Here are the #dabihawksweek26's prompts. You can use them and interpret them as you want, let your creativity flow~ // Aquí están los temas (prompts) para la #dabihawksweek26. Puedes usarlos e interpretarlos como quieras, deja tu creatividad fluir~
GENERAL
1 - Bound by fate (soulmates, star-crossed lovers, predicted love) // Unidos por el destino (almas gemelas, amantes trágicos, predicción de amor)
2 - Against time (time travel, time loops, age reversion, dimensional shifts) // Contra el tiempo (viaje en el tiempo, bucle temporal, regresión de edad, cambios dimensionales)
4 - What the future holds (post-canon, post war, canon divergence, second chance) // Lo que traerá el futuro (post-canon, después de la guerra, divergencia del canon, segunda oportunidad)
5 - Omegaverse
6 - In another world (any AU) // En otro mundo (cualquier Universo Alternativo)
7 - Opposites attract // Los opuestos se atraen
NSFW
1 - Sex quirk // Poder relacionado con el sexo
2 - First time // Primera vez
3 - Sub/dom
4 - Cumplay
5 - Breeding kink/ovoposition // Fetiche de embarazo / Ovoposición
6 - Food kink / Pet play // Fetiche con la comida / Pet play
7 - Putting on a show // Dar un espectáculo
DEAD DOVE
1- Non-con / Dub-con
2 - Yandere
3- Mindfuck, mindbreak // Jugar o romper la mente
4 - Free use // Uso libre
5 - Forced pregnancy // Embarazo forzado
6- Cannibalism // Canibalismo
7 - Knife play / Blood play // Fetiche con cuchillos o con la sangre
Bonus: quotes // citas
1: “The perfect match that burnt too fast” // “La combinación perfecta que ardió muy rápido”
2: “They say to find the thing you love and let it kill you” // “Dicen que encuentres la cosa que amas y dejes que te mate”
3: “I love the way you lie” // “Amo la forma en que mientes”
4: “You should’ve kept both eyes on me” // “Debiste mantener tus dos ojos en mí”
5: “Even bad wolves can be good” // “Incluso los lobos malvados pueden ser buenos”
6: “You are my favorite ‘what if’” // “Eres mi posibilidad favorita”
7: “All is fair in love and war” // “Todo es justo en el amor y la guerra”
BONUS: Past year's prompts // Puedes usar los temas de años pasados
You can check them all here. // Puedes checarlos aquí.
My contribution for the final day of DabiHawks Week 2026!!!! (Day 7)
Chapters: 6/? << dumped ch. 1-6 today, and I’ll dump ch. 7+ soon.
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko
Additional Tags: DabiHawks Week, dabihawksweek26, dabihawksweek2026, Dabihawks Week 2026, DHWeek26NSFW, Alternate Universe - Actors, MHA is a Fictional TV Show and the Characters are Actors, Takami Keigo | Hawks Needs a Hug, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Takami Keigo | Hawks, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Switching, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sex Comes Before Romance, Friends to Lovers, Rape/Non-con Elements, Past Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Endeavor is not Touya’s Dad, But Shoto and Touya Are Still Brothers, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, POV Takami Keigo | Hawks, Eventual Smut, Safe Sane and Consensual, Well Just the DabiHawks Parts, There’s a Non-Con Scene with Another Character, Abusive Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Internalized Homophobia, Closeted Character, Alternate Universe - Celebrity
Series: Part 5 of Kato’s DabiHawks Week 2026 Works
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Summary:
DabiHawks Actor AU where MHA is all just a TV show, and the characters are all actors, featuring a will-they-won’t-they friends-to-lovers plotline between Keigo and Touya.
Hawks is child actor Keigo Takami’s first major role since his adult debut crashed and burned a year before. Now, he’s on set for MHA, juggling his growing crush on Touya Todoroki, who plays Dabi, at the same time as he’s navigating an increasingly tense relationship with his abusive ex, Enji Todoroki, who plays Endeavor. He simply cannot catch a break.
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DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 7 NSFW: Putting on a Show
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & DabiHawks Love Children, Takami Keigo | Hawks & DabiHawks Love Children
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, DabiHawks Love Children
Additional Tags: DabiHawks Week, dabihawksweek26, dabihawksweek2026, Dabihawks Week 2026, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Kid Fic, Villain Takami Keigo | Hawks, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Pro Hero Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Unplanned Pregnancy, Accidental Baby Acquisition, By Way of Sex, HIV/AIDS, Single Parent Takami Keigo | Hawks, Teen Pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Assassin Takami Keigo | Hawks, Sex Work, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Abuse, No Smut, yet - Freeform, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Good Parent Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Parents Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Parent Takami Keigo | Hawks, Twins, Alternative Universe - Pro Hero Touya and Villain Hawks, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Role Reversal, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Trans Mpreg | Trans Male Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Underage Sex - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Discussion of Abortion, He Ends Up Choosing Not To, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, POV Takami Keigo | Hawks
Series: Part 4 of Kato’s DabiHawks Week 2026 Works
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Summary:
Villain!Keigo’s MO is luring heroes to confess their secrets and subsequently executing them. He’s come to expect only the wickedest of sins from them, so when Hero!Touya lays bare the secret of his own victimhood as if it’s an equally wretched deathbed confession, Keigo becomes determined to do everything to protect the one truly good person he’s ever met.
He wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him, or to end up pregnant with his kids, but life has never put him on the easy path. He never learns his lesson, does he?
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Or: DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 6 fic where I synthesize the prompt “In Another World” and quote “you are my favorite what-if” into a Kid Fic Role Reversal AU, set in a world where the Commission never took Keigo under their wing, Endeavor learned his lesson from Sekoto Peak, and Touya returned home and became a pro hero.
Also, it’s the prequel for a currently unpublished fic of mine called “Heartbeats,” where Keigo suffers mysterious symptoms as a single Dad and enlists Touya’s help to figure out why, only to accidentally fall in love with him all over again in the process.
DabiHawksWeek2026 Day Seven: Free Space Pet Play & Stuff!ng
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THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! SUMMARY AND TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION
Word Count: 3,804 words
AO3 link
Summary: Dabi finds himself in an alternate timeline where Hawks is a villain and Dabi is his pet…revelations ensue
Tags: READ THE TAGS! THEY ARE ON AO3!!!!!!!!!!! Mostly stuffing/feederism adjacent and petplay/puppyplay as well as explicit sexual content (belly kink, burp kink, stuffing kink, tail plugs, collars and leashes), alternate dimensions, Villain!Hawks
One minute, Dabi’s running through the villain Underground. In the split-second it takes for him to blink, he’s in an unfamiliar dark hallway. He stumbles forward, tripping over his own feet, like he spontaneously switched places with somebody.
Dabi freezes, squinting as his poor eyesight takes longer to adjust.
It was just daylight outside, wasn’t it?
There’s a light a few feet away from him, and Dabi stumbles over to the grandiose window. His eyes widen when he sees that it opens into a dimly lit underground city of some kind. There are rows of houses and carts and people bustling beneath…
He steps away from the window, suddenly nauseous at the height.
How high up is he? How can he be so high up when it seems like he’s underground?
He steals a look at the floor, noting the velvet carpet that he’s probably tracked dirt on with his boots.
Where the hell is he?
“Puppy, what are you doing out of your cage?”
Dabi’s head whips around at the sound of Hawks’ voice.
Two beady golden eyes shine in the darkness, and it sends a sick shiver down Dabi’s spine. He’s only met with his hero contact a handful of times, and, with everything happening between Shigaraki and Gigantomachia, Dabi hasn’t had any time to follow up in a few days.
Wait a minute.
Dabi processes what Hawks just said to him.
“The fuck did you just say to me?!” Dabi snaps indignantly.
The eyes widen in shock before narrowing to slits.
“Dabi, you know better.” Hawks’voice is dangerously even.
‘I know better?’ Dabi’s grimace deepens, teeth grinding as his hands ball into fists; a dull blue glow envelops his knuckles.
Hawks clicks his tongue, and feathers zip around Dabi in the darkness.
“The hell’re you-”
Dabi doesn’t get the chance to properly mouth off before something covers his face, and, before he can light himself up, there’s a sharp sting in his arm.
He passes out…
…
…
Dabi groans as he opens his eyes, vision blurry and ears ringing as he wakes up in a stupor. He shivers…and that’s when he realizes his clothes are missing.
“Whatthefuck?” Dabi slurs, sitting up to look down at the black lace thong cupping his flaccid dick. His eyes adjust to the shadows; this room is dimly lit, unlike that godawful hallway.
Clank.
Dabi freezes.
Holy shit.
Dabi’s heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and he can’t remember when his adrenaline rush was this potent.
He’s locked in a cage.
He’s in a cage.
He grabs at the metal bars, willing his Quirk to burst forth and melt it…but nothing happens. Shit. Hawks must have doped him up with suppressants when he drugged him.
“Puppy, what’s gotten into you today? You haven’t wanted to use your Quirk in years. Are you feeling okay?”
The hair on the back of Dabi’s neck stands up at Hawks’ voice again. Hawks sits on a throne a few feet from the cage, gazing at him like a national treasure. He’s dressed entirely in a black catsuit that shows off every striking curve of muscle. Admittedly…he looks stunning.
There must be an explanation for this. Dabi’s dreaming. He has to be…no…that’s not it at all. Why is Hawks talking like he’s been his complacent little pet this whole time? Shit…did that dimension-hopping villain make him trade places with another Dabi? That’s gotta be it.
Either way, Dabi’s not in any position to fight back. He doesn’t know how long the Quirk Suppressant will last.
Hawks must be a villain…and a high-ranking one if he has his own damn city.
Hawks looks Dabi up and down, analyzing and calculating.
Dabi’s nearly all skin and bones, and Hawks knows he nurtures his pet. Maybe he got hit with some kind of Quirk while he was wandering the sanctum? Hawks would have to torture it out of his underlings later…which one of them did this to his beloved creature? His eyes fall on Dabi’s barren neck, marred with scars.
“Looks like you lost your collar again, baby boy. Did you accidentally get too excited and burn it off like last time? That’s okay,” Hawks coos, and, for whatever horrid reason, the way he speaks makes Dabi’s dick twitch.
Wait. Did he say collar?
Dabi swallows. Why is he so into this? Granted, Dabi can’t remember the last time he properly got his rocks off. His half-gone bottle of lube and toys in his backpack were mostly due to his own explorations, but he never had anyone to actually do anything with before.
Before Dabi can open his mouth in protest, feathers whisk something inside the cage with Dabi.
They stretch out a black velvet collar, complete with silver spikes on the outside, and wrap it around his neck.
Oh fuck.
He likes that.
Dabi’s pulse flutters beneath the dog collar; the cold metal from the spike screws presses into his scars. For someone who can usually never keep his mouth shut, Dabi’s finding himself utterly speechless at the situation. If he opens his mouth, he might say something that’ll bring all of this to a screeching halt…and that’s the last thing he wants.
“You like your collar, baby?” Hawks teases, his tone mocking and sickeningly sweet as it tickles Dabi’s ears; the feathers fasten it and float away. Dabi looks down, noting the chain leash attached to it…the end rests in Hawks’ hands.
Dabi nods breathlessly before Hawks jerks him forward, feeling the collar dig into his scars as his head spins.
Fuck, he’s so into this.
“My good little guard dog. You gonna put your life on the line for me? You gonna sit when I tell you to? You gonna be my good boy? You must’ve been so scared all alone in the dark, but it’s okay now. Your master’s got you.”
Deep inside, Dabi squirms, partially from cringe and partially from pleasure.
This is utterly humiliating in the best way possible.
Normally, if Hawks spoke to him like that, he’d fry him where he stood. But this Hawks…the way he carries himself…looms over Dabi…has him in his clutches… It turns the scarred villain into putty in his hands. Words won’t form at his lips as his mind numbs.
“I can’t forget your little ears, too.”
Dabi tries not to whine when Hawks’ feathers slip the sleek headband over him, gently tapping the black, fluffy dog ears and making a noise that has Dabi blushing.
He was ready to roast the bird alive moments ago, and now he’s folded into the villain’s little pet? Dabi prays he never goes home so no one ever finds out about this. Either that or he never wakes up.
“I got your favorite waiting for you, snowstar,” Hawks coos as feathers zip into the room, lifting a hefty, steel dog bowl out of the darkness.
Dabi sniffs the air, and his stomach growls.
“It’s cold soba,” Hawks grins.
How does Hawks know what his favorite food is?
Shit, Dabi can’t remember the last time he had a decent meal, and he’s salivating as his empty stomach growls. He could get used to being taken care of like this.
He’s been surviving on scraps and stolen goods for as long as he can remember.
Drool spills out of the side of his mouth, splattering on the cage floor.
“Aw, is my boy hungry?” Hawks pouts before his lips contort into a devilish grin. “Don’t worry. This is all for you. Be a good boy and eat it out of the bowl. I already poured the sauce on it for you. And remember. Good boys finish their food. Eat all of it, and you’ll get a reward.”
A reward?
What could Hawks reward him with? Dabi doesn’t give himself time to think as soon as the bowl clatters in front of him. The inside of the bowl could probably fit an entire watermelon, and it’s filled to the brim with cold soba. It makes his mouth water the longer he stares, and he looks up at Hawks.
The winged villain nods.
Dabi doesn’t even hesitate before he’s on all fours, shoving his face into the bowl and slurping up the noodles, pride be damned. He moans at the taste; it’s exquisite.
Hawks hushes words of praise above him.
“You wanna be good, don’t you?”
Dabi chokes down a thick bite.
“That’s it. Doing so well for me.”
Dabi practically smothers himself into the bowl, trying to fit as much into his mouth as he can.
“You can take a little more.”
Dabi swallows another huge chunk that hurts on its way down.
“Good boy.”
Dabi’s cheeks redden when he becomes conscious of the obnoxious sounds he’s making, gulping and gasping and stuffing his face. But it tastes so fucking delicious that Dabi can’t help but wolf it down. Hawks watches with contemplative amusement, leaning in like he wants to get a better look and listen. He watches Dabi’s throat flex with every swallow…the lump going down his throat until it disappears at his collarbone, only to push out his stomach when it lands in the pit.
Dabi doesn’t notice his distending stomach, but Hawks’ eyes are as big as saucers, pupils devouring his golden irises as his pet’s belly bloats bit by bit. The winged villain is transfixed by the sight, feathers puffing as one slips just barely against the swell of his lower tummy; Hawks bites his bottom lip when the feather picks up every gurgle and growl coming from within his guts. Dabi doesn’t pay it any attention.
He inhales the noodles until there’s nothing left but the puddle of sauce at the bottom.
Dabi leans back against the cage as he lifts the bowl up to his lips, slurping and licking the leftover sauce ravenously until the bowl is spotless. With a groan, he tosses the empty bowl toward the other end of the cage; a hearty belch bursts from Dabi’s lips as the bowl rattles across the ground, stopping at the same time as the metal clanging. Dabi’s suddenly very aware of how heavy his gut feels.
The staples at the edges of his abdomen stretch, and Dabi whines as he looks down to see the basketball that is his stomach. Heat rushes to his cheeks in a fervent blush when his dick twitches at the sight, slowly filling out in the black lace.
Fuck, this is the most he’s ever eaten in who knows how long…maybe ever. Why is this turning him on so much? He feels so fucking full; it’s a mixture of pain and overwhelming satisfaction that makes his head swim.
His stomach gurgles painfully, bloated and stuffed as his whine morphs into another crude, drawn-out burp
Dabi leers at the villain, trying his hardest to ignore the throbbing between his legs that makes him wanna fold. Hawks is so lucky that Dabi’s having kink awakening after kink awakening, or he’d be putting up much more of a fight. Right now, he’s lost himself in such a subservient headspace that he’d do almost anything for Hawks…but he needs the encouragement.
He really is a perverted freak.
Hawks doesn’t seem to mind.
Hawks is one, too, and it’s exhilarating.
If the HPSC wasn’t breathing down his throat, could Dabi’s Hawks be like this? If he ever gets back to his dimension, Touya’s sure he’s going to test it and see.
A feather presses up against his slow-growing erection, and it makes Dabi moan reflexively.
Fuck, that contact is ethereal.
“Why don’t you come outta the cage, and I’ll rub your belly?” Hawks grins, lightly tugging at the leash, and his smile widens when Dabi’s dick twitches under the feather.
God, this isn’t fair. Dabi utterly loathes how his body responds to the villain’s words. They drip off his tongue and right onto Dabi’s cock, making his boner borderline unbearable.
Dabi’s shaking. He’s never given up this much control. He’s quite literally acting like Hawks’ bitch, doing anything and everything he says, humiliating himself for the other villain’s pleasure. However, he’d be lying if he said it also wasn’t for his own. There’s a wet spot forming against the lace from the precum gushing out of his tip. This is pathetic, but Dabi can’t stop. He’s dissolved into his own depravity, eyes glazed and body wanting.
To his own chagrin, Dabi crawls toward the cage door on all fours, breathing labored from how weighed down he feels.
Hawks smiles wickedly as he unlatches the door, pulling it aside so Dabi can flop onto the ground at his feet, which he does effortlessly. Hawks kneels down beside him, letting Dabi lean his back up against his muscled chest.
Hawks’ hands are heavenly against his aching stomach, easing the pulled staples and overstretched skin as he massages.
“Fu-UUUck,” Dabi half-groans-half-belches. Dabi’s belly is so tight that it’s making him sweat. He watches the villain’s talons knead into the doughy flesh, struggling against the tense pockets of air welling up inside.
Dabi clamps his hand over his mouth, embarrassment burning in his chest along with the building pressure.
Fuck, he doesn’t know what was in that soba to make him so gassy.
He muffles a stream of closed-mouth burps behind his hand, moaning as his stomach marginally shrinks from the release and eases the tug on his staples.
“Don’t hide your cute noises from me,” Hawks coos, reaching up and grabbing Dabi’s hand. “I wanna hear how satisfied you are.”
Reflexively, Dabi snaps at Hawks’ fingers, and the villain reels back.
“You wanna bite? Tsk, tsk. That just won’t do,” Hawks chuckles condescendingly, and the burn between Dabi’s thighs shines brighter, pleasure pooling in his brain and his balls. Feathers swirl around him, and Dabi’s breath catches in his throat when he feels something press against the bridge of his nose and latch under his chin.
How can Dabi complain when the leather of the muzzle feels so delightful and delicate? The clasp pulls snug against the back of his neck, locking onto the collar.
‘Is this whole thing a matching set?’
Dabi hiccups when Hawks finishes adjusting the muzzle.
“You want the tail, too, baby? You wanna be a really good boy? Got a nice little tail for you to match for me. It’ll keep you ready for me,” Hawks whispers into his ear.
‘Ready for him?’
Dabi’s face flushes when the realization hits him like a truck.
They’re gonna fuck.
Hawks is gonna fuck him.
Dabi keens when Hawks runs his hands through his hair, talons gently scratching his scalp ever so softly. Hawks touches him like he’s his most prized possession, afraid that if he’s too rough, Dabi will shatter. From Dabi’s point of view, that just might be true.
Dabi nearly gasps when he catches the glimmer of the metal plug attached to the fluffy black tail. The squelch of lube makes his body shudder as Hawks slowly presses the plug inside his pet.
“Hawks,” Dabi moans, grunting as the plug sucks in with almost no resistance. Dabi’s so relaxed and turned on that he’d let the bird do anything to him.
“Good boy,” Hawks sings sweetly, pressing a kiss to Dabi’s temple.
“Ugh,” Dabi groans as his stomach burbles. Hawks’ hands massage him once more, cupping his soft underbelly and gently squeezing up the healthy flesh.
Dabi burps so loud he can feel it in his bones, gasping for air when it finally ends after five seconds.
“Better?” Hawks asks, that nurturing tone back in his voice.
“Mhm-nngh-hic-aaaurrp,” Dabi whimpers with a hiccup that ends with a softer, breathy belch.
“Well, if you get sick during our fun, I’ll clean up your mess, puppy. Don’t worry about it,” Hawks whispers before lightly smacking Dabi’s stomach, forcing another rumbling burp out of him.
Dabi whines; his throat’s starting to sting from the heartburn.
“You did so good. Look at all this. You stuffed yourself silly,” Hawks grins, tenderly rubbing his stomach up and down. Dabi nearly lurches, swallowing the gas that tries to crawl back up.
“My sexy boy…so perfect,” Hawks whispers in his ear before biting at his helix piercings, making Dabi’s erection throb. Hawks licks up his jawline, pressing deep, devilish kisses to his scars.
“Gonna take good care of you, baby,” Hawks promises before he turns Dabi’s head to undo the muzzle and connect their lips.
Kissing Hawks is better than crack, and he tastes like cinnamon and spice. Dabi groans into the kiss when Hawks’ tongue slithers into his mouth. Their tongues intertwine, savoring one another and exploring each other’s mouths, teasing molars and palates and lips before they separate.
“Fuck, you’re so good. Such a good boy. My good boy,”
Those words make Dabi’s cock peek out of the top of the lace, and his eyes soften as the villain grows lightheaded. Touya’s spent so long trying to prove himself, and it feels so fucking ethereal to just give control up to Hawks when he’s spewing like a fountain with praise for him.
Dabi’s labored breathing picks up speed when Hawks takes a talon and slices the lace of the thong, letting the fabric drop and his cock spring free.
Dabi whines when his dick rubs up against his engorged belly. He’s not too far off from being close at this rate. Who knew kinks could help him get it up so easily?
“I think it’s time I gave you your reward for eating your dinner,” Hawks chuckles, and feathers engulf the villain, stripping him down to his skin in the dim light. Dabi’s heart drops.
Fuck, Hawks is gorgeous naked.
His body is incomprehensibly chiseled.
He’s going to rail him back to his original dimension.
There’s a slick popping noise when Hawks pulls the tail plug out of Dabi’s ass that makes him squirm.
“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” Hawks grins as he hefts Dabi up with little to no strength, which is surprising considering he feels like he weighs fifty pounds more than he usually does right now. He scoops up the scarred villain like a blushing bride and walks with him past the cage, where Dabi hadn’t looked yet…
Dabi’s never seen a fancier bed before in his life. The black satin sheets are destined to be sullied tonight. The ornate crimson bedposts hold up a chiffon canopy that nearly conceals the king bed.
Hawks sets Dabi down on all fours in the center, his hands rubbing up the curve of his ass as he positions himself behind him. Dabi flinches when he feels the too-hot-too-cold tip of Hawks’ lubed dick against his hole.
Hawks shushes him as he starts pressing in, and Dabi’s back arches, belly sinking into the sheets as he feels every pulsing vein in his master’s cock.
“My perfect little pet…taking me so well,” Hawks pants, stifling a moan as he watches his dick disappear between Dabi’s cheeks, hands reaching down to grip at his pet’s puffed up tummy.
Dabi’s neglected dick rubs against the lower swell of his stomach, and he cries out softly at the stimulation.
“Hawks,” Dabi moans, fingers turning to fists in the sheets as breath hisses through his gritted teeth. He tries not to drool at how heavenly Hawks’ hands feel on his stretched skin, and he nearly sobs when Hawks bottoms out.
The first thrust forces a hiccup out of Dabi, and his stomach rocks back and forth, swaying with every roll of Hawks’ hips. Dabi’s so full in more ways than one, and it’s utterly intoxicating.
The movement jostles up all of the bubbles in his stomach, shaking up its contents and making his bloat tighter. Dabi tries to hold it in, but he can’t help but belch on a particularly deep thrust.
“Awhhh fuck,” Dabi sighs, pathetic and pornographic as his tongue lolls. There’s so much drool dripping down his chin that he’s worried it’s seeping into his jaw slit.
He feels another bubble crawling up his throat from the sloshing back and forth, and his belly rumbles. Dabi tries to keep his mouth shut from shame, gas puffing out his cheeks.
“Let it out, sweetheart,” Hawks grunts between thrusts, leaning forward to nip at the back of Dabi’s neck. “It’s okay. I wanna hear you.”
Hawks bites his lip as he digs his fingers deeper into Dabi’s skin as it gives, forcing more of the gas out of his stomach and into his throat.
“OOOOOOURRRP!”
The pressure release is all Dabi needs to become completely absorbed in the pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s so much better,” Dabi moans like a pornstar.
“God, you’re so hot,” Hawks huffs as he picks up his rhythm, pounding into Dabi like it’s his life’s purpose.
“Harder,” Dabi stammers, tingling sensations running up and down his thighs as his cock leaks. “More.”
If there’s one thing Hawks excels at, it’s providing for his pet, and so, he obliges wordlessly. His thick cock spreads Dabi’s insides, dragging against his walls with passion and purpose.
“Fuck, yes. I’ll be your good boy forever and ever,” Dabi wails, voice high-pitched and warped as he dissolves into the pleasure like sugar in hot water. He feels like he’s nothing but liquid, sloshing around back and forth at Hawks’ command, brainless and ever-flowing.
“Such an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” Hawks chuckles, “Perfect little princess.”
Dabi whines at the pet name, surrendering to his overwhelming arousal, and it makes his cock jerk against his bloat.
He’s going to come soon, and man, it’s going to be the most pent-up orgasm he’s ever had.
“Come all over yourself…all over this bed…and I’ll clean you up afterwards, yeah?” Hawks grunts, his own climax growing closer in the small of his back.
Dabi’s overcome with ecstasy, unable to cope with his needs being met in so many different ways. His orgasmic high comes crashing down on him like a chandelier, his body convulsing, bloody tears running down his face as he screams out in euphoria.
“Dabi!” Hawks comes undone, and the scarred villain can feel every spurt painting his insides; Hawks rolls his hips through his climax, fucking more lewd noises out of his pet until he’s sobbing from the overstimulation. Carefully, he slows down before pulling out, and Dabi slumps forward before rolling on his back. Hawks is on top of him, connecting their lips amorously.
“Did so well, Dabi. My beautiful boy,” Hawks murmur between deep, sloppy kisses that have Dabi shivering in an overwhelmed puddle of pleasure.
If he gets stuck in this dimension forever…he’s totally okay with that.
DabiHawksWeek2026 Day Six: Cann!balism and Food K!nk
@dabihawksweeks
Summary:
“Y’know, I don’t mind the taste of it.”
Hawks raises an eyebrow.
“It?”
Dabi’s admission feels like a messed up joke at first, but, slowly, Hawks realizes he’s just pulled back the curtain to another side of his villain contact. It’s a side that might lead to Hawks ending up on a silver platter.
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Word Count: 3,064 words
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Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalism and Food Kink (SEE AO3 FOR EXHAUSTIVE TAGS!) EXPLICIT CONTENT
Hawks isn’t entirely sure if this is some kind of dark humor joke or if Dabi is being serious as the two walk through the halls of the Gunga Mountain Villa. A villain in passing had made an underhanded comment about Dabi looking like a zombie, and it seems like Dabi’s decided to discuss it.
“The first time, it was a really hard winter. I was living on the street. Food was scarce…,” Dabi trails off as they stroll, and Hawks feels a deep pit forming in his chest.
‘The first time?’ The hero’s mind races.
Dabi’s moral code is gray, at best, and irredeemable at worst. Is he actually admitting to eating a human being before?
“Someone tried to jump me…probably to sell my kidneys on the black market or somethin’. One thing led to another, and they ended up being roasted. Didn’t turn them to ashes, though. Only roasted. The smell…it had been so long since I’d eaten, I just couldn’t resist. Fucked up, I know. But once you’ve had a taste for it, it’s hard to go back. Everything tastes delicious when you’re literally starving.”
The gears in Hawks’ brain turn and screech. Before this moment, he would've never added cannibalism to the long list of Dabi’s depravity. He awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his neck and praying that Dabi changes the subject.
“So you better not cross me, pretty bird, or I’ll turn you into barbecue,” Dabi sneers with a sly grin as he throws an arm over Hawks’ shoulder. Hawks so desperately wants to believe he’s merely talking about incinerating him, but the way that Dabi’s eyes methodically drag across his body puts him on edge.
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Hawks becomes hyper-aware of Dabi’s cannibalistic tendencies after that conversation. It doesn’t help that Dabi’s unusually mouthy during sex, tracing tongue and lips and teeth over every inch of Hawks’ body that he can reach. His eyes unfocus when he does it, like he’s trying not to succumb to some innate urge to bite harder.
Dabi’s bites can be unforgiving.
The first and only time he draws blood, Hawks likes it, surprisingly…at least…he does until he feels Dabi chewing.
Dabi moans, blood coating his teeth as he delicately chews on a chunk of Hawks’ shoulder. Hawks is bent over, feathers strung throughout the room so Dabi can fold him and fuck him properly while he’s draped over his spine. His teeth are latched onto the rippling muscles of Hawks’ shoulder, breaking skin.
And, god, Hawks’ blood is the sweetest nectar Dabi’s tasted. It makes his dick pulse harder inside the hero.
“Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!” Hawks gasps out their safeword as white-hot pain shoots through his skin. Dabi reluctantly unclenches his jaw, leaning back as he flicks his tongue at the blood coating his lips. Hawks curses as he grabs at his shoulder with one hand, eyes widening when he sees the crimson wetting his fingertips.
“Fuck, Dabi! What did you do?”
Dabi rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed with Hawks’ distress as he carefully pulls out of the hero; his boner shrivels with the change in tone. He only enjoys fear in his prey when he wants them to be afraid. Besides, he doesn’t even consider Hawks prey…yet…not completely, at least.
“Couldn’t help it, angel. You taste so lovely. You need to go to the infirmary?” Dabi groans, almost sarcastically.
Hawks leaps up from Dabi’s bed, rushing to the bathroom to examine his wound in the mirror.
“Shit,” Hawks grimaces. The wound is deep enough to have him worried; he silently plans his trip to his Commission doctor, wondering how many shots and antibiotics they’re going to pump in him.
“I can cauterize it if you want,” Dabi offers, resting against the doorframe as if Hawks just got a paper cut rather than a human bite wound. “I promise I’m clean. Kinda have to be, or my body will give up. Scrub it out and put a bandage on it. You’ll be fine.”
“Human bite wounds aren’t easy, Dabi. Fuck, you just had to break skin this time,” Hawks grumbles as he pushes past Dabi to start collecting his things.
Dabi’s lip curls in irritation.
“I thought you were into it,” Dabi retorts.
“I gotta go get this looked at. I’ll tell them it was an accident in bed,” Hawks sighs as he pulls his clothes back on.
“Hey!” Dabi snaps, grabbing Hawks roughly by the wrist. “You have anyone match my dental records, and you’re fuckin’ toast.”
Regrettably, Hawks nods.
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Hawks yawns, scratching at the scar from where Dabi bit him weeks ago as he struts down the hallway toward the lieutenants’ conference room. He’s supposed to shadow the PLF Lieutenant meeting today, and Dabi messaged him to be there before the other regiments showed up. Hawks mentally prepares himself to suck Dabi off under the table again, away from prying eyes.
When Hawks opens the door, he finds Dabi sitting at the table, alone, typing away on his laptop in the dimly lit room with a plate beside him. He briefly acknowledges Hawks, playing with something in his teeth as the hero closes the door behind him.
Dabi’s plate is practically licked clean, with the exception of a few thin reddish-brown streaks drying. The smell of iron assaults Hawks’ nostrils.
Hawks squints to get a closer look, and he realizes that Dabi’s holding a broken piece of a long bone.
The villain notices that Hawks is staring at his impromptu toothpick.
“We needed to weed out some of the new recruits. They didn’t have the right conviction for our cause. Leftovers are in the Violet fridge if you want any. Toga’s already bloodletted them, so don’t worry,” Dabi sneers, sucking on the bone as if he’s savoring the marrow.
Leftovers.
“Haha…nah…I’m good,” Hawks gulps. Is this another sick joke? As time goes on, Dabi’s comments are getting more and more unsettling. Should he check the fridge? Maybe the bone is fake. Besides, Toga has an amalgamation of weird trinkets. Why wouldn’t Dabi also have a fake bone toothpick?
Hawks can’t shake the feeling in his gut that it isn’t fake, especially the way Dabi sucks on it.
‘At least he isn’t just randomly eating people.’ Hawks can’t believe his own train of thought. As if there are ethical ways to practice cannibalism. As if the fact that he’s only cannibalizing villains makes it better. The thought makes him sick to his stomach…but at the same time…it weirdly captivates him. The thought of Dabi sinking his teeth into flesh…ripping and tearing…blood dripping down his chin…it makes something stir in Hawks’ loins. The instincts that the HPSC forced him to abandon stir in the shadows; he’s fascinated with Dabi’s animalistic side.
Granted, in the moment last week, Hawks panicked. Maybe the fantasy is just that for him…a fantasy. He can’t handle the pain in real life, but he can somewhat romanticize it to compartmentalize his desire.
For a predatory bird, Hawks can’t stop imagining Dabi’s teeth digging into his flesh again. Hawks has spent his whole life serving others, but heat builds in the pit of his stomach when he thinks about serving Dabi. Perhaps this entire undercover mission has driven him to insanity…
“Birdie?”
Dabi’s voice pulls Hawks from his train of thought.
“Huh?”
“You thinkin’ bout somethin’?” Dabi raises an eyebrow before setting the bone on the edge of his plate. Hawks rolls his shoulders back, stifling the cacophony of emotions swirling throughout his body.
“Just you,” Hawks smirks, flashing a Cheshire Cat grin as he takes a few steps toward Dabi, unceremoniously flopping into the chair beside him.
“Aw, you’re gonna sit next to me today? How cute,” Dabi taunts, rolling his eyes before closing whatever tab he was working on on his computer screen. “Sorry, birdie. Can’t have you looking at my work.”
Hawks scoots closer, interlocking his heel with Dabi’s.
Sure, his main objective is to seduce the villain into a state of comfort…to the point where he’ll make a mistake. Still, it doesn’t mean Hawks can’t enjoy it and have fun, especially considering Dabi is one of the only people he’s ever been allowed to be intimate with per the HPSC.
Hawks doesn’t get to make his own choices.
He never has.
And yet, for once, Hawks seems like he’s in full control when he grabs Dabi by the collar of his jacket and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss.
Dabi melts into it without resistance, and Hawks shudders when his tongue licks into his mouth, coating his taste buds with iron and…oh god.
Hawks can’t react, even though he clearly tastes something that is definitely not pork, no matter how close the flavor may be.
Dabi sucks on Hawks’ tongue, and, for a brief moment, the hero wonders if he’s going to tear it right out of his mouth.
Thankfully, Dabi opts instead to flick his elongated tongue at Hawks’ molars, tracing every inch of his hard palate before separating with a breathy groan.
“With a mouth like that, you make me wanna skip this stupid meeting,” Dabi chuckles darkly, wrapping a hand around the back of Hawks’ neck.
“You wanna get outta here, pretty bird?”
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…
Throughout his rendezvous with Dabi, Hawks discovered he has a mild branding kink.
This isn’t that different.
Dabi had mentioned he wanted to try some food play in bed, and Hawks was mildly receptive. Except, it’s not the everyday whipped cream and chocolate sauce that Hawks expected.
Dabi takes the brush and dips it in the steaming sauce that he spent all weekend researching how to make. The perfect glaze for yakitori…sweet…savory…perfect.
Hawks is naked, spread-eagled on his back on Dabi’s bed, hands and feet tied to the bedposts to hold him still. His wings are stripped down to little tufts, feathers strewn throughout the room, so Hawks can be more comfortable.
“I want you to taste test,” Dabi murmurs, bringing the brush to Hawks’ lips, and, the moment he parts them, Dabi practically shoves the brush down his throat.
Hawks nearly chokes before humming at the flavor.
“You like?” Dabi smirks, raising an eyebrow as he jerks the brush free.
“That’s good,” Hawks chuckles, hiding the fact that it burned his tongue.
“Mhm,” Dabi trills before leaving the brush on the towel and picking up the bowl.
Hawks winces as the syrupy sauce drips onto his abs, pooling in his belly button before slithering slowly up his body. Dabi stops pouring, setting the bowl to the side and humming softly to himself as he picks up the basting brush, dipping it into the steaming glaze before streaking it over Hawks’ bulging pectoral muscles. He paints with the deliberateness of an artist, watching the glaze trail behind the brush, painting line after line until Hawks is coated. His eyes grow heavy-lidded as every curve and dip of muscle glistens.
“You ready for your gag, pretty bird? I’m sure you’ll still sing. You just gotta keep this in your mouth,” Dabi grins before reaching off to the side. Hawks’ eyes widen when he brandishes an apple.
A familiar feeling stirs in Hawks’ stomach…an intermingling of dread and arousal…fear and anticipation.
Is Dabi treating him like a roast pig?
Hawks opens his mouth with a shred of hesitation, and Dabi’s pupils dilate as he puts the apple in his mouth.
The sight makes saliva pool on Dabi’s tongue.
Dabi is overwhelmingly obsessed with Pro Hero Hawks to the point where he’s infected his brain. He can’t get the bastard out of his head.
Fuck, he looks so sexy with the glaze on his sun-kissed skin. Dabi wants to savor him for as long as he can. He knows that, eventually, Hawks will probably betray him…and then…he’ll be able to properly prepare the bird.
This is simply a test drive.
If Hawks makes the wrong move and somehow pulls the rug out from under him, Dabi will make sure Hawks will be a part of him forever.
He’s taken an obsessive, possessive liking to Keigo Takami, and he’s not willing to let him go. One of these days, he might just cave in and maul him during sex. Hell, he already almost did. His cock is so hard that it’s starting to hurt, precum dribbling down his shaft in thick beads. Dabi can’t fuck him quite yet.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, not even fazed that he’s drooling. He shouldn't even be hungry right now, but he’s overcome with a hunger for Hawks. Dabi slowly moves to position himself at Hawks’ thigh, his teeth gently scraping at the thick quadriceps muscle before he moves to his inner thigh, tongue tracing the hair and the beads of sweat.
Hawks twitches with a weak noise that’s muffled behind the apple, and it makes a shit-eating grin form on Dabi’s visage. He moves up, deliberately avoiding Hawks’ leaking cock to lick the sauce out of his belly button.
Hawks’ toes curl, limbs pulling against the restraints at the strange sensation; the villain keeps tracing over every inch, relishing in the way he can sense life pulsing under Hawks’ skin. It isn’t long before Dabi sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Hawks’ eyes roll back into his head, and it makes Dabi swallow a whimper. Hawks sounds so pretty when he’s horny. The noises he makes sound like release…freedom…desperation. Dabi knows he’s not used to this level of debauchery. He’s never been allowed to fly free.
If only Dabi could keep him forever.
He would keep the bird on a leash and then cut him loose, knowing he’d always fly back to him.
If only…
Hot cum spurts into Dabi’s mouth, pulling him out of whatever trance he’d found himself in as he gulps every drop down. He doesn’t even remember when he started sucking Hawks’ dick.
Would his pet Pro ever let him have more of a taste than that?
Would he let Dabi devour him if he asked?
Only a little bit…only one bite.
Dabi’s so conflicted that it’s starting to fuck with him.
Is he starting to get attached to something he thought was stringless?
How can his fantasies of feasting on Hawks while he screams coexist with his fantasies of corrupting him until he’s looking in a mirror?
“God,” Dabi whines as he slips inside Hawks, brow furrowing as he tries not to come on the spot. With every thrust, Hawks drools behind the apple, tears streaking his face from overstimulation and skin flushed from heat and embarrassment and fervor.
Dabi’s not going to last long, and he pitches forward, digging his teeth into Hawks’ unmarred shoulder. Hawks makes a choked, spluttering gurgle that makes Dabi rut even harder into his guts.
Dabi groans, gnawing as he squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the tightness beneath his eye scars built up from the emotional intensity.
Dabi sounds like he’s drunk, and, in a way, he is.
A broken noise rumbles in Hawks’ throat, and it sends Dabi over the edge, hips pitching as he empties into the hero. Steam hisses out of the side of Dabi’s mouth as he opens his eyes, blinking away streaks of crimson as he unlatches from Keigo’s hulking shoulder.
He looks at Hawks, utterly blissed out and spent, chest rising and falling, slick with Dabi’s spit and sticky with the sauce residue.
Dabi reaches up.
“Open.”
Hawks obeys his command, letting Dabi take the apple from him and set it to the side as he connects their lips.
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Dabi’s dreams have been growing twisted ever since the Paranormal Liberation War. The fire inside him rages, and a decent portion is directed at Keigo Takami. He keeps thinking about the night he basted Hawks in that yakitori sauce, and he’s fixating on how fucking delicious he would taste grilled. Toga’s usually the one who butchers with her intricate knife skills, but she just prefers the blood. Dabi devours the meat.
He’d love nothing more than to gorge himself on Hawks’ flesh. He’s only ever eaten cooked meat, but he’d prefer to eat Hawks alive. He’d prefer to hear him writhe and scream as Dabi’s teeth gnashed and hunks of tissue slid down his throat.
The revenge would taste as sweet as Hawks would. Hell, it would probably be the most top-tier meal Dabi would ever have. Hawks is in peak condition; he’s the Hero Public Safety Commission’s perfect little masterpiece. Oh, how Dabi would love to have that filthy little traitor reduced to nothing but sinew stuck between his incisors.
He’d eat his heart…and he’d savor it. He wants to sink his teeth into the bloodied muscle and suck the blood from the organ when it starts to gush in his hand. Who cares if it gave him a stomachache later? Certainly not Dabi. Not if it meant he could look at himself in the mirror and see the ruby red liquid painted all over his face and the inside of his mouth.
Arousal boils in the pit of Dabi’s stomach as his fantasy seizes his brain.
Icarus, without any wings, would fall into the jaws of a ravenous beast. Dabi would get a sick thrill out of Hawks begging for his life as he realized what was about to happen.
He’d gorge himself until he got sick…until he’s so full of Hawks.
The number two hero…reduced to nothing but fuel for a villain.
Sure, he’d bleed out before Dabi’d had his fill, but that doesn’t matter.
Whatever small feathers remained, Dabi would use as toothpicks.
No one else would be allowed to have any claim on Dabi’s kill…no one else would have any claim on Hawks unless they wish to meet a worse fate.
Dabi would make sure of it…and he’d indulge every second he got to wolf down a part of Keigo Takami.
He’d treat it like a sacrificial ritual, cherishing every bite like it was his last meal.
appearing to do one (1) day of the dabihawksweek26 cause i just realized it's ending soon... i have like 11 established AUs and still decided to make something new ^^ femlock dabihawks .... hi
Day 5 DabiHawks Week fic. Gonna be discrete in this post because people I know IRL follow me on here, so uhhh don't read further if you aren't ready to get really cool about a lotta things really quickly /ref
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit [18+ NSFW]
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks
appearing to do one (1) day of the dabihawksweek26 cause i just realized it's ending soon... i have like 11 established AUs and still decided to make something new ^^ femlock dabihawks .... hi
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & DabiHawks Love Children, Takami Keigo | Hawks & DabiHawks Love Children
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, DabiHawks Love Children
Additional Tags: DabiHawks Week, dabihawksweek26, dabihawksweek2026, Dabihawks Week 2026, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Kid Fic, Villain Takami Keigo | Hawks, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Pro Hero Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Unplanned Pregnancy, Accidental Baby Acquisition, By Way of Sex, HIV/AIDS, Single Parent Takami Keigo | Hawks, Teen Pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Assassin Takami Keigo | Hawks, Sex Work, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Abuse, No Smut, yet - Freeform, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Good Parent Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Parents Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Parent Takami Keigo | Hawks, Twins, Alternative Universe - Pro Hero Touya and Villain Hawks, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Role Reversal, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Trans Mpreg | Trans Male Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Underage Sex - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Discussion of Abortion, He Ends Up Choosing Not To, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, POV Takami Keigo | Hawks
Series: Part 4 of Kato’s DabiHawks Week 2026 Works
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Summary:
Villain!Keigo’s MO is luring heroes to confess their secrets and subsequently executing them. He’s come to expect only the wickedest of sins from them, so when Hero!Touya lays bare the secret of his own victimhood as if it’s an equally wretched deathbed confession, Keigo becomes determined to do everything to protect the one truly good person he’s ever met.
He wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him, or to end up pregnant with his kids, but life has never put him on the easy path. He never learns his lesson, does he?
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Or: DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 6 fic where I synthesize the prompt “In Another World” and quote “you are my favorite what-if” into a Kid Fic Role Reversal AU, set in a world where the Commission never took Keigo under their wing, Endeavor learned his lesson from Sekoto Peak, and Touya returned home and became a pro hero.
Also, it’s the prequel for a currently unpublished fic of mine called “Heartbeats,” where Keigo suffers mysterious symptoms as a single Dad and enlists Touya’s help to figure out why, only to accidentally fall in love with him all over again in the process.
My contribution for the final day of DabiHawks Week 2026!!!! (Day 7)
Chapters: 6/? << dumped ch. 1-6 today, and I’ll dump ch. 7+ soon.
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko
Additional Tags: DabiHawks Week, dabihawksweek26, dabihawksweek2026, Dabihawks Week 2026, DHWeek26NSFW, Alternate Universe - Actors, MHA is a Fictional TV Show and the Characters are Actors, Takami Keigo | Hawks Needs a Hug, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Takami Keigo | Hawks, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Switching, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sex Comes Before Romance, Friends to Lovers, Rape/Non-con Elements, Past Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Endeavor is not Touya’s Dad, But Shoto and Touya Are Still Brothers, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, POV Takami Keigo | Hawks, Eventual Smut, Safe Sane and Consensual, Well Just the DabiHawks Parts, There’s a Non-Con Scene with Another Character, Abusive Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Internalized Homophobia, Closeted Character, Alternate Universe - Celebrity
Series: Part 5 of Kato’s DabiHawks Week 2026 Works
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Summary:
DabiHawks Actor AU where MHA is all just a TV show, and the characters are all actors, featuring a will-they-won’t-they friends-to-lovers plotline between Keigo and Touya.
Hawks is child actor Keigo Takami’s first major role since his adult debut crashed and burned a year before. Now, he’s on set for MHA, juggling his growing crush on Touya Todoroki, who plays Dabi, at the same time as he’s navigating an increasingly tense relationship with his abusive ex, Enji Todoroki, who plays Endeavor. He simply cannot catch a break.
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DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 7 NSFW: Putting on a Show
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor
Additional Tags: Dabihawks Week 2026, Age Regression/De-Aging, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, Takami Keigo | Hawks Has PTSD, Takami Keigo | Hawks Has ADHD, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Little Shit, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Enemies to Lovers, POV Multiple, The Smut Happens After They’re Adults!!!!, No Underage Sex, Spoilers, Not Canon Compliant, But I’d Say It’s… Canon Adjacent, dabihawksweek26, DabiHawks Week, DHWeek26NSFW
Series: Part 1 of Kato’s DabiHawks Week 2026 Works
Summary:
Mostly Post-Canon DabiHawks Soulmate AU where soulmates’ bodies are muted mirrors of each other’s, so when Keigo gets hit with a de-aging quirk, both he and Touya get turned into 12-year-olds. Shenanigans ensue.
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Chapter 1 - DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 1: Bound by Fate
Chapter 2 - DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 2: Against Time
Chapter 3 - DabiHawks Week 2026 Day 4: What the Future Holds
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: Dabihawks Week 2026, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Clothed Sex, the smut is not explicit, I Purposefully Don’t Use Genitalia Terms So You Can Read Any Character as Trans, Dom/sub, Alternate Universe - BDSM, BDSM, Platonic BDSM, BDSM Scene, Dominant Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Submissive Takami Keigo | Hawks, Service Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bottom Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Brat, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Needs a Hug, Enemies to Lovers, dabihawksweek26, Subdrop, Domdrop, DHWeek26NSFW, DabiHawks Week
Series: Part 2 of Kato’s DabiHawks Week 2026 Works
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Summary:
Biological BDSM AU where Touya and Keigo each have their turns suffering from Deprevation after going too long without Domming/Subbing. Good thing they have each other to fill their perpetually empty glasses!
AKA the author, your truly, wants an excuse to write about Dom and Sub drop and plays with it in a Bio BDSM AU for Day 3 of DabiHawks week 2026.
DabiHawksWeek2026 Day Seven: Free Space Pet Play & Stuff!ng
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THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! SUMMARY AND TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION
Word Count: 3,804 words
AO3 link
Summary: Dabi finds himself in an alternate timeline where Hawks is a villain and Dabi is his pet…revelations ensue
Tags: READ THE TAGS! THEY ARE ON AO3!!!!!!!!!!! Mostly stuffing/feederism adjacent and petplay/puppyplay as well as explicit sexual content (belly kink, burp kink, stuffing kink, tail plugs, collars and leashes), alternate dimensions, Villain!Hawks
One minute, Dabi’s running through the villain Underground. In the split-second it takes for him to blink, he’s in an unfamiliar dark hallway. He stumbles forward, tripping over his own feet, like he spontaneously switched places with somebody.
Dabi freezes, squinting as his poor eyesight takes longer to adjust.
It was just daylight outside, wasn’t it?
There’s a light a few feet away from him, and Dabi stumbles over to the grandiose window. His eyes widen when he sees that it opens into a dimly lit underground city of some kind. There are rows of houses and carts and people bustling beneath…
He steps away from the window, suddenly nauseous at the height.
How high up is he? How can he be so high up when it seems like he’s underground?
He steals a look at the floor, noting the velvet carpet that he’s probably tracked dirt on with his boots.
Where the hell is he?
“Puppy, what are you doing out of your cage?”
Dabi’s head whips around at the sound of Hawks’ voice.
Two beady golden eyes shine in the darkness, and it sends a sick shiver down Dabi’s spine. He’s only met with his hero contact a handful of times, and, with everything happening between Shigaraki and Gigantomachia, Dabi hasn’t had any time to follow up in a few days.
Wait a minute.
Dabi processes what Hawks just said to him.
“The fuck did you just say to me?!” Dabi snaps indignantly.
The eyes widen in shock before narrowing to slits.
“Dabi, you know better.” Hawks’voice is dangerously even.
‘I know better?’ Dabi’s grimace deepens, teeth grinding as his hands ball into fists; a dull blue glow envelops his knuckles.
Hawks clicks his tongue, and feathers zip around Dabi in the darkness.
“The hell’re you-”
Dabi doesn’t get the chance to properly mouth off before something covers his face, and, before he can light himself up, there’s a sharp sting in his arm.
He passes out…
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…
Dabi groans as he opens his eyes, vision blurry and ears ringing as he wakes up in a stupor. He shivers…and that’s when he realizes his clothes are missing.
“Whatthefuck?” Dabi slurs, sitting up to look down at the black lace thong cupping his flaccid dick. His eyes adjust to the shadows; this room is dimly lit, unlike that godawful hallway.
Clank.
Dabi freezes.
Holy shit.
Dabi’s heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and he can’t remember when his adrenaline rush was this potent.
He’s locked in a cage.
He’s in a cage.
He grabs at the metal bars, willing his Quirk to burst forth and melt it…but nothing happens. Shit. Hawks must have doped him up with suppressants when he drugged him.
“Puppy, what’s gotten into you today? You haven’t wanted to use your Quirk in years. Are you feeling okay?”
The hair on the back of Dabi’s neck stands up at Hawks’ voice again. Hawks sits on a throne a few feet from the cage, gazing at him like a national treasure. He’s dressed entirely in a black catsuit that shows off every striking curve of muscle. Admittedly…he looks stunning.
There must be an explanation for this. Dabi’s dreaming. He has to be…no…that’s not it at all. Why is Hawks talking like he’s been his complacent little pet this whole time? Shit…did that dimension-hopping villain make him trade places with another Dabi? That’s gotta be it.
Either way, Dabi’s not in any position to fight back. He doesn’t know how long the Quirk Suppressant will last.
Hawks must be a villain…and a high-ranking one if he has his own damn city.
Hawks looks Dabi up and down, analyzing and calculating.
Dabi’s nearly all skin and bones, and Hawks knows he nurtures his pet. Maybe he got hit with some kind of Quirk while he was wandering the sanctum? Hawks would have to torture it out of his underlings later…which one of them did this to his beloved creature? His eyes fall on Dabi’s barren neck, marred with scars.
“Looks like you lost your collar again, baby boy. Did you accidentally get too excited and burn it off like last time? That’s okay,” Hawks coos, and, for whatever horrid reason, the way he speaks makes Dabi’s dick twitch.
Wait. Did he say collar?
Dabi swallows. Why is he so into this? Granted, Dabi can’t remember the last time he properly got his rocks off. His half-gone bottle of lube and toys in his backpack were mostly due to his own explorations, but he never had anyone to actually do anything with before.
Before Dabi can open his mouth in protest, feathers whisk something inside the cage with Dabi.
They stretch out a black velvet collar, complete with silver spikes on the outside, and wrap it around his neck.
Oh fuck.
He likes that.
Dabi’s pulse flutters beneath the dog collar; the cold metal from the spike screws presses into his scars. For someone who can usually never keep his mouth shut, Dabi’s finding himself utterly speechless at the situation. If he opens his mouth, he might say something that’ll bring all of this to a screeching halt…and that’s the last thing he wants.
“You like your collar, baby?” Hawks teases, his tone mocking and sickeningly sweet as it tickles Dabi’s ears; the feathers fasten it and float away. Dabi looks down, noting the chain leash attached to it…the end rests in Hawks’ hands.
Dabi nods breathlessly before Hawks jerks him forward, feeling the collar dig into his scars as his head spins.
Fuck, he’s so into this.
“My good little guard dog. You gonna put your life on the line for me? You gonna sit when I tell you to? You gonna be my good boy? You must’ve been so scared all alone in the dark, but it’s okay now. Your master’s got you.”
Deep inside, Dabi squirms, partially from cringe and partially from pleasure.
This is utterly humiliating in the best way possible.
Normally, if Hawks spoke to him like that, he’d fry him where he stood. But this Hawks…the way he carries himself…looms over Dabi…has him in his clutches… It turns the scarred villain into putty in his hands. Words won’t form at his lips as his mind numbs.
“I can’t forget your little ears, too.”
Dabi tries not to whine when Hawks’ feathers slip the sleek headband over him, gently tapping the black, fluffy dog ears and making a noise that has Dabi blushing.
He was ready to roast the bird alive moments ago, and now he’s folded into the villain’s little pet? Dabi prays he never goes home so no one ever finds out about this. Either that or he never wakes up.
“I got your favorite waiting for you, snowstar,” Hawks coos as feathers zip into the room, lifting a hefty, steel dog bowl out of the darkness.
Dabi sniffs the air, and his stomach growls.
“It’s cold soba,” Hawks grins.
How does Hawks know what his favorite food is?
Shit, Dabi can’t remember the last time he had a decent meal, and he’s salivating as his empty stomach growls. He could get used to being taken care of like this.
He’s been surviving on scraps and stolen goods for as long as he can remember.
Drool spills out of the side of his mouth, splattering on the cage floor.
“Aw, is my boy hungry?” Hawks pouts before his lips contort into a devilish grin. “Don’t worry. This is all for you. Be a good boy and eat it out of the bowl. I already poured the sauce on it for you. And remember. Good boys finish their food. Eat all of it, and you’ll get a reward.”
A reward?
What could Hawks reward him with? Dabi doesn’t give himself time to think as soon as the bowl clatters in front of him. The inside of the bowl could probably fit an entire watermelon, and it’s filled to the brim with cold soba. It makes his mouth water the longer he stares, and he looks up at Hawks.
The winged villain nods.
Dabi doesn’t even hesitate before he’s on all fours, shoving his face into the bowl and slurping up the noodles, pride be damned. He moans at the taste; it’s exquisite.
Hawks hushes words of praise above him.
“You wanna be good, don’t you?”
Dabi chokes down a thick bite.
“That’s it. Doing so well for me.”
Dabi practically smothers himself into the bowl, trying to fit as much into his mouth as he can.
“You can take a little more.”
Dabi swallows another huge chunk that hurts on its way down.
“Good boy.”
Dabi’s cheeks redden when he becomes conscious of the obnoxious sounds he’s making, gulping and gasping and stuffing his face. But it tastes so fucking delicious that Dabi can’t help but wolf it down. Hawks watches with contemplative amusement, leaning in like he wants to get a better look and listen. He watches Dabi’s throat flex with every swallow…the lump going down his throat until it disappears at his collarbone, only to push out his stomach when it lands in the pit.
Dabi doesn’t notice his distending stomach, but Hawks’ eyes are as big as saucers, pupils devouring his golden irises as his pet’s belly bloats bit by bit. The winged villain is transfixed by the sight, feathers puffing as one slips just barely against the swell of his lower tummy; Hawks bites his bottom lip when the feather picks up every gurgle and growl coming from within his guts. Dabi doesn’t pay it any attention.
He inhales the noodles until there’s nothing left but the puddle of sauce at the bottom.
Dabi leans back against the cage as he lifts the bowl up to his lips, slurping and licking the leftover sauce ravenously until the bowl is spotless. With a groan, he tosses the empty bowl toward the other end of the cage; a hearty belch bursts from Dabi’s lips as the bowl rattles across the ground, stopping at the same time as the metal clanging. Dabi’s suddenly very aware of how heavy his gut feels.
The staples at the edges of his abdomen stretch, and Dabi whines as he looks down to see the basketball that is his stomach. Heat rushes to his cheeks in a fervent blush when his dick twitches at the sight, slowly filling out in the black lace.
Fuck, this is the most he’s ever eaten in who knows how long…maybe ever. Why is this turning him on so much? He feels so fucking full; it’s a mixture of pain and overwhelming satisfaction that makes his head swim.
His stomach gurgles painfully, bloated and stuffed as his whine morphs into another crude, drawn-out burp
Dabi leers at the villain, trying his hardest to ignore the throbbing between his legs that makes him wanna fold. Hawks is so lucky that Dabi’s having kink awakening after kink awakening, or he’d be putting up much more of a fight. Right now, he’s lost himself in such a subservient headspace that he’d do almost anything for Hawks…but he needs the encouragement.
He really is a perverted freak.
Hawks doesn’t seem to mind.
Hawks is one, too, and it’s exhilarating.
If the HPSC wasn’t breathing down his throat, could Dabi’s Hawks be like this? If he ever gets back to his dimension, Touya’s sure he’s going to test it and see.
A feather presses up against his slow-growing erection, and it makes Dabi moan reflexively.
Fuck, that contact is ethereal.
“Why don’t you come outta the cage, and I’ll rub your belly?” Hawks grins, lightly tugging at the leash, and his smile widens when Dabi’s dick twitches under the feather.
God, this isn’t fair. Dabi utterly loathes how his body responds to the villain’s words. They drip off his tongue and right onto Dabi’s cock, making his boner borderline unbearable.
Dabi’s shaking. He’s never given up this much control. He’s quite literally acting like Hawks’ bitch, doing anything and everything he says, humiliating himself for the other villain’s pleasure. However, he’d be lying if he said it also wasn’t for his own. There’s a wet spot forming against the lace from the precum gushing out of his tip. This is pathetic, but Dabi can’t stop. He’s dissolved into his own depravity, eyes glazed and body wanting.
To his own chagrin, Dabi crawls toward the cage door on all fours, breathing labored from how weighed down he feels.
Hawks smiles wickedly as he unlatches the door, pulling it aside so Dabi can flop onto the ground at his feet, which he does effortlessly. Hawks kneels down beside him, letting Dabi lean his back up against his muscled chest.
Hawks’ hands are heavenly against his aching stomach, easing the pulled staples and overstretched skin as he massages.
“Fu-UUUck,” Dabi half-groans-half-belches. Dabi’s belly is so tight that it’s making him sweat. He watches the villain’s talons knead into the doughy flesh, struggling against the tense pockets of air welling up inside.
Dabi clamps his hand over his mouth, embarrassment burning in his chest along with the building pressure.
Fuck, he doesn’t know what was in that soba to make him so gassy.
He muffles a stream of closed-mouth burps behind his hand, moaning as his stomach marginally shrinks from the release and eases the tug on his staples.
“Don’t hide your cute noises from me,” Hawks coos, reaching up and grabbing Dabi’s hand. “I wanna hear how satisfied you are.”
Reflexively, Dabi snaps at Hawks’ fingers, and the villain reels back.
“You wanna bite? Tsk, tsk. That just won’t do,” Hawks chuckles condescendingly, and the burn between Dabi’s thighs shines brighter, pleasure pooling in his brain and his balls. Feathers swirl around him, and Dabi’s breath catches in his throat when he feels something press against the bridge of his nose and latch under his chin.
How can Dabi complain when the leather of the muzzle feels so delightful and delicate? The clasp pulls snug against the back of his neck, locking onto the collar.
‘Is this whole thing a matching set?’
Dabi hiccups when Hawks finishes adjusting the muzzle.
“You want the tail, too, baby? You wanna be a really good boy? Got a nice little tail for you to match for me. It’ll keep you ready for me,” Hawks whispers into his ear.
‘Ready for him?’
Dabi’s face flushes when the realization hits him like a truck.
They’re gonna fuck.
Hawks is gonna fuck him.
Dabi keens when Hawks runs his hands through his hair, talons gently scratching his scalp ever so softly. Hawks touches him like he’s his most prized possession, afraid that if he’s too rough, Dabi will shatter. From Dabi’s point of view, that just might be true.
Dabi nearly gasps when he catches the glimmer of the metal plug attached to the fluffy black tail. The squelch of lube makes his body shudder as Hawks slowly presses the plug inside his pet.
“Hawks,” Dabi moans, grunting as the plug sucks in with almost no resistance. Dabi’s so relaxed and turned on that he’d let the bird do anything to him.
“Good boy,” Hawks sings sweetly, pressing a kiss to Dabi’s temple.
“Ugh,” Dabi groans as his stomach burbles. Hawks’ hands massage him once more, cupping his soft underbelly and gently squeezing up the healthy flesh.
Dabi burps so loud he can feel it in his bones, gasping for air when it finally ends after five seconds.
“Better?” Hawks asks, that nurturing tone back in his voice.
“Mhm-nngh-hic-aaaurrp,” Dabi whimpers with a hiccup that ends with a softer, breathy belch.
“Well, if you get sick during our fun, I’ll clean up your mess, puppy. Don’t worry about it,” Hawks whispers before lightly smacking Dabi’s stomach, forcing another rumbling burp out of him.
Dabi whines; his throat’s starting to sting from the heartburn.
“You did so good. Look at all this. You stuffed yourself silly,” Hawks grins, tenderly rubbing his stomach up and down. Dabi nearly lurches, swallowing the gas that tries to crawl back up.
“My sexy boy…so perfect,” Hawks whispers in his ear before biting at his helix piercings, making Dabi’s erection throb. Hawks licks up his jawline, pressing deep, devilish kisses to his scars.
“Gonna take good care of you, baby,” Hawks promises before he turns Dabi’s head to undo the muzzle and connect their lips.
Kissing Hawks is better than crack, and he tastes like cinnamon and spice. Dabi groans into the kiss when Hawks’ tongue slithers into his mouth. Their tongues intertwine, savoring one another and exploring each other’s mouths, teasing molars and palates and lips before they separate.
“Fuck, you’re so good. Such a good boy. My good boy,”
Those words make Dabi’s cock peek out of the top of the lace, and his eyes soften as the villain grows lightheaded. Touya’s spent so long trying to prove himself, and it feels so fucking ethereal to just give control up to Hawks when he’s spewing like a fountain with praise for him.
Dabi’s labored breathing picks up speed when Hawks takes a talon and slices the lace of the thong, letting the fabric drop and his cock spring free.
Dabi whines when his dick rubs up against his engorged belly. He’s not too far off from being close at this rate. Who knew kinks could help him get it up so easily?
“I think it’s time I gave you your reward for eating your dinner,” Hawks chuckles, and feathers engulf the villain, stripping him down to his skin in the dim light. Dabi’s heart drops.
Fuck, Hawks is gorgeous naked.
His body is incomprehensibly chiseled.
He’s going to rail him back to his original dimension.
There’s a slick popping noise when Hawks pulls the tail plug out of Dabi’s ass that makes him squirm.
“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” Hawks grins as he hefts Dabi up with little to no strength, which is surprising considering he feels like he weighs fifty pounds more than he usually does right now. He scoops up the scarred villain like a blushing bride and walks with him past the cage, where Dabi hadn’t looked yet…
Dabi’s never seen a fancier bed before in his life. The black satin sheets are destined to be sullied tonight. The ornate crimson bedposts hold up a chiffon canopy that nearly conceals the king bed.
Hawks sets Dabi down on all fours in the center, his hands rubbing up the curve of his ass as he positions himself behind him. Dabi flinches when he feels the too-hot-too-cold tip of Hawks’ lubed dick against his hole.
Hawks shushes him as he starts pressing in, and Dabi’s back arches, belly sinking into the sheets as he feels every pulsing vein in his master’s cock.
“My perfect little pet…taking me so well,” Hawks pants, stifling a moan as he watches his dick disappear between Dabi’s cheeks, hands reaching down to grip at his pet’s puffed up tummy.
Dabi’s neglected dick rubs against the lower swell of his stomach, and he cries out softly at the stimulation.
“Hawks,” Dabi moans, fingers turning to fists in the sheets as breath hisses through his gritted teeth. He tries not to drool at how heavenly Hawks’ hands feel on his stretched skin, and he nearly sobs when Hawks bottoms out.
The first thrust forces a hiccup out of Dabi, and his stomach rocks back and forth, swaying with every roll of Hawks’ hips. Dabi’s so full in more ways than one, and it’s utterly intoxicating.
The movement jostles up all of the bubbles in his stomach, shaking up its contents and making his bloat tighter. Dabi tries to hold it in, but he can’t help but belch on a particularly deep thrust.
“Awhhh fuck,” Dabi sighs, pathetic and pornographic as his tongue lolls. There’s so much drool dripping down his chin that he’s worried it’s seeping into his jaw slit.
He feels another bubble crawling up his throat from the sloshing back and forth, and his belly rumbles. Dabi tries to keep his mouth shut from shame, gas puffing out his cheeks.
“Let it out, sweetheart,” Hawks grunts between thrusts, leaning forward to nip at the back of Dabi’s neck. “It’s okay. I wanna hear you.”
Hawks bites his lip as he digs his fingers deeper into Dabi’s skin as it gives, forcing more of the gas out of his stomach and into his throat.
“OOOOOOURRRP!”
The pressure release is all Dabi needs to become completely absorbed in the pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s so much better,” Dabi moans like a pornstar.
“God, you’re so hot,” Hawks huffs as he picks up his rhythm, pounding into Dabi like it’s his life’s purpose.
“Harder,” Dabi stammers, tingling sensations running up and down his thighs as his cock leaks. “More.”
If there’s one thing Hawks excels at, it’s providing for his pet, and so, he obliges wordlessly. His thick cock spreads Dabi’s insides, dragging against his walls with passion and purpose.
“Fuck, yes. I’ll be your good boy forever and ever,” Dabi wails, voice high-pitched and warped as he dissolves into the pleasure like sugar in hot water. He feels like he’s nothing but liquid, sloshing around back and forth at Hawks’ command, brainless and ever-flowing.
“Such an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” Hawks chuckles, “Perfect little princess.”
Dabi whines at the pet name, surrendering to his overwhelming arousal, and it makes his cock jerk against his bloat.
He’s going to come soon, and man, it’s going to be the most pent-up orgasm he’s ever had.
“Come all over yourself…all over this bed…and I’ll clean you up afterwards, yeah?” Hawks grunts, his own climax growing closer in the small of his back.
Dabi’s overcome with ecstasy, unable to cope with his needs being met in so many different ways. His orgasmic high comes crashing down on him like a chandelier, his body convulsing, bloody tears running down his face as he screams out in euphoria.
“Dabi!” Hawks comes undone, and the scarred villain can feel every spurt painting his insides; Hawks rolls his hips through his climax, fucking more lewd noises out of his pet until he’s sobbing from the overstimulation. Carefully, he slows down before pulling out, and Dabi slumps forward before rolling on his back. Hawks is on top of him, connecting their lips amorously.
“Did so well, Dabi. My beautiful boy,” Hawks murmur between deep, sloppy kisses that have Dabi shivering in an overwhelmed puddle of pleasure.
If he gets stuck in this dimension forever…he’s totally okay with that.
DabiHawksWeek2026 Day Six: Cann!balism and Food K!nk
@dabihawksweeks
Summary:
“Y’know, I don’t mind the taste of it.”
Hawks raises an eyebrow.
“It?”
Dabi’s admission feels like a messed up joke at first, but, slowly, Hawks realizes he’s just pulled back the curtain to another side of his villain contact. It’s a side that might lead to Hawks ending up on a silver platter.
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Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalism and Food Kink (SEE AO3 FOR EXHAUSTIVE TAGS!) EXPLICIT CONTENT
Hawks isn’t entirely sure if this is some kind of dark humor joke or if Dabi is being serious as the two walk through the halls of the Gunga Mountain Villa. A villain in passing had made an underhanded comment about Dabi looking like a zombie, and it seems like Dabi’s decided to discuss it.
“The first time, it was a really hard winter. I was living on the street. Food was scarce…,” Dabi trails off as they stroll, and Hawks feels a deep pit forming in his chest.
‘The first time?’ The hero’s mind races.
Dabi’s moral code is gray, at best, and irredeemable at worst. Is he actually admitting to eating a human being before?
“Someone tried to jump me…probably to sell my kidneys on the black market or somethin’. One thing led to another, and they ended up being roasted. Didn’t turn them to ashes, though. Only roasted. The smell…it had been so long since I’d eaten, I just couldn’t resist. Fucked up, I know. But once you’ve had a taste for it, it’s hard to go back. Everything tastes delicious when you’re literally starving.”
The gears in Hawks’ brain turn and screech. Before this moment, he would've never added cannibalism to the long list of Dabi’s depravity. He awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his neck and praying that Dabi changes the subject.
“So you better not cross me, pretty bird, or I’ll turn you into barbecue,” Dabi sneers with a sly grin as he throws an arm over Hawks’ shoulder. Hawks so desperately wants to believe he’s merely talking about incinerating him, but the way that Dabi’s eyes methodically drag across his body puts him on edge.
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Hawks becomes hyper-aware of Dabi’s cannibalistic tendencies after that conversation. It doesn’t help that Dabi’s unusually mouthy during sex, tracing tongue and lips and teeth over every inch of Hawks’ body that he can reach. His eyes unfocus when he does it, like he’s trying not to succumb to some innate urge to bite harder.
Dabi’s bites can be unforgiving.
The first and only time he draws blood, Hawks likes it, surprisingly…at least…he does until he feels Dabi chewing.
Dabi moans, blood coating his teeth as he delicately chews on a chunk of Hawks’ shoulder. Hawks is bent over, feathers strung throughout the room so Dabi can fold him and fuck him properly while he’s draped over his spine. His teeth are latched onto the rippling muscles of Hawks’ shoulder, breaking skin.
And, god, Hawks’ blood is the sweetest nectar Dabi’s tasted. It makes his dick pulse harder inside the hero.
“Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!” Hawks gasps out their safeword as white-hot pain shoots through his skin. Dabi reluctantly unclenches his jaw, leaning back as he flicks his tongue at the blood coating his lips. Hawks curses as he grabs at his shoulder with one hand, eyes widening when he sees the crimson wetting his fingertips.
“Fuck, Dabi! What did you do?”
Dabi rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed with Hawks’ distress as he carefully pulls out of the hero; his boner shrivels with the change in tone. He only enjoys fear in his prey when he wants them to be afraid. Besides, he doesn’t even consider Hawks prey…yet…not completely, at least.
“Couldn’t help it, angel. You taste so lovely. You need to go to the infirmary?” Dabi groans, almost sarcastically.
Hawks leaps up from Dabi’s bed, rushing to the bathroom to examine his wound in the mirror.
“Shit,” Hawks grimaces. The wound is deep enough to have him worried; he silently plans his trip to his Commission doctor, wondering how many shots and antibiotics they’re going to pump in him.
“I can cauterize it if you want,” Dabi offers, resting against the doorframe as if Hawks just got a paper cut rather than a human bite wound. “I promise I’m clean. Kinda have to be, or my body will give up. Scrub it out and put a bandage on it. You’ll be fine.”
“Human bite wounds aren’t easy, Dabi. Fuck, you just had to break skin this time,” Hawks grumbles as he pushes past Dabi to start collecting his things.
Dabi’s lip curls in irritation.
“I thought you were into it,” Dabi retorts.
“I gotta go get this looked at. I’ll tell them it was an accident in bed,” Hawks sighs as he pulls his clothes back on.
“Hey!” Dabi snaps, grabbing Hawks roughly by the wrist. “You have anyone match my dental records, and you’re fuckin’ toast.”
Regrettably, Hawks nods.
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Hawks yawns, scratching at the scar from where Dabi bit him weeks ago as he struts down the hallway toward the lieutenants’ conference room. He’s supposed to shadow the PLF Lieutenant meeting today, and Dabi messaged him to be there before the other regiments showed up. Hawks mentally prepares himself to suck Dabi off under the table again, away from prying eyes.
When Hawks opens the door, he finds Dabi sitting at the table, alone, typing away on his laptop in the dimly lit room with a plate beside him. He briefly acknowledges Hawks, playing with something in his teeth as the hero closes the door behind him.
Dabi’s plate is practically licked clean, with the exception of a few thin reddish-brown streaks drying. The smell of iron assaults Hawks’ nostrils.
Hawks squints to get a closer look, and he realizes that Dabi’s holding a broken piece of a long bone.
The villain notices that Hawks is staring at his impromptu toothpick.
“We needed to weed out some of the new recruits. They didn’t have the right conviction for our cause. Leftovers are in the Violet fridge if you want any. Toga’s already bloodletted them, so don’t worry,” Dabi sneers, sucking on the bone as if he’s savoring the marrow.
Leftovers.
“Haha…nah…I’m good,” Hawks gulps. Is this another sick joke? As time goes on, Dabi’s comments are getting more and more unsettling. Should he check the fridge? Maybe the bone is fake. Besides, Toga has an amalgamation of weird trinkets. Why wouldn’t Dabi also have a fake bone toothpick?
Hawks can’t shake the feeling in his gut that it isn’t fake, especially the way Dabi sucks on it.
‘At least he isn’t just randomly eating people.’ Hawks can’t believe his own train of thought. As if there are ethical ways to practice cannibalism. As if the fact that he’s only cannibalizing villains makes it better. The thought makes him sick to his stomach…but at the same time…it weirdly captivates him. The thought of Dabi sinking his teeth into flesh…ripping and tearing…blood dripping down his chin…it makes something stir in Hawks’ loins. The instincts that the HPSC forced him to abandon stir in the shadows; he’s fascinated with Dabi’s animalistic side.
Granted, in the moment last week, Hawks panicked. Maybe the fantasy is just that for him…a fantasy. He can’t handle the pain in real life, but he can somewhat romanticize it to compartmentalize his desire.
For a predatory bird, Hawks can’t stop imagining Dabi’s teeth digging into his flesh again. Hawks has spent his whole life serving others, but heat builds in the pit of his stomach when he thinks about serving Dabi. Perhaps this entire undercover mission has driven him to insanity…
“Birdie?”
Dabi’s voice pulls Hawks from his train of thought.
“Huh?”
“You thinkin’ bout somethin’?” Dabi raises an eyebrow before setting the bone on the edge of his plate. Hawks rolls his shoulders back, stifling the cacophony of emotions swirling throughout his body.
“Just you,” Hawks smirks, flashing a Cheshire Cat grin as he takes a few steps toward Dabi, unceremoniously flopping into the chair beside him.
“Aw, you’re gonna sit next to me today? How cute,” Dabi taunts, rolling his eyes before closing whatever tab he was working on on his computer screen. “Sorry, birdie. Can’t have you looking at my work.”
Hawks scoots closer, interlocking his heel with Dabi’s.
Sure, his main objective is to seduce the villain into a state of comfort…to the point where he’ll make a mistake. Still, it doesn’t mean Hawks can’t enjoy it and have fun, especially considering Dabi is one of the only people he’s ever been allowed to be intimate with per the HPSC.
Hawks doesn’t get to make his own choices.
He never has.
And yet, for once, Hawks seems like he’s in full control when he grabs Dabi by the collar of his jacket and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss.
Dabi melts into it without resistance, and Hawks shudders when his tongue licks into his mouth, coating his taste buds with iron and…oh god.
Hawks can’t react, even though he clearly tastes something that is definitely not pork, no matter how close the flavor may be.
Dabi sucks on Hawks’ tongue, and, for a brief moment, the hero wonders if he’s going to tear it right out of his mouth.
Thankfully, Dabi opts instead to flick his elongated tongue at Hawks’ molars, tracing every inch of his hard palate before separating with a breathy groan.
“With a mouth like that, you make me wanna skip this stupid meeting,” Dabi chuckles darkly, wrapping a hand around the back of Hawks’ neck.
“You wanna get outta here, pretty bird?”
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Throughout his rendezvous with Dabi, Hawks discovered he has a mild branding kink.
This isn’t that different.
Dabi had mentioned he wanted to try some food play in bed, and Hawks was mildly receptive. Except, it’s not the everyday whipped cream and chocolate sauce that Hawks expected.
Dabi takes the brush and dips it in the steaming sauce that he spent all weekend researching how to make. The perfect glaze for yakitori…sweet…savory…perfect.
Hawks is naked, spread-eagled on his back on Dabi’s bed, hands and feet tied to the bedposts to hold him still. His wings are stripped down to little tufts, feathers strewn throughout the room, so Hawks can be more comfortable.
“I want you to taste test,” Dabi murmurs, bringing the brush to Hawks’ lips, and, the moment he parts them, Dabi practically shoves the brush down his throat.
Hawks nearly chokes before humming at the flavor.
“You like?” Dabi smirks, raising an eyebrow as he jerks the brush free.
“That’s good,” Hawks chuckles, hiding the fact that it burned his tongue.
“Mhm,” Dabi trills before leaving the brush on the towel and picking up the bowl.
Hawks winces as the syrupy sauce drips onto his abs, pooling in his belly button before slithering slowly up his body. Dabi stops pouring, setting the bowl to the side and humming softly to himself as he picks up the basting brush, dipping it into the steaming glaze before streaking it over Hawks’ bulging pectoral muscles. He paints with the deliberateness of an artist, watching the glaze trail behind the brush, painting line after line until Hawks is coated. His eyes grow heavy-lidded as every curve and dip of muscle glistens.
“You ready for your gag, pretty bird? I’m sure you’ll still sing. You just gotta keep this in your mouth,” Dabi grins before reaching off to the side. Hawks’ eyes widen when he brandishes an apple.
A familiar feeling stirs in Hawks’ stomach…an intermingling of dread and arousal…fear and anticipation.
Is Dabi treating him like a roast pig?
Hawks opens his mouth with a shred of hesitation, and Dabi’s pupils dilate as he puts the apple in his mouth.
The sight makes saliva pool on Dabi’s tongue.
Dabi is overwhelmingly obsessed with Pro Hero Hawks to the point where he’s infected his brain. He can’t get the bastard out of his head.
Fuck, he looks so sexy with the glaze on his sun-kissed skin. Dabi wants to savor him for as long as he can. He knows that, eventually, Hawks will probably betray him…and then…he’ll be able to properly prepare the bird.
This is simply a test drive.
If Hawks makes the wrong move and somehow pulls the rug out from under him, Dabi will make sure Hawks will be a part of him forever.
He’s taken an obsessive, possessive liking to Keigo Takami, and he’s not willing to let him go. One of these days, he might just cave in and maul him during sex. Hell, he already almost did. His cock is so hard that it’s starting to hurt, precum dribbling down his shaft in thick beads. Dabi can’t fuck him quite yet.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, not even fazed that he’s drooling. He shouldn't even be hungry right now, but he’s overcome with a hunger for Hawks. Dabi slowly moves to position himself at Hawks’ thigh, his teeth gently scraping at the thick quadriceps muscle before he moves to his inner thigh, tongue tracing the hair and the beads of sweat.
Hawks twitches with a weak noise that’s muffled behind the apple, and it makes a shit-eating grin form on Dabi’s visage. He moves up, deliberately avoiding Hawks’ leaking cock to lick the sauce out of his belly button.
Hawks’ toes curl, limbs pulling against the restraints at the strange sensation; the villain keeps tracing over every inch, relishing in the way he can sense life pulsing under Hawks’ skin. It isn’t long before Dabi sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Hawks’ eyes roll back into his head, and it makes Dabi swallow a whimper. Hawks sounds so pretty when he’s horny. The noises he makes sound like release…freedom…desperation. Dabi knows he’s not used to this level of debauchery. He’s never been allowed to fly free.
If only Dabi could keep him forever.
He would keep the bird on a leash and then cut him loose, knowing he’d always fly back to him.
If only…
Hot cum spurts into Dabi’s mouth, pulling him out of whatever trance he’d found himself in as he gulps every drop down. He doesn’t even remember when he started sucking Hawks’ dick.
Would his pet Pro ever let him have more of a taste than that?
Would he let Dabi devour him if he asked?
Only a little bit…only one bite.
Dabi’s so conflicted that it’s starting to fuck with him.
Is he starting to get attached to something he thought was stringless?
How can his fantasies of feasting on Hawks while he screams coexist with his fantasies of corrupting him until he’s looking in a mirror?
“God,” Dabi whines as he slips inside Hawks, brow furrowing as he tries not to come on the spot. With every thrust, Hawks drools behind the apple, tears streaking his face from overstimulation and skin flushed from heat and embarrassment and fervor.
Dabi’s not going to last long, and he pitches forward, digging his teeth into Hawks’ unmarred shoulder. Hawks makes a choked, spluttering gurgle that makes Dabi rut even harder into his guts.
Dabi groans, gnawing as he squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the tightness beneath his eye scars built up from the emotional intensity.
Dabi sounds like he’s drunk, and, in a way, he is.
A broken noise rumbles in Hawks’ throat, and it sends Dabi over the edge, hips pitching as he empties into the hero. Steam hisses out of the side of Dabi’s mouth as he opens his eyes, blinking away streaks of crimson as he unlatches from Keigo’s hulking shoulder.
He looks at Hawks, utterly blissed out and spent, chest rising and falling, slick with Dabi’s spit and sticky with the sauce residue.
Dabi reaches up.
“Open.”
Hawks obeys his command, letting Dabi take the apple from him and set it to the side as he connects their lips.
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Dabi’s dreams have been growing twisted ever since the Paranormal Liberation War. The fire inside him rages, and a decent portion is directed at Keigo Takami. He keeps thinking about the night he basted Hawks in that yakitori sauce, and he’s fixating on how fucking delicious he would taste grilled. Toga’s usually the one who butchers with her intricate knife skills, but she just prefers the blood. Dabi devours the meat.
He’d love nothing more than to gorge himself on Hawks’ flesh. He’s only ever eaten cooked meat, but he’d prefer to eat Hawks alive. He’d prefer to hear him writhe and scream as Dabi’s teeth gnashed and hunks of tissue slid down his throat.
The revenge would taste as sweet as Hawks would. Hell, it would probably be the most top-tier meal Dabi would ever have. Hawks is in peak condition; he’s the Hero Public Safety Commission’s perfect little masterpiece. Oh, how Dabi would love to have that filthy little traitor reduced to nothing but sinew stuck between his incisors.
He’d eat his heart…and he’d savor it. He wants to sink his teeth into the bloodied muscle and suck the blood from the organ when it starts to gush in his hand. Who cares if it gave him a stomachache later? Certainly not Dabi. Not if it meant he could look at himself in the mirror and see the ruby red liquid painted all over his face and the inside of his mouth.
Arousal boils in the pit of Dabi’s stomach as his fantasy seizes his brain.
Icarus, without any wings, would fall into the jaws of a ravenous beast. Dabi would get a sick thrill out of Hawks begging for his life as he realized what was about to happen.
He’d gorge himself until he got sick…until he’s so full of Hawks.
The number two hero…reduced to nothing but fuel for a villain.
Sure, he’d bleed out before Dabi’d had his fill, but that doesn’t matter.
Whatever small feathers remained, Dabi would use as toothpicks.
No one else would be allowed to have any claim on Dabi’s kill…no one else would have any claim on Hawks unless they wish to meet a worse fate.
Dabi would make sure of it…and he’d indulge every second he got to wolf down a part of Keigo Takami.
He’d treat it like a sacrificial ritual, cherishing every bite like it was his last meal.
Hawks fucked up this time. Dabi had given him a target, and he couldn’t follow through. How could he?
Usually, he could be as cruel, cold, and calculated as the Hero Public Safety Commission needed him to be…but…doing the League’s dirty work put a foul taste in Hawks’ mouth. At least when the Commission put out a hit for Hawks to handle, Hawks knew there had to be a valid reason.
He’d watched the man walk his kid to school that morning…how could he kill him if he wasn’t told the reason? Madame President always had her reasons…villains didn’t.
“Really. He had a kid with him. That’s why?” Dabi’s eyes narrow in the darkened warehouse as Hawks wrings his hands.
“You say you’re so devoted to the cause, yet you keep giving me reasons to doubt you. What’s it gonna be, pretty bird?” Dabi sighs, shaking his head. “Sounds like you might not be what we need.”
Hawks’ feathers stiffen when he sees the dull glow of Dabi’s hands in the shadows.
‘Think Hawks. Think. What can you say to make him stay?! You can’t lose your contact in the League!’
“Whatever you want!” He blurts, but Dabi seems annoyed.
“What?” Dabi scoffs.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
Dabi rolls his eyes; Hawks already proved that was a lie.
“Blow me,” Dabi scoffs. It's an off-handed comment dripping with sarcasm. Dabi isn’t serious…at least…he isn’t serious until Hawks sinks to his knees in front of him.
The villain’s eyes widen.
“Hey, wait a minute-” He stammers, but Hawks is already pulling at his belt buckle. The blue light dissipates from the villain’s palms.
Dabi grabs Hawks’ hands, and the hero looks up at him with a blank dissociative stare.
Dabi doesn’t know how to feel about this.
On one hand, he could fuck the number two hero’s throat.
On the other hand…wait…was there any actual downside to this?
Dabi blinks, chest rising and falling as he chews on his lip in thought.
He can’t break his facade right now. He has to turn off the part of him that overthinks.
‘If he wants a smug villain, that’s what he’s gonna get. Don’t think about it too much. If he’s gonna give you this much control, let’s see how far it’ll go. Maybe if you fuck every thought out of him, he’ll listen next time when you give orders.’
Dabi’s entire facial expression shifts on a dime, pulling the mask back over as he squeezes Hawks’ hands and shoves him back. The hero leans back on his knees, confused and distant.
“You’re gonna have to earn it,” Dabi mutters slyly. “You’re gonna have to prove you’re worthy to suck my dick.”
Dabi bites back the cringe at his own words, but if Hawks wants to use him, he’s going to use him back tenfold. He doesn’t trust the bird, so he might as well push the boundaries.
“You think you can do that for me?” Dabi coos, and Hawks nods mindlessly. The hero’s brain turns off, reverting to the part of himself that is consumed by obedience.
“Open.”
Hawks’ jaw falls slack as Dabi tilts his head up, thumb pulling down his bottom lip.
Dabi’s elongated tongue rolls out of his mouth, and he makes a noise that makes Hawks’ blood curdle as he watches watery spit rain down off the tip of his tongue straight into his own open mouth. It lands on his tongue with a splatter, but, surprisingly, Hawks isn’t the least bit disgusted. He stares up at the villain with doe eyes, wide and submissive.
“Swallow.”
Hawks tilts his head back, and Dabi watches his Adam's apple bob when he gulps.
And if that doesn’t just do something to Dabi. He’s spent so much of his life scrambling for control…and when Hawks completely submits…it makes him feel lightheaded. Hawks presents himself like a gift wrapped in a nice bow; he’s just for Dabi, and the villain can use his gift however he pleases. It gives him a stronger high than any other drug he’s ever tried. Nothing put under his tongue or sucked into his lungs could ever taste as delicious as Hawks.
Judging by Hawks’ boner, the hero must think Dabi tastes pretty good, too.
“Fuck, stand up.” Dabi grabs the collar of Hawks’ jacket, jerking him to his feet before smashing his lips against his.
Hawks melts into the kiss, running his hands through Dabi’s hair as the villain licks into his mouth. Dabi tastes like sweet forbidden sin, faint ashes and alcohol on his lips; Hawks groans, sucking on his bottom lip before their tongues meet.
Dabi’s dick throbs in his pants as he traces circles on the roof of Hawks’ mouth, memorizing every ridge of his hard palate before he pulls away. Thin trails of spit still connect their lips before Dabi roughly wipes them away with the back of his hand.
“Knees,” Dabi orders, and Hawks complies without resistance, sinking to the floor once again as Dabi braces himself against the wall with one hand and unbuckles his belt with the other. Hawks reaches up, feathers pulling down Dabi’s underwear as his hands cup his balls. Dabi swears as he watches Hawks press a lewd kiss to his leaking tip. He’s half hard and gushing precum just from kissing, which isn’t too surprising considering Dabi can’t remember the last time anything like this happened to him.
“Oh,” Dabi grunts when Hawks suckles the cockhead into his mouth. The sensation is ethereal, letting Dabi’s vulnerability peek through the cracks in his mask as he shudders, carding his hand through Hawks’ hair. His hands ball up at the back of his head, pulling him closer, and Hawks moans. The vibrations send shivers down Dabi’s shaft; his hips jolt, forcing himself into Hawks’ waiting throat. Hawks doesn’t flinch, looking up at Dabi with watering eyes as he swallows, tongue stroking the underside of his cock as his hands massage his balls.
“God, Hawks, you look like a fuckin’ whore,” Dabi slurs through labored breaths as he tugs at the hero’s hair. “You treat all your villains like this, or am I special?”
‘You’re the first villain.’ Hawks’ brain scrolls through the contracts the HPSC made him sign before he shoves the thoughts away. Rather than answering, Hawks pushes in deeper until his nose sinks into Dabi’s white tuft at the base. Hawks makes a mental note of the color before his mind numbs again.
Dabi’s head lolls, staring up at the ceiling as he indulges in the pleasure he rarely experiences.
“Fuck, birdie…you gonna take me out to dinner after this?” Dabi chuckles darkly, steadying his resolve as he gently rocks his hips and softens his grip on Hawks’ head. “Shit…feels good.”
He steals a glance down, taking note of the tears streaming down Hawks’ face as he fights his gag reflex.
“Choke on it. That’s it,” Dabi whispers, his voice leveling off into a lewd groan as he fists his hand into Hawks’ locks once again. Hawks yelps when Dabi begins facefucking him, hips snapping, smushing his nose over and over again as the tip of Dabi’s cock kisses the back of his throat.
Pleasure pools in Dabi’s gut, blood rushing down to his boner as his mind melts.
He’s not going to last long.
Hawks grows light-headed, suffocating himself on the villain’s dick as he sucks like it’s his only purpose.
He has to get close.
He has to complete his mission.
Dabi’s jaw drops in a silent scream when he comes, nearly scalding Hawks’ tongue as the hero greedily gulps every drop.
Dabi stills his hips, leaning against the wall as his chest heaves, the endorphins circulating from his brain to his balls and all the way into his boots. It’s been so long since he felt this good. Hawks pulls off with a lewd slurping noise, wiping his mouth with his glove as he leans back on his knees, sitting on his heels. Dabi can’t wipe the smug smirk off his face when he looks down at the hero kneeling before him.
“You were right, pretty bird. It’s in my interest to make good use of you.”
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Months go by, and Dabi and Hawks continue their game of cat and mouse. Dabi strings his pet Pro along with empty promises, taking advantage of just how eager he is to please. Hawks keeps his cool, doing everything he possibly can to get deeper intel.
Hawks taps his fingers on the table of the conference room, waiting for Dabi to arrive.
The villain takes his sweet time, as usual.
Finally, the double doors push open, and Dabi strides inside, letting them slam behind him. Hawks immediately sits up, straightening his posture as his wings flare.
“Yeah. Boss is busy today. No dice,” Dabi shrugs with an empty, uncaring glance. “We can still fuck, though.”
Hawks’ heart drops.
The whole point of him coming today was so he could actually meet with Shigaraki. He’d spent all this time building Dabi’s trust, getting under his skin, only to be strung along for not even the tenth time.
Dabi’s always putting off this meeting, and Hawks is tired of it.
“Y’know, you’re a piece of shit,” Hawks seethes, feathers fluffing up and stiffening as he stands up and stalks around the table to stand in front of the villain.
“Heard that before,” Dabi waves his hand flippantly, “Ain’t the first. Certainly ain’t the last.”
Hawks is done being nice.
“Talkin’ a lotta smack for somebody who clearly cares more than they let on.”
“The fuck’re you talkin’ about?” Dabi’s voice is even and low, nearing a steady growl.
“You think I can’t read you? You think you don’t realize you let your guard down around me more than you mean to?” Hawks points a finger at Dabi’s chest.
Dabi’s glare is dangerous, livid, and threatening as his jaw sets.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Oh, I don’t?” Hawks laughs. He’s pissed. “You’re so scared to let yourself feel safe that you always have to be the most dangerous person in the room.”
Dabi bristles, swallowing flames and fury as he balls his hands into fists. He could roast him alive right now for that. Dabi stifles the urge to throw a tantrum like a petulant child, clenching his jaw until it hurts as he stands there fuming.
He clears the space between them in two strides and roughly grabs Hawks by the chin before getting in his face.
“Let’s get one fucking thing clear between you and me, hero. I’m not scared of shit,” Dabi seethes, raspy and infuriated, voice even and low despite spraying Hawks with spit.
Hawks can hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears. Is he gonna have to kill Dabi before he kills him? Is that what’s about to happen? Dabi could char the skin right off his skull at this angle, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing Hawks could do about it. Dabi doesn’t give him any time to think, though, as his grip tightens, fingernails digging into the flesh of Hawks’ cheeks and underneath his jawline.
“You have no idea what I’ve seen. You have no idea what the fuck I’ve been through. You wouldn’t last ten seconds living my life. So your definition of scared and mine couldn’t be more different,” Dabi hisses before violently shoving Hawks away. The hero stumbles back a few paces before righting himself. His instincts kick in when he sees Dabi’s eyes glowing; his feathers sharpen to points as his wings flare out.
“You think you can handle me, bitch?” Dabi shouts, cackling like a madman, “You got a death wish? Because that can easily be arranged.”
“I could say the same to you,” Hawks replies coldly, pulling a pair of feather swords from his wings with nonchalance.
“C’mon, birdie. Why don’t you give it your best shot?” Dabi eggs him on, eyes wild as he grins so wide that his staples stretch. He barely registers the pull of his skin grafts as Hawks remains motionless. Dabi’s pride whispers in his ear, telling him to fake him out just to see what happens. Does he really want to test whether or not Hawks will try to kill him? If he does, now seems like the perfect time to do it.
Dabi lurches forward, keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground, and the movement makes Hawks a blur.
The hero knocks the breath out of Dabi, tackling him to the floor before he can blink, and the villain gasps for air before he starts laughing in his face again. Dabi snickers under Hawks’ body weight, a sick smile straining his staples as he looks up at the hero pinning him to the ground.
“You gonna cut my heart out, baby? Y’know, you could choke me instead? Might get me off better that way,” Dabi taunts, only half-joking as he watches Hawks’ facial expression contort from rage to confusion and embarrassment. “C’mon…why don’t you carve me up real nice? Can’t do a worse job than the guy that did it before.”
Hawks grimaces, feather bladers firmly levitating on either side of Dabi’s head as his wings flare out into a canopy over them.
“You’re a fucking pervert,” Hawks swears, making Dabi’s shit-eating grin even wider.
“And you love it.”
“Just another one of your tests for me, then? Is that it?” Hawks pants, heart pounding against his ribcage so hard he wonders if Dabi can feel it beneath his jacket. He’s painfully aware of how blatantly he’s pressing on top of him, gloved hands gripping Dabi’s shoulders like his life depends on it.
Dabi shrugs in response, a glint of amusement flickering in his turquoise irises that Hawks hasn’t seen before.
“Maybe. Either way,” He groans before rolling his hips, and Hawks’ resolve dissipates into the ether when he feels Dabi grind against him. “Proof is right there, pretty bird. Little hero gets turned on by fighting. You got a hate sex boner.”
“Shut up,” Hawks hisses, but his hitching breath is all Dabi needs for his pride to be fed.
“C’mon. Get me off. You know you want to,” Dabi whispers against the shell of Hawks’ ear as he leans up. “I can fuck away all those pretty little insecurities you’re trying so hard to hide.”
Hawks shivers as Dabi rolls his hips again.
“I’ll fuck you right here on that table. Make that weirdo watch on his stupid cameras,” Dabi chuckles, tongue running over his teeth as he stifles a whine. The friction is pure ecstasy.
Dabi is incorrigibly convincing.
Hawks will never understand why Dabi’s voice makes him putty in his hands; at first, he thought it was just his impulsive submission driving his seduction. Now, Hawks isn’t so sure.
“C’mon, baby,” Dabi coos, reaching up to grab one of Hawks’ hands and place it on his neck. He guides Hawks’ fingers to his jugular before tapping them.
“Press right there. Just a little. I think you’ll know what to do,” Dabi whispers as he deliberately hooks a leg over Hawks’ waist, grinding their hips closer together.
Hawks keens before complying, pressing his hand against the villain’s throat, being careful not to choke him too aggressively.
Dabi moans, vision blurring as he grows lightheaded from the sensation. His eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back into his head as he bites his lip at the relentless friction.
Hawks huffs, panting as he rocks his hips in synchrony, feathers puffing up as his anger and frustration start to fade into arousal.
Fuck, Dabi’s a drug. Even when he’s an aggravating douchebag, he still gets under Hawks’ skin in more ways than one.
Dabi gasps when Hawks releases the pressure on his neck, and the hero bends down to sloppily connect their lips in a hungry kiss.
Dabi bites Hawks’ bottom lip, pulling back like he’s trying to tear it off.
Hawks yelps; Dabi cackles.
The villain’s tongue traces the hero’s molars, crazed laughter dissolving into pornographic groans as his heated hands find their way beneath Hawks’ flight jacket.
Dabi opens his eyes as Hawks’ weight lifts, and he watches feathers swarm, stripping both of them of their clothes before neatly folding them against the chairs.
“Didn’t want me burning your hero outfit? A shame,” Dabi clicks his tongue as he gets to his feet and slowly corners Hawks against the table. Another feather slips into the pocket of Hawks’ cargo pants, brandishing a bottle of lube when it zips out and promptly dropping it on the table beside them.
“Fuck you,” Hawks spits through his fervent blush.
“Patience,” Dabi sneers as he slathers the cold substance on his throbbing cock. He shivers, staring daggers into the hero’s golden eyes. “You wanna belong to me so bad, then shut up and take it.”
Hawks gulps, wondering if this time he’s made a mistake. Gentle is not a good way to describe Dabi…and if Dabi thinks he’s been gentle so far…should he be worried?
SLAM!
For once, Hawks is too caught up in his own thoughts to pay attention, and his face connects with the table after he’s spun around. Heated hands grasp the base of his wings where they meet his shoulder blades, and Hawks cries out when Dabi plunges into him without warning.
“Fuckin’ things in my way,” Dabi snarls under his breath as he leans forward to nip at the back of Hawks’ neck, fighting with Hawks’ wings in the process.
Feathers swarm away, leaving the hero with downy nubs among his rippling back muscles, and Dabi sighs as he bottoms out and licks up Hawks’ ears.
“You’re mine,” Dabi hisses, and Hawks’ brain fog responds with a mere nod. “Never forget that you chose me just as much as I chose you.”
Did Hawks choose Dabi?
Did he have a choice in any of this?
Sure, he knows Dabi well enough that he’d back off if Hawks said so. Dabi’s not that kind of villain. He has his own personal convictions, and it excites Hawks in a way. Dabi isn’t one of those villains in it for the love of the game. He’s seen the wadded-up papers and scribbles in his bedroom; Dabi makes plans. He acts with purpose and deliberateness. Dabi is a creature of passion. His anger spills out of him like a bubbling volcano, and Hawks wonders just what other emotions are dormant within the lava.
Hawks’ train of thought derails when Dabi starts thrusting roughly up into his guts.
“Think you can say that shit to me. Think you can just walk all over me, huh? Don’t you ever fuckin’ do that again,” Dabi seethes in his ear, rage-filled rasp tainted with lewd huffs and stifled moans. Dabi’s hips snap against Hawks’ ass, rough and sloppy as his tongue trails down the side of the hero’s neck. His hands run through the soft, downy feathers; Hawks’ back arches.
Dabi doesn’t know what the hero sees in him…why he lets him ravage him like a wild animal…why he doesn’t flinch when Dabi catches him staring…why does he stare at him like that?
Dabi swallows his confusion with a gasp as Hawks clenches around his cock, squeezing it in just the right way that makes his toes curl against the carpet.
“Fuck,” Dabi chokes, fingers fisting in the feathers and making Hawks cry out as he stills his hips.
Dabi can’t come yet.
That’s too fast.
The villain stands up, hands snaking down the hero’s body to rest at his hips as he catches his breath.
Hawks whimpers and writhes beneath him, his neglected cock twitching against the edge of the table.
Dabi pulls out with a sigh that leaves Hawks squirming before he’s ruthlessly flipped over on his back. Dabi grabs his wrist, wrenching him to his feet before dragging him over to the corner and shoving him against the wall.
“What’re-” Hawks starts, only for Dabi to cut him off with a rough kiss. Dabi squats down as he reaches up under the hero’s legs, and Hawks follows his wordless commands, jumping into his arms.
Dabi’s fingernails dig into the meat of Hawks’ ass as he lowers the hero onto his dick. Hawks’ ankles lock at the small of Dabi’s back.
“Want ya to look at me,” Dabi huffs, staving off his fatigue in favor of pleasure. His legs shake, and his thighs burn; he’s certain he’s pulled a few staples.
A moan rips from Hawks’ throat as Dabi fucks him with his back against the wall, feathers rubbing against the chipped paint and scratching the inside of his skull.
“Hawks,” Dabi groans, panting as he pounds up into his lover, forcing him up and down and up and down.
“Dabi,” Hawks gasps, eyes meeting the villain’s in a stare that is too long for fuckbuddies and too emotional for enemies.
It cuts into his soul.
Dabi’s chest twists at the feeling he doesn’t know what to name, and his Quirk starts to act up.
The familiar smell of burning flesh wafts up to Dabi’s nostrils as the hissing noise fills his ears. He grits his teeth as his hands sting, gripping Hawks’ ass like his life depends on it. He presses his palms into the supple skin, breath whistling through his teeth as he indulges in the throbbing from the brand. His palms sting, nerves barely lighting up in his body.
Hawks, on the other hand, screeches with a contorted combination of passion and anguish that Dabi relishes.
“Only a matter of time before you got branded, birdie,” Dabi sneers between lewd pants as his tongue lolls. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Hawks keens as his dick rubs against Dabi’s abdomen, gushing and reddening into a purple. He’s gonna come untouched at this rate. White-hot heat sears Hawks’ asscheeks, and he cries out as Dabi climaxes, painting his insides with every haphazard thrust that makes him lurch forward and sink his teeth into his shoulder. Hawks whines at the bite before his own orgasm wrecks his body, cum splattering up his own chest and smearing onto Dabi’s abdomen as the villain sucks a dark mark into his flesh. He finally unlatches his jaws, licking the deep, bruising bitemark with possessive vindication before leaning back to stare into the hero’s eyes.
Hawks is blissed out, skin flushed with rosy cheeks and a sheen of sweat.
Breath hisses through Dabi’s gritted teeth as he lifts him off his dick completely, and Hawks unlocks his ankles, hitting solid ground with shaky knees. He grimaces when he steps into a mess of lube and cum.
Dabi doesn’t kiss him afterward like he normally does.
Instead, the villain turns around and walks toward his discarded outfit.
“Do yourself a favor and clean yourself up. And the room, while you’re at it,” Dabi scoffs as he pulls his clothes back on. “I’ll hound Skeptic and send you a copy of our little sex tape later.”
If Hawks protests, Dabi doesn’t hear him. His ears ring as his heart thuds against his ribcage, pounding with several emotions that make Dabi seasick.
Dabi has to leave before he gets too attached.
It’s bad enough he’d realized mid-fuck how much he wished he could hear Hawks moan his real name.
