I See You Like Dabi... Can You Write Something With Dad Dabi??

I see you like dabi... Can you write something with dad dabi??

Dad!Dabi Headcanons

a/n: dabi as a dad, Personally a favorite. Never actually attempt to write it so here we go. lmk if you want more<33

warning: Some 'canon' parts and fan-canon. my personal opinion, delulu.

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★ — Dabi’s the kind of guy to first react negatively towards you saying you’re pregnant. He’s never imagined being a dad, His own pushed him down when he gained a “better” son. It would take some reassurance, Like telling him you believed he would be a great dad, and that he was nothing like his father. He would slowly be open to the idea of being part of the kids life.

★ — Dabi’s by your side whenever he can, between the LOV and planing his pay back to his own dad.

★ — Dabi’s holding your hair when you get sick, He’s bringing you food late at night on his recruitment patrols.

★ — He’ll even bust out his old hair braiding skills (he might be a little rusty at first) to keep it out of your face during hot flashes. he learned braiding with fuyumi’s hair when they were younger.

★ — Dabi keeps you and the baby a complete secret, To make sure he knew that if something happened to him. You and the baby wouldn’t be targeted

★ — Dabi would be terrified to touch your stomach, he isn’t normally a feel bad kind of guy but he didn't wanna accidentally hurt you or the baby. It takes some time before he can rest his hand on your belly or lay his head on it.

★ — He tries to attend at least a few doctor appointments, but he misses the birth because of his identity. He'd get really upset ith

★ — Some time after you have the baby, you and him would be sitting on the couch, The baby was sleeping and he lets slip he wants another one. “to give it a friend” lame excuse but hey, It works. He wouldn’t ask for another one but if you asked he wouldn’t say no.

★ — He first sees his daughter when you come home. He’s right there, He heard you talking outside the door and getting your keys.

★ — He was sitting in a chair at the island counter. Safe to say he’s been there for 3 hours waiting.

★ — For awhile he just sits on the couch while you hold her. He’d be scared, again. He didn’t wanna harm her.

★ — She looked exactly like him at her age. Red hair, teal eyes, a big smile.

★ — Sometimes you’d wake to go the bathroom and see a empty place next to to, and noise in the nursery. Dabi would be sitting in a rocking chair mumbling about who knows what while his little girl just slept on his chest. He’d never admit it though, if you brought it up he’d say you were really tired and hallucinated it. (you didn’t)

★ — His phone lock screen was of course his motorcycle, but his home-screen was a picture of you passed out with baby girl.

★ — Second pregnancy around he would probably be outed as toya, Depending on the outcome (we are gonna go the happy delulu root) he'd have contact with his sister, maybe even natsuo. You drag him out to lunch with his sister.

★ — He'd always have his arms around you, around your waist, on your hips and stomach.

★ — He'd definitely rubs the fact his family loves him to his dad, no doubt. He'd brag about how his daughter is always following him around, and his future partner is perfect and loves him for him.

★ — Dabi also definitely got your daughter to say dada first, Even though it took 2 years she finally said her first word. it would be when you went out with his siblings. He sends you a video of her sitting on the couch in one of those Ariel princess dresses. She clear as day she says 'dada'. He teases you about it a lot.

★ — At first you'll have to force him, but after awhile the only movies that are on the tv at all times was Disney & barbie. (His favorites are Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus & Robin hood)

★ — Dabi would lay down on the floor while his daughter played with his hair and feels his scars.

★ — Dabi also by now stopped using his quirk, which over time slowly his scars began to heal.

★ — He was present for your 2nd child, your sons birth. To say he teared up is a understatement. He stood by your side the whole time, he wasn't willing to miss it this time.

★ — Your son looked again, was a mini dabi, but white hair.

★ — When your daughters quirk forms its just like dabis, She ran into you and his room one morning giggling excitedly about having a cool quirk like her daddy. His face was pure fear, could her skin handle the heat? or was it like his?

★ — Dabi would watch when she'd use her quirk, to make sure she didn't get hurt, and she never did. That made dabi relieved.

Dabi drabble - Worship

Dabi x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Dabi needs to be loved and you're enthusiastic about doing just that. Words: 1444 Warnings: NSFW, angst?, oral

A/N: Just, after the Dabi v Endeavor & Shoto episode I had a lot of feelings and like, fuck I just want to love him, he just needs to be loved. ANYWAY, basically headcanons that turned into a small fic which is under the cut x

~MDNI~

Dabi who stays clothed during sex, opting for the dark or dimly lit rooms to conceal his body from view Dabi who doesn't often sleep with people so he prefers strangers and quickies in bar toilets or alley ways Dabi who fucks as an outlet more than for his pleasure, a way to get some sort of release from the feelings that seem to consume him Dabi who prefers sluts that are easy to pick up and walk away from after, not having to worry about their feelings or anything Dabi who accidentally bumped in to you, kind and vibrant, walking sunshine that could light up the darkest room and didn't shy away from his scarred face, instead smiling warmly up at him Dabi who does everything he can to make himself a part your life and it works Dabi who now has this sweet thing that presses kisses to the lines of staples on his face, who refuses to turn the light off or let him stay clothed during sex Dabi who now has you, on your knees, worshiping him with nothing short of love in your eyes Dabi who feels the sting of his eyes trying to cry because how could something so beautiful, so sweet and pure, look at him like that Dabi who doesn't think he could ever love or be loved, now finds himself head over heels for you and as he stared into your eyes he could see the same love reflected back for him

Kissing Dabi was always so hot, his lips dry but so hot to the touch, his breath searing in a way that took your breath and you loved it. Loves the way his fingers gripped your waist, fingers sinking into soft skin with enough force to bruise before loosening his grip. Dabi was always so rough and you loved it but lately he'd softened, been gentler, more intimate. Now he'd take his time with you, allowing you to look over his body instead of blocking your view by kissing you. With this new more relaxed side of him you'd decided to try something else, something you wanted to do knew he wouldn't allow previously.

That's how you ended up with Dabi leant against the wall, bare chested and with his trousers around his ankles. Your hands massaged up his thighs, thumbs pressing against his groin before tracing a hand up to grip his already hard cock. As your eyes flicked up you smiled, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Dabi was almost trembling under your gaze, his eyes wide and his lips twitching down, "don't, you don't have to do this y'know, I don't need". You cut him off, "I want to, I want you to know how much I want to. You need to know how much I want to so shut up and let me okay?" And who was he to stop you, to say no to you because god he'd burn the world for you. So how hard could it be to be bare for you and let you worship him? Very, the answer was very because every fiber of his being said to push you away, to stop you from looking at him but instead he pressed himself against the wall, palms flat as if trying to steady himself.

Finally you leant forward, tongue sliding over his tip making his eyes flutter shut as he sucked in a sharp breath. Curling your fingers around his base and squeezing slightly as you press wet, hot kisses along the underside of his shaft, glancing up to watch his face as you did. Dabi's breathing was ragged from both nerves and pleasure, hitching as you take him into your mouth, tongue pressing against his underside as you hollow your cheeks. You take him in slow, enjoying the feel of his thigh tensing under hand. By the time your lips meet your fist his tip is hitting the back of your throat and it takes a deep breath through your nose not to gag as you hold for a moment before backing off. You set a steady pace, on the slower side, intimate, hand now following your lips as he groans, it's low and throaty and turns you on but you remind yourself your pleasure can wait.

The hand on his thigh massages at his skin, up over his lower stomach which tenses and shifts with his breaths, moving higher to brush your fingers over his nipples pulling another sharp breath in from Dabi, his head tilting back against the wall. Circling your middle finger over the peak, humming around his cock as you felt the nipple harden under your touch and you rolled it between thumb and index. Dabi felt consuming heat swallowing him, the heat was nothing like his searing, painful flames, no, this heat was different. It was the sort of heat that only you could make him feel, a heat that was so sweet it was almost sickening as it seeped into the depths of his stomach, pooling and growing dense, tight.

The hand around his cock slid to cup his balls, squeezing them just right and he grunted, hand coming forward to press against the top of your head. His fingers curling to grip your hair just as you finally got his entire length into your mouth, tip now pressed down into your throat making tears rim your eyes and clump your lashes. The tuft of white hair felt surprisingly soft under your nose as you breathed in deeply, throat desperately swallowing him in an attempt to remove the intrusion. Your fingers left his nipple to press against his inner thigh, trying to steady yourself as you bobbed your head with a faster pace, occasionally stopping to lick over his tip and look up at him. The quivering muscle under hand was a good indication he was close and you sat back, “Dabi?” all you got was a grunt, his eyes still squeezed shut and you pouted, “Dabi, look at me, please?” your voice was pleading, pitching in to a whine at the end and he couldn’t ignore it.

Swollen, glossy lips and bright, watery eyes are what looked back at him and it took everything not to shut his own again, hell the image would be burnt into his memory for life and if he wasn’t so intent on paying attention to you he could’ve cum on the spot. “I want you to look at me when you cum, please, want to see you baby.” You’d happily always been the submissive one so a request like that, one that felt almost like a command had him choking on his own breath but he nodded, afraid words would fail him. He squeezed the handful of your hair he had tighter and you smiled, delving back in with a moan. Your eyes didn't leave his face as you returned to the faster pace, hand massaging his balls still as you bobbed your head.

Suddenly his grip tightened, eyes widening and lips parting, he tugged harshly towards himself forcing you back down his cock as he moaned your name, broken and almost whiny, a sound you never imagined Dabi could make but wanted nothing more than to hear again. His almost unbearably hot cum hit your throat with force bringing more tears to your eyes, both hands planted on his thighs as your nails bit into his skin. His hips bucked against your mouth, grinding your nose against his pelvis as he panted through his orgasm, eyes lidded but still on yours. You stayed still, reminding yourself to breath slowly and deeply through your nose as you swallowed every drop of cum he pumped into you, tongue lapping against him gently as you waited. Dabi took a shaky breath, fingers loosening and letting you free although you waited a few beats before pulling away, softly licking over him as if it was an honor to consume what he gave and it proved too much for him, eyes finally closing again as he groaned, hand coming up to cover his face making you laugh lightly.

Pressing gentle kisses to his inner thigh, Dabi finally collected himself enough to look back down at you, smiling up at him warmly, “Love you Dabi.” He reached down to grab your face, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours, breaking it for a brief moment to whisper against your lips, “Love you too.” It might have been hard for him to let you have your way like this but by the end he was definitely going to let you have your way again.

— HEADCANNONS + TEXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . .

# dabi x gn! reader : ̗̀➛ request — "omg i love your shigaraki smau!! hes so in character and lovely 😩😩 can i ask for the same for dabi too 🥺👉🏻👈🏻" : ̗̀➛ genre — fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au : ̗̀➛ warnings — reader is implied to be a part of the lov/lives together with the members, swearing, kys/kms jokes : ̗̀➛ authors note — THE THINGY IN THE LAST TEXT IS A RED VELVET (GIRL GROUP THAT SANG RUSSIAN ROULETTE) LIGHTSTICK!! this is bringing back memories from when i first joined the mha fandom because of dabi help. was so cute to write omg lowkk this one might be my favorite. : ̗̀➛ requests open ! : ̗̀➛ likes, reblogs and comments appreciated !

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texts with him are either really sweet or make you wanna block him.

most of the time it will be you rambling on and on while he spews small insults at you here and there, just to spike you.

if you ever blocked him because of that he would follow you around all day, nagging you to unblock him.

of course he can easily snatch your phone and unblock himself, but he found annoying you much more fun.

he is bit of a gossiper. he casually eavesdrops at one of the lov members, snickering when he hears something juicy and makes a mental note to tell you about it later.

sometimes he’d text you in the dead of night to meet him up at the roof or roam around the quiet sleepy streets with hoods over your faces to avoid unnecessary conflicts with heroes.

and when you two would get back, he’d roll his eyes at shigaraki’s angry face and yawn when kurogiri lectured you both to not go outside as much.

there are times when his mental health gets a bit rough and so you call him over to your room and listen to music while either playing a board game, painting each other's nails or laughing at dumb newspaper comics.

he is incredibly grateful when you do this because unlike everyone else, you don't urge him to tell you what's wrong and instead you try to take his mind off things and let him tell you when he wants to.

he may not admit it out loud as often but he loves you a lot and makes sure you know it. after his poor excuse of a childhood, you were the one there for him during his highs and lows. 

as much as he annoyed you while you rambled, he’d pay a lot of attention to your words. you were talking about these new blind-box figures that came out? a basket of them is magically at the foot of your bed when you wake up. or maybe you were talking about some crepes you saw online? a cute box of it is kept in your room after dinner.

he has a small private instagram account that he only got after you and toga nagged him to get one.

does not post. it is completely blank. he doesn't even follow anyone other than the lov members and likes nothing but your posts.

whenever you post yourself he will always make sure to leave ATLEAST one flirtatious comment.

chats under the cut —

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we healing from this ending so have the inko adopts tenko/izuku-tenko siblings au

other scribbles of it ....... also lol if u think about it this au is kinda the equivalent of the afo-yoichi-kudou dynamic but lighthearted and no actual murder stuff happens .....

AND HERES THE VERY OLD VERSION OF THIS AU LOL i had this around 2022 and had a whole thread about it. im not sure if i even posted this here but whatever. so sorry its kinda Cringey bc of how outdated it is

I'm sad that he's dead but can you imagine how much fun Tomura would have haunting all these wanna be heroes at UA? And what's deku gonna do about it this ain't my exorcist academia

Touya x reader and they're having a movie night but instead of him being the horror fiend that everyone headcanons him to be he actually can't stand horror movies and they scare him but he would rather die than let anyone know that. Oh and reader loves horror movies 🫶

as a horror fanatic i will indeed devour this req. also good to note that i'm making them watch incantation (2022) !! fave movie to watch with bitches who can't handle horror

satanic panic // touya todoroki

"C'mon Touya, do the hand thing that they're doing. We have to chant the incantations with them!" You nudge him with your foot while holding your hand out to imitate the ritualistic gestures on screen.

"Y/N, can't you just watch the movie without being all satanic and shit?" He huffs, tightly gripping the blanket covering your laps.

"It's supposed to be an immersive experience, don't be lame." You whine, trying to kick his hands away from his lap. "I'll fucking hex you and start speaking in tongues in the middle of the night."

"Not funny, freak." He grumbles.

You've had your suspicions for a while about how Touya really felt about horror movies. For a while now, he always found a way to skip out on movie nights with the friend group whenever the theme of the night was revealed to be "horror," and whenever it was just you two, he was a pro at diverting your marathons into children horror movies. He claims it heals his inner child, but you were quick to catch onto his bullshit.

"This one has a lot of good reviews. Heard it's super scary, so I think you'll like it." You shoot a sideways glance at him.

"Good. Good." He mumbles, sinking further into his seat, bouncing his leg up and down in anticipation.

You spent more time gauging for his reaction than watching the actual movie. Every now and then, you caught him flinching to hold his hand up to his eyes, but instead clutched your shins through the blanket to resist the urge- even to the point of turning his knuckles white.

You had to admit, that it was a hilarious sight to see- this tall, pierced and tatted grown man who was squirming at a little possession.

"You doing okay?" You whisper, wiggling your foot at him.

"Fucking peachy." He squeaks out.

"Liking it so far?"

"Loving it."

"Mmmhm." You hum, popping a handful of popcorn in your mouth. "Wanna cuddle?" You offer.

"I mean, if you're scared, sure." He eagerly adjusts his body, motioning for you to come lay on his chest.

You climb over to lean into his warm body, in which he immediately tightens his grip on you, arms wrapped around your torso paired with light kisses into your hairline.

"Sooo scared." You smile. "At least it's not gory, right?"

"Right."

From his chest, you caught a better glance at his face and noticed the lack of color, as if he was holding back vomit. Despite this repulsion, his eyes remained glued to the screen, taking in every horrific detail.

"You know, we don't have to watch this if you don't want to." You finally decided that you had enough watching him squirm in his seat and sweat through his shirt.

"What, you can't handle it?" He turns his full attention down to you now. "Getting scared?"

"Don't even try to bullshit me right now, Touya." You deadpan. "You look like you've been shitting your pants for the past hour now."

"No idea what you're talking about." He huffs, raising his hand to flick your forehead with his forefinger. "I think you just don't want to admit you're scared."

"You don't have to hide it from me baby, it's okay. I won't judge you." You lean up, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. "We can watch something else." You say in between kisses.

He presses his lips together in a tight line.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs, diverting his eyes from your own. "But if you want to change it, go for it. We can finish it later."

You roll your eyes and pause the film. You look back up to him to see him deeply exhale a breath he had been holding in.

"Thank you for understanding, baby. Sorry it was really scary, I don't think I can finish it without risking my sleep tonight." You say with a smile in your voice, flipping back to the home screen.

He reaches up to replace the remote in your hand with his. He had no shame in swamping your own palm with the sweatiness of his own, but only brought a warm feeling in your stomach. You knew that he would never admit to hating the movies you made him watch even before you started dating, but you wanted to believe it to be a sort of love language.

Touya will endure his greatest fears as long as you want him to, and as long as he can do them with you, and you'll let him feel good about it all while eventually turning it off for his own sake.

You lean back into his chest, listening to his heart rate slowly return back to normal.

"I'll let you pick the movie next time, okay?" You mutter into his shirt. "Anything you want, we can watch."

"Anything huh?" He repeats, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "I don't know, you're hard to impress. You'll just end up taking the remote from me."

You pinch his inner bicep with your other hand. "I may be hard to impress, but you always try anyway."

"Damn right I do."