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blessing your day with tomura wearing pink socks

(*´▽`*)🤍

he’s so cute 🥺🥺🥺

the illusion of free will

people say shigaraki is responsible for the deaths he caused, and while i don’t completely deny that, it’s way more complicated than just “free will.” what people miss is that he was groomed from the age of five, when he was at his most vulnerable until he finally broke free from afo’s grasp. afo deliberately took him in at a point where he was completely dependent on others for guidance, then shaped him into the perfect successor.

to shigaraki, his master wasn’t just a villain, he was his savior, the only one who “understood” him, the only one who gave him a sense of purpose after the world abandoned him. and that’s exactly how manipulation works. afo didn’t just take him in, he rewired his entire mind, fed him lies, reinforced his hatred, and conditioned him to believe that destruction was his only salvation. shigaraki never had a chance to form his own worldview because afo made sure to mold it for him.

look at shigaraki’s reaction when he was separated from afo, it wasn’t just anger, it was pure desperation. that’s the reaction of someone who has been so deeply conditioned that he doesn’t know how to function outside of his abuser’s influence. shigaraki was entirely dependent on afo, and when you’re raised under constant manipulation, you don’t suddenly “wake up” and realize you’ve been controlled your whole life.

it doesn’t work that way. when he saw all might trying to save bakugo while attacking the league, he felt betrayed by the world all over again. to him, it was proof that heroes will never save people like him. but that idea wasn’t his, it was something afo planted in his mind for years, reinforcing it over and over until shigaraki believed it as an absolute truth. so when afo was no longer there, what was left? nothing but the doctrine his master forced onto him. if he wasn’t groomed, if he wasn’t brainwashed into thinking destruction was his only option, then he would have taken another path. but that was never an option for him because he never had the freedom to choose in the first place. as afo himself admitted, shigaraki never had free will. none of his choices were ever his own.

compare this to dabi and toga. they were abused, but they never had an outside force controlling them like afo did with shigaraki. they became villains on their own terms, dabi out of revenge, toga out of rejection from society. but shigaraki? his entire ideology was forced onto him. if afo had gotten to shoto instead, then shoto would have ended up just like shigaraki.

and here’s the worst part; nobody in the story even questions it. if horikoshi wanted us to humanize the villains, then he should have given them a humanizing death, something that forced people to acknowledge what they went through and how they ended up like this. but instead, nobody even stops to ask why afo had to groom a child into being his successor. nobody wonders why japan’s greatest villain was so reliant on manipulating a mentally ill, traumatized young man into doing his bidding. they just see shigaraki as a monster.

shigaraki never had a choice, but the world acts like he did.

she prolly smacked his head with the brush and told him to go take a bath

Be polite! Say hello

Idk how it's happened...

Star

STRONG AND MANLY 💪💪💪

lil baby aoyama <333

Aoyama!! I missed drawing my sillies <333

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/N finds out Mirko's big secret...

Y/N and Mirko were kinda close, Y/N was starting off as a pro hero since they were related to Midnight, you two were cousins, and Midnight introduced you to Mirko!

One day...you went over to your cousins house, and you two were having a nice talk, until she asked you to order Mirko to do something, you didn't know they were roommates! You didn't have the courage to say no to your cousin you loved dearly, so you obliged, she told you Mirko was in the shower so you peeked through the bathroom door, you didn't know that she was...out of the shower?!

You didn't know where to look first, her stunning face, large tits, toned abs, her ass, her di- wait...she has a dick?! "No way!- Mirko was a futanari?!" You wondered, quickly shutting the door and sitting on the couch awkwardly.

Midnight: "Y/N, what the hell?" You: "I'll ask when she comes out- i-it was just awkward!" You made an excuse quickly, and Midnight shrugged it off.

A few minutes later, Mirko walked out and smirked at you, she was dressed now...but you could see the outline of her dick in her thin pajama pants, it's clear Midnight didn't see though. You were interrupted from your thoughts with Mirko speaking: "Hey, Y/N, follow me for a sec." You: "Uhm- yes ma'am!" You sputtered, getting up and following her lead, all the sudden you were in her bedroom? In the midst of this, Midnight was screaming at the TV. You were going to speak again, but Mirko pins you against her bed. Mirko: "So...you know my secret, eh? Are you proud?" You: "I wasn't peeking purposely!- Midnight told me to tell you to-" She cut you off... Mirko: "Shhh...so much blabbering." She jokes- or was it a joke? You didn't know, and you couldn't think about it because Mirko took out her fat dick and was rubbing it on your thigh...you were wearing shorts, her tip slipped under the pants leg, rubbing against the edge of your thin, flimsy panties, "Want me to fuck you...?" She whispered, her hands running down your sides, you quickly nodded, next thing you knew, you were being thrown on her bed.

𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝖼 ⋆˙⟡ ◞ ! 𝖽𝗇𝗂 𝗂𝖿 𝗎 𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾！ദി(˵ ̶̤́ ᴗ ̶̤̀ ˵ ) ✧

𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾：𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗈𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾：𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝖺𝗀𝖾：𝟤𝟪 ，𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋：𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆 （𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅），𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌：𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 ，𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝟥 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌，𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼！（𝗉𝗌．𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼，𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝖼！🫰）

𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍：𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗄𝗈，𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗁𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂 （𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾），𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗂 （𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌），𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺，𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗂，𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗂，𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗈（𝗆𝗋．𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌），𝗃𝗂𝗇 （𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾）𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋！ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾：𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖺 （𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖺’𝗌 𝗀𝖿！） 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌：𝖾𝗆𝗂 （𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈）

𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄：𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒，𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 （𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾）𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾，𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆． 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌：𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾，𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆， 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 （𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄），𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 （𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒），𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾；𝗌𝗁𝖾／𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 － 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆，𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍／𝖿𝗅𝗒！ 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌： 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋，𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆，𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀，𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 （𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅．

𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭: @princesayumi4k ఌ Note for Mimi: Thank you for taking the idea that Dabi would burn his handprint(s) into you. I love when people do this, and no worries, you don't have to give credits! ♡︎

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀⠀ I think his preference(s) would depend on his mood, but as I said in my headcanons for Shigaraki post, he'd love his lovers tits or waist, since waist is not an option, I'd say tits, he'd love to fondle them, hold them, kiss them, lick them, maybe suck on them or make you give him a titjob. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄...I feel like he and you'd be laying in bed together, skin to skin, he'd act all innocent, but of course, it's Tomura. He'd sit there and then start gently rubbing around your nipple, almost in a comforting way, and he'd get on top of you, you thought he'd ask for a titjob, but he just peppered kisses on your chest and he'd even flick his tongue out when he got closer to your nipple. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈:⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ He'd love your ass, without even thinking— the answer is ass. He'd smack it, eat it, fuck it, and his favorite...he'd burn his handprints into it, and above, on your lower back.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  (𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋...) He loves when you're on your period (sometimes), because he can fuck you in two other holes— he likes fucking your ass more though, it's really tight— so he says.

𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀:⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀⠀ I know some people may disagree, but this man loves thighs, he'd have a long day at work and want to be choked by them, lay in them like a pillow, maybe even give them hickies— if he's not that exhausted. Either way, it will end up in him plowing you, so it wouldn't matter.

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You mean to tell me some of you look at this man and say he's not an ass guy? He is the ass guy. He'd be leaning towards Dabi a bit, loving to fuck your ass and eat it, but he'd probably enjoy smacking it more than those two— or anything else.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄: You and Bakugo would be in training, and of course, just one word I'll say; flexibility. He'd see you turn around for a millisecond and stop talking to whoever (if he was even talking to someone) and just stare at your ass, after training he'd pin you down, your backside facing him, he'd smack your ass so hard that it burned like hell, growling about how hot you looked all training. But you knew damn well you looked like a sweaty mess.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒: If you were to ask him this question (or anyone else), he probably would take hours to choose. But his final decision would probably be your tits, loving to see them jiggle when you were battling, when you were bouncing on his cock, and he loved squishing his face in them when you two were alone, he'd act like a baby who craved its mothers milk.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍: He's likely the kinkiest character in MHA, so just a warning, this will be a...strange one.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ He'd say ass, he'd love it like Dabi, but his favorite thing would be basically shoving his tongue in your ass— there, I said it. He'd love eating your ass, no matter how disgusting that sounds, he'd genuinely eat it. And then he'd shove his girthy dick inside after, using his spit as lube for his dick.

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈: Tits, 100% tits, titties, boobs, boobies, manhandles, breasts— whatever you call them— he loves them. If you can think of anything that has to do with tits and sex, you and him have done it. With his quirk, it gets interesting, he'd shock your nipples and sometimes it gets dangerous, but it's kind of exciting, in a way.

𝐑 𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄? — 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒

𖤐 synopsis: touya finds himself desperately drawn to his equally dangerous colleague during an elegant gala, revealing vulnerability beneath his scarred exterior as he struggles with newfound emotions while they maintain control of their complicated dynamic.

𖤐 trigger warnings: mentions of violence, implications of criminal activity, power dynamics, manipulation, and descriptions of physical scarring.

𖤐 pairing: touya (dabi) todoroki x villain! gn! reader

𖤐 side note: this was my first actual fic i made..I just decided to post it now cause I’m obsessed with the song again...

the grand hall of the underground villain society's annual gala shimmered with danger and decadence. crystal chandeliers cast shadows across the marble floors where villains of all calibers mingled, their formal attire a stark contrast to the chaos they usually wrought.

you adjusted your gloves, running a finger along the intricate design that concealed the weapon beneath. as a newer but rapidly rising member of the paranormal liberation front, you'd earned your invitation through a string of perfectly executed missions that had left authorities baffled and the villain world impressed.

"enjoying the view?" a low, raspy voice asked from behind.

you didn't need to turn to recognize who it belonged to. the faint scent of ash and that distinctive voice gave him away instantly. dabi. the plf's flame villain with a penchant for destruction and a mysterious past that nobody dared question.

"i'm observing," you replied coolly, taking a sip of champagne. "there's a difference."

you finally turned to face him, allowing yourself a moment to appreciate how the formal black suit complemented his stapled skin and piercing turquoise eyes. unlike his usual casual attire, tonight he'd made an effort. the jacket hugged his lean frame, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of his scarred chest.

"you clean up surprisingly well," you remarked with a half-smile.

"don't sound so shocked." his eyes never left yours as he moved closer. "though i could say the same about you. almost didn't recognize you without blood on your clothes."

you laughed softly, the sound drawing attention from nearby villains who quickly averted their gaze when dabi shot them a warning look.

"dance with me," he said suddenly, not quite a question but not entirely a command either.

you raised an eyebrow. "i didn't take you for a dancer, dabi."

"there are many things you don't know about me." he extended his hand, his eyes betraying a vulnerability that his smirk tried to mask. "yet."

the string quartet in the corner began playing something slow and haunting as you placed your hand in his. his skin was unnaturally warm—a side effect of his quirk—as he led you to the dance floor.

"i've been watching you," he confessed as his hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer than necessary. "since that mission in hosu city. the way you took down those pro heroes without hesitation... it was beautiful."

"careful," you warned playfully. "people might think you're developing feelings."

his grip tightened slightly. "would that be so terrible?"

you studied his face, noting the intensity behind his casual expression. dabi was known for his indifference, his detachment. yet here he was, holding you like you might disappear if he let go.

"you know how this works," you reminded him. "people like us don't do attachments."

the music swelled as he spun you effortlessly, bringing you back against his chest with practiced precision.

"tell me something," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "are you just using me to pass the time? or is there more?"

you pulled back slightly to look at him. "that's a dangerous question."

"i'm a dangerous man."

around you, other villain couples danced, their faces masks of calculated charm and hidden agendas. everyone was playing a role tonight. everyone except dabi, whose eyes burned with something raw and unfiltered.

"every time you walk away," he continued, his voice dropping lower, "i find myself wondering if you'll come back. it's maddening."

"dabi—"

"i go crazy," he interrupted, "because being anywhere but with you isn't where i want to be. do you understand what that's like? to have someone crawl under your skin that deep?"

the music faded into the background as you studied him. this wasn't the dabi that the league knew—the apathetic, sardonic villain who cared only for his mysterious agenda. this was someone else entirely.

"you're acting like i own you," you said carefully.

his laugh was bitter and short. "maybe you do. isn't that what this is? you pull the strings, and i follow. like a damn puppet."

the song ended, but neither of you moved to separate. around you, villains exchanged partners, clinked champagne glasses, and plotted their next atrocities. but in your small bubble on the dance floor, something electric and dangerous was building.

"let's get some air," you suggested, acutely aware of how his fingers were now intertwined with yours.

he followed you through the grand ballroom, past clusters of villains deep in conversation, and out onto a deserted balcony overlooking the city lights below. the night air was cool against your skin, a welcome relief from the heat of the ballroom—and from dabi's proximity.

"better?" you asked, leaning against the stone railing.

instead of answering, he moved behind you, his hands gripping the railing on either side of you, effectively trapping you between his body and the stone.

"no," he said simply. "not better at all."

you turned to face him, your back now against the railing. "what is it you want from me, dabi? we've had our fun, haven't we? the missions, the nights afterward..."

"is that all this is to you? fun?" his eyes narrowed, blue flames briefly flickering at his fingertips before he controlled them. "because for me, it's become something else entirely."

"careful," you warned again. "shigaraki wouldn't approve of... complications within the ranks."

"i don't give a damn what shigaraki thinks." dabi leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. "i only care about one thing right now."

"and what's that?"

"whether i'm yours," he said, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the party inside. "because you sure as hell are mine."

there it was—the raw desperation beneath his usual controlled facade. you'd seen glimpses of it before: in the way his eyes followed you during meetings, how his hand lingered on yours when passing equipment, the unnecessary risks he took to protect you during missions.

"this isn't you," you said softly. "the dabi i know doesn't beg."

something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "maybe you don't know me as well as you think."

his lips crashed against yours then, hot and demanding. it wasn't your first kiss—far from it—but there was something different about this one. something desperate and consuming that made your head spin.

when you finally broke apart, his breathing was ragged. "tell me you feel it too."

you reached up, tracing one of the staples that held his scarred skin together. "i've never seen you like this before."

"answer the question." his voice was strained. "am i yours? are you mine? i need to know i'm not just losing my mind here."

the vulnerability in his question struck you. for all his power, all his danger, in this moment, dabi was laying himself bare—something neither of you were accustomed to doing.

"we're villains," you reminded him. "we take what we want."

"and what do you want?" he searched your eyes for an answer.

you considered your options carefully. attachment in your world was a liability, a weakness that could be exploited. but there was something intoxicating about having one of the plf's most feared villains looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

"maybe i want you," you admitted finally. "but on my terms."

a slow smile spread across his face, transforming his features into something almost beautiful in its dangerous intensity. "i can live with that."

inside, the party continued—villains plotting, forming alliances, and breaking them just as quickly. but on the balcony, something new was taking shape between you and dabi—something that burned hotter than his blue flames and cut deeper than any weapon.

"you should know," he said, his fingers tracing a path down your arm, "i'm not good at sharing. what's mine is mine."

"i don't recall agreeing to be yours exclusively," you challenged, enjoying the flash of jealousy that crossed his face.

"you will," he promised, his confidence returning though the desperate need still lingered in his eyes. "i can be very persuasive."

the sound of the balcony door opening interrupted your exchange. toga's cheerful voice called out, "there you are! shigaraki's about to make an announcement. something big!"

dabi didn't take his eyes off you as he replied, "we'll be there in a minute."

when the door closed again, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "this conversation isn't over."

"i wouldn't expect it to be," you replied, straightening his tie with deliberate slowness. "but don't forget who's in control here."

his answering smile was equal parts submission and challenge. "wouldn't dream of it."

as you both rejoined the gathering inside, dabi's hand possessively at the small of your back, you knew that things had shifted irrevocably between you. in a world where power was currency and weakness meant death, you'd somehow gained the most dangerous kind of leverage—complete devotion from a man who burned everything he touched.

and despite everything you knew about the dangers of attachment in your line of work, you couldn't deny the thrill that came with it.

after all, what was villainy without a little risk?

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