im so sad to have my hawks revival now of all times bc i miss in 2020-2021 when everyone and their mothers were thirsting over him and the fanfics were SOOOOO GOOOD 😭😭😭 bring it back PLEASEEE writers i will do anything 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Hello! I’m seeking either a hotwings or endhawks rp partner! I’m open to either playing hawks or the other character we decide on. I was hoping to do in universe or cannon some what compliant but I’m open for discussion!
A/N: this was meant to be a drabble. Oops. Originally inspired by @birf’s vampire dabihawks. Header belongs to birf as well give them all your love. Check out the Post Script for additional info on the story background.
CW: blood, trans character (ftm), gender and body dysphoria, slight non con elements initially but consent later, oral sex, gore, mostly blood and possible triggers for trans readers.
Additional Note: Written from perspective of trans character, so if terms need clarified just ask. Message me if you want to know specific things if you might be triggered by them. I am more than happy to make sure the read is enjoyable and not triggering.
WC: 2400
Hawks doesn’t know how it happened. He’s not even alive anymore so how would he even be able to perform a bodily function that is solely for the living. That and he’s not had one for years, decades now since being turned. It’s as much of a shock as it is a mystery to him when he sees the little droplets of red on his boxers.
At first he thinks he must have just gotten sloppy during a feeding, but it soon becomes clear that the blood is coming from him. He tries to come up with some sort of explanation for it as he sits there staring at the bit of red tinged almost mucus like substance spread between his fingers. It’s so hard to believe that it doesn’t even fully hit him until he’s trying to find a pad or a tampon in the cabinets of the dark house.
He slumps down against the wall of the master bathroom. The contents of the cabinets are strewn about, a futile search which he assumed would be the case. He just didn’t want to think about it fully as he rooted through the contents of the cabinet. But now he’s hyper aware of the sensations he’s not had in years. That sickening feeling of something wet being forced out of his body, the dull pain in his abdomen, the oncoming headache. He puts his head in his hands, not noticing the presence of another person in the room until the familiar sound of Dabi’s voice breaks the silence.
“Find what you were looking for?”
Hawks brings his face up. Dabi is leaning against the doorframe, dressed in loungewear which Hawks will never be able to fully get over. The centuries old vampire wearing sweats and a shirt that says ‘bite me’ with a cartoon mouth with fangs. Dabi’s long fingers tap against his arm as he looks down at Hawks.
“Uh,” Hawks realizes he’d been crying and quickly wipes away the tears, “No. I’m good. I… uh…”
He knows he must be bright red, embarrassed by this whole situation. It doesn’t help that his emotions feel like they’re all trying to get out at once. Stupid fucking hormones or whatever the fuck this is. He wants to disappear. Just fade into one of the dark corners of the house, never to be seen again.
“Keigo,” Dabi’s gravely voice is closer now and Hawks opens his eyes to see the other vampire’s face inches from his.
Hawks looks away. “S-sorry. I’ll get out of your room. I uh-”
He’s silenced by a cold finger to his lips while Dabi blinks slowly at him. He keeps the finger at his lips as his eyes drift down over Hawks body. When they land at Hawks’ hips the pupils dilate slightly and Hawks bites back more tears. Of course Dabi knows. How could he not? It’s fuckin blood and Dabi was the one turned him.
Dabi knows the sound of Hawks breath, the beat of his heart, the pounding of blood in his veins. He savored it all as he drained the life out of Hawks so many years ago. When he decided to turn Hawks, everything of Hawks became privy to him, even the parts of himself Hawks hated. So it was no surprise that Dabi knew.
Hawks swallows. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how...”
He doesn’t know why he feels the need to apologize, but it feels like he’s done something wrong. More fat tears spill down his cheeks as he looks at the floor, unable to make eye contact with the ethereal blue of Dabi’s eyes. He jumps as Dabi’s arms suddenly wind around him. Dabi lifts him with ease and Hawks tries not to be too awkward in his arms as the elder vampire carries him to the large bed in the middle of the room. He deposits Hawks there on the satin sheets and Hawks feels instantly out of place.
He curls into himself, holding his ankles as he still refuses to meet Dabi’s eyes. He’s been in Dabi’s chambers before, but never privileged enough to be sat upon the luxurious bed he knows has held countless lovers, flings, feedings. Whatever Dabi decides to do in his spare time has never been any of Hawks’ businesses. Until now that is.
Dabi is hovering above the bed, looking down at Hawks in a way he hasn’t since the day he sunk those fangs into his neck. The expression makes the back of Hawks’ neck hot and he finds himself automatically bringing a hand up to shield the area. There’s nothing to protect, however. He can feel the gouges from Dabi’s fangs still there in his skin.
Dabi sits down on the bed and Hawks feels one of his hands come to rest on his knee. “Are you going to hide? Or let me take care of you?”
Hawks blinks, finally looking at Dabi, feeling his stomach drop at the expression on his face. Dabi’s pupils are wide and he looks hungry.
Hawks backs away. “I.. It’s okay. I’ll figure it out. I don’t wanna bother you.”
Dabi tsks his tongue and Hawks is suddenly on his back with Dabi between his legs, looking at him through those hypnotizing eyes. “It’s not a bother.”
Dabi’s low growl has shivers going down Hawks’ spine and he lets Dabi’s long fingers strip him of his pants and boxers. When he feels the rush of air against his cunt Hawks puts a hand down, trying to cover himself, but it’s stopped by Dabi.
“I said I’d take care of you.”
Dabi’s tone is a tad dangerous. A warning. Hawks reluctantly pulls his hand away, covering his face instead as he gives Dabi a full view of himself. There’s a bit of red tinged slick stuck to the outside of his inner lips. His fat, compact cock peeks out from under messy blonde pubes. It’s pronounced than usual, and more sensitive he finds as he suddenly feels something hot and wet lave over it.
“D-dahhh ahhh! Fuck.”
Dabi’s tongue has Hawks’ twitching from just merely running it under his cock. Hawks bites his lip, cheeks red as he lets Dabi explore more of him. Dabi’s tongue traces through Hawks’ folds and briefly dips into him. The sensation puts a sour feeling in the pit of Hawks’ stomach and Dabi must notice the change in Hawks’ body language as he pulls back ever so slightly.
Dabi adjusts, moving his mouth back to Hawks’ dick. He nudges his tongue at the top, then lightly over the head before sucking. Hawks goes rigid. It feels like electricity is shooting down his spine. He’s had people give him oral before, but never in the way he wanted. This, having Dabi’s soft lips wrapped around his cock, this has him panting and shaking, nearly cumming.
He puts a shaky hand out, testing whether or not he’s allowed to touch Dabi. His fingers slide through the soft white tresses and Dabi makes a small noise that Hawks’ takes to be permission. He’s always wondered whether Dabi’s hair was as soft as it looked. It feels almost as soft as the sheets beneath them, steadily becoming wet as Dabi sucks off Hawks expertly.
Hawks fists his hand in Dabi’s hair as he feels Dabi’s teeth bump against the head of his cock. His legs shake and he tries to warn Dabi, but cums before he can say anything. He pulls on Dabi’s hair as he does, holding on as he rides out an orgasm that has his body betraying him as he feels slick starting to drip down between his asscheeks.
“Sh-shit. I’m s-sorr.. Fuck!”
He arches off the bed as Dabi starts to suck up the slick dripping out of Hawks. He doesn’t move his tongue anywhere aside from the occasional flick against Hawks’ cock. The sensations of Dabi’s lips against him don’t have Hawks spiraling into a dysphoric episode. It’s rather the opposite as Dabi tests his fangs against the inside of Hawks’ thigh.
Every press of Dabi’s lips against his skin has more arousal building up in the pit of Hawks’ stomach. He doesn’t even care that he can feel slick and assumed menstrual blood seeping out of him because Dabi’s mouth is heavenly. Even the sharp sting from his fangs as they sink into the meaty flesh of Hawk’s thigh has ripples of pleasure shooting through him.
“Dabi.. Ahhh hah..”
Hawks can’t help but squirm a bit as Dabi’s teeth pull out of him. Dabi puts a hand on his stomach, pressing down to still him and Hawks whimpers when Dabi’s tongue laves over the twin punctures.
Dabi’s voice rumbles from between his legs, “Can I pleasure you here?”
Hawks feels Dabi’s tongue dip into him and his body tenses. He can’t deny that it does feel good, but that anxious feeling curls in his stomach and he closes his legs around Dabi’s head.
Dabi speaks again, “Let me change my phrasing.”
His eyes meet Hawks’ and his expression is intense. There’s a bit of red on his chin and Hawks can see the points of his canines from under his top lips. They’re bared and the sight sends heat down Hawks’ shoulders. Dabi licks his lips once before asking agin.
“I want your consent to feed.”
Hawks‘ stomach drops. “F-feed?”
Dabi doesn’t reply, just watches Hawks with dark eyes. Hawks doesn’t need clarification on what Dabi means. Dabi’s mouth rests right at Hawks’ entrance, he can feel the heat from his breath. Hawks bites his lip as it trembles a bit, but then he closes his eyes and nods.
He keeps his eyes shut tight as he hears Dabi make a soft noise. It almost sounds like a fucking purr as he presses his face into Hawks’ sopping folds. Dabi’s tongue moves to press inside of him and every muscle in Hawks’ body tenses.
He fights through the negative emotions that instantly come to the surface, trying to tell himself it’s different from that. Sure Dabi is eating him out, but he’s also feeding, which is entirely different. Hawks keeps that thought at the forefront of his mind as Dabi’s tongue curls inside of him.
Hawks’ hands fist in the sheets and his hips cant upward subconsciously. Dabi’s hands smooth over Hawks’ inner thighs. He puts pressure above the bite he gave Hawks earlier and Hawks feels the hint of pain, savoring it a bit as he tries to ignore the automatic reactions of his body.
Dabi’s tongue inside of him has him steadily getting wetter and more aroused. He can feel his muscles twitch and tighten as Dabi works his way deeper into him. Dabi’s teeth press against Hawks’ engorged lips as he tries to force his tongue in as far as he can.
He brushes the wet muscle against a spot that Hawks hasn’t touched in years and it has a whimper coming from Hawks as his hips jerk. Dabi’s hands tighten around his legs and he pulls Hawks closer to him, starting what Hawks can only think to describe as an assault on his pussy.
Dabi’s teeth clip at his inner lips as he sucks. His tongue writhes inside of Hawks and Hawks feels more pleasure starting to coil up. He puts both his hands in Dabi’s hair, trying not to pull, but also holding on as Dabi scoots him up further on the bed, his nose bumping the underside of Hawks’ cock.
Hawks makes a little noise that Dabi clearly picks up on as he angles his head to put pressure on Hawks’ cock. Inside of him, Dabi’s tongue curls, somehow reaching deep enough to press against that spot that has Hawks’ trembling. The slight drag of Dabi’s canines over his overstimulated hole has Hawks cumming again, holding onto Dabi‘s hair with a vice grip.
As Dabi pulls away, Hawks dares to glance at him as he comes down from his second orgasm. Dabi looks insane. Parts of his white hair stick out in places where Hawks has mussed it. His eyes are heavy lidded, the brilliant blue just a hint around his blown pupils. There’s blood and slick smeared over his face. He looks crazed, like a feral animal.
Hawks’ breath hitches as Dabi looks at him. His eyes are slightly unfocused, but they stay on Hawks’ face as Dabi moves a hand to hook under one of Hawks’ knees. He raises his leg, putting it over his shoulder as he presses his face to the unmarred skin of Hawks’ other thigh.
Hawks shivers as Dabi runs his tongue over the flesh. He noses his way into the dip of Hawks’ pelvis and Hawks shivers. There’s wet saliva dripping on his skin as Dabi opens his mouth and then there’s a searing pain that has Hawks crying out.
“Fuck! AH! Shit..”
Tears come to his eyes as he feels the full strength of Dabi’s jaw, nearly breaking into the bone of Hawks’ femur. The pain is intense and warm liquid starts to pool under Hawks as Dabi pulls back for a moment before latching onto the gouges he’s made.
He sucks with fervor and Hawks’ head falls back on the bed. His vision swims and there’s a dull ache throughout his body. Dabi’s teeth pierce his skin again, widening the holes. Salacious, wet noises echo through the bedroom as Dabi greedily swallows the blood pouring out of the artery he’s opened in Hawks’ thigh. There’s a ringing that starts in Hawks’ ears, but then Dabi’s voice is there.
“You’re hemorrhaging.”
“Hmmm?” Hawks slurs, his body heavy.
There’s silence for a moment and then one of Dabi’s hands comes to cup Hawks side, a grounding, if not possessive touch as Hawks feels the pads of Dabi’s fingers dig into his skin.
Dabi’s voice fades in and out slightly. “I’ll take care of it.” His lips press against Hawks’ stomach, leaving a bloody kiss, “Bad blood is all it was.”
He moves his lips up Hawks’ limp body, trailing red smeared marks until he reaches Hawks’ neck. Hawks’ head lolls to the side, waiting for Dabi to open the old bite marks there. Instead he feels the soft press of Dabi’s lips against his.
His mind is so foggy he half convinces himself he’s hallucinating. But he can taste the tang of iron on Dabi’s tongue as it sweeps along his bottom lip. Dabi’s lips brush against his as he whispers something too soft to hear. It’s somehow soothing, allowing Hawks’ to let go of the negative tension and anxiety and go pliant in Dabi’s arms. It’s only bliss as Dabi kisses him again.
“Just bad blood. That’s all.”
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Post Script: my idea of vampires involves them not necessarily having “blood” anymore aside from what they intake. They’re dead essentially so no blood is being cycled through their own bodies. Dabi broke the femoral artery in Hawks’ thigh which is the main blood vessel to the lower body. So Hawks is bleeding out or just expelling the current blood he has. I like to think vampires don’t need to eat as often so when they do it’s kinda like snakes where they go a long time between meals. I do also have a sorta explanation as to how Hawks could have had a “period” despite being dead which would negate the need for HRT since his own body isn’t producing any hormones, estrogen or testosterone.
PPS: If people are interested I can expand or continue this. I just have in depth ideas that include boring medical stuff. Anyway. Hope you enjoyed.
