[ Alright, my dear followers and or Tumblr users. I’m so happy to share with you my first piece of fanfiction for the year of 2022! This Touya/Dabi themed reader insert is not necessarily a complete fanfiction, rather it’s what I have decided to call a “scene” which basically just means I thought of a scene, wrote it out and decided to share it. I hope you enjoy! ]
Happy Birthday to our beloved villain, Touya Todoroki!
PICTURE IT:
You’re a rather antisocial individual who just happens to find yourself in a bit of trouble whenever you're in public, the reason? Well, it could be argued you have a knack for running into people who happen to know just what buttons to push to get you to activate your quirk and after a few incidents that resulted in severely injured civilians. You suddenly find that you’re not only in the pro heroes line of interest, but the villains as well. Both parties keep tabs on you, despite the fact you’re just trying to live your version of a normal life. However, yet another villain makes himself known to you and during laundry day too, if it weren’t for the fact you lived in a penthouse on top of a building. You would have tried to make a run for it.
To some, it may seem strange that you lived in a small penthouse on top of a very old and rather disheveled building. But the rent was cheap and you had heard it once belonged to a young vigilante who much like yourself, seemed to have a unique and yet powerful quirk that tended to lead them into troublesome situations.
You could admit to yourself that you had abused your quirk more than once which resulted in many heroes and villains seeking you out, but none more dangerous than those that made up what you knew as the ‘League of Villains’ and while you had made conscious efforts to distance yourself from the rest of society to avoid causing any more trouble.
You were, to some extent, an introvert. You didn’t mind spending time alone and in a sense, preferred it. Solitude was never quite lovelier. However, it seemed on this day a certain villain known as ‘Dabi’ decided to make his appearance known.
How long he had been keeping an eye on you and by whose orders was unknown. But at least he decided to introduce himself on a nice day, though you would have appreciated a warning considering you were in nothing but your undergarments.
The reason? Simply because it was laundry day and to ensure every single piece of laundry was done, you tended to strip down to a single pair of underwear and a low-cut tank top. Given the fact you lived in an isolated area, it was highly unlikely that anyone would see you or the ink that happened to be embedded into your skin.
Colorful hues ran down one arm and black and gray down the other, not that you paid much mind to your tattoos at this point. In fact, you had completely forgotten the reason why you decided to get this extensive amount of ink. But it was too late to fix it now and besides that, the crisp cool air felt good against your skin.
Though your penthouse had a small washer and dryer, you had managed to put up a clothesline to save a little on your electric bill and let your clothes air dry. Sure it took longer, but in a sense, it was worth it. A soft hum escaped you as you carelessly dropped the laundry basket against the rooftop.
Ignoring the way that thud echoed as you went about taking the still wet pieces of clothing and clasping them to the clothesline. The soft chirping of birds was heard off in the distance accompanied by the sound of the city traffic, however, yet another noise came. One that echoed with a raspy, deep voice that shattered through the air like glass.
“Well, well, well,” you couldn’t help the way you jumped nor the gasp that slipped past your lips. The wet shirt you were holding fell to the ground with a loud plop, but at the moment that was the least of your worries. You quickly spun around to see him. That scarred skin was unmistakable, as was that devilish smirk he wore and his messy black hair.
You had heard of him, his description and the aura he gave off were uncanny. Yet, the most outstanding feature of this villain was those piercing blue eyes he possessed, it was hard to tear your own away from them. From what you remembered, he went by the name Dabi.
Your lips were parted, allowing your jaw to hang ajar. Yet no words came, and Dabi noticed the way your body tensed. His eyes shifted to your feet when you took a step back which almost made him chuckle. His eyes glanced back up, tracing the lines of ink across your skin which seemed to spark his interest.
“I’d more or less be afraid of those tattoos if I weren’t such a bastard,” he taunted with a wicked smirk, one that sent a violent chill down your spine. Your feet felt frozen to the ground as he began walking forward, closing the distance between the two of you.
His long-tailed jacket blew violently with the strong gust of wind that came to ruffle the trees and cause goosebumps across your skin. Despite your better instincts and the fact you were on top of a damn roof, you couldn’t help yourself from stumbling back. However, this proved to be somewhat of a mistake.
You had forgotten about the laundry basket you had placed on the floor and lost your balance when you tripped over it. Your arms violently circled around the air even as you landed on the ground with a loud thud. You could feel the rough texture of the rooftop against the palm of your hands, along with the painful ache that now coursed through the back of your legs.
Your backside hurt as well, which was understandable considering it took the brunt of the impact. Dabi, however, seemed unphased by this and continued forward which forced you to begin frantically crawling back. The heels of your bare feet began to burn, more than likely receiving minor cuts from the repeated impact against the ground.
But the only thing on your mind at that moment was getting as far away from Dabi as possible. However, an involuntary cry left your lips when you felt the metal lining of the rooftop press into your back. This was followed by a loud hiss as you felt an ache course through the space of your shoulder blades.
“O-Oh no...” you turned your head, almost as if you were actually questioning what the hell you hit before you turned back, locking your eyes on Dabi. You then held one hand out as you tried to get back on your feet, though the minor discomfort you were experiencing made the task somewhat difficult. But regardless, you cried out, “S-Stay back!” which seemed to catch his attention.
He came to a brief halt, his eyes were slightly wide but that was more than likely due to the fact he hadn’t expected you to make an outburst like that. “Heh, little vixen knows how to yip,” he said with a faint chuckle before that smirk came back to his face. “Who knew someone so powerful could act so damn innocent,” with those words, he resumed walking towards you.
Your heart was racing, and you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins or your flight or fight response. But you found yourself shouting, “I said stay back!” once more. Sure your quirk was powerful. But it was your quirk that resulted in living in this semi-isolated part of Japan, to begin with, and more than likely, why Dabi was present before you.
What was he here for? Was he planning to kidnap you? Force you into whatever villainous organization he was a part of? “Pft,” Dabi hissed between his teeth as he held up his arms, his palms were facing upward and a mere few seconds went by before they combusted into blue flames.
You could feel the immense heat from where you stood and once again tried to take a step back. However, your legs hit the railing this time and before you had the chance to turn your head, one of Dabi’s hands wrapped around your throat. That gasp that came all but evaporated into the air when you felt the scolding hot temperature of his palm and fingers.
You clenched your jaw, feeling the way your skin slowly began to burn. If it weren’t for the fact his other hand was hovering just above your face with those furious blue flames surrounding it, you would have wondered if he had planned to actually melt your throat just now.
The skin of your face felt toasty and sweat was beginning to form which caused your cheeks to burn all the more. “Heh,” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t bother to glance at his face. Rather your eyes kept staring at those furious flames, watching as they danced over each one of his fingers.
“I didn't think good little vixens got their skin covered in ink but looks like you're a little different," his words seemed to hold some amusement to them as he finally lowered his hand and slowly leaned down, seeming to take some pride in the fact your body was trembling. Were you afraid? Yes. Could you have gone without Dabi’s continued taunting? Also yes.
“Looks like you’re too damn scared to do anything, but I’d turn you to ash sooner than you could actually do something useful,” he stated, glancing away just as that smirk on his face disappeared. “But you caught Shigaraki’s attention, so I guess that’s something,” he stated before his eyes settled on you once more.
You could feel the way the metal edge of the rooftop dug into the back of your already sore legs, but you couldn’t do anything about it considering Dabi seemed intent on pushing his way past the line of personal space. He leaned closer, faintly brushing his nose against yours.
However, you cringed slightly which seemed to tickle Dabi’s fancy considering he gave another chuckle and proceeded to wrap one arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him. You were slightly ashamed of the surprised cry that came from you, but it seemed your natural reaction was to push against his chest.
“Let me go!” you demanded, trying your best to stomp on his feet. But he seemed unaffected by this and removed his hand from your neck, revealing a deep red imprint. He then reached up and forcefully took hold of your hair and pulled your head back which caused you to give another yelp.
Once again, he smirked as he took in the sight of you and it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he took some form of pleasure seeing someone so helpless and under his control. Nowhere to go or run unless he allowed it. Your jaw was clenched but soft hisses escaped you as the cold atmosphere continued to kiss your burnt neck.
However, your body went stiff when you felt his breath just barely ghost the side of your neck. Then he did something you hadn’t expected. He lapped his tongue over his lips before purposely brushing them along the fresh tender skin of your throat which caused you to squirm.
Yet, you couldn’t move that much considering the close distance circumstances and the fact that his hand was still entangled in your hair. In the back of your mind, you really hoped he wasn’t planning to set your hair on fire. Yet, that earlier fear you felt was slowly being replaced by anger when you yet again heard him chuckle.
“B-Bastard…” you whispered, though Dabi heard you and he chose to respond in a rather egotistical way. “Heh,” he huffed quietly, “guilty as charged,” he responded before he pulled his lips back and allowed his teeth to sink into your neck causing you to scream out.
Your whole body squirmed and you rapidly kicked your feet against his knees, somewhat hoping you’d hit the right spot so they’d buckle and give you a chance to escape. But such never happened. You then tried to reach up and attempt to scratch at any open section of flesh he had.
However, his arms were the closest thing you could reach and you barely got to sink your nails into them before you felt his teeth retract. The intense burning due to his saliva and the now indented bite marks left behind caused another painful ache to course through the side of your neck.
But, it seemed Dabi only wanted to harm you further as he reached to violently grab your wrists and tear your hands away from his arms. You grunted as he then crossed your wrists above your head and once again pressed your bodies together.
His body, though you hadn’t meant to initially notice, was so warm. But not as warm as the fire that once again engulfed his hands causing you to scream out for the second time. Your own knees threatened to give out, but Dabi’s body acted as a pillar.
Refusing to allow you to fall to the ground despite the pain that you currently experiencing. You could feel the way his flames ate away layer after layer of your skin. “Heh…nice try,” he said as his flames died down though he ignored the faint trail of tears that were now streaming down your face.
He also paid no mind to the fact that you were glaring at him. Instead, he leaned over your shoulder and pressed his lips against your ear. “I’m a bad bastard who happens to like causing pain...and the look of these tattoos across your skin,” your eyes widened and you tried to ignore the way his raspy voice caused you to flush.
"Too bad I might have ruined the ones on your wrists,” his words went from raspy to downright chipper and yet again, that anger was back. You growled despite sniffling a few short seconds later and trying to blink away the last of your tears. Letting them slowly glide down your cheeks before landing on the ground below.
“Bas-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ear. But unlike before, it wasn’t meant to cause you any pain. Rather, it seemed like he was trying to flirt or be affectionate and it caused a shiver to course down the length of your spine.
You latched onto your lip and squirmed, trying desperately to get Dabi to release your ear. By some miracle, a few seconds later, he pulled away. However, you could feel the faint amount of saliva he left behind, and the after-sensation of his tongue lapping along the shell of your ear was still there, making your skin tingle.
You couldn’t help the sharp inhale of breath that came as Dabi then released your wrists, exposing the burnt skin to the cold. You pressed your hands against your chest, daring to look down at your now crisp red skin. It burned faintly, but not as much as the hand-shaped burn on your neck which you were quickly reminded of when Dabi reached up and grasped the sides of your face.
Forcing your head up which caused the skin of your neck to stretch and once again that painful burning came, making you clench your jaw as you stared into the sea of blue that made up his eyes. However, you noticed how they shifted down to what you assumed was your chest.
You had almost forgotten that you were in nothing but your undergarments, which made it all the more embarrassing knowing that a villain, that Dabi got a full view of almost everything. However, he then reached forward and you were fully prepared to smack his hand away if not for the fact he yet again took hold of one of your wrists.
“Hey!” you shouted as your other hand reached over to grasp his shoulder, attempting to pull yourself out of his grip which wasn’t the brightest idea considering you were so close to the edge of the rooftop but maybe if you were lucky you’d fall and land in an open dumpster.
However, Dabi merely looked at the ink embedded into your wrist which was surprisingly still intact and he couldn’t resist running his thumb along the lines that made up the shape of your tattoos. You trembled, similar to a sunburn, it seemed when one applied pressure the pain intensified.
Still, it got Dabi smirking once more and he paused before yet again leaning down to be at eye level with you. “It’s my birthday,” he said which had you furrowing your brows in response, but he continued nonetheless. “Mind if I get a better taste?” he questioned and before you could ask what he meant, you watched as that tongue of his come out and slowly glided across his lips.
“...uh...” you trailed off as he leaned back up, forcing your arm to go along with him. You hissed and reached your free hand up to his shoulder, digging your nails into it. However, this went unnoticed by him as he brought your wrist up to his mouth and his tongue once again came out. He proceeded to slither it against the shades of black and color that painted your wrist.
You shivered at the feeling of the moist trail left behind by that tongue which caused your skin to yet again burn. One would have thought he’d pull away, but his tongue traced the inside of your palm which remained without ink, and flicked its way up your finger.
“Mm,” he hummed in satisfaction before smacking his lips together and looking at you, there was a hint of hunger in his eyes which had your jaw hanging open. “W-Wait,” you tried to stop him, but he yet again lapped his tongue over your wrist.
“Ah…” you let out a soft whimper as that wet muscle then traced the length of your forearm and you nearly jumped when you felt him press a kiss to your inner elbow. He then resumed trailing his tongue up to your shoulder before he paused for a brief moment, noticing the way you were trembling and the goosebumps he had felt on the tip of his tongue.
“Heh…cold?” he questioned and though you were panting slightly, somewhat flushed due to his simple yet strange actions. You hissed out, “Shut up…” before he smirked and yet again reached up to tangle one hand in your hair. A soft growl rumbled in your throat as he leaned over to press his lips against the burnt skin of your neck once more.
