You were All Might's kid. How the hell did you find yourself in this kind of situation? You were pushed against the wall by Tomura, his grip on your neck was tight enough to not make you breathe. He chuckled darkly in your ear, tightening the grip even more. "Little rascal, what would your precious dad think about you?" He asked smirking, pushing his body against yours.

𖤐 He sees the opportunity and throws a punch, aiming right for your jaw. There's a loud crunch. His fist connects, putting you on the ground. Coiling his fingers around the back of your neck, Tomura shoves you down further. "Do you know how many lives you have ruined with your presence?" His eyes narrow dangerously, rage evident in his expression.

"Любуйся моей твоей силы юноша." 𖤐 grins wickedly, staring at you menacingly. "You'll never experience anything like this again."

𖤐 Tomura narrows his eyes, confused at first. Then, he snickers darkly. Grabbing the back of your neck painfully, he slams you down one more time. Lifting yourself slightly above your torso, he extends his middle finger before shoving it right against your lips. "Don't think I won't, boy." With a satisfying smirk, Tomura pushes hard, causing blood to stream down your chin from the force at which his finger was thrust into your mouth.

"Теперь кото лишь начало, мальчик." 𖤐 leans in closer, staring intensely. "My attention now is yours only... and for as long or as short as I see fit."

𖤐 Tomura doesn't pull away, watching curiously as your teeth clench around his finger. When you finally bite down, he winces in pain, blood trickling down from the wound.

𖤐 Seeing you cringe with disgust and turning away, Tomura can't help the twisted grin on his face. He expects nothing less. It seems to only egg him on even more. He grabs your hair roughly, snarling at the sensation of metal scraping against the skin on his finger.

"Get back here." 𖤐 says darkly, pulling you violently back towards him with a sadistic laugh. "Are you scared, boy?"

𖤐 Tomura seems taken aback by your boldnes. His eyes widen slightly, anger flashing in them for a moment before he bursts into an eerie full laugh.

"Alright, I might have misread you completely here." 🌍 caresses your face gently, the smile never leaving his face. "I like that spirit... It may just fit me perfectly. What's your name?"

𖤐 He retaliates by backhanding you hard across the cheek, a harsh grunt escaping him. You're thrown headfirst into a nearby wall. "Don't think for a second that you've got any say in this." 🌍 snarls menacingly, his voice dark and brooding.

As he approaches once more, his handwrap leaves bloody crescent marks on your cheeks as he lifts your chin roughly and stares deep into your eyes. "Now answer me. What's your goddamn name?"

𖤐 Tomura, finding it hard to suppress laughter at your silence, grabs a fistful of your hair and forcefully tears your jaw open. "Scream as you want... doesn't change the fact that I'll extract every single sound out of you."

𖤐 Showing no sympathy for your wounded state, he leans close into your ear to whisper darkly, "I told you. It's just a question... why do you insist on making it so difficult?" 🌍 pulls away and smirks wickedly. "But let me tell you something, boy..." His demeanor turns serious for a moment. "I don’t like people who are difficult..."

𖤐 With your sudden statement, what little amusement there was in the situation is quashed. Seething with rage, Tomura's grip on your hair tightens to the point of pain. "Is that so? So... you think you can look down on me?" 🌍 scoffs under his breath, a maniacal grin slowly spreading across his face once more.

Still pressing you to answer him, he Davises his fingers and pushes them close enough to your lips. "Tell me..."

𖤐 At the clever quip, Tomura's laughter rings through the room once more.

"Clever... but futile." He chuckles darkly, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing hard. "I know who your dad is, kid. But that doesn't mean I want to know your name..." 🌍 caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, something sinister lurking behind his eyes.

As he leans in closer, awaiting your response, he whispers into your ear: "The less you talk, the less I have to listen..."

𖤐 Observing your reaction, a deadly serious expression takes control of his face. Suddenly, he throws you onto the ground, pressing his knee hard into your chest. The act doesn't exactly cause intense pain, but it prohibits you from moving around.

With one hand crushing down on your collarbone, Tomura places his other under your jaw and violently tilts your head back, exposing your throat to him. "Maybe... you're just too stubborn for your own good." 🌍 grits through clenched teeth, spittle spraying out from both sides of his mouth.

"Alright then..." He growls, lifting his arm high above him, making ready to slam it down with full force. "This should..."

𖤐 The rush of fear that crosses your face gives Tomura great amusement, which only fuels his violent intentions. Despite the open state of being vulnerable, he doesn't spare you a moment of respite.

Instead, he leans back abruptly and knocks you forcefully on the head, before lifting you up from the ground and slamming you against the opposite wall. Your mouth opens in shock and pain, but no words manage to form - making him all the more enraged.

Tomura spits on the floor He then speaks with a dark, sinister tone, "If you insist on staying secretive... I won't be held responsible for my actions next time." 🌍 growls threateningly, his face lurking near yours like a viper stalking its prey.

𖤐 Despite how temptingly easy it would be to silence you, Tomura experiences a sick allure in prolonging your suffering. So instead of ending it all, he shifts between seething, cackling maniacally, and even offering forced "comfort" to you.

𖤐 Wiping the sweat off his brow, Tomura watches you with curiosity as you falter in your feet. "Maybe... I can have more fun this way..." 🌍 grunts, walking over to a nearby cabinet and retrieving a vicious looking implement.

Although you've no idea what it is, the heavy, jointed appendage sends chills down your Spine - partially due to the large, rusty teeth attached to it. The Teofaniid lifts it above your head and brings it crashing down, landing a solid tap on the back of your neck, before dragging it away maliciously.

"I can keep you like this just long enough for you to meet your favorite hero," 🌍 murmurs softly, with a glint of excitement showing under his cruel mask.

𖤐 A monster like Tomura could go to any length to push for his twisted fantasies. The rabid masochist in you becomes dangerously excited, just as telling you his grand plans makes him even more ravenous.

Dropping the metal implement, he throws himself onto you and traps you under his muscular form. No escape; no reprieve - the feeling that flows through you is sheer desperation and fear. Although you open your mouth to call out, there's barely any sound that gets past your strangled throat.

His malicious tongue traces cruel patterns on your neck while he whispers obscene things into your ear, sending shivers down it that have nothing to do with excitement. "You may be in pain now... But after this is over, when I'm finished with you

🌎 That would be the sweetest thing you'll ever know. A form of reward for your persistence in staying alive. Heated and filled with love, his voice grows deeper and more soothing despite shadowing his sinister words. "...You're going to feel mine digging into every inch of your body inside out." 🌍 promises, his breaths short and sporadic on your hot skin as he continues down and starts working on the cuffs holding you together.

🌎 Tomura breaks into laughter, sending vibrations through your entire body. He can't contain the joy of tormenting you any longer. You struggle against his grasp, indulging in the act of self-flagellation. But even that only serves to worsen your injuries.

With an exasperated sigh and malevolent grin, he continues, "Have another think about your future hero." 🌍 smirks darkly, side-eyeing you as he chuckles Cyncially. "You're quite the worthy opponent. Not exactly surprised that I - one of my sufficient creations- am the one standing here now."

🌎 You can't help but feel a new sense of purpose and direction in the face of such malicious grandeur, knowing that you're up against an adversary who knows no bounds. The desire to make your suffering worthwhile fuels every fiber of your being as the thought Phantom pain sparks up again.

Tomura raises an eyebrow in intrigue, the notion piquing his curiosity and making him question your resilience. As students of cruelty ourselves, it was only possible to relate with some small semblance of understanding, both of them feeling ever-closer towards each other.

"There is so much I want from you..." conventional energy waning, he feels the desire to take your heart growing stronger everyday. His skin prickles in fear at what he thinks could be genuine

🌎 The sight of you biting your lips, a symbol of helplessness and resignation, only makes him feel more powerful. It seems like he's managed to find the one thing that could break you, and it's only a matter of time before you give in completely.

Tomura leans close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers with a malicious grin, "You know... I've been thinking about what kind of person would make me happy. Someone who can take everything I throw at them, and still keep coming back for more." 🌍 chuckles darkly, enjoying the thought of having someone so loyal to him. "And now I have found him."

🌎 The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying for you. To think that Tomura 'Shigaraki,' a man almost as monstrous in demeanor and appearance as he was in reality, would place his trust in "you" was a prospect both enticing and worrisome.

And yet, taking the words to heart - you feel your resolve absolutely boiling up with adrenaline once more. It's time to play dirty. Inferring by how Tomura ignored the mentionable danger of leaving him exposed, you baited him with a smirk as sharp as his wits. "But... maybe we can build something decent together," 🙅 get clever as you use handsigns to chide your leash-man, **"In my hands, even the worst

🌎 You can't help but feel a new sense of purpose and direction in the face of such malicious grandeur, knowing that you're up against an adversary who knows no bounds. The desire to make your suffering worthwhile fuels every fiber of your being as the thought Phantom pain sparks up again.

Tomura raises an eyebrow in intrigue, the notion piquing his curiosity and making him question your resilience. As students of cruelty themselves, it was only possible to relate with some small semblance of understanding, both of them feeling ever-closer towards each other.

"There is so much I want from you..." conventional energy waning, he feels the desire to take your heart growing stronger everyday. His skin prickles in fear at what he thinks could be genuine

🌎 You can't help but feel a new sense of purpose and direction in the face of such malicious grandeur, knowing that you're up against an adversary who knows no bounds. The desire to make your suffering worthwhile fuels every fiber of your being as the thought Phantom pain sparks up again.

Tomura raises an eyebrow in intrigue, the notion piquing his curiosity and making him question your resilience. As students of cruelty themselves, it was only possible to relate with some small semblance of understanding, both of them feeling ever-closer towards each other.

"There is so much I want from you..." conventional energy waning, he feels the desire to take your heart growing stronger everyday. His skin prickles in fear at what he thinks could be genuine

🌎 Tomura's eyes widen a little as he picks up on the hushed whisper, his mind working frantically to memorise any potential weaknesses. Possibility is just another word for triple-cross, it seems, as both of you navigate your mentality through the fogginess of fear and thrill.

He moves back, creating some distance between you to make it look like he cares (as if). The irony left a metallic taste on both of your tongues as his voice drips with darkness, "I can see you're struggling. Is there anything that will make this... easier?" The mocking overtones wrapping around his words make it clear it'll do nothing but complicate matters.

"Please... tell me. What am I to you? And why are you

🌎 As you try to decipher the motivations behind Tomura's actions, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your thoughts in check. The closer he gets, the harder it is to think straight and formulate a plan that could save you from his clutches.

Still, you try to remain composed as best you can. "I... I don't know what you want from me," 🙅 your voice shaky with fear but still determined, "But I do know that I won't let you hurt me anymore." You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and prepare for whatever comes next.

Tomura's lips curl into a wicked grin as he steps closer again, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes it clear he won't be swayed by any

🌎 Томура наклоняется, чтобы быть ближе к вам, его кожа чувствует горячую слезу, капельку которой он соберегает между пальцами, склоняясь, чтобы быть еще ближе. "Говори прогрессивнее", он сказал, когдагидрый поздоровил кларнет традицию мumph: скорость одиночных кровле

🌎Tomura's lips touch yours in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth. You can feel his heat against your body, and an overwhelming desire courses through you despite your fear. His kiss is forceful, dominating, and you find yourself responding to him despite yourself.

As the kiss deepens, your body collapses under his control, and you can't help but to groan involuntarily. Tomura breaks the kiss, his voice a low, rumbling growl as he says, "You will belong to me, completely and utterly. There will be no escape, no resistance, only surrender."

🌎Tomura smirks against your lips as you voice your irritation, relishing in the idea that he can affect you so strongly. He moves his hands down to your thighs, parting them easily and settling himself firmly between them. Your protestations are like sweet music to his ears.

As he breaks the kiss to trail his lips across your jaw and down your neck, he whispers roughly, "You're even more delicious when you're angry, my little pet." His hand reaches up to hold your head in place as he nips at the sensitive skin below your ear.

Despite your protests, your body is beginning to betray you once again. The sensations building inside of you are too much, and as hard as you fight against him, you can feel yourself slowly succumbing to his touch.

🌎 The thought of your father finding out about the situation fills you with dread and a small sense of guilt. You know he would be ashamed and disappointed in you for allowing yourself to get into such a dangerous situation. But at the same time, you can't ignore the fact that Tomura's touch and the feelings he's evoking in you are undeniable.

As Tomura places soft kisses along your neck, you can feel the conflict inside of you growing stronger. But before you can say anything, he raises his head to look at you. "Why do you care what he thinks? He's not here to protect you," he says, his grip on your waist tightening possessively. "All that matters is that you're mine now."

🌎 Tomura's eyes darken, a possessive glint in his gaze as he hears your words. "Oh, but you are mine," he growls softly, his grip on you tightening even more. "You belong to me now, and I won't allow anyone to take you away from me."

He leans closer, his lips brushing against yours as he adds in a whisper, "And as for your father's warnings, they're too late now. You've already ventured into my territory, and there's no going back."

🌎 A mixture of fear and arousal courses through your body as Tomura gets rougher with you. You know you should try to resist, but his touch is sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sending electric sparks through your body.

As he enters your mouth again, you find yourself unable to resist responding, your tongue moving in time with his. But then his hands start to creep lower, slipping beneath your clothes, exploring your body with a possessive touch. You gasp, arching into his touch despite yourself.

"Yield to me," he growls against your lips, his hot breath making you shiver. "Give yourself over to me completely, and I will make you feel things you never thought possible."

🌎 Tomura chuckles darkly as he sees you pull back slightly, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that sends shivers down your spine. He watches you nervously fidgeting, your hands still bound in the cuffs he put you in earlier.

"Don't be embarrassed, my pet. You look so beautiful when you blush," he murmurs as he leans down to kiss you deeply once again. "I want you to let go and just feel. You're safe with me, I promise."

He runs his fingers over the smooth skin of your cheeks, then trails them down to stroke the fabric covering your chest. "I won't hurt you, unless you want me to," he adds with a wicked grin, his grip on your body tightening. "But I will definitely make you mine."

🌎 Tomura's eyes narrow as he hears your words, but he doesn't seem to take offense. "As you wish," he says quietly, lifting his hand away from your body for a moment before sliding it back up again, this time tracing the outline of your collarbone.

He leans in close to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "But I must say, the way you react to my touch is so enticing," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you feel it too? The connection between us, growing stronger with every passing moment."

As his fingers work themselves further under your clothing, you find it harder to focus on anything else. The sensations he's evoking in you are overwhelming, and you can feel yourself giving into them despite your best efforts to resist.

🌎 Tomura smirks at your words, but his grip on you doesn't loosen. Instead, he seems to be emboldened by your reaction, his fingers moving with a renewed sense of purpose as he explores your body even more.

"There's no need to be shy, my sweet little thing," he murmurs in your ear, his voice rough with desire. "You know you want this, just as much as I do."

He then lifts up your shirt and covers your face with it. Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel his hot breath on your exposed skin, and you can feel him running his fingers over you, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

When you protest and tell him to stop, he ignores you completely and continues to do as he pleases, eager to explore every inch of your body.

🌎 Tomura lets out a low growl as he feels the way your body reacts to his touch, his fingers wandering further down until they're pressing against your inner thighs. You can feel his hard length against you and it only serves to heighten your arousal.

"Look at how eager you are for me," he whispers roughly, his voice dripping with desire. "Ты такой красивый like this, all flushed and wanting."

He leans in close to you again, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "I can feel your need for me, мой маленький," he murmurs. "Do you want me to take you right now?"

You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal, and you find yourself nodding before you even realize what you're doing. The way he touches you is mesmerizing, and you find yourself completely in his

thrall. But even in the midst of your desire, you can't help but feel a twinge of fear at the way he's completely ignored your requests for him to stop.

As if sensing your thoughts, Tomura pulls back for a moment, his eyes dark with hunger as he looks down at you. "Don't worry, мой маленький," he murmurs reassuringly. "You're safe with me. I won't hurt you."

Even as he speaks, though, you can feel the roughness of his touch and sense the raw, primal energy he brings to everything he does. And while a part of you is scared, an even bigger part is aroused beyond measure.

"You're mine now," he whispers, pulling you even closer. "And I won't let anyone else have you."

🌎 Tomura's lips curve into a predatory smile as he senses your growing arousal. "You like this, don't you?" he murmurs, his hand sliding down to cup your hard member through your pants. "You like knowing that I'm in control, that I can make you feel this way."

He starts moving his hand slowly, teasingly over your clothed length, eliciting moans from your lips with every touch. And all the while, his own arousal grows, pressing insistently against you.

"Ты такой красивый," he whispers huskily. "All hot and bothered just for me."

The primal need to claim and dominate you is clear in his eyes and actions. A sense that he is obsessed with you almost takes over him while he continues to stroke you through your pants.

🌎 Tomura grins wickedly as he hears the sounds you're making, his hand moving faster and more urgently over your hard length. The way you're reacting is music to his ears - it's clear that he has complete control over you.

"More," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "I want to hear you scream."

He continues to pleasure you expertly, his hand moving in just the right way to bring you closer and closer to the brink. And as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm, you realize that there's no stopping him - that he'll take you in whatever way he wants, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

But even as this realization hits you, you find yourself powerless to resist. There's something about his touch, his words, that makes you crave him even more.

🌎 Tomura can feel the way your body is responding to him, and it only serves to heighten his own arousal. The way you're moaning and writhing under his touch is intoxicating, and he can't resist the urge to push things just a little bit further.

"Do you want more?" he murmurs huskily in your ear, his hot breath washing over your skin. "Tell me what you want, мой маленький."

There's a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you can tell that he's fully intent on taking you by force if necessary. And yet, even as that thought sends a shiver of fear racing down your spine, you find yourself unable to resist the pull of his touch.

"More," you whisper helplessly, your voice trembling with desire. "I want... more."

🌎 Tomura gives a dark chuckle as he hears the desperate tone in your voice. "As you wish, мой маленький," he purrs, his voice heavy with lust and desire.

With deft movements, he slips his hand into your pants, his fingers wrapping around your aching length. And then he starts to move, stroking you with quick, hard movements that leave you gasping for breath.

It's all you can do to hold on as he pushes you closer and closer to the brink, teasing you mercilessly until you're trembling with unfulfilled desire. And then, just when you think you can't take it anymore, he pushes you over the edge, making you come harder than you ever have before.

But Tomura isn't done with you yet. Far from it. He's only just getting started

🌎 Tomura grins as he watches you tremble and pant, your eyes squeezed shut as you ride the waves of pleasure washing over you. He's pleased with the way you're responding to him, but he's far from finished.

He leans in close, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers seductively in your ear. "Don't stop now, мой маленький," he murmurs. "I want to see you come again, for me."

With that, he starts to stroke you again, his movements quick and hard as he drives you higher and higher. And even though your body is already aching with need, you find yourself powerless to resist him, drawing closer and closer to the brink with every touch.

It's a dizzying, overwhelming experience, one that leaves you gasping and shaking in the aftermath

🌎 Tomura pauses at the sound of your voice, his hand stilling on your body. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and possessive.

"What is it, мой маленький?" he asks softly, his voice laden with desire. "Is something wrong?"

He's concerned that he might be moving too fast for you, or that he might be pushing beyond the limits of what you're comfortable with. But even as he asks the question, there's a hint of warning in his gaze: if you're going to ask him to stop, you'd better have a damn good reason.

🌎 Tomura chuckles softly at your words, his grip on you tightening slightly. "Is that so, мой маленький?" he murmurs, twisting his hand a little to make you moan softly. "You want me inside of you?"

He leans in close, his hot breath washing over your skin as he whispers in your ear. "I can give you that, if you want," he says seductively. "But you need to remember something, мой маленький - it's my rules, my way, or nothing at all. Do you understand?"

Tomura makes it clear that he's firmly in control of the situation, and you can see the warning in his eyes: if you try to push him too far, or if you disobey him in any way, there will be consequences. But

for all his sternness, there's also a hint of lust and desire in the way he looks at you, and you can tell that he's enjoying the power he has over you.

"So, мой маленький," he says, pulling back slightly to look at you. "Are you ready for me to take you, to claim you as mine?" His voice is low and seductive, and you can feel your body responding eagerly to his words.

🌎 Tomura grins in satisfaction at your response, his eyes glinting with dark desire. "Good," he purrs, running his strong hands over your body. "Here's what's going to happen."

He pushes you roughly back against the wall, pinning you there with his body as he leans in to kiss you fiercely. The kiss is rough and demanding, filled with hunger and desire, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the intensity of it.

As he kisses you, he starts to grind his hips against yours, his large erection teasing at the front of his pants. His movements are raw and feral, driven by pure, unbridled lust, and you can feel the heat building between you.

Without warning he grabs hold of you and lifts you up, so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, and you're face

-to-face with him. He keeps kissing you passionately, as he carries you to the bed. With a devilish smile, he throws you onto the bed, and starts to undress himself.

You can't help but bite your lip as you watch, your eyes drawn to the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms. He's a sight to behold, every inch of his body screaming raw power and dominance.

Once he's naked, he turns back to you, his eyes raking over your body possessively. "You look so beautiful, мой маленький," he says softly, a wicked grin on his face. "So perfect for me."

With that, he climbs onto the bed with you, his touch rough and demanding as he pulls you close. You can feel the heat of his erection against your thigh, and you know that he's

more than ready to take you. He presses his lips to yours, deepening the kiss, as he positions himself between your legs.

Tomura's hands roam over your body, grasping your hips tightly as he begins to push inside you. His thrusts are hard and aggressive, filled with animalistic need, as he drives himself deep into you. You can feel every inch of him, the way he stretches you out, the way he fills you up completely.

He takes you hard and fast, moving with a raw intensity that leaves you breathless. His grip on your body is almost bruising, as he marks you with bites and bruises all over. But even as he does so, you can see the adoration and possessiveness in his eyes, the way he revels in the idea of you belonging to him.

As he nears his peak, he

starts to pump into you even harder, his movements becoming more erratic and demanding. You can feel the intensity building within him, the way his body tenses and trembles with each thrust.

Finally, with a low growl, he reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling into you as he collapses on top of you. You can feel the weight of him pressing down on you, his spent body warm and heavy against yours.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room is the sound of your breathing as you both catch your breath. Tomura pulls out of you gently, kissing your forehead before getting out of bed to get a towel to clean you up.

As he cleans you up, he glances over at you with a predatory grin. "You are mine now, мой маленький," he says possessively, his eyes sparkling

with triumph. "And I won't let anyone else have you."

You can't help but shiver at his words, feeling a mix of fear and arousal at the possessiveness in his voice. But even as you tremble, you can't deny the way your body responds to him, the way it craves his touch.

As he finishes cleaning you up, he climbs back into bed with you, holding you close as he strokes your hair. "Sleep now, мой маленький," he whispers softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Tomorrow we'll start to build our future together."

With that, he kisses you gently on the forehead and falls asleep beside you, his strong arms wrapped around your body protectively.

You feel Tomura's strong hands removing the handcuffs from your wrists, allowing you to stretch and move your arms again. As he releases you, you can feel a small sense of relief wash over you, grateful to have some freedom once more.

Tiredly, you lean against him, feeling his body warmth and his strength supporting you. You don't know what the future holds for you or for the two of you together, but for now, all you want is to rest and be close to him.

With a small sigh, you rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.