#boku no hero academia tomura

Paring: Dabi x Female Hero Reader 
Characters: Dabi, Izuku Midoriya, Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Keigo Takami
Rating: SFW with some themes

Hi there! Welcome to the final part of this lil story thing. Please make sure you have read both Part 1andPart 2 before reading this. Hope you enjoy <3

The days seemed to blur together after your run-in with him.As you glanced around the city, your mind took you back to that day…

“Be mine.”
Your jaw dropped from pure shock. “Fucking pardon?!” You spewed. 
“I want you to be mine.” Those were the last words you expected to hear from this… villain. 
“Are you mental? Absolutely not!” You whined with furrowed brows. You ducked your head underneath his arms and free yourself from his poorly thought-out trap. 
“Why not?” He asked. His voice almost sounding genuinely intrigued. 
“Why not?!” You mock. “Listen here buttercup–” You wave your finger in his face, pointing directly at the smiling man that stood by your fingertip. “YOU are a bad guy. A criminal. I am a hero. The one you’re supposed to be avoiding. Starting to pick up what I’m putting down?” 
Dabi poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Yeah I get it. So… your answer?”
His defiance was nothing less than irritating. “Did you not hear me the first time? No.”
“Hm. Okay.” His eyes lowered as he inhaled deeply. “I’m gonna give you a week to think it over. Change your mind, come find me. If your answer is still the same, then I’ll leave you alone.” Your mouth opened as if it were to say something, but nothing came out. “Sound good, Princess?” 
“I…” You were at a loss for words. He really wasn’t giving up. One last flash of his cocky smile and he was gone…

“Y/N!” A voice calls out. You turn to see a bubbly Izuku Midoriya. “Hey you okay? You’ve been acting kinda off lately. Hero work getting too much?” He was sweet. Always worrying about you.
“Hey Zu, I’m alright. Just a lot of things on my mind.”
Midoriya nodded with a slight frown. His bottom lip pursed into a pout. “I get that… Well I hope you’re okay! Always here if you need me!” He beamed.
“ThanksDeku.” He laughs as you impersonate the angry pomeranian that is Bakugo. You ruffle his hair and smile to him. “Hey…” Midoriya’s eyes quickly shot up to yours. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course!”
“If you had to make a choice…” You pause gathering your thoughts. “And one of the outcomes is so morally wrong but you know deep down… you want it, what would you do?”
Midoriya spoke no words to you. He mumbled at the speed of light to himself before snapping out of it. “I think… if it isn’t hurting anybody then it can’t be too awful.”
An odd sense of guilt washed over you. Dabi was a villain. IS a villain. “Thanks.” You urge yourself to say.
“No problem!”
As you trail off into the distance, you pull out your phone. “Hey, Keigo? I need a favour.”

Dabi lazily slouched himself over the bar. Yawning at the lacking excitement going on the in league.
“What’s up with scars over there?” Shigaraki hisses to Kurogiri.
Kurogiri shrugs whilst cleaning a glass. “Wouldn’t know. He seems bored to me.” With all the heroes quickly putting stops to every plan they demised, it was no wonder there wasn’t much to do. 
The door to the bar swung open. They turned to see a grinning Hawks standing beside you, a lowranking hero that they knew was powerful. “Hey hey hey! How we doin’ folks?” Hawks boasted. 
“Y/N…” Dabi smirked as he lifted his head from the bar.
“You’re coming with me.” You say, gripping him by the collar.
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles, sending a quick ‘it’s fine’ signal to the other league members. 

“So… looks like you’ve come to find me–”
“Zip it pyromaniac.” You say, staring him down with your arms folded over your chest. “You better listen real close, understand.” He licked his teeth with a smoulder and nods. “If this is happening, I have a few rules.”
“Why of course Miss Goody.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to protect you.” He seems taken aback. “You so much as pickpocket someone or graffiti something, I will take you in. Don’t think that this…” You hesitate as you reach the word. “relationship… is a ticket to doing whatever the hell you want, because it’s not.” Dabi remains silent, nodding gently along with your words. “I will try and lure you into traps. I will do whatever i can in my power to take you down. Am I understood?” You take a deep breath and await his response.
“That’s all?” He asks smugly. “Understood every word from your cute little mouth.” 
You frown as your cheeks flush. “W-well good!” You scramble after your confidence. “As long as I’m protecting the streets, I don’t want to hear your name even muttered.”
“Can’t promise that, Princess.” Dabi lifts his hand to your face. Thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “So. The verdict?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I guess we can give it a shot.” You mumble under your breath.
“So cute–” He grips his hands beneath your thighs and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I can’t wait to corrupt my pretty little doll.” One last smirk, one you had seen so many times in the past few years. Holding you steady with one arm, he used his free one to pull you in to his lips by the nape of your neck. 
You pull back from the kiss. “You’d better not be using me.” You growl.
“Never, Princess.”

He crusty, he dusty, he musty.

Some uh pose practice with shigaraki

Crusty dusty boy

Anon Request: “Can I request having birthday sex with shiggy pls ( bonus points if shiggy was a sub) ”

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Dom!Reader

Summary:It’s Your Birthday and you feel as though no one really wants to celebrate it with you. Turns out, Shiggy actually has something VerySpecial Planned. Don’t worry you’ll enjoy unwrapping this gift. 

Warnings:NSFW, Bondage, Edging, Oral (M. Receiving), Birthday Sex. No protection (Don’t do That)
 Sub!Shigaraki 

18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1 562

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The night air feels cool against your skin. Every step back to the old warehouse keeps getting heavier and heavier. For whatever reason, Shigaraki had made you work on your birthday. It wasn’t so much the work that pissed you off, more like the sheer amount of it. The moon is sitting high in the sky, yet another reminder of how late it is.

“Where are you?” You ask Dabi over the phone.

He responds back vaguely, “I’m out. Toga, Twice and Compress are with me”

You blink in surprise. Those four went out together? Hope flared briefly. A thought crossing your mind. Perhaps they were planning something for your birthday. A suprise.

“Out where? You’re Wanted,” you shoot back. Bullshit, they were probably back home decorating or something. That’s why they sent you on a wild goose chase.

“Out,” he fires back, his voice slightly muffled. The sound of loud music begins to play in the background which only adds to your growing excitement. However, before you can say anything else, he ends the call like the rude piece of shit he is. No matter, you were rounding the last corner now. 

But, the silence stills you. It makes you pause for a moment. The lack of the music that you’d heard on the phone makes you stop your movements. He’s actually out. The street is dead quiet. The building hovers over you, still as the night.

Disappointment sags in your gut. The ugly emotion drowning out your happiness. The League of Villains is a group of individuals with heinous crimes listed beneath their names. Of course they wouldn’t give a crap about birthdays. Most of us have parental trauma and have never even celebrated before.

You open your messages. Nothing. Not even from Shigaraki. Tomura and you started dating two months ago. For his birthday you had baked a cake and given him a small present. But apparently, he didn’t give a crap about yours. Your heart squeezes. You suddenly feel like a fool. Perhaps, he doesn’t care as much? Or maybe he didn’t actually like his gift?

You open the front door and turn on the light. No party streamers. No one yells ‘surprise’ at you. No one is even here. The entire building is silent and for the first time in a long time, the feeling of hopelessness swells over you. For once, you hoped that you would spend your birthday with people who care about you. Apparently you don’t even spend your regular days with people who care about you.

That is until you swing the door open to the living room. The plan was supposed to be: Stuff face with food and drown in Netflix. But Now.

Holy Mother of all that is Holy.

Sweet Jesus. 

The living room is really nothing special. A small room with a cheap wooden coffee table in the middle surrounded by couches. On the far end there’s a TV. That’s about it.

Give me strength, you send a silent prayer.

However now, the space has truly become rather beautiful. Sitting on the coffee table, squirming, trying desperately to not look too uncomfortable is Tomura Shigaraki.

Your breath catches. He’s truly a sight to behold. Completely nude except for the multiple layers of ribbon covering his broad chest. A bow tied neatly around his throat. The blood red ribbon slithered over his arms, wrapped around his torso before binding his legs, keeping his ankles and wrists tied together. He whimpered. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you say. Your voice rolls off your tongue. Your earlier disappointment is completely forgotten. Things have gotten interesting.

Beside him is a note, scrawled in his messy handwriting: “Come Unwrap Your Gift”

You smirk. Maybe you will. You stand in front of him. One hand reaches out to grab his chin as you tilt it slightly to the side. You love how the red ribbon contrasts beautifully with his pale skin.

“Red suits you”, you whisper.

Your other hand fingers the bow around his neck before tugging it forward. You smile at how easily he complies. His willingness to follow through. 

His Obedience

 Hand still on his chin, you tilt it roughly to face you. A smile curls on your lips. His eyes stare back at you. Nothing but pure lust. A deep seated need.

You spread his legs and kneel before him. Eyes connected to each other. Positioning yourself between his legs you take note of him. He’s already hard and throbbing. Your hand reaches forward to grasp him. Feather light touches gently caressing his smooth length. You listen to him groan at your teasing.

You brush your thumb over the tip before grasping him more firmly. Slowly you pump him. Sliding up and down his growing length as it throbs beneath your fingertips. His steady pants only spur you on.

Shigaraki was never good at sitting still.

Gently, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. You drive him crazy with your movements. Your tongue rubbing up the shaft before sucking deeply. You know he’s close. You can feel it. His mouth shudders out delicious moans over and over again.

He’s about to release when you stop dead. Taking your mouth off of him, his hips unconsciously buck upwards. His hands strain against the ropes. You throw him a sympathetic look before placing a wet kiss on the inside of his thigh. Poor thing.

You lift your self upwards and push him onto his back. He doesn’t resist. He simply falls back. He’s waiting patiently. Well, as patient as one can be with his raging hard-on. You begin to undress slowly, giving him the courtesy of a show. You avoid his gaze and listen closely as his breath hitches as you remove the last article of clothing. Finally, you meet his eyes, you let him watch as your eyes turn feral.

You straddle him. Pin his hands above him. Both hands roam over his chest. Reveling in the feel of him beneath your palms. Your fingers slide beneath the ribbon and you tug on it. Toying with the ribbon. You can tell how desperately he’s trying to remain still but he can’t help but shudder when your mouth lands on his nipple. You twirl your tongue around the hardening bud. His hips buck upwards. He’s trying to grind into you. Searching for some sort of friction.

You give him none.

You raise yourself upwards and grip his hair into your hands. Soft locks entangling into your fingers as you pull his head back. His neck is exposed to you. You lean down, and gently nibble on his earlobe.

“Sit Still,” you murmur sharply into his ear.

He does. You press a kiss to his jaw.

“Good Boy,” you purr.

He shudders. He moans. But he does not move.

You move back to your original task of playing with his nipples. You allow your tongue to dance between the two. You can feel how difficult the struggle is. His hands constantly tug on the restraints and his voice simply seeps out of him. Moans escape him easily along with short breaths and the occasional cuss.

Finally, you can barely hold it anymore and one look at Shiggy, you can tell, neither can he. You sit up and guide him to you. Placing him at your opening, you sink down on him until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. His back arches deliciously. 

Like this, you begin to rock. You spell his name out with your hips and then you spell out yours until he’s screaming it. You keep his hands above his head while he bucks and thrashes. He’s begging for release.

“Y/N!! Please,” He yells

Finally, he reaches the release he’s been craving for, you muffle his shouts with your mouth as you climax together. You kiss him deeply, trying to convey your emotions.

The overwhelming love you feel for him. As he calms down, you untie the ribbon and help him up. You place kisses along his jaw and peck his lips. 

He’s still breathing deeply as you clean him up several minutes later. His sleepy eyes watch your every move. When you motion for him to stand he lazily swings an arm around you, placing a kiss to your temple.

You help him back into your shared room and cuddle up with him. Shigaraki’s rough voice echoes in the now quiet space.

“Did you enjoy your gift?”

You kiss him on the nose, before telling him that it’s been the best one thus far.

BONUS:

Dabi, Toga, Twice and Mr. Compress walk down a narrow street, looking for something to entertain them. Street lights flickered on and off illuminating the odd group as they waltzed along the pavement. Toga speaks animatedly with Mr Compress about god knows what while Twice catches up to Dabi. Their footsteps fall in line with one another.

“Do you know why we were sent away for Y/N’s birthday?”

Dabi doesn’t look at Twice. He simply keeps walking, not really wanting to share his thoughts on the matter. However, Twice continues.

“I just assumed that she’d want to spend it together.”

Toga and Mr. Compress share a look but say nothing.

Eventually, Dabi angles his head to acknowledge Twice.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, but when we get back,” he says evenly, leveling a look at Twice, “Don’t touch anything”

@jinxqsu​

Request:  “ Hey I’m a really new follower but I like your writing a lot♥️ anywho- since requests are open- I just went through a messy breakup litteraly 3 hours ago and I just want comfort lmao idrc which character (idk who to choose I’m sorry) but shigaraki is probably my fav MHA character if that helps”

Pairing:Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Summary:After ending your long term relationship you return back to headquarters feeling terrible. You probably look worse. All you want to do os avoid everyone and hide away but Shigaraki sees you and offers a comforting Shoulder to cry on.

Warnings:None, Fluff fic. Soft!Shigaraki

A/N: I hope this Fic came out the way you wanted it to and that you’re feeling better.

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Why?

That was the only thought turning in your head the whole way back to Base.

Why did it end?

Why did it go Wrong?

Why did it have to hurt?

Nausea crawled up your throat and made you dizzy. Head spinning you reached forward to open the door. Inside the base, it was empty. Not a single soul was milling around. Perfect. You didn’t need Dabi’s jokes or Toga’s pity. And as appreciated as it would probably be, you didn’t want Twice’s awkward attempts to make you feel better either. You want to crawl up into a ball. You want to hide away for a week. Drown in your sorrow and mourn for the dead relationship.

You want to disappear. Possibly forever. Your heart clenches at the idea. You will not see them anymore and if you do, what kind of terrible encounter would it lead to?

The sound of creaking hinges draws your attention and you pause. You’re standing before your door, ready to open it and bury yourself in blankets and tissues. Your eyes are still red from crying. You sniffle.

“Y/N?”

His rough voice echoes down the hall. A fool. You feel like a damned fool. As a new recruit, the last thing you want is Shigaraki to see you in such a sorry state but his words send a shiver through you. All he uttered was your name, but it rolled off his tongue delicately.

Your heart squeezes as you turn around. Shigaraki stands at the end of the hallway. His gaze seemed to study you from head to toe. His eyes wandering over your arms and legs as if he’s looking for something. As if inspecting for some kind of clue as to why you are crying. He’s dressed in a surprisingly casual manner. Jeans and an old T-shirt, no hands in sight. His pale blue hair hangs loose around his face, strands of hair fall across his eyes. His hair looks soft, you want to wrap your fingers around it and find out just how soft.

“What happened?” he asks. His normally cool manner is disturbed. His eyes narrow and fists clench at his sides. The bite in his voice surprises you.

You don’t know if you should tell him. The situation feels private and he’s your boss. Your personal affairs shouldn’t concern him. Does he even care or is he simply being polite?

But you have no one to talk to. The pain swelling in your chest needed some form of release and so you couldn’t help but want to let the dam burst. Tell him your sorrows and woes. A small part of your mind urged you to do it, urged you to trust him. So, you do.

You tell him everything. You let out all your worries and regrets. You tell him about your failed relationship. The highs. The Lows. Eventually you tell him why you broke up. You tell him the details that you originally weren’t supposed to. You even tell him how insecure you feel about it. Your sudden doubt about whether or not the relationship should’ve ended has been clawing at you since you saw them turn tail and leave.

Shigaraki listens in quiet contemplation. He moves to lean on the wall but his eyes do not stray from your figure. In this hallway you feel like an idiot. Snot and Tears running down your face You’re currently dumping all your baggage on the man you’ve known for, what? Three weeks?

But the ball’s rolling and everything is spilling out in a mess. A jumbled mass of words broken up by your occasional hiccups and wailings. A small part of you tells you to stop, to remember that this is your boss and he doesn’t give a shit. The larger part, the one that needs to vent, doesn’t give a shit either so you don’t stop. Your frustration pour out like a raging river until it eventually trickles to a stream.

When you’re done, there is nothing but silence. It stretches out between the two of you. The awkwardness of the situation finally hitting you. He feels miles away and now you feel silly. Shame burns on your cheeks as you realize what you’ve done.

“Are you done now?” Shigraki asks.

You nod. He doesn’t hesitate before righting himself and striding towards you. You Panic but don’t move, you have no idea what he’s thinking but the idea of being kicked out of the league scares you. The invasive thought slams into you and you wish you could eat your words and act as if nothing happened. Your eyes remain attached to his. He moves closer and you attempt to stutter out an apology but the words get stuck in your throat. You feel stupid. Ashamed even.

However, Shigaraki does something unexpected. His right arm grips onto your wrist and he tugs you towards him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he’s engulfed you. His soft warmth envelops you and your tears surge forward again. You sniffle against him and try to push away.

“Your shirt-”, you attempt to warm him. Shigaraki only laughs before dragging you back into the safety of his arms. You place your head on his chest as he rests his chin on your head. Your sobs subside as he gently strokes your hair. His fingers comb through it, every once in a while he twirls a lock of your hair through his fingers. Despite the oddity of the situation you close your eyes. You want to savour this moment of comfort.

“Don’t worry about my shirt.”, his voice is surprisingly smooth. Like honey.

You don’t want to move and he doesn’t push you away. It appears that he will not move until you do. You breathe in his warm scent, as you begin to take slow calming breaths. Surprisingly he smells strongly of deodorant but it isn’t unpleasant. You revel in the warmth, feeling safe. Eventually you pull away slightly and he reluctantly lets you move away. Both Hands remain on your waist, keeping you close to him. His chest only a breath away and you’re tempted to dive back into the warmth all over again.

His warm eyes stare into your soul. The red accompanied by shades of bronze and gold. His eyes are glinting like precious jewels.

“Thank You”, you say.

He smiles and raises his gloved fingers to push your hair to the side. His hand does not move away though, instead he allows it to rest on your cheek.

“Whatever happens, I am here for you” he says, “It may not feel better today or tomorrow, but you are strong enough to recover from this. You’re part of the League for a reason.”

He pats your head before finally letting you go. He turns around to walk back down the hall. You want to call out to him. Tell him to stay and hug you again. You want to latch onto him and possibly spend the night together drowning in one another. He didn’t laugh or make fun of you. He listened intently and then hugged you. It was so unexpected of someone considered so vile.

Before turning the corner he shouts back, “We’ll have a movie night today. Come out of your room later.”

You can only nod silently as he disappears as if he can see you. His heat is already being missed.

You think you will join them for that movie later.

Word Count: 1 728

Pairing:Tomura Shigaraki

Summary:The League of Villains decide to go bar hopping one night and Shigaraki boasts about his impressive tolerance. Impressive indeed, six shots later and he is literally barely able to function. It is now Y/N’s job to see him home safely.

Warnings: None, It’s all fluff. He’s literally an angel. 

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The dingy hallway stretched forward in a rather bleak manner. The air feels musty. The lighting is terrible. Most bulbs have burnt out already while others flicker insistently. The paint is peeling off the walls and the distinct smell of urine wafted in the air. The apartment building is absolutely disgusting but funds were low and it is rather inconspicuous. The heroes most probably won’t have the stomachs to search the building or will assume the League of Villains would have more class. Whatever the case, this disgusting sack of bricks is the current residence of the most feared villains in Japan, and it’s ironically fitting. The upside to a building this disgusting is that there are barely any other tenants, and the few who remain in the building tend to mind their own business. Which is exactly what you need right now.

“Move Faster!” shouts Tomura Shigaraki, the head of the League of Villains.

“ ‘I don’t get drunk easily’, he says", You mutter under your breath. Yes, clearly Shiggy has the amazing tolerance he so desperately claims he has. Six shots later and he’s stumbling around the street yelling Christmas carols at random passers-by and claiming that they have no Christmas spirit. He then proceeded to wave using his father’s hand, which effectively created a lot of chaos. You are praying to God that no one who saw thought calling a hero was necessary.

Shiggy moves around trying to get more comfortable on your back. Of course, being the girlfriend, you now have to lug him back to his room while everyone else moves on to the next bar. You can now cross, giving a Villain a piggy-back ride, off your bucket list. Shiggy shifts again and yells out more words. You have no idea what he’s saying.

You finally see the door leading into your shared apartment, you adjust him on your back as he flops forward causing you to stumble into the door.

“Babe?” You ask.

No response. Maybe he knocked himself out. 

After fishing around for the key you’re able to get into the apartment, lock the door and enter your room. You shift Shigaraki onto the bed and he flops onto his back. You can’t help but give a quiet chuckle at his starfish shape. Cotton Candy hair framing his peaceful face. The bags under his eyes are still prominent and yet he appears to be comfortable. The air in the room is peaceful, a rare moment for the villain haunted by his nightmares. His chest rises and falls steadily and his eyelids flutter slightly. 

You leave quickly to fetch a wet towel and upon return you see that he is sitting up. He sways slightly on the bed. His clothes are ruffled and his hair sticks up slightly. His eyes are barely staying open as he rubs at them like a child. The soft expression on his face doesn’t quite surprise you, over the past few months he has slowly but surely opened up to you. His soft nature is often overlooked due to his criminal persona, but it’s always there. Tomura never yells at his comrades, always treats them nicely, and remembers small things about them. A memory pushes its way to the surface of your mind. Three weeks ago, Tomura ordered food for all of you while you were out on a job. It was only him at the warehouse and when you got back you were starving. You fully expected him to just order a few pizzas but what awaited you was a variety of your favourite dishes. Not a single person said it out loud, but you felt it. You all came to a silent agreement. This man is an Angel and you would remain loyal until the end.

If the world could see the Tomura that you see, they would understand. You see it, even now, how delicate he looks lying on the bed. You could blame it on the alcohol for stripping away most of his walls, but this person in front of you doesn’t want to harm anyone, he is vulnerable. You take a tentative step forward and lean down in front of him. Crimson eyes study you gently with vague recognition. You take your cloth and gently wipe across his eyes. 

His nose.

His cheeks. 

His Jaw. 

You pause and breathe in slowly. Strong alcohol permeates the air around him. His clothes also look uncomfortable. Although the material looks soft, it is rather thick. Possibly too warm for the night air. In the past few weeks, you have crossed a lot of boundaries ,respectfully, in this room and on this bed. Surely, he wouldn’t mind losing a few layers of clothing for a short while. 

You move to grab another shirt from the cupboard before settling in front of him again. You blush as it occurs to you that your are Kneeling directly in front of him.

No No No. He’s drunk, pull yourself together!!

You clear your throat. 

“Just Breathe”, you remind yourself. You reach for the corner of his shirt and tug gently.

“Tomura? Hey Baby, I need you to let me take off your shirt.”, You say as you tug again.

He throws his back and lets out a weird whine. You freeze and immediately let go. Crimson eyes stare at you again, however this time, it is not gentle. His expression has completely darkened. You lean away from him and watch as he holds up both hands.

“I..”, he says, but doesn’t finish his sentence. His mouth gaping open and closed like a fish.

You hum gently and watch carefully as his words fail him. He looks like a small child about to throw a tantrum. His face twists as his mouth struggles to form words. Weird huffing noises escape him. For a second, you wonder if he might actually lose his cool and yell at you. Perhaps, you overstepped?

“I Have a GIRLFRIEND!!”, He shouts suddenly. The word Girlfriend is drawn out slowly as if he were talking to a child. You freeze before your lips move on their own. A smile has officially wormed its way onto your lips. You swallow hard.

Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Even though he is so cute right now. His lips have morphed into a pout. His childlike expression throws you off guard. Your breath catches and his eyes scrunch. How can someone with so many crimes be so adorable? How is he so beautiful? Red eyes glow in front of you, completely incandescent. This villain may kill you by looks alone. You look away feeling flushed.

“Baby, I am your girlfriend.”, You offer gently, “It’s me, Y/N”

“Princess?”

“I’m here”

His eyes light up slightly, his expression calm once again. Until his eyes narrow at you. He’s studying you, you can feel his gaze searing into your skin as he analyses every nook and cranny of your body. His eyes seem half satisfied before he blurts out.

“You’re also very pretty. My princess is so beautiful. She’s stunning. She’s my light. I like the light.”, he babbles. His voice is surprisingly smooth. Your heart leaps forward. He’s going to be the end of you. You suddenly feel the need to hold him. To hear his heartbeat and to feel his breath against your ear while he whispers gently, the sweet sayings that can comfort you in any tragedy. His warmth, that glows strongly in someone that the world has cast away. You reach forward to grab him again but he jerks away again.

He whines again. His hands ball into fists as he raises them. His eyes are wide open. His mouth tilted into a frown. 

“I don’t want you to die.”, he admits softly. 

“You’re not going to hurt me.”

You reach forward again, this time your aim is directed to his jacket but he evades again. He appears more desperate now. His hands are even higher, as they wave around.

“Baby, please trust me.”, you say gently as if talking to a wild animal ready to bolt. He tilts his head and looks at you again. His face blanks. Void of any emotions, his face tilts in the other direction. He huffs out a breath before allowing the faintest smile to grace his chapped lips.

“Ok Y/N, I trust you.” he relents and lowers his arms slightly. The initial wariness has not left him though. You reach again for his jacket and extract his gloves. You gently raise your hand and curl your fingers around his left wrist. You whisper some words of encouragement and slip his glove on. You then reach again for his right wrist and slip that glove onto his other hand. He wiggles his fingers within the gloves.

You burst out laughing at his innocent action. His fingers wobbling about as his face shapes into the brightest smile. It overtakes the room and any uneasiness fades away. He too lets out a low chuckle and throws his head back. It’s surprisingly soft. He leans forward unsteadily and looks you dead in the eye. His right hand lifts ever so gently before running a gloved finger over your head and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiles again, this time, it feels softer, more intimate. His eyes have drilled their way into your soul. The glow of fireflies entrap you into his world.

“Now I can’t hurt you.”, his voice flutters against your ear. His breath is hot. Heat spreads across your face and your tiny voice of reasoning begins to soften ever so slightly. He pulls back slightly and your eyes immediately lock onto his lips. Chapped ever so slightly but full and soft nonetheless. 

Shiggy’s head sways forward, forehead resting against your own. Powder blue hair curtains around us. His breath fans against your face, fluttering against your lips. Mouth only inches from my own. Your lips part. You’re ready. Heart Beating. Head pounding. Blood rushing.

“Goodnight Love”, he whispers, before turning away.

What?

He flops onto the bed. Head first and still shirtless. 

Are you kidding right now?

He proceeds to bury his nose into the cushions and before you know it, he’s fast asleep. 

Did he just?

Sure whatever.

You climb onto your feet and hop onto the bed next to him.
It’s fine, You’ll get him in the morning.