#dabixhawksxreader

[babygirldabi]

can I get Dabi and hawks threesome headcanons or a fic 🌚 Srry I’m horny

LMAOOOOOOO aren't we all

Anyways hope you like daddy kinks and stuff

CW: Daddy kink, threesome, multiple creampies, degradation, praise, female reader, use of alcohol, let me know if I've missed anything x

There is nothing in this world that Dabi wouldn’t do for you. Nothing. 

So when he asks you what you want for your birthday, you do not hesitate to tell him the truth. 

The silence is heavy, and at first you think he’s pissed, so you can’t look him in the eye. Why did I say that Why did I say that Why did I say that

“For real?” He asks, in a voice so soft you’re forced to look up. His pupils are dilated. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth, he’s practically panting. 

“Is that weird?”

“No,” he answers, almost too quickly, then seems to collect himself. “No,” he says more slowly. You nod. 

“I know we’ve talked about it…”

And you have. Hypothetically. A while back. 

He nods. “This is what you really want?” The low gravel of his voice, deeper, somehow, when he’s aroused, makes you shiver. 

You nod, decisively. “This is what I want.”

And so, when he makes the call, he’s prepared to ask nicely. 

“I’m thinking about having whiskey tonight.” Hawks always answers Dabi’s calls as though they’re mid-conversation.

Dabi takes a drag of his cigarette before answering, leaning against the brickwork of your apartment building, lazily surveying the street. “Yeah? What kind?”

“That’s why I’m glad you called.” On the other end of the line, Hawks considers the store shelf in front of him. “Macallan or WhistlePig?”

Dabi snorts. “I drink Jack Daniels, man. Fuck if I know.”

“WhistlePig it is.” Hawks seizes the bottle from the shelf and begins to stroll to the register. “Nice talking to you, man. See you around.”

“Hey- where the fuck are you goin’?” Dabi’s muted voice demands as Hawks pulls the phone from his ear. “Get the fuck back here.”

Hawks obliges. “What’s up?”

“I called you.”

“Ah, yeah. Okay. Why?”

Dabi rubs one temple with his free hand, eyes closed. “You’re a fuckin idiot.”

“I was on patrol late last night,” Hawks complains. “Spit it out.”

So Dabi does. 

Hawks stops dead in his tracks, nearly dropping his bottle on the tile floor. “Excuse me?”

“For her birthday. That’s what she wants.”

Silence. 

“Pick your jaw up offa the floor, bird brain.”

Hawks closes his mouth sheepishly. “Now how the fuck did you know-”

“Because I know you. So what do you think.”

“You-she- I-she…WHAT?”

“I’m not the one making the request. I’m the messenger.” Dabi smirks. “And participant.”

“Is this a joke?”

“How I wish it were,” Dabi sighs wistfully, enjoying this shocked, stuttering version of the winged Hero so much he can’t help but prolong it. “But this is what she wants.”

In reality, for all the shit he gives Hawks, Dabi trusts him implicitly. Not that he’d ever admit that. Which is why such a request had to go directly to Hawks. Dabi doesn’t necessarily like to share, but if he must, Hawks is his go-to. 

Hawks pretends to hesitate long after he’s mentally agreed. “Shit, yeah, okay. As long as you don’t get jealous and burn my wings off or anything.”

Dabi laughs wryly. “I’m not makin’ any promises.”

One week later, your birthday has come and very nearly gone, it being 9 pm on the holy day itself. You’ve been brunched, presented with gifts, had cake (ice cream, your favorite), and drank more wine than Dabi secretly thinks is safe for you, but who is he to regulate the birthday girl. Now, everyone has gone home, the apartment has been tidied, and you are in the shower, washing the festivity out of your hair. It’s been a good day. So good, in fact, that you’ve mostly forgotten the request you made to Dabi a few weeks ago. This morning he had presented you with a beautiful necklace, silver with a blue crystal (Lapis Lazuli, if you remember correctly) carved into a flame. It twinkles at the base of your throat now, in the low light. You hum absentmindedly as you rinse conditioner from your hair, exhausted and perfectly content. 

 A low knock sounds at the bathroom door. “Come in,” you sing, shutting off the water and wringing your hair out. Dabi steps in. 

“So. Good day?”

“Good day,” you confirm, stepping out of the shower and allowing him to wrap you in a towel. “Great day. Thank you for making it so great.”

He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Got one more gift for ya.”

Your head jerks up in surprise. “You do?” 

He nods, smug as ever. “C’mon.” Taking your hand, he leads you out of the bathroom, through your bedroom, and into the living room. 

“Keigo?” 

“Hey, darlin’.” The winged Hero is seated on the couch, but stands and swaggers over to you as Dabi leads you into the room. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thanks, but what are you doing he-” 

And then it hits you. 

“Oh.” You turn to stare at Dabi, who’s watching you carefully, making sure you’re okay with this. “OH.”

Dabi shrugs. “Far be it from me to deny the birthday girl.”

A smile spreads across your face, slowly, then all at once. “Really?”

“Really.” 

“Really,” Hawks echoes, reaching for your hand. “Why don’t we sit down, talk about the rules.”

You let Hawks lead you to the couch and sit down beside him, Dabi not far behind. 

“Alright.” For just a second, Hawks assumes his Serious Hero Face. “Let’s talk limits and boundaries.”

“Uh…” it’s hard to collect your thoughts. Flustered, you press your hands to your burning cheeks and try to focus. “Uhm….no wax play, no piss, no fisting.” You peek at Dabi to make sure you’re not missing anything, and he nods in silent confirmation. You can’t believe this is happening. “ Degradation is okay, and-" Your face is bright red by now, you can feel it. "I kinda....have a Daddy kink?" Hawks nods seriously. “Praise?”

“Praise is good,” you nearly squeak. Dabi hides a smile. 

“Safe word?” 

Oh, god. You have to say it out loud. 

“Bonfire,” you whisper, mortified. Hawks raises his eyes to Dabi in disbelief. Dabi nods infinitesimally. 

“That’s….That’s good. Okay. Yeah. That’s good.” Hawks is trying like hell to hold in his laughter. You can’t raise your eyes from the floor. 

Dabi rises. “I’m gonna go get some wine. Help us relax.” He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you and Hawks to your own devices. 

Hawks smiles at you. “Are you good? Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m good,” you half whisper. “I’m, uh…I get a little…shy…”

“That’s okay. We’ll take good care of you.” The Winged Hero stands and stretches, flaunting his toned stomach under his black tank top, riding high above his joggers. “What helps you relax?”

“Crack the windows,” Dabi calls from the kitchen, over the sounds of glasses clinking as they’re set on the counter. “She likes the sound of the rain. And light some of those candles.”

 As you watch, Hawks flits easily around the room, lighting some of the candles you’ve scattered around the space, with scents like Banana Nut Bread and Bourbon Barrel Cake. As the warm, sweet smells begin to drift around the room, he cracks a couple windows on the far wall, and sure enough, the sounds of the rainstorm fill the room. You feel yourself begin to relax, leaning deeper into the plush folds of the couch. 

“Yeah, I can see it on your face.” Hawks smiles gently at you as he rejoins you on the couch. “Starting to feel better?”

“Yeah. I’ve never… uh, done this.”

“Really? Never?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know many…people. And none of my exes ever would've...Well, they weren't as trusting in me as Dabi is."

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.” Hawks puts an arm around you. “C’mon.” Obediently, you lean back against him, just as Dabi breezes back into the room, balancing three wine glasses and a bottle. 

“Told ya.” He addresses Hawks. “I know what helps.” Handing out the glasses, he sinks down on your other side, sliding a hand down your thigh. “Drink up, birthday girl.”

And so, you do. 

As you drink- careful to not drink enough to get really drunk, just enough to feel it and relax- you just talk. Except words are accompanied by soft touches; a squeeze of the thigh, a light brushing of fingers against your bare shoulder. It occurs to you that you’re still just wrapped in your towel, and though you’re nearly embarrassed you also acknowledge that really, it’ll just save time. 

In minutes, you’ve melted like butter between the two men. The towel is looser now; most of your thighs are exposed, your wet hair has been twisted into a bun to allow more access to your neck, which Hawks is currently buried in. You sigh, contentedly, as Dabi loosens the towel and gently pulls it away, kneeling on the carpeted floor to kiss his way up your thighs. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” he rasps, pushing your thighs apart. “You wanna keep goin’?”

You nod, and Hawks cups your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips. 

“Answer him out loud, sweetheart. We need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you bleat, as Hawks trails a hand down to your chest and tweaks at a nipple. “Yes, I want to keep going.”

“Such a good girl,” Hawks hums, reaching for your other breast to tweak it as well. “She’s such a good girl, Dabi.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dabi smirks, then delves between your thighs, unleashing his tongue on your clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, twisting in Hawks’ grasp. “Oh, fuck-”

“Loud, too,” Hawks remarks, amused. “Gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

You obey, practically throwing yourself against his plush lips, whimpering as he sweeps a tongue against yours, forcing your mouth open. His hand grasps yours, leading it to the tent in his joggers. Without breaking the kiss, he carefully sits up far enough to pull his pants down, freeing his erection. “Touch me, baby,” he orders hoarsely, and sighs as your hand wraps around him and begins to pump. As you jerk him off, he pulls and pinches at your nipples, eliciting small whimpers from you. Dabi watches all of this from below, his tongue circling your clit as he jerks himself off. 

This is so much. It’s nearly too much, and before you know it, the familiar tightening in your stomach is threatening to snap. 

“Oh god,” you pant, breaking free from Hawks’ mouth as you look down at Dabi. “baby- baby i’m g-gonna cum-!”

“Give it to me, baby,” Dabi urges, and Hawks groans against your neck. 

“Let us see you, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

That does it. 

Wailing, you writhe against Dabi’s mouth as everything in you breaks. Dabi holds on to your thighs, continuing his onslaught against your clit, while Hawks strokes your hair and praises you. 

“So good, baby, so pretty,” he coos, as your breath stutters and then slows. “Just a good little slut, hmmm?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, reaching for him and winding your arms around his neck. Hawks chuckles and pulls you into his lap, his erection pressed against your stomach. “C’mon, good girl,” he whispers. “Sit on my dick.”

You oblige, rising yourself up and settling back down as he pushes inside you, little by little, working your way down. 

“‘S big,” you slur, only opening your eyes to locate Dabi, who has relocated to behind the couch, pumping himself as he watches you lower yourself onto another man’s dick. His pupils are dilated, his face awed. 

“Wanna suck your dick,” you gasp as Hawks bottoms out in you and begins to guide your hips back and forth against him. 

Dabi lets out a chuckle. “Nobody’s stopping you, baby.”

Carefully, grinding back and forth on Hawks, you lean forward enough so that you can wrap your lips around the tip of Dabi’s pierced dick. He rewards you with a harsh grunt, then begins to gently fuck your mouth. 

The sounds of panting and skin slapping against skin fills the room; it occurs to you, vaguely, that you are nothing but a toy, a bunch of available, fuckable holes in this moment, and for some reason, that spurns you on further. Dabi lets you take him deep into your throat, muttering appreciation at your enthusiasm. Below you, Hawks takes your hips and roughly begins to lift you up and drop you back down against him, distracting you. 

“Oh, oh my god,” you choke, pulling yourself off of Dabi and pumping him instead as Hawks fucks you. 

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Hawks pants, tilting his head back to see yours. 

“So-so fucking good,” is all you can make out, the way he’s dropping you back down on him is making you see stars, you can barely breathe. Dabi grins widely down at you, taking in the way your breasts bounce, your fucked-out expression. 

“Who’s my good little whore?” he croons, leaning down to stroke your face as his best friend fucks the intelligence out of you. “Who’s my dumb little baby?”

“I am, I am, Daddy,” you cry out, the familiar tightening in your tummy threatening to snap. “I’m your good little whore-”

“You gonna cum, baby?”

Your answering “yes” is echoed by Hawks, who has abandoned the premise of making you ride him and instead has begun thrusting up into you as hard as he can at this angle. Dabi watches in awe and faint amusement as you both implode, you, shaking and crying out, reaching for Dabi as you break, and Hawks whimpering into your neck, panting as he cums inside you. 

Dabi stands to the side of the couch, heating his palms and rubbing soothing circles into your back as you and Hawks both come down from your high. 

“So good,” Dabi croons. “So good, baby. You already made Hawks cum, that pussy is so good.”

Hawks doesn’t look remotely abashed as he lifts his head from your neck, peppering your cheek with little kisses. “I want to die in this pussy, baby.”

You laugh, still shaking a little from the aftermath of your second orgasm, then reach for Dabi once more. This time he obliges, lifting you up off of Hawks effortlessly and holding you to him, your legs wrapped against his waist. “Why don’t we give Hawks a little show, baby?”

You know exactly what he means, and you’re nodding before he finishes his sentence. Dabi briefly cups your face and kisses you, once, chastely, on the lips. “Gonna fuck his cum right outta you, sweetheart,” he promises, and then easily lowers you onto him, still standing beside the couch. 

Easily, almost nonchalantly, Dabi begins fucking you, holding you against him and pushing up into you. You tuck your head into his shoulder, panting as he holds to his word. You can feel yourself leaking, dripping with Hawks’ cum as Dabi’s dick fills you to the brim. Hawks jerks off, his erection restored as he stares, almost in awe, at the poetry of Dabi fucking you. 

This, to be honest, is your favorite way for Dabi to fuck you. To feel like a rag doll as he easily lifts and lowers you against his cock, the spot he hits at this angle, the way it completely makes you lose control. You stop thinking somewhere around thirty seconds in and let yourself become his personal toy, devoid of thought. You are nothing but nerve endings and pliable holes for this man in these moments and you are more than happy to fulfill that role for him. 

You don’t know how long its been or what you’ve said- you are vaguely away that you’re babbling as he fucks you, saying god knows what as you cling to his shoulders, letting him use you, when you feel it again. 

“D-Daddy,” your voice wobbles. “I’m- i’m gonna-”

“You gonna cum again, baby?” Even his voice affects you- you clench down on him involuntarily, and he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart-”

“I’m-I think i’m gonna squirt,” you gasp, and Hawks breathes in sharply behind you. “Oh god, daddy don’t stop, dont stop dont stop-”

“Come on, baby. Make a mess.” And you do.

Dabi pulls you off of him just in time; you squirt against his abdomen, rubbing furiously at yourself to prolong it, completely aware that the way you’re moving could cause you to fall, and not even remotely caring. When it’s over, you more or less collapse, curling into his chest as he carries you to the couch. Hawks helps him lay you down against the cushions, your head in Dabi’s lap while Hawks gently stretches your legs out against his lap. Dabi’s warm fingers sift through your hair. 

“You’ve done such a good job, baby.” Dabi’s fingers move from your hair to your cheek, and you nuzzle into his palm. 

“So good,” Hawks agrees, stroking your ankles. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Think you can do just a little more for us?”

You’re spent, exhausted, but you nod, anyway. Dabi chuckles. “That’s my good girl. Sit up for me, baby.”

You obey, and Dabi gently helps you onto all fours, facing you on hands and knees to Hawks, who is still languidly stroking himself. 

“Think you can suck his dick while I fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

Anything, anything, anything for you. 

Hawks straightens himself out on the couch, so that you’re able to lean down to run your tongue over his tip without any trouble. As you take him deeper into your mouth, Dabi begins to sink into you, little thrusts that pull him deeper and deeper into your greedy pussy, swallowing him whole. 

“You’re so good, baby,” Hawks groans, as you take him into the back of your throat. “So obedient, so pretty, so wet…”

“She’s- she’s a good girl,” Dabi pants, his thrusts quicker now, more urgent. “Aren’t you, honey? Tell us you’re a good girl.”

You lift your head briefly. “I’m a good girl,” you mumble, blushing- how you can blush over words after being in such compromising position escapes you, but here you are, anyway.

Both men groan. 

“Yeah,” Dabi sighs, then seizes your hips and begins to fuck you in earnest. You cry out, and Hawks begins to stroke himself, holding eye contact with you as Dabi pounds into you from behind. 

“Tell me you love it,” Hawks orders, suddenly brusque. 

“I-i love it,” you pant, eyes practically crossing as Dabi’s thrusts turn to an unforgiving pounding. “It’s so good, it’s so hard, i love it i love it i love it-”

“Say thank you,” Dabi pants. “Thank us for fucking you so good.”

“Thank you, thank you Hawks, thank you, Daddy, thank you, I want this all the time, I want you both, I wan- I wan cum, I-” before you know what’s happening, your orgasm hits you like a train; crying out, you push back against Dabi, your entire body shaking. 

“Oh, shit- f-f-fuck- FUCK,” Dabi moans, loudly, and you feel him pumping his cum into you. Your shared orgasm triggers Hawks, who shoots his load onto your face, panting and murmuring praise. 

All three of you slump against the couch, and against each other, a tangle of limbs. Finally, Dabi pulls you upright and back against his chest. Hawks goes to the kitchen and comes back with a rag, wiping your face clean before delivering a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“So,” Dabi chuckles, “Good birthday?”

“Good birthday,” you agree. 

Great birthday.

[assortedcorn]

Finally updating after years of not!

Happy birthday to me and I hope this chapter finds all of you wonderful people who begged me to update and encouraged me to keep writing despite the shit storm that is my life. 🖤

[thewhitehatwriter]

Dabi x Hawks x Reader smut anyone?

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Dabi x f!Reader x Hawks

Warnings: 18+ blog! SMUT! Seriously, it is NSFW. Kinda dubcon, hostage situation, knives (reader gets a light cut)

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Okay, so I’m writing a reader insert DabiHawks fic for my friend’s birthday, but I just have to share what I got so far haha! get ready for some steamy prompts~

If you were a hero, how morally correct would you be?

You have been taken. It is a classic hostage situation, in the middle of a battle both you and Hawks had been spirited away by the villain side.

Hands tied behind your back, quirks surpressed and Hawks teathered to the floor, you had no chance to fight.

Dabi had been interrogating you for the better part of an hour, wanting intel.

You were a new hero, and this was your first hostage situation. Hawks was aware, so he tried his best to protect you. 

His wings were spread, hiding you from the villain’s view.

It was sweet how he wanted to protect you. And though you didn’t really need it, you could take anything the cremation villain had to throw at you, it was rather hot to have the nr. 2 hero all protective over you.

But Dabi finally seemed to realize Hawks wasn’t going to give him any information. So instead, he focussed on you.

The dangerous glint in his eyes made you recall a memory from when you’d fought him a few weeks ago. Back then, he...

Nope no time to think about that right now. Focus. 

Dabi dragged you up and away, just out of reach. There was a kife to your throat, and a clear threat in the air. ‘If you won’t talk to save yourself, maybe you will talk to save her’.

Panic flared up in your chest for a second, but you realized. He was bluffing. Dabi was using you as a bargaining chip, but his threats were empty. He wouldn’t really hurt you. You were about 90% sure.

Hawks didn’t seem as sure as you were, but before he even had the chance to talk you could feel the knife on your throat move.

The cut wasn’t very deep, or painfull, but it shocked you none the less. 

The little trickle of red on your neck had kickstarted Hawks back into action. He was pulling on his restraints, throwing what almost looked like a temper tantrum. If the situation wasn’t so bizarre you would have laughed.

Dabi just sighed, looking bored. “Ughh, you totally killed my artistic mood. Guess it can’t be helped. Turns out today is a day for... alternative methods.”

Before you can even ponder what that would mean, the knife is back on your throat. But this time, it trails back down your neck, carefully avoiding the existing cut, right up to the collor of your hero suit.

You realize what he’s up to, but he doesn’t even acknowledge your cursed insults as he lets the knife tear through the hem of your suit.

He keeps going, informing you of a choice. He wants information, or entertainment. You can pick which one, but he won’t be left empty handed.

When Dabi succesfully cut through the top of your hero costume, the sports bra you wear underneath is fully visable.

Hawks tries his best to respectfully keep his eyes off of you, but Dabi threatens he’ll use fire if Hawks doesn’t pay close attention.

With you two still refusing to give information, Dabi gets started on your sports bra.

The ripping sounds echo through the room, making you grow uneasy.

The further he cuts the more of your cleavage is exposed to both the villain and your collegue. But just as you expect Dabi to give the final cut, Hawks speaks up.

“...It’s at Takoba beach.”

He sounds defeated, wings drooping, as he averts his eyes. The commission wasn’t worth this. 

But instead of letting you go, Dabi pulled you closer. He kept asking questions, Hawks kept answering. Until he coulnd’t

Dabi had asked something neither of you knew the answer to.

You suspected he did it on purpose, just not wantin ghis fun to end. Turning your head, you threw him a look that said: ‘bring it. I’m ready to take whatever you throw my way.’

You didn’t expect him to lean in and whisper, quietly enough so Hawks wouldn’t hear: “You remember your safeword?”

The audacity of this man. The entire time you’d been on edge, not sure if your little arrangement would hold during hostage situations, and now he hits you with this? You scoff right back at him; “Shut up, don’t ruin the moment’”

Shit, how did it escalate this much? You thought back to the first couple of times you’d faced Dabi. From the beginning, you both knew. There was a stragne tension between you.

The elusive villain, wreaking havoc all over town, and the ambitious, young hero, trying her best to take him down. Somehow you’d always run into each other, turns out you were pretty evenly matched.

But all this tension finally came to a snapping point. Dabi had lead you on a wild goose hunt, and before you knew it your fight shifted to an abandoned alley. 

He had managed to pin you down, both of you stunned for a second with the intensity of the situation.

If anyone asked, you honestly wouldn’t know who initiated that first kiss. 

Hot and heavy, a boiling point for all the tension build up over weeks of intense battles, close calls and a strange, mutual respect.

One thing led to another, and before you fully realized how you got to that point you were having the best sex of your life right there in a shady alleyway, with a villain no less. 

And say what you will about Dabi, he knew how to treat a woman.

From there on, every time you saw him you remembered what felt so right about it. You two had the best chemistry, how you fought so well but fucked even better.

You made sure your duties as a hero still came first, but once all civilians were saved it was up to Dabi to make sure you came first. Pun intended.

A low chuckle in your ear pulled you from your memories. The knife, still cutting into your sports bra, stilled for a second. Right. Now was not the time to get distracted. 

“Fuck, I knew you had the hots for that guy but I never imagined you’d be suck a kinky little shit.”

Says the man who’s taking advantage of his poor, defenseless hostage, you huff.

After a final chance to anser a question you didn’t know hte answer off, Dabi ripped the remains of your sports bra away. 

Your tits bounce at the rough action, an Hawks’ eyes are glued to them.

There’s shock on his face, but also a darker hint of lust.

It escalated so quickly from there on. Dabi made a show out of fondeling you, teasingly inching closer to your clothed sex. 

Hawks, recovered from the inital shock, tried his best to look respectfully at the few parts of your body that weren’t exposed.

Then Dabi got rid of the rest of your hero costume, leaving you in just your paties. 

Slowly slipping them down your thighs, he makes a show out of spreading you for Hawks to see. 

Dabi teases your clit, and knowing just how you like it from your previous encounters he gets you wet in minutes.

Slipping a finger inside you he starts taunting again. “What a slut, getting soaking wet from being fingered by a villain. Or is it because Big Bird over there is watching? Do you like putting on a show for him?”

You let out a breathy moan at his dirty talk. And one glance at Hawks shows you you shouldn’t have been triying to keep your voice down in the first place.

Hawks is getting flustered, shifting on the floor. He’s trying, and failing, to hide a half chub. You can’t believe he’s getting turned on by looking at you.

On one hand you feel kind of bad for the guy. But on the other hand, you’re just glad you had an excuse to let loose a little more. Hawks wouldn’t be able to comment on you or your state of ‘enthusiasm’ for the duration of your time as a hostage if he was getting turned on by it himself.

Then there is a hand in your hair, pulling you back. A breathy gasp escapes your throat.  

You try to comply the best you can, though supporting yourself  is a little tricky with your arms still tied behind you and your back arched. 

But Dabi, ever the gentleman, is there to steady you.

He presses you against his chest, grinding his clothed bulge into your ass.

His cock is big, but you already knew that. He takes it out, smearing some of your juices over the length to lube it up.

Dabi forces your thighs further apart, making a show out of pushing into you.

Hawks can do nothing but watch as you get violated by a villain. 

But it doesn’t leave him unaffected. The image of a cock spearing into you, and the downright sinful sounds you’re letting out have him rock hard in his jeans.

Dabi notices and mocks him for it. “Are you getting turned on by your friend being taken by a villain? You’re only a hero when it’s convenient for you.”

Dabi then pushes you down, basically dropping you in Hawks’ lap as he fucks you from behind.

The blonde is clearly panicing with your face so close to his boner

Then there is a hand in your hair. Dabi is rubbing your face over Hawks’ thigh, making you feel the outline of his cock against your cheeks.

It’s too much for him. Hawks apologizes as his hips jerk agaisnt you involuntarily.

But just as Hawks seems to get close, Dabi pulls you away.

He tells Hawks how he sees right through him, how he’s no better than Dabi himself is for wanting this, for enjoying the show. Then Dabi starts fingering your clit, pulling all these delicious moans out of you. 

At first you try to keep them in, for your own pride but also for Hawks’ sake. But once you realize what they do to him, you may let a couple more moans slip than necessary.

Dabi, ever the sadist, tells Hawks he can have you, if he just admits he wants you. The panicked look on the hero’s face tells you he wouldn’t just admit it by himself.

So you tell him: “it’s okay, it’s not your fault, I’m sorry”. Because you are, sorry for so much more than he realizes in that moment. But it is all Hawks needed to let go.

He admits he thinks you’re beautiful, sweet and funny, but since you work at the same agency he tried to be professional. But he wants you.

So Dabi gives him what he wants.

He pushes you back onto Hawks, telling you to take his cock out. 

Dabi fucks you roughly as he makes you suck hawks off, the hand in your hair dictating your pace. 

Hawks will only get what Dabi grants him, bobbing your head up and down in slow, torterous motions. 

Eventually Hawks comes, his wings shooting out. They tremble with his effort to keep them down, keeping some semblance of pride.

Dabi pulls you back up against his chest so you can admire the view.

Dabi’s thrusts slow to a lazy, shallow pace. 

“You’re welcome.” He growls into your ear.

“Was it all you hoped it would be?”

Oof! well, that is the (super) rough draft. I’m currently molding it into a proper fic, already at a 10K wordcount, and no where near done! Chapter 1 is now up on AO3~

Hope my friend will enjoy the fic once it’s finished haha! Fingers crossed, let me know what you thought ;)

Yours truly,

-D.

[keilemlucent]

So i read you're cheating hawks fic and since then ive had this urge to find more dabixhawksxreader fics but i literally cant find any!!! All i want in life is to see my boys fucking. Any suggestions 🥺

honestly they’re in short supply!! which is just... completely tragic. god. 

i DID track down one of the first series of hawks fic i ever read over on ao3  and it happens to be dabihawks x reader :’^)

[lunacyxxx]

When are you going to post DabixHawksxReader 🥺🥺 girl I’m HOOKED

I’ve been so busy with work and stuff since I’m full time. But these next chapters will be spicy, so be ready. Idk when I’ll update the stories themselves but I know in the mean time I’ll be tossing out a few oneshots here and there

[bakugotrashpanda]

Visiting family this weekend so I’m trying to get a DabixHawksxReader piece ready to be queued for tomorrow. the scripting lowkey turned out well so we’ll see how everything else turns out.

[thewhitehatwriter]

Reader x Dabi x Hawks

Warning: 18+, smut!

You, a newbie pro hero, have been taken. It's a classic hostage situation. Until it isn't. Dabi wants information, and you and Hawks will give it to him one way or another. And if he has to play dirty to get what he wants, he doesn't mind at all. ...But why does it seem like you don't mind, either? If you were a hero, how morally correct would you be?

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Biting down on your neck harshly, Dabi pulls a loud gasp from you. You’d love to claim the gasp was purely pained, but even you couldn’t deny the hints of pleasure your voice carried. It was enough of a show of dominance to get Hawks to react.

“Isn’t that enough, you creep! Get away from her!”

Ever the asshole, Dabi pulled a face as if he was actually considering it. “Hmm. You’ll have to make it worth my while. You’ll either give me information, or entertainment. It’s your choice, but I’m not someone to leave empty handed.”

You could feel his low chuckle vibrate into your neck with how close he’d gotten.

“Either way, I’m curious to see what kind of show you’ll put on for me”.

Chapter 1 is now up on AO3! Hope you’ll enjoy~

Yours truly,

-D.

[assortedcorn]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Original Female Character(s), Dabi (My Hero Academia)/Original Female Character(s), Dabi/Reader, Hawks/Reader, Dabi/Hawks/Reader Characters: Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Original Characters, Female Reader - Character Additional Tags: Female POV, hawks x reader, Hawks/reader - Freeform, Hawks & Reader - Freeform, dabi x reader - Freeform, Dabi/Reader - Freeform, Dabi & Reader - Freeform, dabi x hawks x reader - Freeform, Dabi/Hawks/Reader - Freeform, bnha - Freeform, mha - Freeform, boku no hero academia - Freeform, My Hero Academia - Freeform, Female Reader, Keigo Takami - Freeform, Toya Todoroki - Freeform, Angst, shifting, Multiverse, Violence, Do not repost, non-cannon, Goes against main story, not with plot, another hawks fanfic, another Dabi fanfic, Mentions of Death, mentions of depression, mention of violence, trigger warning, Eventual Smut, Smut, smut with feelings, contains spoilers Summary:

You ever come across one of those tik tok videos of people saying they “shifted” to their dream world? Yeah, me too.

Here’s a story about a reader who shifts. Will they get stuck in their desired reality?