WHY ARE FICTIONAL VILLAINS SO WONDERFUL - Tumblr Posts
❝ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓. ❞
pairings : dabi, shigaraki x reader
info : sfw & fluff. 1K word count.
summary : dabi and shigaraki aren’t exactly notorious for being soft, but they’ll try if it’s for you.
— 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ⚓️
“do you think i’m good enough?”
the question left your lips weakly, your eyes brimming with tears as you bite your lips in frustration. he sighs, brows furrowing slightly as he pulls you into a warm embrace. “doll..” he murmurs, leaning back against the bar’s table with your head delicately resting on his chest. the lack of reassurance causes you to shift your head to the side, trying to mask your embarrassment for asking a villain of all people such a question.
he cups your face with a scarred hand, bringing it back up to meet your lips with his. it’s a soft kiss, lips moving sweetly against his as his hand pushes you closer to him. your cheeks are burning as he pulls away, breath still fanning your lips as you try and look into his eyes for an answer.
“dabi?” you ask, tilting your head to get a better look.
he pulls you flush against his body before you can lock eyes, resting his head on your shoulder as you hesitantly lean back into him. that’s when you notice it— the rapid thumping of his heart against his chest, and his erratic breaths— he’s nervous.
after all, dabi was never one to get close to others. he never wanted to get close to you in the first place, but found his walls crumbling down every time you greeted him with a huge smile across your face. especially when you’re vulnerable like this, coming to him instead of anyone else for comfort— he can’t help but do his best for you. he knows that his attempts at reassurance are awful at best, but he still wants to try anyways. try for you.
dabi is holding you tight against him, warmth radiating from his body as his head rests on your shoulder. he’s gently tucking a stray bit of hair behind your ear as he turns his head towards you, mumbling into your neck.
“you’re overthinking it, doll.”
that’s all you need to regain the confidence to tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face further into his warm chest as he begins trailing light kisses down your neck.
the answer was simple from the start. as mysterious as he is, dabi isn’t a man who would spend his free time embracing someone gently like this if he didn’t love her dearly.
“i love you.” you mumble against his front with a small smile. he doesn’t say anything, but it’s not like he needs to. not when his heart has started thumping this loudly against his chest again.
— 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 ⚓️
“they killed the nomu already.”
shigaraki scoffs a bit, sneaking a glance at your trembling figure before starting his game. your head is buried in his back, arms wrapped tightly around him as you listen to the deafening game audio. the image of the rampant nomu running towards you with uncontrollable bloodlust fills your mind immediately— and you can feel the sweat forming on your palms, heart racing as you press yourself up closer against shigaraki for safety.
you felt pathetic, really. the league of villains have been using nomus for months now, but only the one under your watch went rampant and tried to attack you. sure, it wasn’t exactly your fault, but you felt weaker than the other members who had rushed to save you before you could be harmed.
“shigaraki?”
when there’s no audible response, you decide to continue. “i feel so weak. i can’t fight like the others do…” you mumble against his back.
he’s still quiet, but switches off his game, leaving the two of you in complete darkness.
“shigaraki?” you ask again, nervously tightening your embrace around his stomach.
“shut your mouth.”
it’s a harsh statement, but still a confirmation that he was listening to you, so you continue anyways— going on and on about how you want to help out like everyone else does. “sometimes i feel like i’m not strong enough to be with you—”
“i said shut up.”
before you realize it, you’re roughly flipped onto your back, tomura’s figure looming over yours as you innocently look up at him.
you don’t even have a chance to question him before his lips are on yours, capturing your lips in a sensual kiss as your arms shyly move to wrap around his neck.
shigaraki doesn’t know when your feelings started mattering to him. he definitely didn’t feel this way for you when you first joined the league, promising him with a smile that you’d work hard for him. you were just…gullible. stupid. and so optimistic.
you were just another piece he could use to further approach his goals. he doesn’t know exactly when this started to change, but he’s confident that when he saw a nomu hovering over you like that, and the sickening view of you trembling in fear, the only thing that mattered to him was turning that thing into ashes.
shigaraki pulls away slightly, trailing wet kisses down the center of your neck. “don’t say another word,” he grumbles.
his arms wrap around your waist protectively, pulling you against him as he presses another kiss on your chest. “do i have to shut u up like this for you to listen to orders?”
“so dumb…i don’t care— if you’re weak or not.”
he’s sure about it now. he wants you to stay by his side forever, clinging onto him just like this. shigaraki would have no problem killing every day if it meant that he would be rewarded with such a gentle embrace.