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Game Over

Shigaraki x Hero!Reader

18+ ONLY

NSFW, aphrodisiac use, repeated nonconsensual drugging, heavy dubcon themes, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, restraint, possessive/obsessive behavior, breeding kink

“You look better in chains than in a hero uniform.”

Shigaraki’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, low and smug as he crouched in front of you. The cold metal cuffs dug into your wrists, locked behind the chair, the edge of your costume torn from the earlier fight.

“You’re insane,” you spat, jaw tight, eyes refusing to meet his. “You’re not going to get anything out of this.”

“Oh, I already have.” His grin stretched wide, pale fingers pushing his hair back. “The look on your face when you realized no one was coming to save you? Fucking priceless.”

You glared harder, trying to ignore the way he looked at you—like he’d already claimed you. Like you weren’t a prisoner. Like you were his.

“Let’s not pretend,” he said, standing, fingers trailing along the side of your neck. You flinched. “You’ve been on my radar since that mess in Kamino. All that righteous posturing—made me wonder how long it’d take to break that pretty little mask.”

“You’re delusional.”

He leaned in, breath hot against your ear. “I’m hard.”

You froze.

“I could fuck you right here,” he continued, tone almost casual. “And no one would stop me. Not your sidekicks. Not your agency. Not even you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Try it and I’ll bite your throat out.”

His laugh was breathy, too amused for the situation. “That’s what I like about you. You’re still fighting even when you’ve already lost.”

He pulled away—only to reach down and undo his belt, slow and deliberate.

“Shigaraki—”

“You’ll hate it at first. That’s okay. I’ll still make you cum.”

Your breath hitched. He caught it.

“See?” he murmured. “You’re scared. Turned on. Confused. That’s what makes this fun.”

Your legs stayed clamped together even when he pushed your knees apart. He didn’t rush. He let you squirm.

“Don’t worry,” he said, unzipping his pants. “I’m not just gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fill you up. Breed you nice and deep. That hero bloodline of yours? I want to corrupt it.”

He yanked the fabric of your suit aside and sank to his knees. “I’ll make you beg for it, Y/N. And when I cum inside you, you’ll thank me.”

You didn’t believe him. You should have.

-

You noticed it too late.

The water had tasted off—metallic, maybe. You hadn’t trusted it, but dehydration was a bitch, and you’d only taken a sip.

Now your skin burned. Your chest rose and fell too fast. Your thighs were clenched tight, and heat curled deep in your gut, dizzying and wrong. Your hands were still cuffed behind you, and Shigaraki was watching—waiting.

“You feel it kicking in?” he asked, voice casual. “That heat in your stomach? That ache between your legs?”

You jerked against the chair, heart pounding.

“What the hell did you give me?”

“Something fun.” He stood, stretching his back before stalking toward you. “Well, for me. You get to squirm.”

He crouched in front of you, eyes gleaming red in the dim light. His fingers pushed your legs apart, and you hated how easy they went.

“It’s cruel, isn’t it?” he murmured. “Your brain’s screaming no, but your body’s already begging.”

“F-fuck you,” you hissed through clenched teeth.

Shigaraki smiled like you’d just moaned his name. “You will.”

He slid your ruined hero suit up past your hips, exposing you completely. Cool air hit your soaked cunt and you squirmed in the chair, breathing hard.

“Look at this mess,” he said, running a single finger along your slit. “All this for me?”

You shook your head, but your thighs trembled.

“It’s the drug—”

“No,” he whispered, dipping two fingers inside you, “this is you. The drug just let it out.”

You cried out, hips bucking helplessly as he fucked you slow, his palm grinding against your clit. The aphrodisiac was in full effect now—every nerve hypersensitive, your body on fire, desperate for friction.

“I could do anything to you right now,” he said, voice low. “You’d take it. You’d love it.”

“I hate you,” you choked out.

He grinned. “Then why are you clenching around my fingers like you want to cum?”

You couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t think. The orgasm hit like a lightning strike, raw and helpless. You came with a broken moan, body twitching, drenched and soaked and ruined.

But Shigaraki didn’t stop.

He stood, pulled his cock out—already hard and leaking—and lined it up with your dripping cunt.

“I want you fucked open for me. I want your body to beg for my cum.”

You sobbed as he pushed in—slow and deep. The stretch was too much, too good, too needed.

You hated how badly you wanted it.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, pounding into you. “I’ll drug you, fuck you, breed you—every goddamn day until you forget what it meant to be a hero.”

And you’d scream.

And you’d cum.

And you’d take every drop.

-

You lost track of time.

It could’ve been hours. Could’ve been days. There were no windows in that room. Just concrete walls, a bed, a chair, and him.

And the heat.

God, the heat—deep in your belly, between your legs, thick in your throat. Every time it faded, he made you drink more. Water laced with something sweet and sickening that turned your body into a weapon against itself.

The aphrodisiac didn’t just make you wet. It made you starve. Made every breath feel like foreplay, made your clit throb with nothing touching it. It made the sound of his boots across the floor enough to make you twitch.

And Shigaraki knew. He knew what it did. That was the point.

He didn’t even need the cuffs anymore. You stopped trying to run.

You couldn’t.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pulling your thighs apart again, watching more of his cum drip from between your legs. “So cockdumb you’re not even fighting anymore.”

You blinked up at him from the bed, dazed, your body slick with sweat. “I… I can’t—”

He silenced you with two fingers down your throat and his cock pressing back in with a low growl.

“You’re gonna take it again,” he muttered. “You’ll take every fucking drop until your cunt knows what it’s for.”

Your body welcomed him. Even as you sobbed, even as your thighs trembled and your stomach ached, your pussy clenched around him like it wanted it.

“Good little hero,” he whispered, slow-thrusting. “Just needed a chemical push to realize where you belong.”

You moaned—broken, soft, shameful.

He sped up.

“You’ve cum, what—six times today? Ten? Don’t even remember, do you?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer. Just grabbed your hips and drove into you harder, deeper, until the slapping sounds echoed off the walls and your voice was nothing but a wrecked cry.

“Your brain’s fried. You don’t even know your own name,” he hissed. “But you know my cock. Your pussy knows who owns it.”

You came again—violent and desperate, thighs spasming. He followed a second later, grinding deep as he filled you with another thick load.

And then—

The bottle.

He tilted it toward your lips again.

“No—please—” you whimpered, trying to turn away.

But his hand grabbed your jaw, forced you to drink. You choked on it, coughed—but it was already too late. The heat began to creep back in.

“You’re not done,” he said, watching your eyes go glassy again. “Not until I knock you up.”

You cried into the mattress as his fingers slid back between your legs, playing with his cum as it leaked out, pushing it back in.

“One more round, sweetheart,” he whispered. “And then we start again.”

-

Your body doesn’t know how to stop begging.

Not out loud—you stopped doing that ages ago. Your throat’s raw, voice cracked. But your hips are still moving. Still grinding back against him even after he’s already filled you twice. Still clenching around his cock like your cunt wants this.

Shigaraki knows it. Sees it. And it makes him laugh.

“You’re such a mess,” he mutters, watching his cock sink back inside you with ease—your slick coating every inch, his cum dripping from your spent hole, pooling on the mattress. “Didn’t even need to drug you this much. Your body was waiting for this.”

You can’t answer. Not with words. Just a soft whimper as he bottoms out again, cock pressing into overstretched heat. Your back arches instinctively—muscles twitching, brain fogged and drowning in heat.

“I could fuck you forever like this,” he groans, hips grinding slow and deep. “Soft. Open. Stupid.”

He thrusts hard once, and you choke—a sharp cry escaping before you can bite it back. He’s so deep, your guts twist around it. Every nerve is on fire. Every thrust knocks your thoughts out of reach.

“You were a hero, right?” he murmurs, low and mocking, dragging his teeth across your shoulder. “All that training. All that pride. And now look at you.”

You can feel his breath on your skin. Hot. Rough. Hungry.

“You’re just a hole now.”

Your body clenches at the words—shame washing over you in thick, hot waves—and he feels it.

“Ohh,” he smirks. “You like that?”

He slams into you again, faster now. Meaner.

Every thrust drags slick noises out of your ruined cunt. You’re soaked. Wrecked. Mindless.

“Gonna fill you again,” he pants. “Deeper this time. Gonna shove it so far inside your slutty little pussy, your womb won’t have a choice.”

You shake your head weakly, but your body doesn’t listen. Your hips move, chasing each thrust like you need it. It’s the drug. It has to be. It has to be.

“You think I’m stopping after this?” he growls. “No. I’m gonna keep using this body ‘til I see it take.”

You sob—writhing under him, unable to escape the brutal rhythm of his hips, his cock dragging against every oversensitive spot until you’re seeing white. Your walls clamp down again, another orgasm crashing over you without mercy.

“That’s it,” he snarls, voice cracking. “Fucking milk me. Show me how bad you want it.”

You cry out again, high-pitched and broken—and that’s what finally does it. He thrusts deep, grinding as he spills inside you again, thick and hot and so much. You can feel it flooding your insides, dripping back out before he even pulls away.

But he doesn’t pull away.

He stays inside. Still hard. Still twitching. Still watching you shake under him like a used-up doll.

“You’re leaking,” he murmurs. “Guess I’ll just have to do it again.”

You sob.

But your hips tilt again.

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“We can play ‘just the tip’ but remember: if you lose and start to squirm, I’m pinning you down and breeding you deep.”

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ASHES FIRST PT 2

Dabi x Hero!Reader

NSFW, breeding kink, post-orgasm overstimulation, mild dubcon, power imbalance, restraint, Dabi being rough, 18+ ONLY

You expected him to pull out.

He didn’t.

Instead, he rocked into you again—slow, almost teasing now, even as your body spasmed around him, spent and slick.

“W-what—” you gasped. “Dabi, you—fuck, stop—”

He laughed, low and cruel. “Stop? Oh no, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Your eyes widened as he rutted back into you, cum still dripping out around his cock as he pushed deeper, harder. The overstimulation hit fast—your nerves already raw, your clit throbbing from release. You tried to squirm away, but the restraints held, and Dabi’s grip on your hips turned bruising.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Shaking like a bitch in heat. I can feel your cunt sucking me in like it wants more.”

“N-no—” your voice cracked, your back arching, “Dabi, I can’t—”

He cut you off with a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs. “Yes, you fucking can. You’ll take every drop until it sticks.”

Your second orgasm hit you too fast—white-hot and brutal. Your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you came again around him, sobbing from the sheer force of it.

But Dabi didn’t stop. If anything, he sped up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, fucking you harder, relentless. “Squeeze me like that again. Milk every last drop outta me. You think I won’t fill you a second time?”

You were a mess—sweat-slicked, tied up, legs spread and twitching while his cock kept pounding into your overstimulated core. His cum was already leaking down your thighs, and he was still going, chasing another release like he needed it.

“You feel that?” he breathed, pressing a hand low against your belly. “That’s me, so fucking deep inside you. Gonna keep cumming in this tight little hole until it takes.”

Your mind was breaking—every thrust setting your nerves on fire, every filthy word sinking under your skin. Your body was too sensitive, too full, but your hips kept moving, chasing more without thinking.

“Fuck, I can’t—” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can,” he hissed. “You will. You’re mine now. Gonna breed you until your body forgets who you used to be.”

He slammed into you one last time and came again—hot, thick, and endless—his cum spilling into you in waves. You swore you could feel it in your gut, filling every inch, leaking out even as he stayed buried, grinding slow.

Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Your brain was fogged with the aftermath, your body slick and raw and owned.

Dabi didn’t move for a long moment.

Then—“Hope you’re ready for round three, sweetheart. Because I’m not pulling out ‘til I see your belly swell.”

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Ashes First Pt. 1

Dabi x Hero!Reader

NSFW, hostage, breeding kink, mild dubcon. 18+ ONLY

“You heroes always crack the same way.”

Dabi leaned against the table, flame-lit eyes dragging down your restrained form with deliberate slowness. Your arms were tied above your head with scorched rope, ankles bound to the table legs. Your body still ached from the earlier fight—burns on your suit, your pride more scorched than your skin.

You glared, jaw clenched.

“You think tying me up’s gonna make me scared?”

He smirked, a lazy flicker of blue fire dancing over his palm. “No. I think fucking you while you’re tied up will.”

Your breath caught—but you didn’t flinch. You wouldn’t give him that.

“Cute,” he said, stepping closer, dragging a gloved finger up the inside of your thigh. “Still pretending you’ve got control.”

You yanked at your restraints. Useless. The table didn’t move. The ropes bit into your wrists.

“Don’t touch me.”

Dabi tilted his head, mock confusion in his voice. “But you’re already soaking.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste blood.

He crouched in front of you, tugging the fabric of your hero suit aside, exposing your cunt to the cold air. You squirmed, tried to twist away, but he gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“I haven’t even started, sweetheart.”

He spat on your pussy—slow, deliberate—then smeared it in with two fingers, watching your expression like he was waiting for you to break.

“You can keep fighting. I like it better that way.”

When he pushed his fingers inside you, you gasped. They were cold, rough, unforgiving—but your body clenched around them anyway. You hated how wet you already were.

“You ever been filled properly?” he asked, thumb brushing your clit just enough to make you shudder. “Or have you only let good little pro-heroes fuck you?”

“I don’t—fuck—don’t talk like you know me.”

He leaned in close, voice low. “I know you better than they do. I know what you need.”

He stood up, unzipping his pants. You tried to look away, but he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to watch as he stroked himself—slow and hard.

“I’m not gonna be gentle,” he said. “I’m not gonna ask twice.”

He lined up and pushed inside without warning, thick and hot and relentless. You cried out, body stretching to take him, tied and helpless beneath his weight.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bottoming out. “Tight little hero pussy. Knew it.”

He moved fast—rough thrusts, hips snapping into yours, the table creaking beneath the force. Your legs trembled, your walls slick and pulsing around him. You didn’t want it to feel good—but it did.

And he knew it.

“You’re gonna cum when I fill you, huh?” he panted, voice ragged. “Gonna take it like you were made for it.”

Your stomach twisted, heat spiraling in your core. You hated the way your hips rocked into his. Hated the tears brimming in your eyes—not from pain, but from the burn building between your legs.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled. “Take my fucking cum. You’re mine now. Let them try to save you after this.”

You came around him with a broken cry, clenching down as he spilled inside you with a deep, guttural moan.

He didn’t pull out right away. Just stayed there, buried inside, his cum dripping between your legs, his breath hot against your ear.

“You belong to me now, hero. Hope that’s what you wanted.”

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