#toukei smut

[thesakuragarnet]

TasteBuds

Summary:

Dabi only had to hook up with Hawks once to develop an unhealthy obsession with the Pro Hero. An obsession that has him craving Hawks every moment of every day.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

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Tags: DabiHawks, 0ral fixation, biting/marking, obsessive/possessive dabi, explicit s3xual content, swearing, making out, light angst, smut, cannibalistic thoughts but in a sexy way,

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Dabi only had to hook up with Hawks once to develop an unhealthy obsession with the Pro Hero. The twisted night of overwhelming passion dissolved into a string of trysts. Dabi believed he had Hawks on a leash, wrapped tightly around his finger just for him. He was the perfect toy…the perfect choice…

He got such a thrill out of corrupting the HPSC’s golden boy. 

The way his lips felt on his skin. The way his body responded to his touch. The way their tongues intertwined in such a deliciously devilish manner. Dabi wanted more. He found himself lazily fantasizing about Hawks whenever he had spare time for his mind to wander. About the way his body looked in the moonlight. About the way the goosebumps peppered his skin when he got just a little too cold. About the way he’d cried his name out in the shadows of Dabi’s bedroom.

It made his skin crawl with overwhelming lust. It made him thirst for Hawks’ touch…for the taste of his lips…for the feeling of sinking his teeth into Hawks’ tanned skin and taut muscles.

It drove Dabi insane …or…at least more insane than already self-proclaimed. Hawks has to be out of his mind as well, considering he keeps finding his way back into Dabi’s bedroom of the Gunga Mountain Villa. 

Dabi’s leather boot kicks the door shut behind them as his hands wrap around the back of Hawks’ neck, pulling him closer as they sloppily make out with one another.

“Fuck, I could just eat you up, birdie,” Dabi rasps hungrily into the kiss, desperate and longing and oh so very obsessed. 

Hawks moans, slightly exaggerated and clearly for Dabi’s benefit; he knows he’ll get off on it.

Dabi gets off on the touch-and-go of control. He gets off on knowing he’s doing a good job. He gets off on knowing he’s the reason that Hawks feels good.

Dabi wants to taste him. He wants to sink his teeth into his flesh until he leaves the most beautiful indentations in his skin…until he’s marked so thoroughly that everyone will know Dabi was there…on his skin…intimate and purposeful. 

He wants to taste all of Hawks on his tongue. His skin. His sweat. His tears. His spit. His cum. He wants to memorize the flavor. He wants to lose himself in the overwhelming sensory influx that is Hawks . 

He wants to put that ridiculously long tongue of his to use, stitches and all. 

He wants Hawks to put his own mouth to use, too. It sends shivers down Dabi's spine thinking about it…thinking about how Hawks’ mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. It makes lust stir in his gut and fog haze over his mind when he fantasizes about Hawks, on his knees in front of Dabi, eyes wet and mascara smeared, nose pressing into Dabi’s happy trail, tongue massaging his shaft. 

“ Hawks ~,” Dabi groans, breathy and borderline pornographic as his fingers ball up into fists, grabbing at the back of the hero’s jacket, threatening to rip it off. Hawks takes the hint and immediately starts shrugging out of it, prompting Dabi to do the same with his own leather coat. 

Hawks’ hands brace against Dabi’s pecs, squeezing with enough force to pull a muffled whimper from the villain’s throat and make his cock throb in his pants. Two more steps backward, and Dabi’s sitting on the bed, pulling Hawks into his lap. 

Gasps and hushed words of praise pollute the air as they grind against one another, their erections separated between layers of clothing, hard enough for them to feel it.

Dabi’s hands drag down Hawks’ neck, unclasping the button at the back of his neck and jerking as the leotard falls open, exposing his pecs and rippling abs. 

Dabi practically growls as he sinks his teeth into the space between Hawks’ shoulder and neck, biting down and tracing circles with his tongue, tasting the small beads of sweat on his skin. 

Hawks gasps, canting his hips in Dabi’s lap, earning another muffled pleasured noise from the villain. Dabi moves to Hawks’ neck, licking and sucking and biting, leaving mark after mark after mark on his tanned skin. 

Dabi’s addicted to it…the texture of his flesh…the way it feels lathering his tongue over it…the way a deep, dark part of his brain wants him to bite hard enough to draw blood and really mark him up. Dabi has to stop himself. He wants both of them to enjoy this.

“Want me to suck you off?” Hawks huffs, and Dabi’s lips curl into a nefarious smile, smug and horny as he pulls away to look him in the eyes. 

“Only if I get to taste you, too, dove,” Dabi sneers, his hands finding their way to Hawks’ belt. 

“I got it,” Hawks murmurs, and, in a flurry of crimson feathers, they’re both naked; their clothes are whisked away into a surprisingly organized pile in the corner of the bedroom. The lovers position themselves on their sides on Dabi’s bed, awkwardly lining their faces up with one another’s cocks. 

Dabi makes the first move; his tongue dances in circles on the flesh on Hawks’ inner thighs, relishing in the texture of his smooth skin. It’s warm on Dabi’s inhumanly hot tongue, snaking over the goosebumps on bulging muscles, teeth lightly nipping, not marking, just teasing. 

Hawks whines, hot breath ghosting over Dabi’s leaking erection, making his eyelids flutter. 

Hawks wraps a hand around Dabi’s dick, spreading the precum as he starts jerking him off, whispering curses as Dabi slowly sucks him into his mouth. 

There’s something sick about how much Dabi loves blowing Hawks. Maybe it’s the vulnerability. Maybe it’s the power trip of knowing he’s pleasing him. Maybe it’s the fact that Hawks has a nice cock. Either way, Dabi seems to have memorized Hawks’ sweet spots in the bedroom, rolling his tongue over a sensitive point that makes Hawks twitch. Dabi pulls his lips back with a slick popping sound, letting out a low, raspy groan as Hawks takes his cock all the way into his mouth. 

“ Shit ,” Dabi moans, hands reaching to massage the flesh on the hero’s ass as he licks and suckles the precum from the head of Hawks’ cock. 

The sounds echoing off Dabi’s bedroom walls are downright obscene as the hero and villain enthusiastically suck each other off, drooling with watery eyes and heavy breaths. They’re utterly ruining each other, passion glazing over their eyes.

A salacious cry muffles in Hawks’ throat, vibrating around Dabi’s cock until the hero lazily lets it out of the corner of his mouth, along with a mix of saliva and precum that drips onto the sheets. It makes Dabi’s chest heave, and his tongue practically snakes around Hawks’ dick, indulging in the texture of the veins. 

“ Dabi ~!” Hawks sputters, wings flaring out behind him and feathers curling as he starts frantically sucking the soul out of the villain; he’s determined to make Dabi come first.

“ God , just like that,” Dabi pants, letting out a shaky breath as heat pools in the pit of his stomach. He looks down to watch the vulgar display between his legs, massaging Hawks’ dick with his hand as he shudders.

“You want it, baby? You want it?” Dabi’s voice is between a cocky laugh and a breathless moan as he coaxes Hawks, the pleasure burning through his body and threatening to explode.

Hawks nods, cheeks hollowing out as he bobs his head, hand cupping Dabi’s balls. 

“ Fuck ,” Dabi chokes out, toes curling and hips stuttering as he comes down Hawks’ throat. To Dabi’s delight, he doesn’t stop.

Hawks is a beautiful mess, gulping down each drop as Dabi’s cock starts to soften, trapped within the wet heat of Hawks’ maw. 

“Keep it up, and I’ll just have to fuck you,” Dabi’s voice twists from a sarcastic laugh to a husky groan as Hawks continues to suck his flagging erection, getting him hard again in no time. 

“Promise?” Hawks teases with his mouth full, eyes heavy-lidded. 

Fuck , if that doesn’t make Dabi want him carnally. 

“Promise,” Dabi slurs, the haze of orgasm fogging his brain as he traces Hawks’ slit with his tongue.

Hawks’ feathers twitch, and Dabi hears a sharp intake of breath before it’s replaced with lewd slurping once again. Dabi hums at the overstimulation, ever so slightly rolling his hips, feeling his lover greedily oblige, working against his gag reflex to take Dabi completely inside. 

Sweet shivers run down Dabi’s spine, heat prickling beneath his skin as he suddenly shoves Hawks away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He practically pounces on Hawks, fingernails digging into the hero’s shoulders as he feverishly kisses him, savoring the aftertaste of his own cum. 

Hawks’ feathers swiftly retrieve the lube from a drawer, uncapping it, and Dabi promptly snatches it from them when they hover within his reach; before it can zip away, he grabs one of the smaller feathers.

“What’re you doing with that?” Hawks raises an eyebrow. 

“You’ll see,” Dabi huffs as he slathers the lube on his throbbing cock, watching Hawks spread his legs with his mouth open. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Dabi slurs, desire boiling in his blood as he stares at the hero. He puts the tip of the downy feather between his lips, holding it there tightly as he presses his hot tip to Hawks’ entrance. 

Hawks sighs as Dabi starts pressing inside, inch by inch, achingly slow, breath hitching as the warmth envelops him. Hawks wraps his legs around Dabi’s waist, locking his ankles at the small of his back as Dabi bottoms out. 

Dabi barely gives Hawks time to adjust before he starts gently bucking his hips, and, then, he sucks the feather into his mouth. 

Languid moans pour from Hawks’ lips as Dabi glides his tongue over the vanes, and, to Hawks, it feels like Dabi’s dragging his tongue over his entire body. It’s electric. It’s addicting.

Dabi can’t get enough of Hawks’ reactions. 

He twirls it in his mouth as he ruts his hips, watching his lover squirm and sputter beneath him at the combined stimulation. 

It makes Dabi’s head swim, and he swears he can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. 

“ Dabi ~ ah ~ AH~ !” Hawks almost screams, his words coming out in broken sobs.

Dabi’s utterly intoxicated by the passion and pleasure, obsessed with feeling the feather quiver on his tongue.

It’s all for him…all for him . Hawks is his . 

Hawks is his . 

His to hold. 

His to kiss.

His to fuck.

Forever.

His eyes fall to Hawks’ cock, glistening with precum and reddening into a purple. 

Dabi's tongue lolls out of his mouth, letting the feather slowly slip off and land on Hawks’ abdomen. Hawks bites his lip, and the feather promptly floats back up, sticking to Dabi’s chest, feeling the vibrations of his heartbeat. 

The realization makes pink dust the healthy flesh on Dabi’s cheeks, but he doesn’t stop pounding his hips. Instead, he lurches forward, mouth latching onto the side of Hawks’ neck as his hands harshly grab at his flesh, mimicking a mating press. 

“Fuck! Fu- uck !” Hawks wails, breaths hot and heavy as Dabi sucks a dark mark on his neck.

Dabi loses his composure, whimpering from the overwhelming pleasure, breath hissing out of his nose with every thrust; his movements become desperate and sloppy as he gets closer and closer. 

“Gonna come,” The hero stammers, voice cracking, wings flaring behind him and splaying on the bed. 

“You’re mine , Hawks, you’re fucking mine ~!” Dabi rasps, humping Hawks like his life depends on it, biting so hard into his shoulder that he almost breaks the skin. 

The sound that Hawks makes is a mix of pain and pleasure as he sails over the edge, and Dabi feels his walls spasming around his cock. 

“Mine! Mine! Mine! ” Dabi sputters as he sees white, gasping as he keeps grinding his hips with every convulsion, burying himself deep inside. 

It’s only when Hawks starts crying from the overstimulation that Dabi stops, body shuddering and muscles aching. 

“Shhhh…shhhhh,” Dabi slurs, grunting as he lifts himself up to lick Hawks’ tears from his face.

Hawks’ eyelids flutter. 

“Fuck, Dabi,” He whines before cupping the villain’s cheek and bringing him in for a passionate kiss. 

Dabi returns the gesture, tongue intertwining with his lover’s. 

After what seems like an eternity, they separate, still connected by a thin line of spit before Dabi wipes it away. 

“You alright?” Dabi mutters.

“Other than the fact that your bite’s gonna bruise for a fucking week, yeah. That was…wow,” Hawks pants, trying to catch his breath.

“You told me I could bite. If you told me to stop, I would’ve,” Dabi huffs as he starts pulling out, making Hawks wince. “Next time. Tell me.”

“Gotcha,” Hawks nods as Dabi collapses beside him, “Guess I figured you woulda kept going one way or another.”

“Villain. Not a monster,” Dabi’s voice is muffled in the pillow. 

Hawks raises his eyebrow as he stares up at the dusty ceiling fan. 

“You wanna go shower?” Hawks elbows Dabi. 

“Gimme a minute.”

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Dabi wasn’t supposed to feel things. He hated feeling things. His feelings were a reminder of his failures.

It was his most fatal flaw…it was something he absolutely loathed about himself.

So, why…why in the fucking world was he losing his mind and close to bursting into bloody tears over this when Hawks was supposed to just be a fuckbuddy?

His relationship with Hawks had been loosely professional. They’d been using each other in more ways than one…and Dabi convinced himself he hadn’t gotten attached, other than the weird possessiveness he’d felt over the Pro Hero.

Well, now, his fists are clenched, and smoke curls from the scars on his wrists, staples glowing hot as his body temperature rises.

He stands in the doorway, holding the feather that Skeptic’s cameras found, hidden in the doors of one of the meeting rooms.

It’s a miracle the crimson vanes haven’t curled and ignited in brilliant cerulean. 

“Hawks,” Dabi borderline growls, trying to keep his voice even after just slamming the door open, interrupting the hero’s session with Twice. “Care to explain what the FUCK this was doing outside the Lieutenant’s meeting room?”

Hawks is irrationally cool, calm, and collected…despite the fact that Dabi’s unvoiced threats hold their weight in gold.

The smoke is enough to send Twice into a panicked frenzy.

“Dabi! What gives?! So glad you finally showed up!” Twice blurts, jumping to his feet and flicking him off. 

“Leave, Twice,” Dabi orders, the gravelly rasp laced with a ferocity that shakes Twice out of the split, and he skips out without protest. 

“I shed all the time. You should know that,” Hawks rolls his eyes. “Remember how many were in your bed?”

SLAM!

Dabi’s fists punch the wall on both sides of Hawks’ head, trapping him between his arms.

Hawks’ feathers stiffen.

Dabi notices. 

“What are you gonna do, Dabi? Kill me?” Hawks clicks his tongue, looking up at him with a steely, cocky expression that Dabi wishes he could burn off. 

“I just fucking might,” The villain spits, breath hot and heavy as he splays his fingers on the walls, fingertips smoking slightly.

“But then you’ll lose your favorite toy,” Hawks pouts, but Dabi can see something else in his eyes. Is it fear? Is he afraid because Dabi’s intimidating? Or is he afraid because he’s actually a lying traitor?

Dabi can’t decide.

Why does some small part of him want Hawks to be telling the truth?

Why does some small part of him want to believe him?

Dabi’s lip curls, gritting his teeth, but Hawks maintains his resolve, at least on the outside. 

“Is that the only reason why you’re here? You wanted to be a toy?” Dabi snaps, knowing that at least that part is bullshit.

Hawks is worth way more than that. 

“Uh-uh,” Hawks clicks his tongue again before brazenly poking Dabi in the chest with a finger and adding, “ Your toy.”

Dabi’s eyes narrow, and he ponders lighting his chest on fire to burn through Hawks’ glove and prove a point.

“You’re too valuable to be some toy . You’re the goddamn number two,” Dabi spits, “You know that’s why I didn’t scout out just any Pro Hero.” 

“Aw, you have a soft spot for me?” Hawks teases, but Dabi can still make out that glitter in his eyes…a glitter that makes it seem like he’s been caught in a lie.

Dabi isn’t in the mood to be buttered up. 

“You think I just let anyone sleep with me?” He blurts angrily. 

That makes the glitter fade; it’s replaced by a darker confusion. 

“What does that mean?”

Dabi’s said too much. 

“Just this once. Just this once I’ll let this slide. Say you shed it by accident. If I find another one, you’re fucking dead. Got it?” Dabi scoffs with finality, crumpling the feather in his hand before letting it flitter to the floor.

He turns on his heel and dramatically storms out of the room before Hawks can say anything else.

Epilogue: When Hawks tries to talk to Dabi later, his bedroom door is locked. The next day, the heroes attack.

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[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks smut’n fluff 👀💦

Dabi just wanted to be fucked, goddamn it.

He wanted to be grabbed roughly and slammed against the headboard while getting sneered and growled at.

That’s why he picked Hawks to do this with in the first place, because he expected the hatefuck of the century.

Well, that was a part of it at least.

So why, dear holy fuck why, was he currently being held, firmly sure, but with so much tenderness it made his head spin?

Why was Hawks rolling his hips slowly and intensly while gazing down at him with his stupidly beautiful honey golden eyes, pupils blown huge and wild, affection and attraction shining trough clearer than Dabi had ever been viewed with before?

It’s all too much in an entirely new way, and all Dabi can so is lie there and take it.

The worst part is that afterwards, Dabi feels himself thinking that he wouldn’t mind that happening again.

This time however, he comes prepared.

He lets Hawks kiss him intensly and desperatly, allows him to caress his body with care and wonder, even lets himself look into those golden eyes for a few more seconds than strictly necessary.

But when they move on to the main event, Dabi quickly flips them over and climbs into Hawks lap before the pretty bird knows what hits him.

The blond sits under him with his back against the bedrest, his wings lax and spread behind him, looking up at Dabi like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, eyes glimmering, freckle dusted cheeks pink and mouth slightly agape in wonder.

Maybe this wasn’t as good of an idea as Dabi had first thought, but fuck it if he was gonna back down.

So he lowers himself onto Hawks, throws his head back with a loud groans as he does, and to his joy he feels Hawks’ taloned hands grip his hips so hard he dares hoping for a bruise or two.

When he’s bottomed out Dabi tips his head forward again, and the second his own electric blue eyes meets the hero’s golden ones, he knows he’s done for.

This time Dabi doesn’t mind the eyecontact.

He doesn’t mind the intensity in Hawks’ eyes, the fondness in his hands as they grip his own bony hips tightly, or the broken whines the hero lets out as they merge into one once again.

In fact, when Hawks’ wings starts to trembles as Dabi’s hips starts to speed up, he finds himself unable to stop from reaching out and gently touching them, threadinf his hands trough the soft, but deadly feathers that trembles so beautifully.

He cherishes it as he hears his pretty little bird start letting out chirps and coo’s in time with Dabi’s own moans and whimpers of pleasure, and he thrives as Hawks’ mouth hovers over the junction where his shoulder and neck connects.

He knows he won’t bite him, not there, not now, he knows what that would mean to his bird brain, but against all his previous judgements and denials, Dabi finds himself thinking that somewhere in the future, he might not mind the idea of it very much at all.

Somehow they reach their climax together, at the same time, and it’s honestly the best Dabi can ever remember feeling, ever.

It intense, it’s incredible, it’s all consuming; it’s them.

It’s everything now, and Dabi is both thrilled and terrified to see where they will go from here.

[notreallyuseless]

Hello everyone :D

I might have written a Touya-centric no quirk universe TouKei strangers-to-friends-to-lovers fic on ao3... it's officially out. Out in the world. I'm so nervous. I hope people that are interested to read it enjoy!

It'll be fluff, angsty and filled with funny dialogue, you might have whiplash haha!

(Warning: there will be no smut, sorry lol <3)

Here's the ao3 summary!

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"In his opinion, Touya has a great life right now.

He has a cheap but clean house he shares with friends, he texts Natsuo and Fuyumi regularly and he meets with Shoto every two weeks to tutor him and his classmates. Things are going great.

So he doesn’t really know what happened for him to be standing in front of a flaming swing in the middle of the night.

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Or Touya has some destructive tendencies that he can't get rid of and meets the cutest firefighter with golden eyes that might destroy his life if he's not careful."

[gatobrujoart]

Someone kept a memento of a certain bird hero and he loves to play with it.

Hawks meetings went a little hard...in more of one sense. Lol

Gatobrujoart

[amethystsong]

I did a thing! Here's my first fanfiction! It's an 18k Dabihawks Toukei where they are ex lovers who investigate a cruise ship murder! Ft Shiganat, banter, smut and fluff. Give it a go!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30392622

[thesakuragarnet]

Silent Night

Summary:

“Are you serious?! Your family is in the house, Touya,” Keigo whispers heatedly. “C’mon, dove. We can be quiet. And the door’s locked,” Touya rasps, voice breathy and pulse racing.

OR

Touya and Keigo share a bed during a Christmas Eve power outage.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

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Tags: DabiHawks, explicit s3xual content, swearing, making out, QUIRKLESS AU (NO QUIRKS), sharing a bed, power outage, secret relationship, christmas smut, quiet s3x

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It’s Christmas Eve in Musutafu, and Touya Todoroki pulls into the driveway with his boyfriend, Keigo Takami, in the passenger seat.

“Remind me to drive next time,” Keigo mutters, running a hand through his hair, “You’re lucky we didn’t get pulled over with your driving…or that we made it here at all.”

“Are you gonna bring a bag for me to puke in?” Touya counters as he turns the car off. 

Keigo’s eyes narrow, and he gets out of the car without any more protest. 

“That’s what I thought,” Touya snorts triumphantly as he hops out into the frigid air. His shoes crunch on the snowy gravel. 

“AMBUSH!” 

WHAM!

“Fuck!” Touya swears as a snowball collides with the side of his head before he’s enveloped in an overbearing hug. 

“Good to see you, too, Natsuo. Now get the hell off me,” He grumbles, shoving his beaming brother away while Keigo closes the trunk, brandishing armfuls of gifts for Touya’s family. 

“Aw, are all those for me?” Natsuo chuckles.

“Sorry. Only for the siblings that don’t pelt me in the head,” Touya sneers, punching him in the arm with enough force to know he didn’t appreciate it.

“Lemme help,” Natsuo offers, taking some of the gifts out of Keigo’s hands before walking back inside the house. 

“I don’t see your dad’s car,” Keigo takes note as he uses his now-free arm to sling his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping to key it,” Touya frowns, pulling his backpack out of the car before locking it. The two walk up the snowy pathway to the front door, shaking the snow off their shoes before stepping inside and taking them off. 

“My baby’s home!” Rei Todoroki exclaims, rushing to embrace her son before pulling Keigo in as well. “And you brought Keigo!” 

“Good to see you too, Miss Todoroki,” Keigo mumbles through his scarlet scarf. 

“Your father’s on a work trip…again. So he won’t be joining us tonight,” Rei sighs, scratching the back of her neck, not noticing Touya fisting the air in victory. 

“Oh no,” Touya’s tone is blatantly sarcastic, and Keigo elbows him in the side harshly.

“I guess you two will be staying in Touya’s childhood bedroom tonight. Like a little sleepover! Just like you two used to before you went off to college!” Rei grins as if she’s reminiscing, leading them to Touya’s room to drop off their things. Keigo clocks her words and yanks Touya by the elbow of his jacket before whispering in his ear:

“Your mom has no idea we’re dating, does she?”

“As far as my mother is concerned, I’m a goddamn virgin and a perfect student,” Touya hisses, leering at Keigo. 

“Mhm. Got it,” Keigo shrugs, shaking his head. They were going to find out sooner or later. 

Rei opens the door to Touya’s childhood bedroom.

“I’m going to go help Fuyumi finish up with Christmas dinner! You boys make yourselves at home!” She grins before walking further down the hallway to the kitchen. 

“Really?” Keigo groans at the blow-up mattress on the floor beside Touya’s bed.

“I mean,” Touya hushes under his breath, “You can always sneak into my bed in the middle of the night. It’ll be a tight fit though. Never upgraded out of a twin bed.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” Keigo huffs, nodding his head with a  “duh” expression. 

…

…

At first, Christmas Eve seemed to carry on as usual without any problems. They all planned to exchange gifts the next morning on Christmas Day. Dinner was amazing. Fuyumi, unfortunately, made everyone get into matching snowflake pajamas before sitting in the living room to watch Christmas movies. That is…until-

ZZZZAPP!

The Todoroki family house goes completely dark, and, when Touya looks out the window, he notices the entire street has gone dark.

“Looks like there’s a power outage,” Shoto explains, scrolling on his phone. 

“Does that mean the heat’s out, too?!” Natsuo gripes.

“We’ll all just have to bundle up extra warm tonight,” Rei smiles warmly, and Touya winks at Keigo, earning another heavy sigh. 

…

…

“Touya!” Keigo whispers in the darkness.

“Yeah?” Touya groans.

“I’m fucking freezing !”

“Yeah. The power’s out. And you’re on the floor. Cold air sinks,” Touya replies flatly. 

“I know cold air sinks! Can I bunk with you?” Keigo asks in a hushed whisper. Touya’s bed creaks as he leans over the side to stare down at Keigo with a devious smirk. 

“Oh, you want me to warm you up?” He sneers playfully.

“Shut up!” Keigo hisses, but Touya pats the edge of the mattress, pulling his blankets up and beckoning Keigo to climb in. 

Keigo carefully crawls into the bed, but it’s so small that they’re both forced to sleep on their sides, right up against one another. 

So close, in fact, that Keigo can feel Touya’s very obvious erection pressed up against his ass.

“Are you serious?! Your family is in the house, Touya,” Keigo whispers heatedly. 

“C’mon, dove. We can be quiet. And the door’s locked,” Touya rasps, voice breathy and pulse racing. 

“Can you? Because you never shut up,” Keigo remarks, half-flirting-half-serious.

“I will if you kiss me,” Touya coos, mischievously tapping Keigo’s shoulder.

Keigo sighs, shaking his head before he turns to face Touya and gently connects their lips. Touya seems to melt, arms snaking up the back of Keigo’s shirt, feeling the curves and ridges of his muscles. 

Keigo breathes deeply into the kiss, tongue gliding across Touya��s bottom lip, and the bed creaks as Touya ends up on his back with Keigo lying on top of him. Touya gasps when he feels Keigo’s own slowly growing erection pressing up against his. The gasp lets Keigo slip his tongue into Touya’s mouth, and Touya happily obliges, a lewd moan muffling in his throat as their tongues tease each other. 

Touya bucks his hips, making Keigo sharply inhale at the friction, and he starts mouthing down from Touya’s lips to place kisses along his jawline. Touya cards his hand through Keigo’s blonde hair, chewing on the inside of his cheek to give him something to focus on besides the pleasure as Keigo moves further south. They’re already both in just boxers and T-shirts, so Keigo doesn’t need to do much to free Touya’s rock-hard cock as he sinks further beneath the blankets. 

Keigo presses sloppy kisses from the bottom of Touya’s shaft to his tip before licking up the sides. 

“Aw, fuck…come on, baby, quit teasing ,” Touya moans softly, making sure only Keigo can hear him. He’s so turned on that it’s getting painful, and it's taking everything in him not to grind his hips and fuck his boyfriend’s mouth. 

Keigo’s lips wrap around the head, the warmth putting butterflies in Touya’s stomach and making his toes curl as he sucks on it, hand gently stroking the shaft. 

Touya gently bites his own hand, eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing as his breathing labors. 

Keigo sucks more of Touya’s cock into his mouth, and Touya can barely hear the sounds beneath the blanket. 

There’s something electric about the risk of being discovered; it scratches Touya’s brain in just the right spot. 

It isn’t long before Keigo hits just the right spot, too, and then, Touya’s coming down his throat with a broken gasp. 

Keigo sucks him through it, relishing in his lover’s squirms as he swallows it all.

Touya pulls the blanket up so they can lock eyes. His pupils are blown out. 

“Fuck me, Keigo,” Touya blurts, struggling to keep his voice down. 

Keigo blinks. He didn’t expect them to fuck while they were here. 

“Touya, I-”

“Please,” He purrs, “I want it. I want you .”

“I didn’t bring-”

“I did. And I can clean the sheets so no one’s gonna find out,” Touya cuts him off again in a hushed whisper, reaching over and pulling a bottle of lube out of his nightstand drawer as he starts kicking off his underwear. “You’re acting like this is our first time,” He adds, clearly irritated. 

“Your brother’s room is literally down the hall!” Keigo mutters. 

“We just have to be quiet!” Touya insists, his voice tense, “ Please .”

Keigo sighs before giving in, “Fine.”

He shimmies out of his boxers, kicking them under the sheets as he keeps the blankets and covers draped over the both of them. He uncorks the bottle of lube, smoothing it over his leaking cock, shivering at the frigid sensation. Touya grins before turning over, unashamedly sticking his bare ass toward Keigo, whose face turns cherry red. 

“You’re so over-the-top today,” Keigo shakes his head as he puts the lube down, fisting his cock to try to get it up in the cold. 

“I’m horny. Sue me,” Touya’s voice is muffled; he’s lying face down on his pillow. 

Keigo grunts as he starts to slip inside, hands bracing Touya’s hips; Touya bites into the pillow, letting the cloth muffle his moan. Touya’s cock hangs limp between his legs, and his body shudders at the overstimulation. 

Keigo swears under his breath. Touya’s insides feel so warm, and he takes him so easily. 

The first thrust steals the air from Touya’s lungs. 

The second makes him stifle a wail into the pillow. 

The third makes his back arch and has him quietly pleading for more. 

Keigo’s breath hitches, the pleasure rushing through his body and consuming him as he rocks his hips. 

Touya lifts his head, spit practically covering his face from how hard he’s been breathing and drooling on the pillow, and he rests it on the side, letting soft moans pour from his mouth.

“More. More. More. Keigo. Please. Keigo. Keigo ,” He breathes, voice barely audible but coated in lust and greed.

It makes Keigo bite his lip before he can be a hypocrite and blow their cover. It drives him wild when Touya gets insatiable like this. He’s obsessed with how much Touya fervently wants him when they’re intimate. 

He’s not going to last long if Touya keeps moaning his name like that.

“Fuck,” Keigo pants under his breath, “ Fuck , Touya~ .”

Now, Touya’s biting his lip, hands gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly he’s white-knuckling. He puts his face back down on the pillow again, and muffled sounds of pleasure reach Keigo’s ears. 

Keigo’s eyelids flutter, and he’s getting close. Touya looks so pretty writhing beneath him. He can tell he’s trying so hard to be quiet, but it feels so damn good that he can’t help it. Keigo changes his angle, gently grinding against Touya’s prostate, making Touya flinch and whine. 

At this rate, Touya’s going to come untouched.

And, when Touya reaches up to desperately grasp at the headboard and mute his scream by shoving the corner of the pillow into his mouth, Keigo knows that’s exactly what’s happening. 

Touya’s body convulses, but Keigo’s grip on his hips stops his legs from buckling. 

Only two more strokes and Keigo sighs as he comes inside Touya.

The air is thick and hot, mostly because they’re beneath blankets.

The only sound is their heavy breaths, laden with satisfaction.  

The moment Keigo pulls out, Touya lets his body collapse, grimacing at the wet spot beneath him. 

“Gross…but worth it,” He yawns, feeling the calm wash over his body. Keigo positions himself half on top of Touya and half on the edge of the mattress. 

“You wanna go to the bathroom to clean up?” Keigo nudges him. 

“Nah. That’s morning me’s problem,” Touya sighs. 

“Morning Touya is gonna be pissed,” Keigo chuckles. 

“Like I said. That’s his problem. Fucking tired,” He yawns in response, “Love you, though.”

“Love you, too, Touya,” Keigo grins before kissing Touya’s bare shoulder. 

“G’night,” Touya mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. 

“Goodnight.”

[thesakuragarnet]

O*B*S*E*S*S*E*D

Summary: Dabi is beyond obsessed. He’s obsessed with the way that Hawks cries out when they’re fucking. He’s obsessed with the way Hawks looks pinned beneath him, writhing and clinging for dear life to the bed, breath hot and heavy in the air. Dabi is obsessed with his new toy and everything he has to offer…at least…that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Hawks is suffocating. He's drowning in ideals that he's been conditioned to ignore and cast aside. Now, he finds that instead of drowning in the blood of his enemies, he's drunk off love and lust...underneath one of Japan's most wanted.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, obsessive/possessive Dabi, heavy smut, swearing, making out, intimacy

Word Count: 3,087 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: T0p d0m Dabi, sub b0ttom Hawks, a n a l sex, bl0wjobs, sloppy/sleepy s3x and kisses, morning s3x, aftercare, explicit s3xual content

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Dabi is beyond obsessed. He’s obsessed with the way that Hawks cries out when they’re fucking. He’s obsessed with the way Hawks looks pinned beneath him, writhing and clinging for dear life to the bed, breath hot and heavy in the air. Dabi is obsessed with his new toy and everything he has to offer…at least…that’s what he keeps telling himself. It's getting harder and harder for him to swallow his emotions. His mask slips around Hawks; he catches himself letting Touya slip through the cracks, staring at the hero with wide, shining eyes full of hope and talking until his throat hurts. It's...easier with Hawks. Dabi doesn't understand it. His guard should be up. His walls should be impenetrable. Still, from their very first kiss, Dabi's felt like his soul has been snatched up. He can only maintain his uncaring facade for so long until they're alone, and then, he finds himself whispering sweet nothings in Hawks' ears. He finds himself wanting Hawks. 

At the same time, Hawks is suffocating. He's drowning in ideals that he's been conditioned to ignore and cast aside. Now, he finds that instead of drowning in the blood of his enemies, he's drunk off love and lust...underneath one of Japan's most wanted. He didn't expect Dabi to be so intentional and intimate. Inviting Dabi into his bed became commonplace after their first time, when Dabi carefully and consensually coaxed him to climax, checking in with him more times than should've been necessary. Dabi was a villain. He shouldn't have cared how Hawks felt about their little fling...if that's all it was. Hawks was used to being used...and sex with Dabi should've been no different. Except, it was. It was so abhorrently different that it flipped Hawks' brain inside out. Sex with Dabi felt safe, and it was extremely concerning and a little insane to even consider "Dabi" and "safe" in the same breath. But, it was comforting. Hawks craved the villain's sweet embrace with such a violent thirst that it felt unbearable. Every fleeting touch made his wings stiffen and his heart flutter. 

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Hawks was just finishing up his patrol shift when his phone buzzed in his pocket. In truth, he thought it was the HPSC leader bugging him for more intel on the League; he certainly was caught off guard by the "you up?" text from Dabi followed by the address of a love hotel. Hawks snorts before he dials the burner phone he's memorized by heart. 

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Only supposed to call for emergencies, birdie," Dabi hums mockingly into the phone as he lounges on the king-sized hotel bed. 

"You're the one who sent me you up," Hawks chides, and Dabi rolls his eyes, resting a scarred arm behind his head as he kicks off his leather boots. 

"I've got an update for you. Wanna discuss it in person," He admits, keeping his descriptions minimal. Dabi's whole identity has been mystique, a charming similarity that he finds in Hawks. 

"Sure you're not just horny?" Hawks teases, a glimmer of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

There's a brief silence and a scoff, and, when Dabi speaks again, there's a distinct edge to his voice:

"Are you coming or not?"

'Did he take offense to that?' Hawks wonders, eyebrows raising at the prospect of the villain hinting at mutual feelings. Neither of them voiced that they cared for one another...not explicitly. Sure, the longing touches following hookups were a little more than casual, and the gentle words they whispered to one another were a little more than simple seductions. Hawks runs over his schedule for the following day in his head before deciding he can afford a night with Dabi.

"Be there in ten."

...

...

Hawks turns the hotel room key over and over between his fingers as he struts down the hallway, thoughts spiraling in his brain.

What intel could Dabi have gathered? Had he figured out that he was a lying bastard? Had the villains made even more advances? Was he just looking for a quickie?

Finally, he finds the right hotel room, and he straightens up his posture, looking around to make sure there's no civilians before he puts the key in the lock. Hawks opens the door to find Dabi sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, filing his nails. Dabi's not ripped by any means, but it doesn't mean he's not nice to look at shirtless. Hawks quickly slips in, closing the door behind him, and the motion makes Dabi look up with a smug smirk plastered on his face. 

"There's the pretty bird," Dabi murmurs, clicking his tongue, "You're late."

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Ten minutes and thirty seconds."

"Had to find the right room," Hawks sniffs, trying to act like he doesn't care. Besides, Dabi's just being annoying on purpose. He tends to do that. Dabi wipes his hands on his jeans, brushing away the fine dust before tossing the file toward his folded jacket in the corner. He takes a good look at Hawks, eyes analyzing every inch of the Pro Hero. Hawks tries not to squirm beneath his gaze. 

"You look tired," Dabi says flatly, though it's unable to read whether his tone is out of pity or mockery. 

"Just got off shift," Hawks yawns, eyes suddenly feeling particularly heavy. "So. What's the update?"

"All business, ain't ya, Hawks?" Dabi snorts, lip curling the tiniest bit, but Hawks doesn't notice...either that or he doesn't care. "The update...I think you're ready to come with me to the Paranormal Liberation Front hideout."

Hawks' eyes light up. He's that much closer to getting intel on Shigaraki's whereabouts. "Really?"

"Don't act so surprised, hero. I don't just let anyone sleep with me," Dabi mutters under his breath, accidentally letting the last sentence leave his lips rather than letting it stay in his brain. His words stick with Hawks for a few moments before the Hero Commission's mission invades the hero's mind. Hawks is going to make it possible. A world where heroes have too much time on their hands. A safe world...far different than the world he grew up in. 

"When are we going?" Hawks blurts, anticipation boiling in his veins. His eagerness calls Dabi's walls up, setting off alarm bells that he wishes would shut the fuck up. 

"Tomorrow. I got in a bit of a spat with my co-lieutenant today. Decided I'd rather spend a night with you out here rather than in that swanky mansion. No spy cameras here," Dabi sighs, leaning back and stretching. 

"Spy cameras?" Hawks cocks his head. 

"Don't worry about it," Dabi shakes his head, realizing he's already said too much. Hawks blinks before noticing just how heavy his body feels. He'd spent all day catching low-level criminals and stopping villain attacks. He's in desperate need of a shower...and probably Dabi. He sees the glint in his lover's ocean-blue eyes and gulps. 

'Most definitely Dabi,' He thinks to himself. 

"Hey. I'm gonna go hop in the shower," Hawks stammers, eager to get into bed with the villain as soon as possible...eager to feel those sweet caresses that almost make him forget why he's sleeping with Dabi in the first place. Dabi's eyes become half-lidded, a devilish grin forming on his scar-laden mug as he watches Hawks walk into the connected bathroom and shut the door behind him. 

...

Steam pours out of the bathroom when Hawks opens the door, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, water droplets clinging to his muscular frame, highlighting the curves and ridges that Dabi loves to trace with his tongue. Dabi's already stripped down to his underwear, still sitting on the edge of the bed, taking in the sight before him. The Pro approaches, letting the towel drop before straddling Dabi's lap, forcing a breathy gasp from the villain's throat as their erections grind against one another. 

"Fuck," Dabi huffs, hands caressing Hawks' sides, wrapping around his back to scratch the space between his wings as Hawks drapes his own arms around Dabi's neck. Soft whimpers rumble in Hawks' throat as he rocks his hips, his voice thick with desire. 

"Baby, I think you're too tired to get railed," Dabi chuckles, once again adopting that taunting tone despite his obvious arousal. Hawks borderline whines; he needs to blow off some steam after his shift. He needs Dabi to fuck him senseless...but he's right. He's too tired. 

"Shut up," Hawks retorts with a particularly rough thrust that sends sparks up Dabi's spine, making his head feel fuzzy and his dick uncomfortably hard. He reaches up, cupping the hero's face before letting his eyelids flutter closed and connecting their lips in a tender kiss. Hawks hums into the gesture, eyes rolling back into his head as his senses go into overdrive. Kissing Dabi is intoxicating. The way his mismatched lips fit perfectly between Hawks'. The way Dabi's stitched tongue traces every inch of his mouth is simultaneously overwhelming yet delicate; it drives Hawks wild. 

Hawks kisses Dabi back passionately, pulling him closer as one kiss becomes one thousand. The villain's hands find their way to his lover's shoulders, and he promptly uses his body weight and momentum to send them hurtling onto the bed; Hawks is pinned beneath him, their lips never once part. Hawks groans Dabi's name into his mouth, making the villain shudder, tongues intertwining. Dabi breaks free from the kiss with a raspy sigh, pupils blown out as he sinks his teeth into the side of Hawks' neck. The hero moans, head in the clouds as he feels Dabi's fangs softly sinking into his flesh, just hard enough to leave a mark. Dabi pulls away, bringing his lips to Hawks' ear as he whispers:

"You wanna feel good, birdie?" 

Hawks chews his bottom lip, nodding vigorously...embarrassingly vigorously. It makes Dabi have to swallow a chuckle. 

"You remember the safe word?" Dabi asks, pressing kisses beneath Hawks' earlobe as the hero hums a "yes". 

"Relax for me," The villain sighs as he begins kissing all the way down Hawks' body. Hawks watches Dabi's head slowly move down, lips grazing the space between his pecs and trailing to his six-pack. He can't help the noise that bursts from his mouth when his lover starts kissing from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to his tip. The hero shudders, wings flaring out behind him on the bed and flexing as Dabi teasingly licks up and down his cock, flashing that impressively long tongue of his. Dabi's tongue is warm and feels utterly heavenly against his skin, and the villain adores the sounds he's forcing out of Hawks. The hums and whines kiss his scarred ears and make lust boil in his gut. Carefully, Dabi sucks Hawks' tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around the soft flesh and making the hero's toes curl. 

"Shit, Dabs," Hawks groans, trying so hard not to buck his hips and force Dabi to deepthroat him all at once. In the handful of times that they've hooked up, Dabi's managed to memorize all of Hawks' weak points...at least when it comes to sex. 

"You taste so good," Dabi rasps, pulling back before taking Hawks all the way into his throat. Dabi groans at the taste of Hawks' pre-come coating his tongue, hands braced against Hawks' muscular thighs, fingernails ever so slightly digging into his skin as he sucks him off. "So fucking good."

Hawks' pleasure-filled sighs are music to Dabi's ears, and his eyes roll back into his head as Dabi expertly presses his tongue against his shaft. Hawks doesn't know when Dabi lubed up his fingers, but the moment he feels cold pressing against his hole, it makes him tense up. 

"Relax," Dabi mutters with his mouth full of cock as he rubs the ring of muscle. Hawks sighs, raising his arms to cover his eyes as his cheeks heat up, and he focuses on the sensations. He focuses on Dabi's tongue, on Dabi's fingers, on Dabi. A flighty curse leaves Hawks' lips, voice breaking as Dabi delicately presses a finger inside, gently curling it as he takes Hawks further into his mouth. 

"Gonna come," Hawks trills, sweat beading on his brow as Dabi starts scissoring him open, fingers gently massaging his insides. Dabi takes him all the way once again, and Hawks sees stars. The heat of the villain's mouth, the way he's unconsciously rutting against Dabi's fingers, fucking himself deeper to Dabi's delight, it's all too much for the Pro Hero.

Hawks' orgasm wrecks his whole body, shivers of pleasure rolling through his bones as he spurts ropes of cum down Dabi's throat. The villain drinks it eagerly, almost enthusiastically, sucking through the orgasm and flexing his fingers against Hawks' prostate. When Hawks is out of breath and whimpering pathetically, Dabi pulls his slick lips off of his cock with a resounding pop. He sighs, lying down on the bed next to Hawks before pulling the blankets up over them. 

"Was it good for you?" Hawks asks, half-chuckling between deep breaths.

"It'll be good for me in the morning...if you're up for it," Dabi sighs with a smile before wrapping his arms around Hawks, pulling him into his chest. 

"Goodnight, Dabi," Hawks huffs, letting the relief wash over him as he yawns.

"Goodnight."

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Sunrise manages to seep into the dark room of the love hotel, coming in through the almost opaque curtains and striking the crumpled bedsheets. Dabi is the first to stir, eyes blinking open to see Hawks' sleeping form. He hates the smile that instantly spreads across his face. He's got feelings for a hero...whether he wants to recognize what type of feelings they are or not. He crawls closer, pressing his lips to Hawks' forehead. The hero stirs, stretching his wings out, pupils turning to slits when he sees Dabi as he panics for a split second. It only takes another nanosecond for him to remember that he's not in any danger. 

"Morning," Hawks grins, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"G'mornin, birdie," Dabi sneers before pressing his lips to Hawks' in a sleepy, passionate kiss. Hawks hums into Dabi's mouth, leaning into his embrace. It doesn't take long for them to become a tangle of limbs and tongues, slowly growing erections rocking against one another as they connect their lips over and over again. 

"Wanna fuck you," Dabi slurs between sloppy kisses, "so bad."

"Please," Hawks whimpers, voice cracking between lip locks as his hands hastily run through Dabi's hair, dragging down to the scars on his shoulder blade where Hawks feels the rough patch of skin. Their labored breaths seem to echo off of the walls of the love hotel room, sweat beading on their bodies as they fluidly grind against each other.

"God, Hawks," Dabi moans lowly, words flowing like molasses on his tongue from his half-asleep brain. He grips Hawks' hips before reaching down and grabbing the underside of his thighs. 

"You ready, baby?" Dabi slurs, and Hawks nods, sleepy tears in his eyes as Dabi reaches over onto the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube and groaning as he strokes it over his cock. 

"Want you so bad," Dabi pants, softly biting his bottom lip as he slicks up his dick, lining it up with Hawks' hole. He lifts up Hawks' legs, spreading them up and apart as he slowly slips in, groaning as Hawks' walls squeeze every inch. 

"Dabi-hah-you-fuck you feel so good," Hawks stutters, eyes welling with tears as he focuses on the sensation of his lover stretching him open. The subtle praise goes right to Dabi's cock, and he slips all the way inside with a crisp smack of skin against skin. Dabi haphazardly rocks his hips back and forth, punching the air out of Hawks' lungs. 

"No one else can touch you," Dabi rasps, his voice ragged and gravelly, distorted by the brief sighs polluting his resolve. "No one else can fuck you. No one else. But me. Only me."

Hawks crumbles beneath Dabi's possessive words. He's never felt wanted...not really. Not in the ways that Dabi makes him feel wanted. 

"You're mine. You're fucking miiine," Dabi slurs, drunk off his own pleasure as he pants between languid thrusts. 

"I'm yours," Hawks chokes, tears streaming down his face, sleepy and euphoric. His brain is jelly, and his vision is blurry; he can't concentrate on anything but Dabi. 

"Mine," The villain groans, dissolving into the feeling of Hawks clamping down on him, into the sight of Hawks completely wrecked beneath him, into the sounds of Hawks crying in ecstasy, into the smells of pure, raw passion.

The rhythm of lovemaking is sloppy and all over the place, after all, they're both still half-asleep. Still, it's intoxicating, exhilarating, and everything in between. It's otherworldly. They're both so drunk on love and lust and ecstasy. 

"C'mere," Dabi sighs, leaning down and connecting their lips, kissing Hawks while they fuck. Hawks moans into Dabi's mouth, the vibrations tasting sweeter than honey on the villain's tongue. Dabi can feel the overwhelming rush rising in the pit of his stomach, his orgasm threatening to ravage him at any moment. 

"Close," Dabi gasps, grunting as his dick pulses inside Hawks. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," Hawks blubbers, "Come inside me."

Dabi practically sticks his tongue down Hawks' throat as his hand snakes down his body and wraps around the hero's leaking cock, pumping his hand while he ruts up into his guts. Hawks cries out, back arching as he rapidly approaches his own climax. 

"Fuck," Dabi chokes out as he comes without warning, hips jerking as he empties inside of Hawks. It doesn't take long for Hawks to release into Dabi's hand, and, soon, they're both flushed and sweaty.

Hawks sighs as Dabi releases his flagging erection, and Dabi licks the pro's cum off his hand, never once breaking eye contact. Hawks shudders, even more blood rushing to his cheeks as he comes down from the high. 

"Gonna pull out. Ready?" Dabi huffs, and Hawks murmurs in agreement. Slowly, the villain and the hero separate, bodies still entangled, yet not as intimately as moments ago. Dabi rests on top of Hawks, listening to the feathered hero's heartbeat as he rests his head on his chest. 

"So...hah...we heading to the hideout?" Hawks chuckles, and Dabi grunts in irritation. 

"Gimme a minute. Then we'll go."

[thesakuragarnet]

fixation, psychosis, or a secret third thing (love)

Summary: Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. It’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything…

OR

Dabi ends up falling for a hero…Hawks ends up regretting everything.

DabiHawksWeek 2024: Prompt Seven: Songfic

Inspired by: Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 5,647 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, songfic, angst, smvt, Dabi-typical body h0rror, vom!ting, a little big of canon divergence, doomed relationship, DabiHawksWeek2024, DHWeekNSFW24, swearing, s3xual content, bratty b0ttom Dabi, top Hawks, making out, a n a l f!ngering, gay s3x, a n a l s3x, Dabi cries blood, identity reveal on a first name basis, implied past prostitution, Dabi can't feel pain (or anything on the outside but the inside is fair game), Hawks is a master manipulator but it's not his fault bc the HPSC brainwashed him, Dabi has his manga body type, seduction, trust issues, accidental branding

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Dabi stands at the harbor under the moonlight, pressing the pads of his fingers into the scars under his eyelids, blood wetting his fingertips as he tries to stop the bleeding. There are a handful of reasons why he’s crying…well…as much as Dabi is able to cry. Whenever he gets worked up, blood simply leaks from his fucked up tear ducts, threatening to burst the staples and welling up into his eyes until all he can see is crimson. It should be painful…but Dabi hasn’t felt anything in years. Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. The only thing that still seems to be unwavering is his mind and his heart, ironically, considering the world believes him to be an insane, unfeeling killer. Admittedly, he does believe he’s gone insane, plagued with nightmares of his victim’s families…of what might’ve happened if he stayed in that hospital when he woke up from a coma…of what happened on the mountain that fateful night. Dabi barely slept at all anymore, scared of what might be waiting for him when he slipped into unconsciousness. It was only when his body forcibly shut down…or when he felt himself forcibly shutting down that he would sleep…if you could even call it sleeping. Lately though, his nightmares have changed. Lately, they’ve been filled with a certain pair of red wings…and they might not even be classified as nightmares anymore.

Dabi was, laughably, down bad for quite possibly the first time ever in his life. This meeting in particular had proved it. The rush he got from Hawks pulling the feather blade on him…pressing it neatly against his throat in a way that made Dabi’s skin crawl deliciously. It was a miracle he had kept his cool at all, simply putting up the uncaring front he’d crafted over the years. He found his mask slipping ever so slightly, the flirtatious tone in his voice painfully apparent when he nonchalantly pushed away the sword. He could see it in Hawks’ eyes…something wavered. That airtight hero persona flickered into nothingness for less than a moment. Was it reciprocation? Disgust? Confusion? Dabi didn’t know. He’d learned to not use the word hope anymore, so he couldn’t decide exactly what he thought about it. 

It’s part of the reason why he’s crying. It’s that he feels like…if it is…if it is that word he refuses to think…then he doesn’t deserve it. Besides, what if Hawks really is a scummy double agent, and it would all be for nothing. His paranoia pounds against his skull, wrestling intimately with his heart. Why would Hawks ever be interested in him ? His face looks disgusting. There’s the threat that he’ll burst into flames and kill them both if he gets too worked up. He doesn’t even have any education past middle school. Hawks, on the other hand, has been trained by the Commission for roughly seventy percent of his life up to this point, getting the best education, the best clothes, the best doctors…the best…everything. Dabi hasn’t had a proper checkup in…who knows how long. He knew he was clean and that was enough. The only doctor he could really go to was Ujiko…and he’d rather just die than ask him for anything…not after what he almost did. 

Truly…he feels pathetic. He’s never been good enough for anyone…not for his family…not for himself…not for this rotten society…why would he be good enough for Hawks? Why should he allow any sort of delusion into his life when he’d been carefully constructing his revenge? Why should he leave any room for Hawks to throw a wrench into his plans? 

The cold air whips through Dabi’s inky black hair, and he squints up at the constellations, unable to make anything out through his shitty vision. He takes a deep breath before pulling the microphone in the collar of his jacket up to his mouth.

“Ready, Ujiko,” Dabi sighs, the revolting sensation of black muck pooling in his stomach and surging up his throat. Dabi lurches, the dark ooze pouring out of his mouth and surrounding him. For a few seconds, he’s suffocating, until the murkiness clears and he’s standing in the doctor’s laboratory. 

…

…

Dabi’s alone, sitting on the couch of the League’s temporary hideaway, staring at the ceiling, wishing that a certain Pro Hero was sitting on it with him. He can’t get their warehouse interaction out of his head. Was Hawks really so ignorant as to think that Dabi’s incapable of thinking long-term? That’s been his whole shtick ever since he’d been living on the streets, biding his time and contemplating his vengeance. Hawks was supposed to be one of the top heroes in the nation, just a few points shy of…that thing . Perhaps Dabi really had succeeded with his plan, covering up his emotionally reactive nature with a cold and callous facade. 

BZZT! BZZT!

The burner phone on the table vibrates. Only one person has the number to that phone. A sly smirk spreads across Dabi’s face as he grabs it, accepting the call and holding it to his scarred ear. 

“Crawling back to me so soon?” Dabi sneers, prompting an irritated snort from Hawks on the other end of the phone.

“Just wanted confirmation that you’re not gonna pull a little stunt on me again,” The hero’s voice is low and laced with annoyance; it fills Dabi’s veins with a sick thrill. 

“Live and learn, hero . You never could control me. There was never a point. You’re the one that still needs to prove yourself,” Dabi trills flirtatiously into the phone, the tension so thin you could cut it with a butter knife. “But…what happened the other day was…unfortunate.”

“I understand that plans change…I just would’ve liked a little heads up,” Hawks sighs, but his sudden change in tone sets off Dabi’s paranoia.

“You can’t trace this call,” He spits into the phone, his voice taking on a malicious edge, and Hawks clicks his tongue.

“I’m not…just…waiting to see what your next task for me is. I’m too fast for my own good. You know the slogan. Wanna be on top of this.”

“What, so you can betray me faster?” Dabi snaps. 

The silence is chilling. 

“I want you to trust me, Dabi. I’m genuinely interested. If you’ve done your research you know those bastards got their claws into me early. I started my first agency at eighteen. I could’ve been a normal kid with a normal life. Record-breaking is nice…but it would be nicer to be free.”

“That’s what I’m here for…to complicate and corrupt your little bird brain,” Dabi sneers, still struggling to buy Hawks’ words…but part of him desperately wants to. Hawks could just be whispering sweet nothings to placate him…but…what if… Dabi takes a deep breath. One final task to truly prove himself…Hawks has to take a life for Dabi. 

“I’ve got a job for you alright.”

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The only thing running through Dabi’s mind when he walks off the stage in the basement of the Gunga Mountain Villa is that he wonders if Hawks showed up. Hawks successfully slaughtering Best Jeanist was the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for him…and, if he didn’t think he was attracted to Hawks before, he sure as hell was sure of it now.

The PLF members part, giving Dabi a wide berth as he strides through the crowd, eyeing him warily like he’s a bomb waiting to go off. To be fair, he killed a number of their comrades…but they fucking deserved it. It was kill or be killed…and he just happened to be better at killing. Embarrassingly, Dabi’s eyes light up when he spots a familiar pair of crimson wings through the sea of anarchists. 

‘You’re too attached…’ Dabi’s thoughts degrade himself for allowing his emotions to slip through the cracks. Hawks is schmoozing with a woman…probably a fan with the way she’s acting all giddy. Something in the back of Dabi’s mind tells him to char her where she stands, but he swallows it down. He doesn’t need anyone else to catch on to his thing with Hawks…whatever the thing was…fleeting touches…light flirting…staring a little too long at one another…yet, neither of them had made a real move. 

“You look happy, number two, up to somethin’?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he approaches the Pro Hero. 

“Nah, man. I was just waitin’ for you,” Hawks chuckles with a bright smile, and Dabi would be lying if he said he wouldn’t burn a thousand innocents to see that stupid smile for the rest of his days. 

“You know…I wasn’t even sure you were gonna show,” Dabi mutters as they make their way through the crowd. Hawks is walking close enough to Dabi that their hands slightly brush against one another, but Dabi barely even registers it. 

“Of course I’d show up for you ,” Hawks smirks, batting his eyelashes enough for Dabi to notice, regrettably making his heart skip a beat. 

“Don’t flatter me,” Dabi mutters tersely as they reach the doors leading to the exit corridor. 

“C’mon, Dabs. You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” Hawks whispers, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. “Why don’t we move this conversation to your bedroom?”

Dabi nearly chokes on his own spit, completely caught off guard by Hawks’ forwardness as he stops in his tracks. Sure, Hawks could just be seducing him for intel, but goddamnit if Dabi didn’t want him on top of him right now. Even if he couldn’t physically feel anything…Dabi at least wanted him to try . If he would just try, then it would be enough. It would be more than anyone else had ever done for him. He feels pathetic…pathetic for even letting these types of thoughts enter his brain…pathetic for romanticizing the idea… He’s supposed to be focused on one goal and one goal alone. Hawks isn’t a part of his plan…but…maybe…

“Hello? Dabi?” Hawks chuckles, waving his hand in front of the villain’s face. Dabi blinks, mouth dry and throat scratchy, zoning back into the world. 

“Why?” The word falls from Dabi’s lips, full of confusion and apprehension. Why would Hawks want him if it wasn’t for intel? His body…he hasn’t… Dabi swallows, painfully aware of his own breathing pattern as memories come fluttering back to the front of his brain…memories that he’d pushed down. Before the league…after he woke up…living on the street…what he had to do just to get enough money for food… Sex with Hawks didn’t seem like it would mirror those memories though… Sex with Hawks sounded gentle… It sounded like he wouldn’t be treated like a toy. It sounded like Hawks would take care of him…and…isn’t that really one of the things that he’s always wanted? To be taken care of? For someone to look at him? For someone to make him feel like he’s worth it?

“Because you’ve got a thing for me…and I’ve got a thing for you? Unless I’ve misunderstood something. Thought most of your talk was flirty…even if it was on the meaner side. Why don’t we celebrate your promotion, lieutenant ,” Hawks shrugs with a cheeky smile, and Dabi doesn’t know what to think. Surely, he’s not that easy to read. No one else has managed to see through him…until now. Was he really even trying to hide it? Was he really staring that much? He’d be an idiot not to take this chance. It’s not like anyone else will ever want to be with him anyway…hell…Hawks might change his mind, too. Dabi looks around, making sure that they’re not being watched before grabbing Hawks’ wrist and pulling him behind a pillar.  

“Hawks…I need you to know something…if…if we’re really gonna do this,” Dabi mutters, trying to piece together his thoughts appropriately. 

“Hm?” Hawks hums, raising an eyebrow, waiting for Dabi to continue. 

Dabi speaks incredibly vaguely, omitting names and locations and time frames, giving an extremely watered-down version of the state of his body and why. He also explains that it’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything at all...that his inability to feel physical pain also translated to an inability to feel physical pleasure. He hates the look in the hero’s eyes…he doesn’t want pity…but…there’s also clear determination in his gaze.

Before Dabi can open his mouth, Hawks is kissing him. 

It’s such a strange sensation. He can’t feel the kiss…not really . Not the soft, tender kiss that Hawks gently presses to his lips. He can’t feel the hand that’s cupping the side of his face, just a ghost of a sensation that might’ve happened. Dabi’s eyelids flutter closed, and he attempts to kiss Hawks back, moving his lips in a way that he thinks is right…still…he practically feels nothing physically. That is…until Hawks licks deliberately into his mouth. Hawks’ warm tongue meets Dabi’s hot one, and…he can feel it; the villain eagerly jabs his tongue, sliding against Hawks’ and going further into his mouth. Hawks nearly yelps when Dabi starts practically tongue-fucking his mouth, the stitches in his tongue brushing against Hawks’ lip as Dabi traces his molars. Hawks groans…a sound that Dabi immediately becomes addicted to, and Dabi wraps his arms around the hero, grasping at the back of his jacket and pulling him close.

Finally, they both come up for air. 

“Fuck, your tongue’s long,” Hawks snickers, wiping the spit from his lips with the back of his gloved hand, and Dabi swears he feels blood rushing to his cheeks and his groin. Despite his fears, Hawks has at least turned him on…which is a start. He wants more …more of this animalistic sensation that he’s gone his whole life without. He wants the electricity of mutual worship and raw pleasure. 

“Let’s get outta here, birdie.”

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Dabi didn’t care who saw them. Not anymore. He practically dragged Hawks up staircase after staircase, through the halls of villa, eventually through his door before slamming and locking it behind them. 

“Gotta ask. You clean?” Hawks clears his throat as he slips out of his jacket, draping it over the chair at Dabi’s desk. 

“Yeah…you?” Dabi mutters uncomfortably, thankful that he was able to speak truthfully. He follows Hawks’ lead, letting the conductor cuffs of his jacket fall to the floor.

“Course I’m clean. HPSC regulations,” Hawks replies curtly, and, then, he’s all over the villain once again. 

This time, it’s Dabi who moans, wanton and needy as his tongue massages Hawks’, and the two manage to sloppily kick off their shoes as the hero walks the villain backward until they’re both falling onto his bed. Dabi’s fingers run through Hawks’ hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible as Hawks’ hands grip the scars on his shoulders. 

“Lube?” Hawks murmurs breathlessly between kisses.

“Nightstand drawer,” Dabi answers into Hawks’ open mouth, tongues intertwining. Dabi feels the faint wind from Hawks’ feathers, hearing the opening and closing of a drawer in the darkness. 

Dabi sharply inhales when he feels Hawks’ hands at the hem of his shirt. How is Hawks going to react to his patchworked body of skin that doesn’t even belong to him? I mean…yeah, he’s seen his arms…but…the rest of him? Dabi certainly didn’t have Hawks’ body…with all his curves of muscle that Dabi had seen in a swimsuit magazine once. Dabi hated how he looked…he hated seeing himself in the mirror…a modern-day Frankenstein, only recently having enough to eat to put some weight on his formerly skeletal frame. By comparison, Hawks was a Greek god…though compared to anyone , that metaphor would still suffice. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed Hawks freeze when Dabi flinched. 

“If you’re not comfortable we can stop,” Hawks murmurs reassuringly, letting the pulled fabric fall back on Dabi’s pale lower stomach. The sentence almost makes Dabi sob, the gentleness in Hawks’ voice…it’s almost too much. Dabi isn’t used to anyone being gentle with him. 

“I want this,” Dabi rasps, the dull throbbing under his eyes starting up again, blood threatening to seep through.

Hawks smiles, eyes sultry and seductive. Tenderly, he lifts up Dabi’s shirt, mindful of the staples, avoiding snagging; when the last of it lifts off of Dabi’s head, a few feathers send it over to the chair with Hawks’ jacket. Dabi holds his breath, waiting for Hawks to comment about his body…waiting for his lips to curl and his nose to wrinkle and for him to walk away and pretend this never happened.

Instead, Hawks’ fingertips carefully trace over Dabi’s scars that run between his pecs and stomach, like he’s memorizing a map. 

“You’re beautiful,” The hero whispers, and the muscle beating in Dabi’s chest twists. Dabi reaches around Hawks’ neck, unclasping the button above his wings that holds his top on. Hawks grins before stepping off the bed to unhook his belt and pull off his pants, which is when Dabi realizes that his top has been a leotard this whole time. In his aroused state, he fumbles with his own belt to get his pants and boxers off, and, when he’s finally successful, Hawks is on top of him again. The Pro doesn’t even bat an eye at the obvious skin grafts or the healed stitches on his dick that didn’t need staples…he doesn’t make fun of him when he sees the scars that border stretch marks on his thighs and lead down to his ankles. Hawks’ gaze is full of devotion…full of emotions and words that Dabi doesn’t think he deserves. And yet…here they are…vulnerable…skin-to-skin. Hawks mouths at Dabi’s neck, sinking his teeth hard enough into his skin for Dabi to be aware of it, and the whimper that bursts from his throat is more than embarrassing. Dabi’s face flushes, unable to fully grasp the heat of Hawks’ body pressed against him…unable to sense the way his hands dance up and down his sides…or the way his lips caress the scars. Dabi’s too focused on their staggered breaths to hear the subtle squeeze of lube on Hawks’ fingers.

The moment Hawks slips a finger inside him, Dabi’s putty in his hands, moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat as he flexes against the slow roll of Hawks’ knuckle, trying to get more friction. His insides…there’s sensation there…an overwhelming amount compared to his outsides. He’s inconsolable, mouth agape, blood threatening to spill beneath his eyes as he tries not to cry from the pleasure. He didn’t know sex could feel this good…and fuck did he feel good. It felt personal…it had meaning …things that Dabi desperately craved. 

“You’re so gorgeous like this, Dabi,” Hawks croons, lube dripping from the villain’s hole as the hero continues to pump his finger in and out. The response is only a weak groan that’s halfway between a gasp and a sob as Dabi’s arms grab at Hawks’ neck, pulling him down for a filthy kiss. Hawks’ eyelids flutter shut as he obliges to Dabi’s greedy gesture, slipping his tongue into the villain’s mouth, tracing his scarred bottom lip. Dabi, out of practice and overwhelmed, practically sticks his tongue down Hawks’ throat, whimpering and silently pleading for more. He wanted to feel more. It was heaven to finally feel …and for the sensations to be ecstasy. 

“You want another one?” Hawks whispers, voice sweeter than nectar, and Dabi nods, wincing as the hero coaxes a second finger inside. The stretch is foreign, mildly uncomfortable, but Dabi’s so used to being numb that he doesn’t care. Hawks delicately curls his fingers, the rhythmic motion making heat coil in the pit of Dabi’s stomach…heat that is far different from the fire he’s used to. Dabi cries out as his muscles relax, allowing another finger to disappear inside him. To Dabi, hours have passed, maybe even days, time no longer has any meaning as his tongue swirls around Hawks’, sucking on his bottom lip as their heated breaths fill the night air. Hawks whispers soft praises between slutty lip locks, comforting Dabi all the while until the pain resolves and pleasure pulses through the villain. Hawks takes note of how much the muscle gives and decides to carefully pull his fingers out, leaving Dabi practically writhing beneath him, half-hard for the first time in who knows how long. 

Hawks’ eyes flutter shut, head tilting back and giving Dabi a full view of his pulsing jugular as he smooths lube over his erection. Feathers gently spread Dabi’s legs, pushing them up so Hawks can get a perfect view of his hole as he prepares to slip inside.

“Wait,” Dabi blurts, heart pounding and blood roaring in his ears. 

“Having second thoughts?” Hawks raises his eyebrow.

“Touya.” The name leaves Dabi’s lips before he can take it back. It’s too late. 

Hawks cocks his head, confused. Dabi can’t turn back now. 

“My name…My real name. It’s Touya. You can…you can call me Touya,” Dabi reveals, his voice quivering. 

The corners of Hawks’ eyes…usually so sharp, focused, and calculated, seem to soften. 

“Mine’s Keigo.” Too late for Hawks to take back the secret that the Commission would severely punish him for leaking. It felt…right. It felt right to finally speak it aloud…and it felt right to exchange this secret with Dabi…sanity be damned. 

“Keigo…that’s cute,” Touya smiles, relief washing over him. They’ve both shared something intrinsic. Something precious. It makes Touya feel…safe. He can’t remember the last time he actually felt safe. 

Breath hisses through Touya’s gritted teeth as Keigo’s tip slowly stretches him open, pain mixing with undeniable pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Touya whines, hating how stupid his voice must sound all twisted and submissive, but Keigo is intoxicated by it. Inch by inch, Keigo pushes inside, punching the air from Touya’s lungs until they’re skin-to-skin.

“Just breathe,” Keigo mutters reassuringly, letting the villain’s body get accustomed. Touya feels so… full . That’s the best way he can describe it. He feels…grounded…which is saying a lot considering most days he feels like a vengeful spirit floating through purgatory. At the same time, Keigo tries not to swoon at how hot Dabi’s insides feel wrapped around his cock.

Dabi’s dick twitches, his chest rising and falling, mind numb and yet so alive all at once. His brain is fuzzy, drowning in pleasure as he swallows hard, taking in all of the new ethereal sensations floating through his body, feeling the pain ebb.

“I’m ready,” He rasps, saliva pooling in his mouth as Keigo’s hips rock, and Touya winces at the friction. 

“Easy, baby,” Keigo purrs, and Touya’s brain melts at the pet name. 

“ Keigo ,” He moans his name without thinking, and the hero almost disintegrates from the raw emotions that surge through his body upon hearing that word spoken in that voice. 

“Oh, Touya, ” Keigo groans, his tone mimicking the villain’s as he carefully digs his fingers into Touya’s unscarred hips as he grinds, watching his cock vanish and reappear over and over and over again. His golden eyes lift up, meeting Touya’s glittering turquoise, and, frankly, he thinks Touya looks angelic right now, blissed out with flushed cheeks, sweaty and uncoordinated and…gorgeous. 

Hawks fully assumed this approach to Dabi would end in senseless fucking…chasing pleasure selfishly…but he was eighty-five percent sure they were genuinely making love right now. Dabi desperately grabs for Hawks, fingers finding purchase and sinking fingernails into his thick biceps.

“Can we ~ fuck~ can we kiss - ah- please?” Touya’s broken voice practically begs, and he can’t believe he’s fucking resorted to begging but if he doesn’t taste Hawks’ tongue soon he might just explode. The request makes Hawks’ heart flip in his chest…he’s never reached this level of intimacy with anyone before…and it’s with Dabi of all people? Keigo dips down, never once breaking his sensual rhythm of rolling his hips as his lips meet the villain’s. 

Touya gasps into the kiss, hands reaching up to tangle in Hawks’ blonde locks, holding him so he can’t break free. Touya’s inhumanly long tongue slithers into Hawks’ mouth, tracing his soft palate and massaging his tongue before he pulls away with a cry as Hawks changes the angle. Keigo delicately touches Touya’s prostate with his tip, and Touya’s thighs shake feebly. 

“You feel so good , Touya,” Keigo huffs, face inches away from the villain. They lock eyes once again, the eye contact stabbing through their souls. The praise goes right to Touya’s cock, which would be painfully hard if Touya could even feel it. His insides feel like they’re on fire with desire…ecstasy boiling in his veins like a raging inferno. He didn’t know these types of sensations could even exist…especially for him. He grabs onto Keigo, palms splaying in the space between his wings, fingernails scratching red lines against Hawks’ back. The heat coils in the pit of his stomach…and then…Touya feels his emotions feed into his Quirk. 

“Not safe…gonna… hah~ah! Oh fuck, I’m gonna burn you!” Touya warns, red blurring his vision as he feels the flames prickling beneath his skin. 

In Hawks’ mind, he has to let him do it. If he wants Dabi to trust him, he has to let him do it. His Achilles’ heel…this is quite possibly the most dangerous thing he’s ever done. He’s going to risk his wings catching on fire…all to ease the process of getting as much intel as possible. After this, he doubts Dabi will let him out of his sight much. Not that Hawks wasn’t enjoying this. Dabi was attractive…to Hawks at least. Even if the majority of it was for show, Hawks was into Dabi…at least a little bit. Enough for him to feel like he's fucking with feelings involved...enough for him to tell him his first name. 

“It’s fine,” Hawks chokes out, his languid thrusts rhythmically slamming into Dabi. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Touya sobs into his ear, and he can’t even believe those words are coming out of his mouth after everything he’s done. He can’t fathom the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt Hawks. The hero blinks, abruptly taken aback; if anything, he’d assumed Dabi was a sadist. 

“It’s okay,” Keigo grunts, and that’s all Dabi needs to hear before he’s uncontrollably “crying”, rivers of red pouring from his lower eyelids and out from underneath the scars in his eyes. The smell of blood catches Hawks off guard, but Dabi had warned him about this…about the state of his body. 

Touya completely loses his composure when he comes, hips stuttering, legs clamping tightly against Hawks’ waist, palms igniting in searing heat in the space between Keigo’s wings. Dabi gasps, trying his best to turn the heat down and quiet his Quirk, more bloody tears streaking down his face when he hears Keigo stifling anguished curses. 

Keigo keeps going, fucking Touya through his orgasm, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat until the climax shoots lightning down his spine and into the villain. 

The fire stops...the sound of sizzling skin fills the air. 

When Hawks pulls out, the emptiness almost throws Touya into a pit of despair, and blood seeps out of his eyes for the millionth time that night. He shudders, feeling like that lost little kid on the streets again…alone. Almost immediately, Hawks' wings come cascading over the two of them, encasing Dabi in a crimson cocoon…safe…and intimate. His heart stills…the memories drift away…his mind settles. The sudden calm he’s experiencing…merely at his touch…There’s no other possible explanation. Dabi’s in love…with a hero . 

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Four months later, Keigo Takami finds himself unable to sleep. Ironically, he’d been sleeping in Dabi’s bed just fine, vulnerable next to one of Japan’s most wanted. It felt…wrong. What he is doing is wrong. He knows it in his heart and his gut…but…he can’t turn back now. Killing Twice is going to be the second hardest thing Keigo will ever have to do…the first will be betraying Dabi’s trust. Trust that was so painstakingly hard to earn…trust that Dabi probably would never have in anyone else again…and it would be all Keigo’s fault. 

His duty is more important than such trivial things like feelings…that’s what the HPSC has taught him. But…a part of him…a part of him has grown soft. It was what he had silently been afraid of, though the Commission leader reassured him that they thought he was the one person who could do it. They told him to get information and trust by any means necessary…even if it meant sleeping with Dabi. After all, he was one of the only people they couldn’t find any intel on…what better way to get closer ? 

Originally, Hawks was disturbed by the thought. The idea of sleeping with a villain …someone who’s stolen innocent lives for his own sick and twisted ideals…ideals that solely focused on burning everything Hawks stood for to the ground. But…as time went on…he felt like he got to know Dabi better...especially once the dam broke, and Dabi spilled. Unconsciously, he was humanized in Hawks’ mind…no… Keigo’s mind. Keigo knew bits and pieces of his past…and Keigo knew his first name. The only leads he had to go on…but…he hadn’t shared them yet. It felt…wrong. Once again. On the other side of the coin. It would be wrong for him to divulge intricate pieces of information that weren’t pertinent to his mission. Keigo’s morals tended to get the best of him when he found loopholes. Because he also knew Dabi as a person now. He knew he hated fish. He knew what side of the bed he preferred to sleep on. He knew what his favorite constellation was. He knew the villain intimately…which he had never planned on. 

Keigo sits up in bed, turning to look at Dabi’s sleeping form. He’d found it was easy to tire Dabi out after an orgasm or two; Dabi even said it made him less likely to have nightmares, but that might’ve just been bullshit. 

Tomorrow…the war begins. Tomorrow…he has to break Dabi’s heart. Keigo feels his chest tighten and his throat close. Oh, he’s in too deep. He’s proving the Commission leader wrong…he isn’t perfect. 

Dabi stirs, grumbling curses as he sleepily blinks awake, roused by Keigo’s soft stifled sobs. Keigo hurriedly starts wiping away tears; he can’t be weak in front of Dabi . Especially if they’re going to potentially kill each other tomorrow. Oh God…the thought of killing Touya ? Tears silently stream down the hero’s face. 

“Are you…are you crying?” 

The question cuts through the air like a knife. 

“Bad dream.”

You could hear a pin drop in Dabi’s bedroom. Keigo thumbs away his tears, but they keep coming. The hero pulls his knees to his chest, putting his head down. 

“Hey, uh…I don’t give a shit if you cry…I used to be a big crybaby before my tear ducts got fucked up,” Dabi scoffs, using self-deprecation to ease the tension as he props himself up on his elbows, trying to catch Keigo’s silhouette in the thin rays of moonlight that pour in through the window. Touya takes a deep breath, sitting up beside Keigo before apprehensively putting the palm of his hand in the space between Keigo’s wings, rubbing the scarred shape of his handprint from their first time. It felt disgusting to care, but Dabi couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The motion of Touya rubbing his back almost makes Keigo cry even harder. He’s going to lose this forever. He’s going to absolutely destroy Touya. He has to. He has no choice; he doesn’t want that bright future he’s always envisioned to be snuffed out by the PLF’s plans. If he doesn’t kill Twice…so many lives will be lost…so many innocents…Keigo’s heart isn’t worth that price. Keigo isn’t worth that price. Keigo can’t see through the tears and the shadows, and he doesn’t know how he’s not openly losing it. He’s sitting there like a statue…eerily still. 

Touya, half-asleep and completely out of his fucking mind, decides the best way to distract Keigo is to say:

“Hey…uh…this might be a bad time…but…I want you to know…that…I lo-”

'Fuck .'

That does it. Hawks has to completely shut Keigo down. The tears stop flowing. He can’t let his mission be compromised. He has to stick to his guns…stick to everything the Commission has driven into him since he was a child. Before Dabi can finish his sentence, Hawks turns to face him…and kisses him. 

For once …Dabi feels everything. Touya feels the passion in the kiss. He feels how desperately Hawks clings to him, sucking on the unburned flesh of his top lip, gently tracing Dabi’s tongue with his own, teeth clicking together. Touya kisses him back, fingers fluttering through feathers, and they fall back onto the pillows. 

One last kiss…one last kiss while they’re far too young to die…but they just might kill each other in the morning…

[thesakuragarnet]

Distracted

Summary: Dabi attempts to remain calm during a work call when it's his turn to get ra!led.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, swearing, smut, pre-paranormal liberation war arc, they're in love I promise

Word Count: 1,302 words

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Spicy Tags: switch DabiHawks, brat b0ttom Dabi, praise k!nk, a n a l s3x, n!pple licking, aftercare

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“Lieutenant Dabi? Are you still there?” Skeptic’s grating voice crackles through the phone next to Dabi’s head. He got excused from going to the meeting because he said he wasn’t feeling well. In reality, a certain Pro Hero was fucking every thought out of his head. It was kinda funny to him in a way; Hero Society was metaphorically and literally screwing him. He and Hawks had been seeing each other shortly after he joined their cause, and Dabi was utterly addicted to the rush of love that had been absent for so long. He never realized how much he ached for it. How much he needed it. 

They’d been going at it since before the meeting started, and the edging was insane . Dabi forced Hawks to stop every time they needed him to talk; he was worried they might get suspicious. 

“Fuck,” Dabi groans, breath hissing through gritted teeth as Hawks slows his thrusts to a stop once again; the villain attempts to collect his bearings before unmuting himself on the call. 

“Yes, I’m still here. What do you want?” He scoffs, hoping he isn’t as breathless as he feels. He thanks his lucky stars that they hadn’t decided on a video call. His clothes had long been ripped off by a slew of feathers, and his legs are splayed out on either side of the Hero. Hawks’ eyes narrow; he’s getting impatient. 

“You and Geten are to start training your Regiment together twice a day for the rest of the month. Have you decided on times yet?” Skeptic snaps. 

“Whatever the ice bastard wa- aants ,” Dabi grumbles before the last word almost turns into a moan as Hawks leans forward, sucking on his unburned nipple. Dabi’s pleasure turns to aggravation as he smacks Hawks’ head, trying to get him to stop. 

“This is a trap. He’s gonna bitch about whatever time I pick,” Geten shrills. Hawks traces his tongue over the sensitive flesh, and Dabi flexes his fingers, gripping the sheets. 

“Don’t. Care,” Dabi grunts, desperately trying to keep his cool. His eyes roll into the back of his head as Keigo slowly starts thrusting, keeping his movements shallow enough to not make any noise. Before Dabi can gasp, Hawks clasps a hand over his mouth. 

“How about nine and nine?” Hawks’ syrupy sweet voice lilts into the phone. 

“That works,” Geten snorts. 

“Wait. Wait, is Bird Boy on the call? I didn’t think he was supposed to b-” Skeptic’s voice crackles before Hawks hangs up the phone. Dabi’s gaze darkens. 

“Relax, princess. You were too distracted,” Hawks sneers, only for Dabi to bite his hand harshly. 

“FUCK!” Hawks seethes, reeling his hand back in pain. 

“That’s for embarrassing me,” Dabi retorts with a devilish smirk.

“You seem to not have a problem being on call when you’re the one buried in me . What’s wrong Dabs? Don’t want the other villains to know you just wanna be held and taken care of?” Hawks snickers mockingly, and his lover’s eyes narrow. 

“Say that again and you won’t get the privilege ,” Dabi snarls, his eyes glowing with a malicious glint. However, his harsh gaze melts into pure bliss as the hero starts rocking his hips. 

“ There’s that beautiful expression I love seeing,” Hawks grins, and Dabi ignores him, dissolving in the pleasure. The low, raspy moans gradually pitch higher and higher, turning into choked whimpers as Hawks thrusts faster and deeper. 

“Fuck me. God , yes. Don’t stop,” Dabi wails repetitively, feeling the fire prickle beneath his skin as his lover starts planting deep, tender kisses along his scars, feathers gently brushing against his entire body. 

“You’re so pretty when you beg, princess,” Hawks groans before hungrily pressing his lips to Dabi’s. The villain moans lewdly into the kiss, his tongue desperately prodding until it intertwines with the hero’s. Hawks gets more aggressive, thrusting faster and faster as his hands grab Dabi’s wrists, forcing them together and above his head. Dabi doesn’t even resist; normally, he would playfully struggle and make Hawks work for it, but he’s too far gone. The hero breaks the sloppy kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their lips as he watches his lover's eyes roll back into his head. The thin space of unburned flesh between the scars on his jaw and eyes is painted with a passionate blush, and he can feel the heat surging beneath the villain's skin. Hawks never thought he'd have such a chokehold on Dabi of all people. All it took was one drunken night, and he'd spilled how much he wanted this. All it took were Hawks' thinly veiled words of praise, and Dabi was putty in his hands. 

"H-Ha-Hawks~" The shattered moan leaves Dabi's lips between heavy breaths as his cock throbs, bouncing up and down and dripping pre on his stomach with every jolt of his body. His eyes lock onto the hero's, pleading...begging. 

"What do you want, princess?" Hawks smirks, swallowing a groan of pleasure. Dabi wants so desperately to say 'stop fucking calling me that', but he doubts he could manage it without whimpering between thrusts. Dabi's eyes look up at his wrists, held firmly in place above his head, then down at his untouched cock. He doesn't want to give Hawks the satisfaction of asking to touch himself, but, at the same time, he needs to be given permission. He could easily break free of the hold if he wanted to, but it's not that simple. Not in this state. Not in this context. Hawks bites his bottom lip, as if mockingly pondering whether or not he should allow it.

"I said you weren't allowed to touch yourself, didn't I?" Hawks sneers, and Dabi grits his teeth. Without warning, he pulls out and flares his wings. Feathers shoot through the air, swirling around Dabi and forcing him to flip around on his stomach. The villain yelps as he feels Hawks' talons sink into his hips, jerking his ass into the air as he plunges into it. Before Dabi can take a breath, Hawks' feathers curl up underneath him, rising up and pulling him flush against his back while one of his hands snakes around his cock. 

"Ah, fuck," Dabi sighs loudly, Hawks' name dripping from his lips like honey. 

"You're fucking insatiable, Dabs," Hawks growls, licking the scars on the villain's neck. 

"Close," Dabi gasps, feeling his orgasm stir in the pit of his stomach. 

"Not yet," Hawks commands, pounding deeper and deeper, shifting his angle to brush against his lover's prostate. Dabi's breath staggers, and he dissolves into choked whimpers as he tries to keep control. 

"Can't~ah~hold~AH!" Dabi's moans pitch higher and higher, his eyelids fluttering as his tongue lolls out of his mouth. With a final, harsh series of rapid thrusts, Hawks groans under his breath as he empties into Dabi. The Hero continues to deliberately pump his hand up and down, and the scarred villain comes completely undone. The air is thick with the smell and heat of sex, and they both collapse as they separate.  

"Worth skipping that lame meeting, huh?" Hawks huffs with a cocky grin between deep breaths. 

"Fuck you," The villain growls, pulling his shaking legs up close to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. 

"Damn, babe. Still bratty even in the afterglow?" Hawks sighs, rolling his eyes as he gently drapes a wing over Dabi, forcibly pulling him closer. Reluctantly, the villain obliges, nudging himself into the crook of Hawks' arm and burying his face between the hero's pecs.

"If I get asked about that phone call I'm gonna fucking brand you," Dabi mumbles, and Keigo just chuckles, tracing his fingertips along the scar lines on his back. 

"Whatever you say, hothead," He yawns as they fall asleep in each other's arms. 

[sparkles-and-trash]

!! nsfw !!

Been thinking a lot about Hawks who, up until meeting Dabi, had no sex drive to mention what so ever.

The strictly physical need sometimes occured, but he never craved anything more than what he could do himself, nor did he figure he had the time or opportunity to spend any time on finding anyone he’d be interested in.

So no, sex is not a big part of Hawks’ life.

At all.

But then he meets Dabi, and it hits him like a truck.

He can tell he’s attracted to the villain right away, but the libido doesn’t go crazy until they sleep together for the first time.

Hawks literally cannot stop thinking about him.

His body, his sounds, the movements, his smell, the feeling of his skin on Hawks’ own, it’s all like a drug to him.

Dabi’s not sure what he expected when he started sleeping with the outspoken, charming hero, but having him getting positivly obsessed with him was not even on the list.

When he eventually learns how, before they met, Hawks didn’t care about sex at all, to the point of having been a virgin up until meeting Dabi, he genuinly thinks the hero is joking, but when he finally belives him, it gives him quite the confidence boost, which to be fair, he kinda needed when it came to his own attractiveness.

Hawks still thinks about that as one of his biggest accomplishments yet.

[thesakuragarnet]

Rays of Lust

Summary: Sunlight filters in through the curtains of Hawks’ apartment, casting thin rays over the tangled bedsheets and highlighting the two bodies intertwined in the bed. OR Hawks and Dabi have sleepy, uncoordinated, emotional morning s3x.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, swearing, making out, Dabi cries blood, sleepy cuddles

Word Count: 1,645 words

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Spicy Tags: sub b0ttom Dabi, t0p d0m Hawks, morning s3x, aftercare, sleepy s3x, foreplay, a n a l sex, fr0ttage, multiple s3x positions

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Sunlight filters in through the curtains of Hawks’ apartment, casting thin rays over the tangled bedsheets and highlighting the two bodies intertwined in the bed. It’s a cold October morning, and a chill runs down Hawks’ spine, the light shining on his eyelids and forcing him to stir. He blinks through his blurred, sleepy vision to see Dabi passed out, chin almost pressing into the top of his head with one arm lazily draped over his wing. Keigo’s face is pressed up right against Dabi’s neck, and he instinctively starts softly sinking his teeth into the scarred flesh. He could never get enough of kissing Dabi…the way he felt…the way he tasted…Hawks was obsessed . The pressure wakes Dabi up with a breathy groan, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach at the feeling of his lover’s tongue on his skin. 

“G’morning,” Dabi sleepily grunts, practically melting at the sensation and leaning into his lover’s embrace as Hawks pulls him closer, running a hand slowly down his back. Dabi shivers, back slightly arching into the Pro’s touch. 

“Mmmmorning,” Hawks huffs in return, peppering the healthy flesh on his chest in hickeys. Dabi borderline whines before haphazardly moving his fingers through Hawks’ feathers. The Pro Hero moans at the sensation, his voice low and gravelly in his throat as arousal builds between his legs. His brain is a tangled mess of groggy thoughts, but steadily, the need for Dabi starts pulsing through his veins. His dick brushes against Dabi’s, and the fire-user whines as his cock slowly hardens. They’re never this frisky in the morning, but Dabi’s clearly not opposed to it. 

“ Fuck ,” The word falls from Dabi’s lips in a raspy whisper, and Hawks catches on, lust glazing over his eyes as he starts rocking his hips, deliberately rubbing their cocks together. Dabi’s eyelids flutter, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He’s so fucking touch-starved, and suffocating, sloppy foreplay seems like heaven to start the day with. 

“I want you bad , baby,” Hawks slurs with a yawn, and Dabi mumbles his reciprocation, a smirk playing at his lips through labored breaths at the thought. He was gonna get way more than foreplay this morning.

Hawks grabs the underside of his thigh, pushing his legs up and apart, one of his hands cupping Dabi’s ass cheek. The villain gasps when he feels the lube sloppily rubbing against him, cold and slick and uncomfortable considering he’s half-asleep. Still, he is absolutely craving Hawks to the point where it’s borderline painful. His cock throbs against Hawks’ abs as he feels the Pro lining up his own cock with his entrance, beads of precum dripping from both of them. 

“Ohhh… fuck ,” Dabi moans, cheeks flushing red as he feels Hawks stretching him open. Hawks pants as he pushes in, eyes only half-open, tongue lolling as they quickly dissolve into a tangle of tongues and limbs. Hawks licks at the scars on Dabi’s neck, and Dabi’s hands find their way into the Pro’s blonde hair, holding the back of his head. Slowly, the hero rolls his hips, and wanton groans are practically punched out of Dabi as his eyelids flutter shut, completely giving in to his lover. Their breaths hang warm and hushed in the air as they cling to each other, partially for warmth and partially for passion. 

“Feels good ,” Hawks trills, pumping his hips as the slow, soft sounds of skin slapping skin echo through the bedroom. Dabi blinks, his hand coming up to cup Hawks’ chin and forcing their eyes to lock before he smashes his lips against the hero’s. Their tongues dance, Hawks’ delicately tracing over the stitching in Dabi’s. 

“I want you closer ,” Hawks rasps in a husky whisper, his speech slurring as his wing wraps around Dabi, feathers pressing into his back, and the villain practically sobs when his erection presses harder against his lover. A yawn turns into yet another voice-cracking moan from Dabi as Hawks ruts up into his guts, the tempo deep and deliberate and dazed. The rhythm is uncoordinated and desperate, after all, they’re both still half-asleep, but they’re overcome with an insatiable need for one another’s touch in the most primal way possible. 

“Mmmngh… Hawks …mmmngh,” Dabi whimpers between deep kisses as they frantically connect each other’s lips, mouthing at one another like starving animals. Dabi’s brain is numb from giving up control, focusing solely on Hawks’ touch. Part of him wonders if maybe this is just a sex dream that he’s having…until Hawks changes the angle…and he’s suddenly very aware that this is anything but a dream. It’s an overwhelming reality that sends stars across his vision and sparks beneath his skin; it makes his heart pound against his ribs and his lips move to only form his lover’s name over and over again until he’s drooling. Hawks digs his fingernails into Dabi’s thighs, blinking hard as if he’s trying to fully wake up; he groans when he hits Dabi’s prostate, feeling the villain's whole body twitch beneath him. He grinds slow and steady, completely lost in the pleasure and…what was that other emotion? Love or delusion…he can’t decide which. The wind blows through the open window, and Dabi shudders, suddenly very cold despite his fiery Quirk. Hawks notices the shift and makes a begrudging effort to change positions, keeping his cock inside Dabi as he lifts him up and pulls him into his lap, wings wrapping around his scarred back for support. They’re encased in a crimson cocoon, safe and warm and filled with the heat of ecstasy. Hawks’ hands firmly grip Dabi’s hips, and he bounces him up and down forcibly, making the villain’s eyes roll back into his head as he covers his mouth with shaking hands, trying to quiet his slutty moans. Still, the muffled noises kiss Hawks’ ears, making the Pro swallow a grin as he falls into a rhythm that has Dabi utterly addicted. 

“Fffffffuck meeee ~Ha- Hawks ~!” Dabi slurs, dragging his hands down his face before grasping at Hawks’ chest, trying to ground himself. The gesture has Hawks in a puddle of devotion as his heart drops, and his movements get sloppy. He keeps his eyes locked on Dabi, watching the crimson tears streak down his cheeks and the sweat bead on his brow. Whispered curses pour from the hero’s mouth with every thrust as they both coax closer to climax. 

“So pretty. So pretty, darling,” Hawks groans, calloused hands gently tracing up Dabi’s sides. “So good for me, Dabi,” He gasps, muscles tensing as he feels the high climbing. Suddenly, Dabi crumbles to pieces, back arching and fingernails digging into Hawks’ pecs as he comes without warning, painting his lover’s tanned chest white. When Dabi clenches around Hawks, something snaps. 

His wings flare back, and Dabi falls, head hitting the pillow as Hawks suddenly launches into a mating press, wildly fucking into Dabi who can’t help but scream for the hero. Hawks laps at Dabi’s tears, tongue dragging across his face as his voice pitches into a cry; he empties into his lover, hips stuttering and feathers stiffening before he pulls out and collapses on top of him. They’re both panting, struggling to catch their breath from the sudden sexual frenzy, and, slowly, the rising and falling of Dabi’s chest evens out. Hawks looks up to see the villain’s eyes closed, mouth hanging open in a gasp as his body completely relaxes. 

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Hawks clicks his tongue, huffing as he lightly taps on Dabi’s cheek. “No going back to sleep. I have a patrol shift at eight. Get your ass up.”

Dabi growls in annoyance, gritting his teeth and loathing the fact that the hero can’t make up some lame excuse to miss work today. He’d love nothing more than to just rest and relax in those strong crimson wings as his brain floats away into nothingness. 

“Just…hold me…for a little while,” Dabi mumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around Hawks and pulling him flush against his chest, the both of them sticky and sweaty and only slightly more awake than when they started. Hawks rolls his eyes but nuzzles into the crook of Dabi’s neck, feathers brushing against the villain’s face. His alarm hasn’t gone off yet…he can wait a few more minutes before showering. Hawks takes a deep breath, relishing in the afterglow as he regains control of his senses. For a few moments, he was Keigo again. Walls down. Instincts rampant. Lost in his own urges. At the same time, Dabi feels like Touya for the first time in years, letting his overwhelming emotions completely consume him. He had to bite his own tongue to not call Hawks by his real name in his delirious state during their session. Dabi sighs, muscles sore and mind scrambled as his hands snake up between Hawks’ wings, tracing soft circles on his back. 

Hawks rubs his eyes, determined to not fall asleep in the scarred man’s embrace…but…it’s so comforting. The way Dabi treats him with such reverent grace is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. 

“Stay…don’t…go…,” Dabi yawns between deep inhales, wishing he could sleep in Keigo’s bed all day. The gears in Hawks’ brain start turning…maybe he could ask for the day off and pass it off as getting more intel. After all, it would mean spending all day in his penthouse with Dabi. 

“Mmm…I’ll call out if you get the fuck up and shower with me,” Hawks mutters, words muffling into Dabi’s neck. The villain cracks open an eye, mulling over the idea in his head. 

“Can we have shower sex?” Dabi whispers earnestly, his voice hoarse and wanting. Hawks’ ears perk up at the request, and a smug smirk curls at his lips.

“Of course we can have shower sex.”

[thesakuragarnet]

Unexpected Proportions

Summary: A few seconds pass before he finally brings his arm down…and comes face to face with Hawks’ pecs in his HPSC compression shirt. Dabi blinks. He’s looking straight forward. Normally, he has to crane his neck downward to look at them. Something’s wrong. Dabi lifts his eyes, looking up…and up…and up . Hawks is seven feet tall. Hawks has never been seven feet tall. 

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 3,658

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, swearing, making out, 3xplicit s3xual content, Quirk Accident, Hawks is taller than Dabi, size k!nk

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The text doesn’t reach Dabi’s phone until he’s already almost to one of Hawks’ apartments. Leave it to All For One to put the worst phone plan available on the burner phones. Dabi didn’t get any service until he was halfway up the fire escape; it buzzes in the pocket of his jacket. 

Birdie: Need to reschedule ASAP. Sorry.

Dabi rolls his eyes at the message, continuing to make his way up the stairs at the back of the complex. This was one of the seedier HPSC safe houses for their pet, which was why Dabi typically picked this one to meet up in. Less prying eyes. Less attention. Less chance of being ambushed. There were more PLF members on this side of the city. Not that Dabi would ever need backup. 

“That’s not how this works,” Dabi mutters under his breath in annoyance. “I’m coming whether you like it or not.” 

Besides, he hadn’t even given him a reason. It was suspicious. And suspicion was dangerous. Dabi was paranoid enough as it is. Paranoid of being found out. Paranoid of Hawks being a backstabbing bastard. He was in too deep now. He can’t risk everything he’s worked for crumbling to pieces. Not when he’s so close. So close to meaning something. So close to revealing the truth to the whole world. 

Dabi blinks as he grabs the railing, pulling himself up to the final landing outside Hawks’ apartment. He can’t get distracted. He can’t let his mask slip. Not now. Not ever. Not until the timing is right-

CRASH!

Dabi nearly jumps over the rail as shattering glass and muffled shouts of pain rumble from the other side of the window, followed swiftly by clamorous thumps and panicked noises. 

‘Oh, fuck, is he getting ambushed?!’ Dabi’s mind reels. If any of those PLF idiots had gone rogue and decided to attack the number two hero… his Pro to corrupt…oh, they’re not going to even live long enough to regret it. 

Azure flames flash in Dabi’s eyes, barely held back as he uses what little muscle he’s built up on his arms to force the window open. He clambers through, landing unceremoniously on his feet in Hawks’ kitchen. 

The lights are off. 

“OW, FUCK!” Hawks’ voice cuts out in the darkness. “Damnit, Dabi, I told you I needed to reschedule!”

He sounds irritated, which is unusual. Hawks is always calm, cool, and collected. He does what he’s told like a good little soldier. He doesn’t snap. He doesn’t have an attitude, at least not a particularly nasty or spiteful one. But he doesn’t sound like he’s being attacked, which is a relief. One less mess for Dabi to clean up. 

“What’s your problem?” Dabi retorts into the shadows, squinting through his subpar vision as his eyes attempt to adjust. He braces himself as the awkward stumbling noises grow closer until-

“ FUCK, my eyes!” Dabi hisses, shielding himself from the sudden illumination as Hawks flicks the kitchen lights on. A few seconds pass before he finally brings his arm down…and comes face to face with Hawks’ pecs in his HPSC compression shirt.

Dabi blinks.

He’s looking straight forward. 

Normally, he has to crane his neck downward to look at them. 

Something’s wrong. 

Dabi lifts his eyes, looking up…and up…and up . 

Hawks is seven feet tall. Hawks has never been seven feet tall. 

The guy was five-seven at best . Now, he’s standing over a foot taller than Dabi. 

The second detail the villain notices is the broad expanse of his wings. That must’ve been the cause of the crashes from moments ago; he kept banging them into things and hitting his head on the doorways. 

Hawks takes note of Dabi’s stare…of the subtle change in his posture…of the flicker of something in his eyes…of the way he’s looking up at him. Dabi feels vulnerable. It’s painfully evident to Hawks, which is a bit shocking considering Dabi’s usually so hard for him to read. 

“What the fuck?” Dabi breathes out in possibly the smallest voice ever. 

“Yeah, I know, right? I got hit with a stupid Gigantification Quirk. Was able to stop it before it got too out of hand. Doc says it should wear off in time for my patrol tomorrow afternoon-”

Hawks says more, but Dabi isn’t really paying attention. He’s too transfixed by the hulking hero over him, wings hanging behind him like two barn doors. 

“Okay…,” Dabi’s voice trails off. He hasn’t moved from his place beside the window, boots planted firmly on the floor as if he’s rooted to it. 

Hawks stops talking, cocking his head slightly as he finally realizes why Dabi’s acting a bit strange. The corners of his mouth quirk up into a crooked smirk. 

THUNK!

The noise that leaves Dabi’s mouth sounds alien coming from him, the high-pitched yelp even catching Hawks off guard. Sure, Hawks was expecting Dabi to be a bit flustered or annoyed when he struck the kabedon pose, but he didn’t expect him to squeal and look like he was going to melt into the floor. It was very un-Dabi-like behavior. Then again, Hawks had a very un-Hawks-like advantage at present. Dabi was always the one towering over him, or, at least, looming with his decent height advantage.

Hawks is quite literally towering over Dabi. 

Dabi holds his tongue, breath hissing through his teeth as he grinds them so hard he wonders if they’ll shatter. He can’t fucking believe he just made that noise because of Hawks . Sure, Dabi’s let him have his dominant moments before, but not like this. Never like this. 

Dabi feels overwhelmingly vulnerable…and he’s so turned on by it. His knees are shaky, his heart is stuttering in his chest, and he feels so light-headed he wonders if he’ll just keel over and faint. It’s sickening. He’s acting like some sort of sloppy romance main character, over-the-top and over-the-moon for the love interest. Objectively, he doesn’t fit that role at all. 

“You’re really into this…aren’t you?” Hawks clicks his tongue with a shit-eating grin, eyes scanning up and down Dabi’s body for dramatic effect, clearly playing into the fantasy. 

Of course Dabi’s into it. He’d be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn’t. He hates it. He hates that his heart is noticeably pounding harder in his chest and that his palms are clammy and his mouth is dry. He hates that he can’t even find the words when he’s just trying not to pass out under the overwhelming presence of Hawks practically swallowing him up. Dabi feels impossibly small…he fucking hates it. But if he hates it…why isn’t he responding with fire like he usually does with everything he hates? 

“Remember to breathe,” Hawks trills cheekily, making the pale flesh on Dabi’s cheeks turn several shades redder. 

“Shut up,” Dabi manages to spit out, vitriolic but shaky. 

“Uh-uh, be nice,” Hawks hums, voice husky and dropping low in a hush as he brings his hand that’s not occupying the wall up to brush against the side of Dabi’s face. The villain shudders with every inch of his body even though his brain is screaming at him to stay fucking still. There’s nothing he can do when his emotions go into overdrive like this; the mask isn’t good enough. The feelings, the arousal, the thrill…it’s too potent. 

“Fuck you,” Dabi mutters, voice cracking. Hawks exhales through his nose: a poorly concealed laugh of amusement. 

“Nah, I think you want me to fuck you instead.” 

This time, Dabi bites his tongue hard . His inner voice screams at him to ignore what he just said and remember why he called this meeting in the first place. It was for…fuck, he’s forgotten. How could he remember anything under the canopy of red and nothing but those golden eyes glowing down at him like a predator stalking prey?

“You’re never this quiet, Dabi,” Hawks’ grin grows steadily wider, a mix between wolfish and ecstatic. He’s enjoying this way too much, and he notices Dabi holding back a gasp when his name rolls off his tongue. 

Dabi doesn’t know what to say. What can he say? Hawks is right. He’s so down bad right now that it’s borderline criminal. It’s embarrassing. It’s…intriguing. 

‘Does the effect also change his strength proportionally?’ Dabi’s thoughts are consumed by the situation at this point. He opens his mouth unfiltered and unprompted:

“Could you like…throw me across the room with just one arm?”

“What?” 

“What?”

‘Now would be a great time to burst into flames,’ Dabi thinks to himself, certain that smoke is curling out of his ears. 

“Are you asking me to pick you up and throw you?” Hawks chuckles, clearly open to the idea. 

“No.” Dabi’s response is curt and blatantly a lie. 

“Are you sure?”

Dabi can’t admit it. It’s like there’s an impossible barrier in his own brain preventing him from directly asking for any of this. Dabi’s conditioned himself to take and take and take because if he doesn’t… Dabi has nothing to give anyone. Touya had given everything he’d had to everyone he knew and no one had wanted any of it. No one wanted him to talk. No one wanted to see anything from him. That’s at least how he saw it-

“Dabi? You still with me?” Hawks coos, at least acting like he’s oblivious to the sudden inner spiral Dabi found himself caught in. Dabi swallows, blinking back to reality, readjusting the metaphorical mask. 

“Yeah.” It’s an answer. A breathless answer that’s full of tension, but an answer nonetheless. 

“I’ll do it, y’know. I won’t do it too hard. Don’t wanna hurt you,” Hawks smirks, and Dabi’s certain he missed a part of the conversation. 

“What?!” He blurts, eyes widening to the size of saucers. 

Now, Hawks is blushing. 

“Oh-uh-I meant throwing you. Uh-I mean…if you want to do anything else-”

“I think throwing me on the bed is a good start,” Dabi’s lips move before he can stop them, and he silently curses himself for sounding so easy. 

Any other scenario, and this would be overwhelmingly humiliating. 

“Do you want me to carry you to the bedroom?” Hawks raises his eyebrow. 

“I can walk,” Dabi replies flatly, though he’s partially worried that the moment he takes a step he’ll crumple to the floor. His cock throbs borderline painfully in his jeans, noticeably tight to his chagrin, and Hawks has definitely noticed. 

…

The moment Dabi’s leather boots cross the threshold to Hawks’ bedroom, he’s enveloped in a swath of crimson. Wings wrap around him like nets, feathers manipulating his body to spin around to face Hawks and push him against his chest. 

“How about instead of one arm we do two?” Hawks winks, and Dabi bites back a groan as a pair of strong arms grab him by his waist. 

Suddenly, he’s off the ground. 

Hawks lifts him up like he weighs absolutely nothing, and Dabi’s breathing picks up as his heart threatens to burst out of his chest and fall into a bloody mess on the floor. Hawks slowly struts a few paces closer to the bed as he brings Dabi up to his eye level; the eye contact is dangerous, turquoise and gold meeting each other with amorous intensity. 

The sound Dabi makes when he hits the bed is somewhere between a dramatic gasp and a surprised grunt. Hawks had thrown him halfway across the room with a ridiculous lack of effort, like Dabi was simply a rag doll for him to play with…oh, this is gonna be fun. 

Hawks stalks toward him in the dimmed lights of the bedroom, slowly shrugging out of his jacket before undoing the clasp at the back of his neck to take off the compression shirt. Dabi watches, completely entranced. Even his muscles look bigger. The bulge of his biceps and the shadows of his abs are more pronounced. More for Dabi to lick. If those are bigger…Dabi’s getting hornier by the second; it’s almost laughable. 

Dabi scrambles to shrug off his jacket, fumbling with the zipper before he finally gets it off and tosses it to the side, leaving him in nothing but his jeans and white T-shirt. 

WHOMP!

Suddenly, Hawks is on top of him. Naked. A single glance confirms that Dabi was right in his suspicions. 

God, there’s so much more of Hawks than Dabi’s used to. His wings are like two gigantic comforters, practically acting as a canopy for the bed, encasing the two in a sea of draping crimson. The outermost feathers brush up against Dabi’s exposed arms, soft and downy against his scarred skin. The feeling of Hawks’ feathers against him was always so intoxicatingly soothing. 

“Let’s get you more comfortable, yeah?” Hawks hums suavely, fingertips playing with the hem of Dabi’s shirt and gently tracing the edge of his belt. 

Dabi nods vigorously, cheeks flushing and cock throbbing. 

Hawks peels off Dabi’s clothes with unabashed tenderness, hands moving expertly over his skin. 

The hero’s lips curl into a devilish smile when he sees the beads of precum already leaking through Dabi’s gray boxers. 

“Oh, you are so far gone, firefly,” Hawks whispers, tone sweeter than honey. “Want me to be inside you so bad, dontcha?” 

A soft moan bubbles in the back of Dabi’s throat, held back by the villain’s gritted teeth. He knows his facial expression probably belongs in a bad porno, but he’s so entranced by everything that he can’t help it. 

Two feathers curl into grips on the fabric at his hips, slowly dragging them down his body until Dabi’s completely naked. 

It’s not Dabi’s first time bottoming for him, but this is different. Dabi never thought Hawks was able to completely pull off the dominant persona...but he’s proving him wrong in so many ways right now. The villain’s never been in such a submissive headspace before, willing to surrender everything to his lover on a whim.

“You ready for me?” Hawks trills before pressing a deep kiss to Dabi’s lips. Dabi hums into the kiss, Hawks’ impossibly soft lips brushing all the right places as Dabi hears the familiar slick of lube rubbing over Hawks’ cock.  

The moment Hawks starts to slip inside, Dabi can feel the pressure…and then he sees the bulge in his lower stomach. The more Hawks pushes in, the fuller Dabi feels…and the more prominent the bulge in his stomach grows. 

“ Fuck ,” Dabi whimpers, choking on his words as his back arches and his head falls back into the pillow. Dabi usually wasn’t a big fan of missionary when he was bottoming; he preferred to have his face shoved in the pillow and just let Hawks use him. But this ? This is overwhelmingly sexy. 

Finally, he feels Hawks’ balls resting against his ass. 

“Oh, fuck ~” Dabi’s voice sounds utterly broken and blissed out, overwhelmed from the stretch as moans pour from his throat, wanton and heavy on his tongue. The floaty headspace is new, completely surrendering himself to everything Hawks has to offer and more. He’d give him so much more. He’d give him anything at this point. Anything to be consumed by his presence and not have to worry about anything else ever again. It’s unusual for Dabi to want to give up all control, but he feels higher than he’s ever been in his life off this feeling. 

“God , you’re tight. Are you okay?” Hawks grunts, taking note of the hazy expression in his lover’s eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” Dabi hiccups, drool pooling on his tongue and threatening to leak out of the sides of his mouth. Every exhale is a subtle moan, whimpering and shivering in pleasure. 

“Color?” Hawks whispers, seeming to worry about the size difference. 

“Green.” Dabi doesn’t miss a beat despite the brain fog. “AlreadysaidI’mmokay,” His words slur together in an impatient huff. 

“Can I start moving?” 

“If you don’t I’m gonna kill you,” Dabi grumbles, but the hero doesn’t need any further encouragement. 

The first rock of Hawks’ hips moves Dabi’s entire body, punching a pleasure-filled wail from his lungs that’s quickly followed by another…and another…and another. 

“ Hawks~ah~~ ” Dabi groans, swallowing the drool that pools on his tongue with every breathy exhale. 

“That’s it, baby,” Hawks pants, eyelids fluttering, staring at the bulge of his cock in Dabi’s stomach with each roll of his hips. 

“ Fuck me ~!” Dabi slurs, “H-harder.” He doesn’t have time to cringe at the words, but Hawks eagerly complies with his request, rutting his hips at a pace that makes Dabi see stars. 

“You feel so good ,” Hawks gasps, senses on fire as he becomes completely absorbed in the feeling of Dabi’s inside wrapping around him…of Dabi’s hands searching for purchase in his golden locks…of the feeling of his ankles locking around his waist. 

“Kiss,” Dabi chokes out repeatedly, brain numb and insides ablaze; it takes a moment for Hawks to realize what he’s saying. 

The hero bends down, connecting their lips sweetly and passionately, lips spit-slicked and swollen as they suck, tongues desperately intertwining. Dabi’s sigh of relief muffles in his throat, closing his eyes as he kisses back, pleading and greedy. Dabi always felt like he got drunk off of kissing Hawks; it was such an overwhelmingly intoxicating experience. Hawks was a wonderful kisser, sure, but something felt deeper whenever they kissed. It was like they were always meant to kiss and only meant to kiss each other, their lips always moving in a way that was too good to be true. It was too good.

Dabi pulls back from the lip locks with a cry, feeling heat pool in the pit of his stomach as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Close,” Dabi huffs over and over again, voice pitching higher and higher. 

“You can come, baby,” Hawks croons between sighs of pleasure, “Be a good boy and come for me.”

Dabi’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head at the praise, jaw slack and brows arched as he feels the ecstasy boiling in his blood. Hawks is barely holding it together at the display in his arms; the noises pouring from Dabi’s lips are wrecking his mind, and the expressions on his lover’s face are sending him into the stratosphere. He knows if he doesn’t keep concentrating, he’s going to come early. Hell, Dabi’s already going to come early. He usually lasts much longer than this. 

Hawks can sense the shivers in Dabi’s skin, goosebumps prickling the pale, unscarred flesh. Blood seeps out beneath the scars under his eyes, trickling thin scarlet rivulets down the sides of his face. The villain’s cock bounces up against the bump of Hawks’ cock inside him, soaked in precum and reddening into a painful purple. Hawks leans forward as he keeps fluidly pumping his hips, touching their foreheads together, letting themselves feel the heat of one another’s breath. 

Hawks’ name drips from Dabi’s lips like the purest nectar as he suddenly convulses, gushing white that spurts up on his stomach. Dabi nearly screams at the overstimulation as Hawks fucks him through his orgasm, gentle and intentional, moving just the way his lover likes. The hero’s muscles tense up, wings flaring suddenly as he comes with a rasping gasp, coating Dabi’s insides. 

Slowly, Hawks brings his movements to a halt, breathing heavily as he grips Dabi’s shoulders, the pads of his fingers pressing into the scarred and healthy flesh. 

Dabi can barely see through his “tears”, vision blurred and maroon. He desperately blinks them away, reaching up with a shaking hand to rub his eyes. 

Hawks promptly hushes him, feathers leaving his wings and then returning with a warm, damp rag that begins to blot Dabi’s face, cleaning the blood. 

“Felt…so… good ,” Dabi manages to blurt out between deep breaths as he tries to regain his bearings. 

“You’re incredible, Dabi,” Hawks coos, pressing his lips against the villain’s sweaty forehead. “I’m gonna pull out, yeah?”

Dabi nods, gritting his teeth as he feels the pressure slipping away, leaving him feeling hauntingly empty. Hawks immediately swoops in, wrapping his wings around his lover, whispering sweet nothings as he kisses him back down from the high. Dabi whimpers, focusing on the feeling of Hawks tracing his skin, running his fingers through his hair, kissing down the side of his face to his neck. Another feather whirls away, whisking in a rag to wipe away the spent on Dabi’s midsection as he shudders in Hawks’ arms. 

After what seems like eons, Dabi sighs cathartically, letting the waves of bliss fade away. 

“I’m good now, birdie,” He admits, looking up at the gorgeous golden eyes staring down at him. The temporary size difference is still so enchanting; Dabi feels like he’s being totally encompassed by Hawks’ presence. The hero rolls over to the side, an arm still wrapped around his lover. 

“We were gonna get dinner tonight, weren’t we?” Hawks chuckles. 

“Somethin’ like that,” Dabi says breathlessly. 

“You still hungry?” Hawks offer with a soft smile. 

“I could eat,” Dabi shrugs, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. 

“You okay with yakitori?” Hawks raises an eyebrow as he grabs his phone from the nightstand. 

“Just wake me up when the food’s here,” Dabi yawns, grappling with the comforter and climbing under the covers, wincing slightly at every movement. His muscles are sore, but his heart is full, and it won’t be long before his stomach is too. 

All in all, a good night. He got dicked down. He’s getting to sleep in a comfortable bed that won’t pull at his staples. He’s getting a full meal for free. He gets to sleep next to someone who loves him. 

At least for now, Touya is completely content. His eyelids flutter closed; the last thing he sees before falling asleep is Hawks’ warm smile.