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Miscreant (18+)

TW: SADISM CONTENT

Part of: Dark Fantasies: Kinktober Collab 2021

Sadist!Tomura x F!reader

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In this room there is no night or day. Time stops existing. Everything either feels like forever or not long enough. It’s dark with cold cement floors, no windows and only one door with two reinforced locks. There is a ceiling fan with flickering lights from the bulbs being too old to provide sufficient visibility. The walls are so thick that the air always feels stale. You could scream to the heavens and no one would hear your cries.

This room is for pain

This room is for pleasure.

This room is where you wait patiently for your lovers return.

The metal ring spreading your jaw open as the leather straps dig into your cheeks makes drool ooze down onto your folded legs. A black satin blindfold covers your eyes leaving you to rely primarily on hearing. Your hands are tied behind your back with your legs tucked under your naked ass. Two metal clamps decorate your nipples with a dainty chair dangling between. You can’t even begin to fathom how long it has been since he left you in this spot calling you his ‘good little girl’ and his ‘meal for later’.

Your legs have long gone numb. Your jaw aches and throbs in pain. The spit that have dribbled from your parted lips has long since turned dry. Your nipples feel bruised and raw. But none of that matters, none of the pain and discomfort is anywhere on your mind as the vibrating dildo and bullet vibe taped to your clit viciously electrify every nerve in your body. Your own juices puddle under you from the countless number of times you came undone. It’s clear he has remote control over your naughty torture toys as no pattern is ever the same. He will tease you by turning off the vibration for long periods only to surprise you with maximum speed sending you in moaning fits.

A familiar thunking sound of the thick door opening sends adrenaline coursing through your veins. There is a shiver between your legs as your now drooling with hunger. The ribbon covering your eyes is pulled away revealing your favorite sight of all. That dark grin, lustful eyes, dangerous demeanor. Tomura Shigaraki.

“What a fucking mess you made. Coming all over my floors.” His right hand grips a fistful of your hair ranking you back, getting a good look at your fucked out expression, then soon pushing your face to the wet cold floor. “Clean up this mess, slut.”

Your face is pressed firmly into your own puddle of pleasure. Your tongue darts out of the metal ring gag, slurping up your juices. You don’t have to see Tomura to know he’s enjoying this with a huge smirk on his face. His hand presses your face deeper telling you to pick up the pace. The roughness of his voice has you mewling with heat building in your apex. He must have liked your sick little sounds and coaxing for more. Tomura pulls a remote control from his pocket and turning the speed of both vibrators to maximum strength. You scream and moan but only to have your hair ranked back.

“I said clean, not scream.”

You’re quick to return to licking your mess off the floor with tears rolling down. You moan with each lick as the salty sweet flavors coat your tongue. Tomura grabs the dildo and begins to pump it in and out as it continues to vibrate. He slowly licks the shell of your ear before whispering “you better not cum until this mess is cleaned up.”

His words of warning encourage you to make quick haste, licking and suck up the juices as Tomura laughs at your pathetic actions. His pumping speeds up and his other hand roughly pulls at the chain connected to your nipple clamps drawing out a loud yelp.

Your body is shaking with the desire to cum, but you don’t want to displease your master. You want the real thing- no, need it. Finally, the floor is clear of your sinful evidence and the vibrating has stopped and Tomura has stopped plowing the dildo into your abused pussy. He gives a pleased hum inspecting your work. His thumb and index finger lift your chin up, forcing you to look into his vermillion eyes and scared grin.

“You did so good for me. So I’ll let you pick the number.”

Number?

Tomura unfastened the ring gag from your mouth and you stretch out your jaw slowly letting it relax. You don’t know what the number implies but you do know not to bother asking.

“Tw-twenty.” You hesitate while fidgeting in your spot.

Another pleased hum rumbled from his throat. “Red, black, purple or silver?”

The second question throws you off again.

“….red.”

“My favorite” she spoke with a velvet tongue.

Quickly Tomura picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, walking you over to a standing metal bar that goes up to your stomach. He drapes your top half over the cold metal and quickly cuffs your ankles to each end of the pole holding up the bar. Your hands are still tied behind your back but he has since removed both vibrators from your dripping cunt. You can hear Tomura walking away and stopping to dig through something. You use this time to settle your breath, preparing your body for whatever is to come.

A deep red leather paddle with a few dozen silver spikes presents before your sight. Tomura drags the non decorated side against each cheek with uncharacteristic softness.

“Count to 20 for me. If you scream, cry or anything other than the next number comes out of that filthy mouth of yours, we start over.”

You look up from heavy lidded eyes, nodding that you understand. You smile as you say ‘yes Master’ in that sweet seductive voice Tomura loves so much. The twitch of his cock doesn’t go missed by you.

Tomura walks behind you, taking fist fulls of your ass with his pinkies up. He spreads you apart getting a good view of your sex and puckered asshole. He groans with desire at the view, debating to just start railing you now. But with one gentle kiss to your ass, his first strike of the spiked paddle comes slapping against your left ass cheek. Even with the metal tips being slightly dulled down, small imprints litter your skin. A red welt in the shape of his paddle paints your flesh. Your mouth gapes open with a silent scream but soon slowly closed as you mutter

“One”

Tomura doesn’t give much time between the next strike. This time he slaps the paddle harder letting you know the first was simply a test.

“Two”

Tears start to swell up in your eyes and your face beats red with ecstasy. His third strike makes your whole body violently flinch up and you almost cry out to him.

“Three!”

By the fourth strike, small punctures freckle on your skin. Speaks of blood threaten to release with another attack.

“F-four!”

Blood beads up and skin has quickly turned dark. Tomura palms his hard cock over his pants with a throaty moan. His strikes become faster and harder. It’s becoming more difficult to count without crying. He loves the sight before him. Your ass covered in small cuts and large bruises. Your hole visibility leaking, letting him know you love this equally as much as he does.

“N-n-nineteen!”

His eyes watch as the blood starts to drip, as the bruise becomes deep purple. He loves as your squirm in agony. But you’re not any better. Your love let’s him torture you. Your addicted to the pain just as much as he is to inflicting it. You trust him enough to let him do these cruel acts to you. And that’s what makes this so damn erotic. His last strike is the strongest of any before. He lets the spikes linger before he roughly scrapes the paddle across your abused ass.

“Twenty!!!!”

Your body falls limp, Tomura gives a breathy chuckle as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You peak behind you to see him with an open smile and dark eyes. His face is flushed and his chest drums up and down as he catches his breath. Tomura drops his pants just enough for his fat cock to spring out. He slowly strokes himself a few times with a single hum.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

His tone is gruff, deep and dark. Those words crash through your body and electrify your needs.

Before you can ever reply, both of his hands hook on the inside corners of your mouth from behind. Your skin is being stretch, your jaw being forced wide open. Drool fill your mouth, eventually spilling over. With no warning, Tomura impales you with his cock from behind, bottoming himself out until his balls are rubbing against your clit. As he braces himself with your abused mouth, he pounds himself inside of you repeatedly. He grunts loudly, calling you everything from “disgusting fucking whore” to “my slutty bitch”. It feels like your mouth is being ripped open. Your tongue lulls out and spit dribbled to the floor creating a puddle. Tomuras balls slap you with each thrust, adding extra stimulation.

Tomura released one hand from your cheek, only to shove his fist deep into your mouth, letting his fingers play with your wet cavity. You choke and gag as he shoves his hand deeper down your throat. His other hand moved to pinch your nose, making breathing nearly impossible. Your body instinctually thrashes around, trying to catch air, all while Tomura continues to assault your pussy with his impossibly large member. You can hear him laugh, mock you for being so weak. Your vision becomes spotty, your heart is thumping at unhealthy high speeds. Tears run down your face as your skins is on the verge of turning blue. Tomuras pounding picks up, harder and faster. Even on what feels like the verge of death, your screams carry the sound of ecstasy. When your pussy gushes around Tomuras cock, his laughing only become louder and more cruel.

“Look at you, I could kill you right now and you would still cum on my cock!”

Your eyes begin to roll back, your heart begins to slow down. Logically, you know Tomura knows when to stop, his timing and perception is impeccable. But instinctually, your body moves without thought. Your teeth bite down at the hand in your mouth, hard. Enough for Tomura to scream profanity and blood to drip to the floor.

Realization of the situation shocks you to your core. Acid bubbles in your stomach and blood leaves your face. Frantically you beg to Tomura, watching with misty eyes as he is holding his hand with the look of pure anger written all over his face.

“I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”

Your returned with only a snarl. Something inside Tomura snapped.

The room is so silent, you swear your racing heart beat is echoing off the walls. It’s uncomfortable and with your baby blue haired lover on the other side of the room with his back twords you, anxiety starts to kick in.

The squeezing of lube can be heard. Tomura hates lube, its an necessary mess and makes his skin all itchy. When he comes back, a vibrating butt plug with a long fluffy tail is attached to the end. You want to speak, ask questions, understand anything. But instead you get of a show of Tomura dousing the metal end of the butt plug with lube and strutting with his big cocky ego behind you. “You want to bite like a dog, then I’ll treat you like one” Tomura growls just before pushing the metal toy until it couldn’t go any further up your asshole. The long fluffy tail was embarrassing. You felt like some cosplay pornstar.

While distracted by the new fuzzy appendage, you didn’t notice the black leather collar Tomura swiftly strapped around your throat, decorated with a long leash. Out of old restraints and into new.

A harsh tug at the leash around your neck almost has you face first on the cement. With another tug, you catch yourself and look up with terror.

“Crawl, bitch.”

Your palms and knees scrape against the rough floor as Tomura guides you upstairs where the commotion of chatter can be heard. The plug in your ass becomes almost unbearable with every inch forward. The sound of familiar voices gets louder the closer your dragged to where the league members hangout. The only thing between you and complete embarrassment is two wooden doors.

“Tomura, please…. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to bite. But this is too much.” Your voice is a pleading whisper as you look up at him from your lower position. This is the first time he’s ever truly looked furious and certainly the first time he ignored your discomfort.

Kicking the door open this his foot, Tomura snaps the leash forcing you to clumsy crawl in the bar room. Voices became dead silent. You could feel their eyes on you. Dabi snickered and Toga was the first to make a comment. Something about you being in trouble, but over your racing heart and thick flowing blood- it was hard to hear.

Your eyes stayed glued to the wood floor as Tomura dragged you to his usual booth at the bar. Moments after he sat down, his damaged hand grips at your jaw with just his pinkie lifted. Your cheeks and lips smoosh together with the strength he has on you. Your eyes lock his his nearly glowing red orbs.

“Bitches think they can bite their master and not get punished.” His glare stayed on you but his message was clearly for the rest of the group.

“Toga, leave.”

…fuck.

You know whatever he’s about to do is something surely not suitable for a child to see. You close your eyes with shame as the door creaks open and your young friend leaves the room. Everyone else stayed, mumbling to themselves. Again, too quiet for you to hear. When the door finally latched shut after what felt like years, your eyes slowly open to the same view of Tomuras enraged stare.

“Shigaraki Tomura—“ “shut up!” Tomura raises his voice over Kurogiri. The misty man puts down the glass he was polishing and leaves the room as well. You prey for everyone else to follow, leaving you alone with Tomura and avoiding the inevitable embarrassment.

Tomura raises from his seat and makes haste to undo his pants.

“This time, you best not bite.”

Two fingers are shoved in your mouth and force your bottom jaw down, opening you wide for Tomura’s thick cock to kiss the back of your throat. All it takes is a few strokes of your favorite flavor to remind you what you truly are.

Unapologetically shamelessly Tomura’s whore.

The lewd comments coming from the onlookers behind you fell on deaf ears and all you quickly cared about was how god damn erotic this is.

Tomura gripped your head with both hands, fucking your face like a toy. His anger was directing his speed and carelessness. Tears pebbled in your lids and your face ran flush. The sound of grunting, moaning and panting from….well, everyone, had you utterly drenched. The countless string of harsh names Tomura called you became music to your ears.

After several long minutes of bruising the back of your throat, Tomura yanks you up by your hair and turns your whole body around, forcing you to see your fellow comrades expressions as you stood in nothing but ripped stockings and a strappy garter. His hand grips around your throat as his chapped lips ghost your ear.

“Make a show like the whore you are.”

A foot kicks the back of your kneecap, bring your down to your hands and knees. The pathetic excuse of any resemblance you had left of clothing is quickly ripped and decayed away. Your eyes scan over the faces of those still watching. Dabi has a sadistic fucking grin in between taking drags of his cigarette. Spinner is torn between looking away and nearly drooling from watching. And even though you can’t fully read Compresse’s face behind the mask, you know he always appreciates a good show.

You wonder what they think of you. Surely they have no ounce of respect left for you, not while their boss has you naked and collared. If they ever did respect you as an equal, it couldn’t have been for long. Tomura claimed you just weeks after joined the league. And becoming Tomuras property comes with certain judgment. The bruises, scratches, careless display of shameful desire no matter where you are. The chanting his name loud enough for everyone to hear. That’s how Tomura wants you, bruised body and bruised ego. To have you like putty in his hands. And you happily oblige.

The tip of Tomura’s cock licks up against your needy hole. He’s slow at first as he fully dips himself inside. It’s so slow, you can feel every detail of his dick pressing against your spongy walls. His movements hardly provide satisfaction when his momentum is this leisurely. It’s frustrating how little you’re receiving. It’s torture how madly you want him to just- fucking- move!

He wants you to beg, cry and plead for more. He wants you corrupted under him, he wants the others to hear you break for him.

This game of his goes on for more than several minutes. Your body practically shakes with need.

“Tomura…please…” your voice a murmur, almost too quiet for even Tomura to hear.

A harsh tug on your leash snaps at your throat, making you gasp.

“Speak up.”

His movements stop all together. You wimper and squirm under him, backing yourself up into his cock. But Tomura doesn’t let you for long as he shoves your face into the floor, preventing you from moving.

“I said speak—“ “USE ME! ABUSE ME! I don’t CARE!” You cut his words of with your loud declaration. “Do anything and everything to me! I’m YOURS! So please, Tomura….” You look back at your love with hazy eyes and see his big toothy grin. “Just FUCK me like you OWN me!”

His red eyes roll back and he groans at your words. Seconds later his cock is turning your insides and the loud clapping of his balls slapping your cunt echos through the room. Tomura pulls on your collar, forcing your head back and ass to arch up more. His other hand pinches and pulls are your bouncing breasts. His mouth bites until bruises form, leaving love marks all over your skin.

The other men in the room pleasure themselves to your defilement. You feel a mixture of pride and shame. But that doesn’t last long as your first orgasm comes crashing down and you become a wet mess. The way Tomura makes you feel in these moments are true bliss. Incomparable to anything else.

“That’s right, bitch- cum on my cock.”

The way your cunt squeezes around him sends Tomura closer to the edge. Both of his hands grab at your hips, with one finger on each hand lifted. He slams your body harder against him at even quicker speeds. With each final thrust, he grunts and growls himself to his orgasm.

“Fu-fuck… so fucking good.”

Tomura spills inside you, so much so that it leaks from your abused hole. Your body collapses to the ground, panting for air. In moments, Tomura removes himself from you and is already tucking him back in his pants. He stands up and looks down at you with a sadistic expression. He begins to walk away, with you still unable to move, keeled on the floor. You eyes go wide and adrenaline comes rushing at Tomuras words.

“Any of you touch her, I’ll kill you. But don’t be afraid to make a mess on her.”

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