knowing what he would do if he snapped. Would he fuck you against the wall for the servants to hear, or clasp a hand around your mouth and shove you onto the bed to ensure your sounds will only be for him to enjoy?

[tomumess]

Bus Creep Tomura

Tomura was well aware of the fact that he was definitely going to die a virgin. Spending all day rotting in his room or killing people wasn't exactly fuck material.

Seeing women everywhere, but having absolutely no idea what to do with himself, he decided to... get advice on a reddit forum. As if he could fall any lower.

Crowded buses became his favorite hang out spot. At first, he had no balls to go ahead with his plans, just awkwardly rubbing one out under his jeans as he stared at women in skimpy outfits.

Tomura was done being a pussy. And unfortunately for you and that short skirt of yours, he wanted to find a good pair of plush thighs to grab and squeeze.

He always did fantasize about fucking a cute schoolgirl. His cock was already twitching in anticipation, stalking through the bus towards you. Unfortunately, it seemed like he would have to settle for an easy grope.

With one hand holding onto the pole just beside you, he moved his hand against your ass a few times, testing the waters, the crowded bus making it impossible for you to turn around and see who was touching you.

"It's probably just someone walking by..." you tried reassuring yourself, but as you felt a hand directly squeeze your ass under your skirt, you froze. And good God, why did your pussy start getting wet.

"Shhhh. Just give me a second." A raspy voice breathed down your neck, and you could feel a foul stench hitting your face, the man's hand slipping inside your panties.

Tomura had to bite down on his lip to choke back a gasp as his fingers delved into new territory, wincing as he felt the warm slick of your opening. "Holy fuck...!" His grip on the bus pole was painfully hard, not as hard as his aching cock though. He could feel himself leaking already, just from the feel of your cunt.

"Don't squirm so much." Tomura grimaced a little when he saw a few people giving him suspicious glances, your body shaking both from fear and his prodding fingers. "Just cum already, and I'll let you go. Come on..." He tried to sound sweet and soothing, but all it did was make you shiver more, feeling tears of embarrassment pricking at the corners of your eyes, barely holding yourself together as his unskilled fingers dug around anything they could find.

The bus shook violently as the driver suddenly hit the brakes, muffling your moan as his fingers pushed far too deep, hitting just the right spot as your thighs clamped around his hand, trying not to let a sound as your orgasm hit you.

Tomura creamed his pants instantly, all caution thrown to the wind as he gave his fingers a lick, tasting what was left of you. "Mmm... Mm... Just a bit more." He was ready to pull down your underwear and bury his tongue between your legs, drool dripping down his chin from your taste, eyes widened in pure lust and unstable need, but you managed to run away during his moment of delirium, getting out of the bus.

After getting a miniscule taste of real pussy, Tomura knew that these pathetic excuses for harassment won't cut it anymore. Oh, no, no, no. Now he knew what he was missing out on, and he'll make sure he gets it again. 

[tomumess]

Shigaraki Stalker HC's

oh no! it seems you've forgotten to take your meds, because the thumping on the glass came back. little did you know, it was Tomura's arm twitching against the window frame, trying to soothe the aching in his pants, the sight of your soft body in those cute pyjamas making his cock twitch uncontrollably. now it makes sense why your socks were always sticky after walking on the balcony...

don't worry if you're walking home at night, because you're never truly alone! Tomura always keeps a safe distance, occasionally making noises to startle you, relishing in your pathetic display of fear. it's not his fault you get scared easily, and that every shiver in your body makes his hands tremble, nails scraping against his neck in an attempt to soothe the urge to just take you right there.

you've noticed some clothing going missing before washing it, and some of them somehow reappearing a few days later. there's nothing more satisfying than licking the wet spots your pretty pussy left. Tomura's chin was covered with a mix of your juices and drool, inhaling the scent of your used panties.

when his impulses got too bad, he would mess with your pills, making you sink into a deep slumber. his hands already explored everything you had to offer, his phone full of photos of you in various states of undress in the most compromising positions.

he couldn't bring himself to fuck you just yet, wanting to save it for the right moment. that didn't stop him from rubbing one out and cumming all over your face, his fingers spreading it around, and licking it off of you.

Tomura would bury his face between your legs, rutting into the bed as he inhaled your scent, burning it into his memory. he accidentally left a few hickies here and there, he couldn't resist biting your soft breasts, the feeling making his body shudder.

after getting his dose of your body, he'd cuddle up to your unconscious form, whispering sweet nothings and how he would protect you, which quickly turns into aggressive threats, saying how he'll rip you apart if you ever betray him. it doesn't matter if you had no idea who he was, he was going to make sure he was all you're ever going to think about, to make you experience all the nauseating feelings he harbored because of you.

he would use your shirt as a pillowcase, crying into it from frustration and desperate need to have you. he would return it after your scent disappeared, but he kept a few bras and panties as memento.

his degeneracy knows no bounds, he had no shame in rummaging through the your trash, eating the leftover food, licking the used napkins, reading any papers you discarded.

say goodbye to any social media presence, because you'll often find your posts getting deleted, accounts banned for no reason. Tomura was not going to let anyone else get even a glimpse you, a sight that should be rightfully belongs to him.

[tomumess]

My "realistic" (totally not biased) Shigaraki HC's

has extreme touch aversion, but craves it at the same time. it's a never ending cycle of wanting to fuck someone's brains out, but then getting disgusted at someone brushing up against him.

decent hygiene... most of the time. if he's really busy, chances are he probably won't even change his clothes. good luck with handling the dick cheese.

his voice breaks during sex, quite a lot. it makes dirty talk sound silly at first, but he gets the hang of it. if he's receiving head, he won't stop blabbering. he'd say the most vile shit, while his voice would be switching from raspy to comically high-pitched.

pre-experimentation Tomura doesn't have an impressive cock. it's probably average by all means, maybe even thinner than the norm. but post-experimentation though... all of that shit Dr. Garaki did definitely had an effect on his entire body, dick included.

high sex drive, but lazy. he probably wants you to do the work most of the time, unless he has some pent up emotions to release. get ready for the entire LoV to hear your screams by the time Tomura is done with you. he wouldn't even bother undressing you fully, as long as he has a hole to fuck, he doesn't care.

disgustingly perverted without realizing it. if you leave dirty clothes on the bed, he'll sniff them until his dick gets painfully hard. if you're not there to help him out, he'll grab a pair of your used panties to jack off with. never question him about the cum stains, it makes him annoyed.

never. submissive. i can't imagine a single scenario where Tomura would willing give up control and let another person hold all the power over him.

not that kinky. The dom-sub dynamics would always be at play, but bondage and anything else that takes more time and effort, would rarely happen.

hates you touching him randomly, but always has his hands on you in some way. whether it be an innocent pat on the shoulder, or full on groping you when he feels like it, he has to do something with his hands. you're like his fidget toy.

but you cannot do the same. maybe he'll let you get away with it once in a while, but Tomura will shamelessly move your head away if you try to rest it on his shoulder. god forbid that you try to do it while someone else is around.

extremely possessive. he doesn't get jealous, because he believes that everyone is beneath him. you're more like a possession that only belongs to him. and no one is stupid enough to try anything with you. most of the time. if someone gathers the courage to try and flirt with you, Tomura would kill the person on the spot, regardless of their importance. what's his shall never be taken away, and he makes it very clear.

[tomumess]

Don't. Look. Back.

Run. Run and don't look back. Those were the only words echoing through your mind as you sprinted across the dark street, looking around for any open store to seek refuge in. Everything was closed so late at night, and the footsteps were just getting louder.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your throat felt like it was burning, uncontrollably panting as you dragged your feet as fast as you could, hoping this was all a nightmare.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

A hand gripping your throat caused you to try to scream, but another one quickly shut you up, covering any noise you tried to make.

"Don't you dare scream after all the running you made me do." Tomura panted as he held you tighter than he had planned, barely standing on his feet as he looked at your shaking body.

"Fucking bitch... You're going to pay for this." he was about to punch you, before stopping for a moment and opting for a slap. It was less painful, but it definitely served a message in his eyes.

You flinched, teeth gritting from the pain as you felt tears welling up in your eyes from seeing his disgusting grin as he rubbed the sore spot on your cheek.

"Oh I know just the way to shut you up." Tomura laughed at his own idea, shoving you down onto the ground as he grabbed you by the hair, making sure to make it as painful as possible.

"Get to work. Unless you'd like to end up on tomorrow's news as my next victim." he gestured towards his zipper, making you gulp, reaching out with shaky hands to unzip it. You had no power left in you to try to fight, or even speak.

"Oh and if you try to bite me, I'll choke you with my cock until you drop dead." he sighed, suddenly feeling more relaxed after seeing you fidgeting with the zipper, shakily pulling his pants and underwear down, revealing his erection.

You've had no prior sexual experience, and given the situation, your mind was blank and you couldn't help but just stare at it - dumbfounded and terrified.

"Ugh... you're really a stupid one, aren't you?" Tomura pushed your mouth onto his cock, feeling like he might cum from just seeing your choked up expression as he thrusted into your poor mouth.

"Aa-ah...if this is how good your mouth is, I wonder how that pussy would feel." his voice grew shakier with each word, and despite his earlier arrogance, he really was going to cum in less than a minute. It was embarrassing, but he really was enjoying this.

"F-fuck... You better swallow it all." he spoke through gritted teeth, as you felt his cock twitching in your mouth, and it felt like you were in a trance - letting him use your mouth as a fuck-toy, hearing his surprisingly high-pitched whimper as he came, feeling the hot seed burning your throat, fitting back the urge to vomit as you swallowed it.

Tomura looked at your fucked out face, seeing the cum dripping down your lips made his cock harden again.

"Let's see what you got under that uniform..." he giggled as he went to disintegrate your top, accidentally pressing his hand across your exposed skin as well.

"Shit! FUCK, I did it again!" he yelled, gripping his hair in frustration as he watched you crumble away, disintegrating into a pile of dust and bone.

"Oh well. I'll just find another one..." Tomura sighed pathetically, trying to be nonchalant, even though he really wanted to fuck something. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he'll be cumming to is low-quality porn and weird fetish fanart of his new favorite hero.

[tomumess]

Encounter

(basically the mall scene, but with you instead of Izuku; wc 1.8k)

Tomura kicks a random rock on the pavement, wondering what the hell Stain has that he doesn't. Why is everyone so obsessed with the Hero Killer, who's nothing but a psycho dressed in rags?

He sees the mall, resisting the urge to scratch his neck until it bleeds, already getting overwhelmed at seeing this heap of trash mobs, all giggling and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world. Tomura looked around the crowd, feeling sick to his stomach, before his eyes widened as he spotted a somewhat familiar face.

"A brat from UA…" he muttered, feeling his breath hitch at seeing the girl just standing there, spacing out like a moron. He remembered her, he saw her while watching that shitshow of a sport's festival. He was manifesting that your tits spilled out of your hero suit during the last match, but unfortunately for his desperate ass, that never happened.

He decided to take a risk, and have a talk with her. He needed a way to vent out his frustrations. "Someone from UA, nice…" he said in the most casual way he could muster, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while his hand immediately reached from your throat. You froze, feeling his long slender fingers grip your neck, leaving one slightly above your skin. "Excuse me, could you just-" you began, just to be promptly interrupted by Tomura.

"Calm down and wipe that look of your face." he whispered, his raspy voice making your pussy clench involuntary, his breath against your face made your skin crawl with both fear and arousal. But as he moved even closer, you immediately recognized who this person was - it was him. Tomura fucking Shigaraki.

Tomura noticed you realized who he was, grinning madly as he continued whispering into your ear, his earlier irritation melting into arrogance at making someone terrified in a matter of seconds. "I think we should have a conversation is all… A friendly chat." he spoke, the smugness practically dripping from his tone, his cock twitching in his trousers from your scared look, leaning closer to take a good whiff of your perfume, giggling to himself like a lunatic.

To any onlookers, the two if you seemed like a shameless couple engaging in some sort of public display of… affection?? Maybe it was some sort of humiliation kink? No one knew, and they sure as hell won't find out, passing by you without a second glance…

You were screaming internally, feeling your heart pound and breath become ragged the more he spoke, his threats of disintegrating you if you try to run or fight him sounding like a jumbled mess of words, unable to think straight from fear, and the rough hand gripping your throat certainly didn't help in calming you down.

Tomura noticed that you barely processed any of his words, sighing as he began to drag you to a nearby bench. "Don't struggle now. Unless you want to die." he chuckled, knowing that a weak bitch like you will probably start crying any time soon.

Oh how he'd love to just fuck you right in front of every single imbecile in the mall, but he wasn't that stupid and desperate...right? He wasn't going to risk getting caught, and especially not while ruining this pathetic virgin's pussy. Tomura sat down on the bench, pulling you on his lap as he gripped your throat again, making you lean your head in the crook of his neck..

"It's quite pathetic that you didn't try to fight me." he began, absentmindedly stroking your hair with his other hand, not sure to feel about how soft your hair was. "From the looks of it, you'll have a better future as a piece of fuckmeat than a hero. I mean, look at you." he sneered, grinning madly at your trembling body against his lap, and when you tried to get some semblance of dignity and get off of his lap, you grazed across his erection, causing him to buck his hips onto yours.

"Oh I see… Might as well use you while I'm at it." one of his hands moved to lift you up, just enough for him to pull his trousers down a bit, before pulling you back down on him, grinding his aching cock against your clothed pussy.

You yelped, holding onto his shoulders while trying to look if anyone noticed, but Tomura pulled your hair forcefully, making you look at his piercing red eyes, full of sick amusement. "This is hilarious! You didn't even try to push me off. Instead, you're looking to see if any of these randoms will see me using you as my fleshlight." he snickered, taking a few seconds to laugh it out, before using his quirk to disintegrate your panties underneath your skirt, spitting on his fingers as he went to rub your clit roughly, causing you to squirm.

"Stop moving, I know girls like this shit." he grinned, wondering why the hell hasn't he done something like this before. Rubbing your clit wasn't all that interesting to him, and it's not like he gave a fuck if you liked this or not. He grumbled as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, before putting a hand to your mouth.

"Spit on it." he said with with a crazed expression, licking his lips subconsciously as you obeyed, rubbing your spit all over his cock, before looking around for a moment, and when he realized no one was paying any attention, he slammed into your tight heat, the obscure sight hidden beneath your skirt… But to anyone who wasn't completely braindead wouldn't take more than a few seconds to realize what was going on.

Tomura didn't give a shit, shoving your virgin pussy up and down on his cock, panting and groaning at the feeling of your hot walls squeezing around his cock. "You like being fucked by someone as gross as me?" he asked mockingly between deep breaths, his thrusts paired with his maniacal facial expressions making you shiver, but you could feel the pain from his rough entrance slowly turn into pleasure.

Your mind was already a mess, but from the moment he began fucking you, all the rational thoughts disappeared, making your brain go into overdrive from the way his fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises behind as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. Tomura paused for a moment as a group of mall security guards walked over, causing you to whimper at the loss of friction, making him look ecstatic that you were finally giving in.

"My little slut begging for more of my cock." he said patronizingly, caressing your cheek with his calloused hand, his red eyes boring into yours, drinking every bit of fear and arousal, his other hand giving your tits a few squeezes.

"Not impressive, but your pussy sure is." he sneered, positioning his hands on your hips once again, wanting to fill your pathetic womb with his seed. Tomura slammed you back onto his cock, letting out a choked up laugh. You could feel his hands gripping your hips, his face twisted into a shit-eating grin as he used you as a fucktoy.

"Hah… I bet you want your friends to see you getting fucked like a whore." he mocked, giving your ass a hard squeeze. You couldn't think straight anymore, the thought of being seen like this was the last thing on your mind. Your fucked-out mind could only register how Tomura's cock pounded into you, his scent making you feel disgusted, causing your walls to tighten around him making him groan loudly.

"You're killing me here…" he growled out, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood. "I can feel you tightening around my dick. Fucking bitch." he dug his fingers into the plush of your ass, making you cry out in pain. But that only made Tomura want to fuck you harder, but his virgin cock didn't let him - he bit your shoulder to muffle out his curses and moans, filling you up with his seed.

He lifted your skirt, seeing where his cock entered your aching pussy, breaking into a fit of crazed giggles. He snapped a few pics, before shoving you beside him as he fixed up his trousers, unable to wipe the satisfaction from his face.

You could barely feel your legs, fixing up your skirt with trembling hands, trying to ignore the fluids dripping down your legs as you struggled to move. "Oh I'm glad we had this chat." Tomura said as his hand gripped your throat once again, harder than ever before, as you tried to pry it off with your own hands.

He just kept grinning, unable to believe his luck at finally fucking someone, even if it was in the middle of the mall! And the fact it was a UA student made him laugh again. "I feel better. I can't thank you enough." he continued applying more pressure on your throat, his words being so simple, yet so chilling at the same time.

"You could say your pussy saved lives today. That fucking Stain was making my blood boil, but a whore like you definitely has a use for something."

Your eyes began to water and drool pooled around your mouth as Tomura continued choking you, and you already made peace with the fact this might be your last moment, until…

A familiar voice caused your eyes to widen further.

"Um (Y/N)?" Uraraka said hesitantly. "Is this a friend of yours or —" her expression quickly turned into worry, seeing the tears in your eyes and the stranger's hand wrapped around your neck.

"Hey…let go of her." Uraraka said, her voice trembling with fear. "This is nothing, everything is fine!" you said quickly, panicking at the thought of Shigaraki doing something to Uraraka. But he quickly let you go, causing you to cough violently after the long choking you endured.

Tomura put on his best fake smile, raising his hands as a way to calm the worried girl. "Oh you were here with a friend? Sorry about that." he got up, before turning around and giving you a smug, but threatening look. "If you try following me, I'll get angry." he whispered, walking away without a second glance.

Uraraka ran towards you, and you rubbed your throat, mustering the strength to speak up. "Shigaraki… You won't get away with this."

Uraraka tensed up, looking shocked at the revelation but Tomura just grinned, speaking to you without turning back. "Here's a little word of advice slut. Be careful. The next time we meet I'll likely have to kill you."

With that, he disappeared into the crowd, walking towards the exit, leaving you to debate whether or not to confess to Uraraka just how much of a sick and twisted individual Tomura Shigaraki really is.

[tomumess]

A troubling need pt. 3

pt. 1 pt. 2

(tw: dub-con, violence: wc: 1.2 k)

With heavy steps, Tomura quickly followed after (Y/N), not realizing that the the people around him noticed his obvious erection, as he followed after the girl, not knowing whether or not his heart or cock throbbed more with each step.

Tomura had to calm his ragged breathing, being fully aware that he sounded like a complete maniac, but the little common sense he had quickly fell apart, as his hand instinctively grabbed the girl by her throat, lifting his pinky so he wouldn't disintegrate her... yet.

"Open that mouth of yours, and I'm going to make the heroes pick up your scattered remains off the pavement." Tomura spat with an almost maniacal grin, as he pushed his little hero into the alleyway, not knowing whether or not to break her arm for making him wait for so long, having to jerk off to low quality videos of her online, but the violent thoughts were quickly turned into nothing but sick lust, seeing the girl tense up underneath his touch, as she recognized his voice immediately.

"Did you get embarrassed over losing to the pros at USJ, so you're making up for it by molesting a student from UA, Shigaraki?" You spoke, trying to make your voice sound steady and unfazed, but (Y/N) was scared shitless at the thought of what he was going to do to her.

Tomura sneered, but his amusement quickly grew into annoyance at hearing this little bitch try to talk back to him, after everything she'd put him through. "This has nothing to do with your idiotic friends."

(Y/N) felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as Tomura gripped her face and stared directly into her pupils with a crazed expression.

"You have no fucking idea how much cash I've spent on your dumb merchandise. From those little trinkets, to a whole skincare set! I bet that shit would give me a rash." he said with an almost disgusted expression, which quickly turned into something far more sinister, his slender fingers rubbing lazy circles over her face, moving his finger across her lips, and (Y/N) felt disturbed at the gentle touch combined with Tomura's creepy grin.

But the soft touch was quickly gone, as he shoved his fingers into her mouth, eyes wide in surprise at the squelching noise (Y/N)'s mouth made.

"If you bite me, I might just rip your tongue out. So be a good little hero and suck."

The sudden intrusion felt sickening, his slender fingers making you gag, but you obeyed, not wanting to suffer more than necessary.

"What an obedient bitch you are. I wonder what they teach you at UA, if you're so eager to act like a whore in order to save your pathetic life." Tomura laughed, taking his fingers out of her mouth, before promptly shoving her on the ground, making (Y/N) grumble in pain. 

He undid his belt, before picking her up by her collar and shoving her against the wall, making no effort to act gentle as he disintegrated her clothes, brushing away a few specks of dust that fell on him. 

Tomura paused as his hands reached her pussy, making an almost audible gasp as he felt your wet core. 

You almost wanted to cry in shame, feeling disgusted at the fact this was turning you on so badly, even though you were shaking from fear. The thought of Shigaraki using you as a fucktoy felt humiliating and absolutely revolting, but the way your walls clenched made your rationality disperse.

"My fucking God. You really are a slut." Tomura was almost in disbelief, his inexperienced hand travelling across her slit, touching the unfamiliar area, and worked his way to her entrance, shoving his fingers in without any preparation, grinding his erection into her ass to try and relieve the aching feeling that was making his entire body feel scorching hot. 

"I'm going to — hah, fuck you stupid." he said, sick of trying to take things "slow", and pulling his fingers out of her pussy, wrapping one of his hands around her throat, while the other was holding her hips, before plunging his erection into her, hard, letting out a string of curses at the tightness he felt for the first time. 

"This is what you get —", Tomura began, his hips moving erratically, focusing solely on his pleasure, groaning more as he saw (Y/N) squirming and trembling underneath him, her legs shaking as her fluids dripped down her thighs. "for making me wait so long to fuck you."

The alleyway was filled with sounds of Tomura aggressively fucking the little hero he so desperately craved, obscenities leaving his mouth after each thrust.

Those long nights he spent tearing himself apart over having to touch himself with his disgusting hand are finally over, since he now has a hero fucktoy, and the feeling of her tight gummy walls against him almost felt better than killing those shitty heroes. Almost. 

It didn't take long for Tomura to feel his climax building up, and he internally berated himself and his virginity, getting so pussy-drunk that he was going to finish so quickly. 

"I'm going to fill you up with my disgusting cum. Your righteous hero morons will never look at you the same way, knowing you've been defiled by me." his voice sounded shaky and breathless, orgasming with a harsh slam of his hips, laughing as his little hero screamed out in both pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.

Tomura pulled his cock out, not before leaving a hard slap on her ass for good measure. He didn't give her the time to catch her breath, turning her around to look at him, before gripping her throat with such intensity that she instinctively started clawing at his hands, choking and coughing violently. 

Tomura didn't release his grip, but his intense gaze made your head pound even more, and you let your hands fall against your sides in defeat. 

"Good. You should know that your place is beneath me." he released his grip on her neck, resisting the urge to kill her right away, knowing he'd regret it later - he still needed his cute hero cumdump for later.

"Oh right." Tomura laughed, realizing he disintegrated her clothes at the very beginning, and laughed even harder. "Good luck with that. At least everyone will know how much of a whore you are." he looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her body stained with marks and bruises, her sharp breathing and trembling figure. 

Tomura grinned like a madman, taking a picture or two, before giggling like a little girl. He walked out of the alleyway, leaving the poor hero to fend off for herself...

[tomumess]

A troubling need pt. 2

pt. 1

It seems Tomura wasn't as tech smart as he thought. Hacking proved to be quite the challenge, and he could not get any information about the hero he so desperately craved.

Tomura sighed for the umpteenth time, resisting the urge to shout at his own incompetence. He would have to put his ego aside, and ask for help. If he hid his intentions well enough, he could explain his growing interest as an...interest in a potential League candidate? No, no, that's too far-fetched... Tomura will have to think of an excuse on the spot, and swallow his pride, if it meant getting the chance to wreck his cute little hero.

... After a thorough analysis of (Y/N)'s current location, Tomura had to keep reminding himself to think with his head and not with his cock, because there was no way he could sneak into the UA dorms unscathed. This called for some good old fashioned stalking.

Tomura's first idea was to send some innocent looking fan-mail, a few hand written letters expressing his admiration for the young hero. And he added a tracking device into one of the clothing items he sent, and definitely did not use to jerk himself off. He could feel himself getting hard just imagining the stupid hero getting excited over fan-mail and wearing the clothes he stained with his cum at the thought of her.

It took a week or two, until he checked the location of the tracking device, and saw that the girl was far away from UA, seemingly heading towards a mall. It was the perfect chance to strike.

Tomura practically jumped from his seat, grabbing a few things and leaving the hideout with no explanation. He had a destination in mind, and nothing will stop him from wrecking his little hero. He was both seething and painfully erect, on one hand he wanted to absolutely strangle her for making him wait for so long, but on the other hand, he could finally have the chance to release all of his pent up frustrations.

It didn't take long for Tomura to blend in with the crowd, frantically searching for his prey like a madman, until he spotted her in the crowd, lazily walking with her head glued to her phone. It was almost comical how easy this will be, right? At least, that's what Tomura hoped for as he made his way to her, feeling his cock throb at the things he was going to do to her. 

[tomumess]

A troubling need

Tomura was a man of a large amount of needs. A need to satisfy his bloodlust, his never-ending rage which bubbled at the thought of heroes. And lust of course. He was a man after all, and how could he not fantasize about a pretty woman, all roughed up and begging for more?

...that would've been a bit of a problem, but his current predicament was a complete disaster.

Tomura thought he was a man of at least some morality, at least a grain of common sense, but yet again, he was proven wrong after staring at the picture of one of UA's pretty little heroes. (Y/N) (L/N).

He wanted to throw up at the sight of these stupid brats, training to be heroes and adding onto the already large population of brainwashed morons. He wanted nothing more than to move his hand into the screen and disintegrate this bitch, but his right hand was busy stroking his cock, while the other was frantically scrolling through all of the content he could find, every single picture and video of her in that tight hero suit that was definitely NOT a good fashion choice for a hero student.

Tomura felt sick after blowing his load for the third time, already feeling his dick twitch and harden as his eyes scanned over an edit of the young hero. He slammed his fist on the desk, refusing to act as a desperate, horny degenerate for this stupid little girl, even though she was all he could think about.

Tomura didn't want her, no. He needed her. His hand wasn't enough at this point, and he would rather choke on his own spit and die than touch another woman other than her.

Tomura grimaced and scratched his neck again and again, the feeling of sickness and overwhelming desire clouding his every rational thought. He didn't care about the League, about his plan, about AFO. Nothing mattered at this point, other than this insatiable urge to find that little hero and tear her apart. Would he kill her or fuck her, he didn't know. Maybe both, given the circumstances.

The clock was ticking, and Tomura would surely find out soon enough...