Uh⦠does it taste good?
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Uh⦠does it taste good?
Hawks visiting Dabiāaloneāfor their usual exchange of intel
But Hawks, or Dabi, drop a condom on the ground, and theyāre both just
My outward appearance reflects my emotions correctly, right? š
I may be projecting
āUnforced (and unintentional) smile, and demeanor.
He is very uncomfortable, and genuinely upset.ā
āHave you ever felt accomplished for the things youāve done?ā
(1/2)
āHave you ever felt accomplished for the things youāve done?ā
(1/2)
I have two demons inside meā¦
Itās upā¦
18+ btw
https://archiveofourown.org/works/87411716/chapters/231558276
āJust checking in.
Are you going to quit your job by the way?ā
Guess what
"Just checking in" *tap tap tap tap tap*
āBut that color suits you. Does it not?ā
āJust checking in.
Are you going to quit your job by the way?ā
Dabi next tweet: āAnd when I roll his body down, I let him splay open over the broken, slick shards he once kept at the back of his throat, clearing the way for him to drool around a scream while the heat of those warmed, shattered colors bury into weak, pliant flesh until a blurry haze makes your wings a beautifully rare sunset shuddering down against the wet horizon"
Imagine coming into work at 8 in the morning only for your most trusted agent to walk in to show you some tweet about him getting railed so good heās screaming and shaking in pleasure written in a beautifully poetic way by one of the most wanted and dangerous men in Japan
#dabihawks šš„
Peach or pancake, Hawks fat ass or Hawks flat ass? The internet splits in outcry.
His fans faction offābetween the bubble butt truthers and the firm pancake believers.
Is it photoshop or a trick of light? Is it an illusion, a trick of an eye? Something of a phenomenon between the internet breaking over the gold or blue of a dress?
The answer is unclear. Inexplicable. Debated, between the ages of kids on the streets comparing the bounce of their handballs to the shape of Hawks' bubble, to the grandma and grandpas across the streets, adjusting their glasses to squint and ask 'what ass?'
The forums explode. Hawks' rankings and public approval skyrockets. Is it Hawks' FLAT ass or Hawks' FAT ass?
Hawks laughs with talk show hosts, gossips with magazine columns. Cheeky grin and another line about he's certainly eaten enough pancakes to become one, that leaves the world wonderingāis he serious, or is it another joke?
And Hawks will be seen flying across the city from one pancake house to another, enjoying another delectable stack.
Hawks winks in front of cameras too, a juicy ripe peach bitten through in one hand, to announce to the world that he's doing just "peachy" and the cameras will follow him as his unfold to uncover the round shape of his very own peach, as he takes off for another flight.
There are photoshoots of Hawks from all his modeling gigs paired side by side like perfectly realistic detective boards across the web. Snaps of perfectly round globes of flesh shot from high quality camera lens of those who caught a fluttering Hawks across their skies, body hunched over as he lazily passes by. And then there are modeling shoots released on myherogram, some new pair of jeans for Best Jeanist' line and he's so painfully flat from every shot of an angle, every swipe of the postāan arguably perfect flat pancake.
It's the baggy give of his hero costume, it's not Hawks' actual ass.
It's the reality of Hawks' actual ass, the costume just hurries that fact along.
'Hawks got ass. Seen it in person,' HawksPlumpAss writes. 1451 ButtLikes. 578 Rebutts.
'Hawks got no ass. Accidentally brushed past me once and didn't feel a thing. That man is flat as a board,' User AForHawksStandsForAssless writes back. 1454 ButtLikes. 524 Rebutts.
'Pics or it didn't happen,' User HawksOneTrueAss demands. 3769 ButtLikes. 1769 Rebutts.
'Top-hero. Plush ass. You'd best believe,' User HawksUnsuspectingAss writes.
'mfs out here thinking pro-hero hawks has got nothing when he's constantly flying and saving lives...YOU KNOW BIRD BOIS GOT ASS' User HawksBirdAss screams into the void. 2170 ButtLikes. 727 Rebutts.
'Who you calling bird boi like he's yours or smthg???' User HawksOneTrueAss comments. 4069 ButtLikes. 2569 Rebutts.
And then there are those who swear, upon the fan sight meetings of Hawks on the streets that they know ass when they see it. The debate takes the heroic world by a storm, and Hawks never confirms or denies the rumors, never justifies or settles the matter.
On an unsuspecting afternoon after months and months of Hawks peach vs pancake, villain Dabi dubbed user HawksOneTrueAss across the socials, snaps a shot, uploads it. Puts the discussion to rest.
The photo shows what is undeniably pro-hero Hawks' familiar golden locks, framed against the bare of his muscled back and a pair of ruby red wings. A pair of pants are slipped half way up to his thighs, undeniably plush ass hanging out and scandalously--a purple scarred hand grabs a fist full of the delectable globe, middle finger stuck out.
"Hawks true FAT Ass," User HawksOneTrueAss comments. 6969 ButtLikes. 6969 Rebutts.
The internet goes off its rails.
//
Shout-out to @hawks-flat-ass for the name that started this to begin with šš
How big is mha Hawksā ass?
Flat
Mid
Big and juicy
Tw depressing Dabihawks angst
āI want you to ruin me, until thereās nothing left.ā
The words washed over Dabi, making his entire body go still.
"Ruin you?" Dabi repeated carefully.
āItās not about sex,ā a pause, āor pain? You want me to *consume* you? Is that was this is? About erasing every part of you that isnāt *me?*ā
The smile Hawks gave Dabi, after the villain finished speaking, was..
happyā¦
Quickly morphing into an anguished, broken grin.
Letting Dabi know he was the very first person to understand, so clearly, what this was, and what Hawks wanted.
Hawks was broken, and he wanted Dabi to burn the very last shards to dust, so he would never have to feel anymore pieces, splinter and split, ever again.
Dabi finally saw how utterly shattered the hero standing in front of him was. He saw exactly what Hawks was offering.
Not just a body to use
but a soul to dismantle.
Hawks wanted to be destroyed, because putting himself back together was never an option. He wanted Dabi to grind his soul into powder until there was no chance it would ever move again.
And Dabi finally understood why the hero followed him so obsessively. Why this commission pet always went off script around *him.*
It wasn't just attraction. But annihilation.
Dabi grabbed Hawks by the chin, forcing the hero to look at him clearly. "You really have no one else, do you?" His voice came rough, but lacked any cruelty.
And Hawksā amused expression fell. It fell into a deep, painful, and exhausted sadness as he let Dabi handle him. His jaw turning soft and lax agaisnt a stapled palm, and tight fingers, holding his head up.
Hawks had made the comment jokingly.
Thatās how this started.
He had just been wanting Dabi to stop being so slow and gentle, he had wanted Dabi to touch him
Fuck him.
*Own* him.
So when a simple, āyouāre being uncharacteristically gentle,ā led into another, simple, "maybe I don't want to scare you off,ā which ended in, "says the one guy who I would let choke me to death, or brand my thigh if he wanted,ā full of dry humor.
Which was all it took for Dabi to finally realize that Hawksā was destined, much like himself, from the second they met,
To die.
So he let their next kiss tell Hawks, not in words, how sorry he is for how both their lives have played out.
How heāll make it better. And empty.