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Day 1 for dabihawks week 🫶 soulmate au
The blue wall of fire behind which the last phoenix is allowed to live.
Day 6 - In another world (Any AU)
Dabi's Guide To Playing With Your Food
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.
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION
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
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“Y’know, I don’t mind the taste of it.”
Hawks raises an eyebrow.
“It?”
“Human flesh.”
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.
He wants to keep Hawks for himself forever.
“You’re delicious, pretty bird,” Dabi slurs, “So fucking tasty. All mine. Mine forever.”
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.
After all, it probably would be.
dabihawksweek26 - day 6 / In Another World
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
Banner art by @lura-valentine For @hokusu
The shadows weren’t monsters. That would’ve been too easy. They were him. One was hunched over. Another was trying to fly. A third was just perfectly still with the glowing, dissociated gaze. Fragments of a mind, scattered across an obsidian floor that went on forever.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dissociation, Body Horror, Liminal Horror, Bureaucratic Horror, Psychological Horror, Institutional Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Medical Trauma, Psychological Distress, Emotional Distress, Trauma Responses, Dissociation, Self-Erasure, Self-Neglect, Identity Crisis, Sensory Issues, Panic, Overwhelm, Existential Dread, Implied Death
Read Chapter One HERE
Day 2 using an old prompt list for this one, royal au!!
Princess Touya and her lady knight <3
Day 3 memories 💙
Afflicted
DabiHawksWeek2026 Day One: S*x Quirk
@dabihawksweeks
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! SUMMARY AND TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION
Word Count: 4,077 words
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Summary: Dabi’s afflicted with a Lust Quirk, so he starts sexting Hawks in the middle of a meeting. As the Quirk’s effects progress, he finds himself begging harder than he ever has before.
Tags: S3x Quirk, swearing, DabiHawks, heavy smut, DabiHawks Week 2026 (SEE AO3 LINK FOR EXHASTIVE TAGS!)
Author's Note: SUPERSCAR by Adéla <3
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Dabi didn’t have the best track record of analyzing Quirks. His preference for battle was slash and burn, long-ranged combat. He’d rather turn everything to ashes than come into direct contact with anyone. So, naturally, the one time he let a rogue villain get too close, it bit him in the ass…hard.
Dabi knew little about Lust Quirks other than their activation was highly forbidden in modern society. Dabi understood why, after all, it was a method of compulsive seduction, rendering their target unable to be satiated until the effects wore off.
The last thing Dabi ever expected was to be on the receiving end of a Lust Quirk.
One touch. That’s all it took.
He ran up and grabbed Dabi’s shoulder in the middle of the fight, right before he turned to ash. He didn’t even know that the villain had one until a few hours later, when the effects began to rear their heads.
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Dabi’s in the middle of a meeting when it happens.
Need.
Dabi winces as the word burns into his brain for a brief moment, soaking into his bones and traveling throughout his whole body in a concentrated, rapid burst before it disappears just as quickly. Geten barely turns to glare at him beneath his hood, looking Dabi up and down as his beady eyes narrow.
“What?” Dabi mutters under his breath, lip curling.
“You twitched,” Geten whispers matter-of-factly.
“Fuck’re you talking about?” Dabi mumbles with an edge to his tone.
“You never twitch. You always sit there and do nothing the whole time.”
“It’s cold in here, moron. Out of all the idiots in here, you should know that,” Dabi retorts. Geten seems to shrug, turning his attention back to Carmine’s Number One Advisor.
Need…Hawks…
Dabi fights the subtle urge to flinch and double over as a wave of malaise sweeps through him. He clenches his jaw, trying to ignore the very apparent thoughts that somehow don’t seem to be his. He’s not consciously thinking them, and yet, they’re pulsing through his mind and his soul. It’s a low level of desperate hunger, barely peeking out from the void. He doesn’t need to text his pet Pro in the middle of the day for a booty call. That’s ridiculous. Dabi has more important things to worry about-
Need Hawks. NOW.
Dabi’s fingernails dig into the arms of his chair as he grips it for dear life. Whatever’s happening to him, it’s getting worse.
‘I can just text him…I’ve texted in the middle of meetings before. Besides, Toga’s loudmouth will let me know anything important Carmine has to reveal.’
Dabi reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, covering it halfway with his hand to protect it from Geten’s prying eyes. He opens his messages with Hawks and starts typing.
You: hey pretty bird. u wanna come over?
Dabi stares at the phone as his heart thumps against his ribcage.
Birdie: Like now?
You: yes. now.
Need touch.
That’s more specific, and it makes a shiver run down Dabi’s spine. There’s a visceral emptiness leaking out of Dabi’s chest and spreading to the pit of his stomach…and the emptiness is starting to burn.
Need Hawks’ touch.
Need to touch.
Need to be touched.
Birdie: R u sure?
Dabi swallows an aggravated snarl as he furiously texts Hawks back.
You: if ur not on ur knees in the next 10 mins i’m going 2 light something on fire
The thought makes Dabi’s eyes soften, eyebrows raising; a hushed, breathless sigh leaves his lips.
Make me feel good.
Need to feel good.
Need to feel good NOW.
What the fuck is wrong with him?! Dabi gulps, shoving his phone in his pocket before he starts typing on his laptop. The moment he presses the enter key, his heart sinks. The database shows the name of the villain he encountered earlier in the day…and his registered Quirk is a Lust Quirk.
Geten steals a glance before fully turning his head to leer at Dabi in disgust.
“That’s what’s wrong with you?! You would let your guard down that easily,” Geten snorts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Shut the fuck up, brat. Or I’ll make you,” Dabi hisses, a singular wisp of blue flame licking out of the side of his mouth. “He’s dead.”
“You’re gonna wish you were by the end of the day,” Geten remarks, “You better go off and see what your precious little hero is doing.”
SCREECH!
Dabi’s chair obnoxiously skitters across the floor when he promptly stands up, snatching his laptop in one hand and smacking the back of Geten’s head with the other as he turns on his heel and walks out of the darkened room.
“HEY!” Geten screams, only for Dabi to flick him off as he slams the door behind him.
Dabi pulls his phone out of his pocket.
Birdie: I’d love to, but I’m a little busy right now. Can it wait an hour?
How does he even phrase that he needs Hawks like he needs air?
You: No. I’m sick.
Birdie: Sick?
Dabi growls under his breath as he stalks toward his bedroom. He’s starting to overheat, the overwhelming sensation sinking in his gut like a stone before bleeding into his crotch. Shit, he’s getting hard.
You: Lust Quirk.
Every second that Dabi’s left on read feels like an eternity when he wrenches the doorknob to his room, kicking it shut behind him before sliding his laptop onto his desk. He kicks off his boots, shrugging off his jacket before sitting on the edge of his bed.
Birdie: I can help. Kinda.
You: if u don’t i’m gonna start helping myself
Birdie: Do that anyway.
Hawks says touch yourself.
Touch yourself.
Touch yourself.
Touch yourself.
Dabi gasps, swearing as he palms his boner through his pants. Fuck, the friction is ethereal…it’s ecstasy…it’s…
“Hawks,” Dabi moans before he can stop himself, leaning back and perching himself up on one elbow as he rocks into his palm.
Want.
Want so bad.
Want to feel good so bad.
The lusty mantra consumes Dabi’s psyche, and he unbuckles his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull his cock out of his boxers. He nearly cries out when his hand grips his dick, soaked in precum and gushing.
You: Need ur mouth on me.
Birdie: I’d love to put my mouth on you. On your neck. On your nipples. On your dick. Anywhere you want.
“Oh, birdie,” Dabi moans, voice lilting to an uncharacteristic high pitch as he pants, letting the fantasy smother his barely-there sanity and consciousness.
Pin me. Take me. Eat me alive.
Birdie: Bet you’d taste so good. I’ve heard Lust Quirks make your cum sweet.
Dabi raises an eyebrow, looking at his pre-cum-drenched hand. He releases his cock, swallowing a whine as he lifts his fingers to his lips. Shamelessly, he shoves a finger in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks his own fluids.
Whaddya know? Hawks is right. Dabi’s normally salty flavor has been replaced with a syrupy caramel taste.
‘Fuck. I bet he’d love that.’
Using his free hand, Dabi picks up his phone and slowly types.
You: ur favorite flavor. come over and try for urself
Dabi stifles a moan as he lazily jerks himself off, biting his bottom lip as he imagines Hawks between his legs.
Birdie: Sorry. Not while you’re “sick”
Dabi pouts.
You: Not even to watch me?
The seconds of waiting are agonizing.
Birdie: Fine.
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It only took a few minutes after that text for the Quirk’s effects to come crashing down on Dabi in an avalanche.
His heartbeat flutters, and his chest is tight as he cringes at the layer of sweat on his skin. He started sweating so badly that he had to peel off all his clothes. Somehow, it’s still too hot, but it’s an entirely different heat than the kind Dabi is used to.
Dabi’s jaw clenches so tightly it’s a miracle he doesn’t shatter his teeth. The grinding noise scratches off the inside of his skull, grating against his brain and forming a hellish echo chamber.
He feels like every bit of blood in his body has shot straight to his dick…and no matter how much he comes…it won’t let up.
Dabi’s never been this insatiable in his life.
By the time Hawks climbs through Dabi’s window, the villain has already resorted to using his own cum as lube. Dabi’s naked, leaned up against his headboard, sweating like he’s been running marathons nonstop. His hair is plastered to his forehead; his skin is flushed, and his muscles shake. Cum is splattered up his chest, on his thighs, and dripping down his balls.
“You look like shit,” Hawks chuckles, but his voice makes Dabi’s head snap up, eyes locking onto the Pro Hero. Hawks’ feathers stiffen instinctively as if he’s been caught in the sights of a predator.
“Hawks,” Dabi sighs his name like a prayer, blissed out and eyes glazed as he lazily jacks off. “You’re here.”
“I said I was gonna come babysit you,” Hawks taunts as he shrugs off his jacket and unzips his boots.
Dabi’s face momentarily contorts into disdain.
“Don’t need babysitting. Need you to touch me,” He spits.
Touch me.
Touch me.
Fuck yes.
Right there.
Touch me.
So close.
He’s stuttering under his breath as if his brain is working faster than his mouth can keep up, repeating the same words and phrases over and over in a rush, speech slurring and lips trembling.
“Fuck,” Dabi moans, toes curling as he cums for probably the sixth time in the past hour. His dick stings from the friction burn, and, regrettably, Dabi can feel it, considering it’s one of the only parts of his body not charred.
“Hurts so good, baby,” Dabi slurs, inky black pupils swallowing his turquoise irises; his voice sounds scratchier than normal, hoarse from the near-constant panting and moaning. Dabi’s never looked more pathetic and whipped, and Hawks knows he’s embarrassed.
“You want me to just sit in a corner?”
“Shut up,” Dabi snaps, only for his voice to dissolve into a lewd cracking noise, “Fuck, I need you to get me in a mating press.”
Hawks’ eyes widen as he cocks an eyebrow.
“A what?”
Hawks’ answer is another breathy groan, and he sends a feather to press against Dabi’s chest. Breath hisses sharply through Hawks’ teeth as he grimaces; the villain is burning up more than usual, and his heart rate is concerning.
“Dabi. Take a breath for a second,” He urges, grabbing the empty cup sitting on his desk before walking into Dabi’s bathroom.
“Can’t,” Dabi wails, hips canting as he ruts into his hand, shivering at the overstimulation. “Can’t stop. Never stop.”
Hawks has only ever heard of Lust Quirk cases; he’s never actually been part of one. The effects can be fatal if left unchecked, and Dabi’s about to dehydrate himself straight to hell. He turns on the sink, filling the cup with cool water before walking back to Dabi.
SHIK! SHIK! SHIK!
Scarlet feathers surge through the air, wrapping around Dabi’s wrists and forcing them away from his nethers. Dabi protests until Hawks climbs onto the bed, sitting on his lower thighs below the drying mess.
“Drink.” Hawks’ words aren’t a suggestion as he holds the cup of water to Dabi’s lips. Dabi eagerly gulps it down, making direct eye contact with Hawks the entire time. Hawks snatches the cup.
“Uh-uh. Not too fast. I’m not gonna have you throwing up everywhere,” Hawks clicks his tongue before gently resting the cup against his mouth once again.
“Yes, sir,” Dabi replies without missing a beat, ignoring the shame and heat in his cheeks as he sips the water, breathing heavily through his nose. Hawks’ frown slowly ticks upward at the edges; he runs a hand through Dabi’s sweat-soaked locks. Dabi moans, leaning into the touch as his eyes flutter shut.
It isn’t long before his moan dissolves into a whimper…and then into a wailing whine.
“Wanna be inside you so bad. Need you. Need your touch. Bad,” Dabi stammers inside the cup, his voice echoing.
“Neither of us is doing anything until you finish that water cup,” Hawks commands, and it makes Dabi shiver.
More feathers whisk away into Dabi’s bathroom, and Dabi can hear more running water before they return with soaked rags.
Hawks snatches one before delicately blotting Dabi’s forehead and then moving to clean the spent off of him.
The contact nearly sends Dabi into the stratosphere.
“Touchmetouchmetouchme,” Dabi slurs together in a single word, desperate and unconsciously. He hiccups, and Hawks notices the rivulets of blood seeping down his eye scars.
“Shhhh. Shhhhh,” Hawks hushes him, another feather rushing to dab at his damp, bloody cheeks as Dabi begins to sob.
Dabi can’t believe he’s crying. He’s never going to be able to live this down. The effect is at its peak.
NEED. NEED. NEED.
Dabi rolls his hips, cock bouncing at full mast, inches away from making contact with Hawks. Hawks swallows thickly, trying his best not to risk getting aroused. He doesn’t want to do anything intimate with Dabi while he’s in this state. Sure, they’ve fucked before…more than a few times…but still. He believes that, in this state, he’d be taking advantage of him, no matter how much he begs.
“C’mon, pretty bird. Dontcha wanna sing with me?” Dabi half-laughs, half-groans through intermittent sniffles. The villain is so overwhelmed that he might as well rip off his own skin. Nothing will ever be enough.
“Gotta feel good. Gotta feel good or-”
“Dabi, I don’t wanna do anything that you don’t actually wanna do. This is just the Quirk talking,” Hawks interrupts as he starts to push himself off Dabi. Dabi’s throat constricts with desperation.
“Please, Hawks. Please, get on top of me. You don’t have to touch it. You don’t have to let me fuck you. Just need you. Need your touch so fucking bad. Please!” Dabi stammers, chest heaving.
The hero’s conflicted. Dabi’s clearly in intense distress. Could he compartmentalize this enough to view it as just another job?
“You’re sure?”
WANT YOU NOW.
NEED YOU NOW.
SKIN ON MY SKIN.
“Yes!” Dabi bawls, the sensation drawing his balls up so tight he wonders if they’ll explode.
Hawks carefully puts his body weight on top of Dabi, straddling him just above his cock and resting down before leaning forward so they’re chest to chest.
“Fuck! F-fuck! Yes!” Dabi screams out in such a way you’d think he was getting the best lay of his life.
“Fuck, you smell so good. Fuck,” Dabi pants as he struggles against the feathers keeping his wrists at bay.
“Dabi…just breathe. You’ll be okay,” Hawks whispers, trying to soothe the villain. Dabi deliberately inhales with a shudder, his breath coming back out of his mouth in a shaky sigh. He closes his eyes, indulging in the sensation of Hawks’ warm, perfect skin on his.
Hawks.
Mine.
Touch me.
Forever.
“I did some research on the way over. It won’t last much longer. You’re almost over the hump, okay? The worst is happening right now. In a few hours, it’ll be over. It’ll all be over,” Hawks reassures him, but Dabi doesn’t pay attention.
“Want you. Want you to ruin me,” Dabi drones, voice raspy and low.
“Dabi…”
“I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise,” He croaks, red rushing to the thin swath of healthy flesh between the scars on his face.
Hawks recalls his feathers back to his wings, turning his head to tenderly kiss the shell of Dabi’s ear. The villain gasps, back arching.
HAWKS’ LIPS ON ME.
NEED.
NEED.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Dabi whimpers, blushing cherry red as the sensations of raw pleasure shoot through his veins. The heat pools in his lower back and builds in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna come just from you kissing me.”
Hawks decides that there’s no harm in simply making out with Dabi, so he leans back before smashing their lips together. Dabi’s tongue slithers into Hawks’ mouth without a second thought, hot and commanding, yet he surrenders completely when it meets Hawks’.
“Can’t stop it. Can’t stop it,” Dabi moans into the sloppy kiss, and Hawks pulls him even closer, hands running through Dabi’s hair. Dabi’s climax shoots down his spine like lightning, and he digs his fingernails into the fabric of Hawks’ shirt as something warm drips down Hawks’ lower back.
He needed to wash this shirt anyway.
The hero zealously devours Dabi’s sounds of pleasure as his cock hardens in his cargo pants, and Dabi’s subtle movements prove that the villain’s just as aware of the development.
Dabi breaks from the kiss with a cry of pain.
“Am I gonna break my dick?” Dabi sobs, “Feels like it’s gonna fucking crack.”
“No. Not unless you do something stupid,” Hawks chuckles.
“Please, don’t tell anyone about this,” Dabi blubbers, sniffling as he goes into a coughing fit.
“I’d never,” Hawks promises, reconnecting their lips once more as Dabi’s hands find their way to the back of his neck. The kiss is greedy and animalistic, all tongue and teeth and lust.
NEED MORE.
“It’s starting again,” Dabi whines, cringing as the devastating desire poisons his essence. “Just touch me, Hawks, I can’t fucking take it anymore. Just take your clothes off and use me.”
“Dabi, I don’t wanna take advantage of you-”
“You’re not taking advantage of me, idiot!” Dabi blurts in frustration.
“Yes, I would be!” Hawks counters.
“HELP ME!” Dabi shouts, eyes glowing, “You wanna be a stupid hero?! Save me then!”
Hawks’ morals and logic wrestle with the situation at hand. He’s supposed to prove himself…that’s part of the mission. With a heavy sigh, Hawks climbs off of Dabi and strips down. The villain drools, transfixed by the sight.
The moment Hawks lowers himself, sitting in Dabi’s lap, Dabi’s head falls back into the pillow as he sighs in relief.
“Fuck…fuck…that feels…so much better…so much better…” His labored, erratic breathing finally evens out as he focuses on how his tingling dick throbs inside.
“Feels so good…and warm…you’re warm…” Dabi continues, opening his eyes to look up at the hero. Hawks is starting to lose his resolve, biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows as his expression contorts into ecstasy. Maybe it’s his imagination, but Dabi seems bigger than usual. Thicker. Harder.
MOVE.
Dabi shallowly rocks his hips, pulling a lewd noise from Hawks’ throat that almost makes Dabi come on the spot. Every thrust is equal parts pain and pleasure for the villain; the Quirk effects cloud his judgment and his senses.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Hawks sighs Dabi’s name as he rides him, reaching down to grip his pecs and flick his thumbs at his nipples. The combined stimulation lights Dabi’s nerves up like a wildfire, and he feels lightheaded as the bliss ravages his mind. The tingling sensation spreads from his scalp to his extremities, bleeding out into his fingertips as they dig into the hero’s tan hips.
His muscles tense up, writhing beneath Hawks as he twitches deep inside.
Finally, the dam breaks and then tension snaps, and Hawks keens as Dabi’s breath hitches, painting the hero’s insides until he has nothing left to give…for at least a few seconds.
Hawks lifts himself off as Dabi weeps, mouth dry and staples loose.
“Dabi…you need a break,” Hawks murmurs, kissing his lover.
“Can you fuck me?” Dabi groans breathlessly as he pulls away.
“Dabi-I-”
“Please!”
“I can’t! I can’t do that to you when you’re like this!” Hawks tries to put his foot down.
Dabi sobs like a child throwing a tantrum, pathetic and ugly and bombastic.
“It hurts!” Dabi spits, venom leaching into his desperate, pleading tone. He’s getting pissed off. Why can’t Hawks put aside his morals just once? The singular time Dabi is groveling, Hawks won’t give him what he wants.
“I swear to God if you don’t do it, I’m gonna burst into flames,” Dabi blurts through tears and spittle.
“Dabi, you’re being ridiculous,” Hawks rolls his eyes, getting fed up with the whole shitshow.
“If you fuck me into a coma, I might be able to sleep it off,” Dabi proposes, sniffling as he wipes away the mess on his face.
“I don’t think I could do that even if I tried,” Hawks sighs, but Dabi’s eyes are trained on the hero’s erection.
“You didn’t get off yet. Lemme help you with that,” Dabi exhorts.
“You can keep jerking off, Dabi. It’ll help. Like I said, it’ll wear off soon.”
“I can’t touch my dick anymore, Hawks, it hurts too bad,” Dabi wails, nearly choking on his own crimson tears.
Hawks’ eyebrows furrow.
Dabi’s not going to let him leave until he does this.
It’s not that Hawks doesn’t want to…he’s just worried about what Dabi really wants when he’s in this state.
The hero takes a deep breath as a feather zips to Dabi’s nightstand, popping open the drawer and bringing a bottle of lube to him.
YES.
Dabi’s internal monologue is incessant and unforgiving. He’s so vulnerable that it’s corroding him from the inside out. Dabi feels sick, and the only antidote is Hawks’ dick, apparently.
The moment Hawks’ tip breaches Dabi’s hole, he pulls his knees to his chest, ensuring that Hawks slips in as deep as he possibly can. He wants the hero to leave him utterly wrecked. He craves it. He craves Hawks.
Dabi’s breathy, horny mumbling is music to Hawks’ ears, and the hero picks up on every subtle “oh yeah” and “fuck” and “Hawks” and “more” that spills from the villain’s mismatched lips.
Hawks is quite familiar with the angles and positions Dabi favors, and he treats the villain to the pace that has him moaning like a pornstar.
YES! YES! YES!
“Oh god, Hawks, right there!” Dabi curses, his voice pitching higher and higher as the heat of the moment absorbs every sense of self-preservation he has. Fuck, the cries and barely-distinguishable words bursting out of Dabi send Hawks to cloud nine. He’s getting off on how whipped the villain is for him, even if it’s amplified by a Quirk. It’s tantalizing.
“You’re so pretty, Dabi. So good. So sexy,” Hawks grunts between thrusts, bending forward to sloppily kiss Dabi’s spit-sticky lips. He vaguely tastes iron from his splitting scars, ignoring it but mentally noting to help him clean up later.
Dabi’s getting close, stars pulsing behind his closed eyelids as Hawks pulls back to grind against his prostate. His nails dig into Hawks’ rippling back muscles hard enough to draw blood, but it doesn’t faze the hero whatsoever.
They break the kiss with heavy breaths, eyes locked and blushes burning.
“Come with me, Hawks,” Dabi purrs in a needy, seductive tone. “Come with me, yeah?”
“Gettin’ there,” Hawks huffs, hips rocking as the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin bounces off the walls. Fire prickles beneath Dabi’s skin, whether from the Lust Quirk or his own Quirk is anyone’s guess. Dabi’s insides spasm, squeezing Hawks in the most delicious way as the pleasure builds.
“Gonna be a big one,” Dabi whines, eyes nearly going comically crossed as his eyelashes flutter.
Dabi’s euphoric screams when he orgasms can probably be heard throughout the whole villa, but that’s a consequence that’ll be addressed later. His vision whites…then fades to black.
Meanwhile, Hawks sings Dabi’s name out as his balls empty into his lover, muscles twitching; he struggles to catch his breath. His vision refocuses.
Dabi’s passed out.
Hawks sighs in relief as he brushes his hair back from his face with his hand.
“Whaddya know…I did fuck you into a coma,” Hawks laughs to himself before pressing a chaste kiss to Dabi’s forehead. Carefully, he pulls out with a grunt, trying not to stir Dabi as he climbs off of him. He presses the back of his hand to his forehead, nodding to himself when he realizes he’s no longer burning up. He’ll help him change out his staples and clean his scars in the morning. It’s the least he could do.
Hawks rests on the bed beside Dabi, eyelids drooping from exhaustion.
He slips into a dreamless sleep to the sound of Dabi’s breathing.