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starscour · 2 years
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(mythology au) the prince and the demigod. 
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tellingandyelling · 2 months
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A silly Dabihawks AU….
Where Keigo is convinced by the Commission that if he falls in love, he’ll be cursed with bad luck. Only this “curse” is actually his repressed bird traits.
But, when you’re told your entire life that wanting to chicken dance in front of your crush in public, build nests for them using grocery store display cases, constantly touching any shiny jewelry they wear, and sharing food “lady and the tramp” style is bad luck, well, what else is Keigo supposed to believe?
So, he comes to terms with being a bachelor for life, wanting to not have to deal with embarrassment of his curse and how awkward it would be for the person he likes. It’s sad but hey, who needs love when you have a heroic life style?
But then he meets Touya Todoroki.
And Keigo realizes, to his horror, that his curse activates everytime he’s near the fiery man.
Meanwhile, Touya is stuck wondering why Keigo keeps running away after he “bird flirts” with him. He’s interested! He wants to kiss all the stupid freckles on Keigo’s stupid face! He especially wants to kiss them after Keigo flies into a billboard! STOP FLYING AND LET TOUYA FLIRT BACK DAMN IT!!
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hdhcbdjsj · 1 year
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going crazy insane missed them a lot actually
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sparkles-and-trash · 1 year
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Most people assume that Hawks is the puppy-like one in his relationship with Dabi
After all, Hawks is the one who's always so charming, outgoing and cheerful when they're out in public, or even just around their friends
While Dabi is next to him, resting bitchface always present, heavy eyelids and steely gaze a clear sign he does not want to talk, silently glued to his boyfriend's side at all times
What they don't know, however, is how the couple acts behind closed doors, either by themselves or with their closest friends and family
That here, Hawks is no longer Hawks, but Keigo, and Keigo is actually quite introverted, and just because he enjoys being social now and then, doesn't change that he needs to charge in peace with his boyfriend
They also don't know that it's Dabi who's anxiously waiting by the door when Keigo comes home, ready to hug and kiss and tell him just how much he missed him, no matter if he was gone for hours or minutes
That Dabi is the one following Keigo around their apartment, constantly just being near him, touching him lightly, holding him closely, or placing himself in the others lap
How Dabi hates falling asleep at night because he don't want to stop looking at Keigo sleeping beside him, or how he wakes up every day to Keigo's golden eyes watching over him with a calm warmth he never shows outside the moments when it's just the two of them
No, most people have no idea who Dabi and Hawks are behind closed doors
And that's they way they'd like to keep it, if they were honest
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bungobble-my-balls · 7 months
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If I had a nickel for everytime one of my crack ships ended up actually meeting in canon and became a legitimate ship I'd have two nickels.
And those nickels are Sigmatsu and Hotwings/Dabihawks
Shoutout to the hotwings fans who were there for the release of chapter 191 that was wild.
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burntbirdss · 7 months
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I want college roommates toukei but Touya just being so incredibly awful to Keigo. I’m talking like won’t speak more than two words to him, and sometimes just flat out ignores keigo. Whenever Touya’s friends come over he just straight up lies to them about how weird and gross Keigo is and they laugh and make fun of him while Keigo is secretly listening outside the door just in tears. Touya also leaves their place a mess half the time and Keigo is forced to clean it up. It’s not even like Keigo expected for them to be best friends or anything, he just wanted to get along with this guy and can’t figure out why Touya doesn’t like him. I need Touya to be so so mean to Keigo and then when Keigo finally breaks is when he realizes “oh shit no no no I’m so sorry” like Touya has a meltdown because wtf has he done to his happy, cute roomate who has been nothing but nice to him. Why was he being such a dick to this guy? Just Touya getting the completely wrong idea about Keigo being insufferable from the moment he moved in and then realizing that Keigo is nothing like that, Touya just made it all up in his head. Touya has extreme guilt and Keigo now has no self worth.
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I’m in a Hotwings brainrot phase rn and I need to get this out:
THEYRE BOTH SWITCHES/DABI IS A BOTTOM!!!
Listen Hawks is a bird of prey. This man has been training everyday of his life since he was 7 and literally carries a 5 meter wingspan on his back. This man is BUILT and hides it under baggy clothes. I love Dabi but babes looks like he weighs 90 pounds soaking wet with rain boots on. He’s literally 5’8 and held together by staples. Also he has dick piercings to compensate for his small/medium dick energy. Please be serious….this man is a goth TWINK.
FYI: if we’re being realistic they’re also both bad at sex. Hawks barley has time to jerk off bc he’s too busy carrying the show on his back and Dabi has been a burnt bacon since he was 14….like I would not be surprised if they were both virgins LMAO
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tiredpaladins · 2 years
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I'm just thinking about Endeavor cutting off his spoiled brat of a son to teach him a lesson on responsibility but instead all that happens is Touya meets Endeavor's coworker, Hawks, and Endeavor's life gets exponentially worse
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disanthropi-art · 3 months
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boy christmas activities
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bluemoonmikado · 5 months
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I finally finished this edit! I worked very hard on it; I learned how to use Sony Vegas for the first time and made this while experimenting with the trial version :)
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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I write too many series’s and don’t follow through but I woke up thinking about a hitchhiker AU and I’ve been stuck on it all day!!!! I know I won’t get it out of my system until i write it but omg????
like imagine being a hitchhiker bc your car broke down in like the middle of nowhere and you see this pretty sleek and nice car. and you go up asking for help and they pull over and it’s Hawks driving and Dabi leaning out the passenger side window, smirking and eyeing you up and down the entire time as Hawks asks you if you need help, if that was your car back there that he spotted, smoking? and it’s so dark but you can see Dabi staring at where your shorts had torn from tripping over some dumb tree root sticking out that you couldn’t see. and even tho he makes you kinda nervous, Hawks is so nice so you accept their invitation for help and get in the car w them. but it turns out Dabi isn’t the one you should be afraid of!!!
OR Izuku picks you up, all sweet smiles and kind eyes and a helping hand. you know you should be wary of nice guys—they’re always anything but that—but he just seems so genuine. so you accept his offer, awe over how effortlessly he picks up the bags you’ve been dragging behind you and hoists them into the trunk with no problem. you don’t expect it when he offers you a bottle of unopened water, but when you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, groggy and disoriented, he’s there above you. that same grin, but this time, it’s unsettling. too big on his handsome face as he tells you that you shouldn’t ever turn your back on strangers, even if it is to use his phone and take a call, not when you don’t know what kind of drugs he might be hiding in his glove compartment, what kind of needles he stuck in the bottle cap, tiny and unnoticeable. but you’ll learn, he’ll tell you, he just needs to teach a pretty thing like you first.
OR OR Bakugou (bc my bias is jumping out ofc) who only does it bc you just look so damn miserable standing out there in the rain w a shaking thumb. he’s snappy and a little mean and intimidating, but you haven’t seen a car in miles and he’s your only hope. so you hop in, try to stay as far away from him in the car as you can, and even though it makes him huffy, he doesn’t press you. the only one who isn’t an actual creep and is sweet to you unexpectedly, which makes you invite him back to your motel for breakfast as a thanks, and then later on to your room when you realize that he’s a gentleman and cute as fuck with a to die for body.
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tellingandyelling · 5 months
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Dabihawks College AU where Touya keeps noticing Keigo.
And well, everyone notices Keigo. Everyone knows Keigo. Star of the baseball team. Perfect grades. Perfect hair. Perfect clothes. Perfect life trajectory. He’s perfect.
Except the one thing he isn’t perfect at is romance.
And because of this, everyone pities Keigo. Sure, Keigo is a very easy person to get jealous of. But no one is jealous of his relationship with Chisaki Kai.
Kai, who strings Keigo along, shows him off, then leaves him hanging. Kai, who demands every second of Keigo’s free time yet abandons him at dates and study sessions to hang out with his own friends.
Kai, who always tells Keigo to wait outside the campus library with his drink because drinks aren’t allowed inside.
Touya has watched Keigo stand outside in the summer heat and the winter snow. All while holding two coffees. One for himself and the other for his awful boyfriend.
And the sight of it makes Touya angry.
Angry because how can picture perfect, cocky, annoying, campus golden boy Keigo end up with someone so shitty? How can Keigo, who so easily aces every test and once hit four homeruns in a row, stand so pathetically in the rain holding two cups of coffee?
But what makes Touya the angriest is that he too pities Keigo. He wants to be jealous, be annoyed, be infuriated with Keigo. But he just pities him.
So one day, after staring at the back of Keigo’s head for an hour, he does something. He leaves the library, heads over to the campus cafe, and asks for Keigo’s usual drink.
And then he walks back to Keigo.
It’s obvious which drink Keigo is holding is Kai’s. It’s the one he’s is trying to keep warm in the inside of his jacket. And so, Touya snatches the other drink from Keigo’s hand and takes a sip.
Sweet. Bitter. Too much artificial caramel taste. And way too cold. It’s awful.
And before Keigo can yell at him, curse him out for being a beverage stealing jerk, Touya gives him the new coffee.
“For fucks sake, if you’re going to drink something so disgusting at least have it warm.”
That’s all Touya says before walking away with Keigo’s old drink. Yet he knows that with every step he takes, Keigo is watching him.
And somehow, that makes Touya’s heart skip a beat.
(Of course after this, the two of them begin chatting and hanging out more and it eventually ends with Keigo dumping Kai’s ass and going out with Touya. Everyone is happy for them. Twice even bakes them a cake.)
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saltysunflowersugar · 7 months
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Did somebody order a plate of HotWings?
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brave-symphonia · 1 year
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This may be one of my favorite scenes in the entire VN, just the whole scene is just so good, I’ve seen it half a dozen times, I keep coming back to it, and it keeps bringing me to tears.
Tara telling Morgan how incredible she is.
Morgan realizing Tara is in love with her and actually saying it, as well as Tara’s response to that.
The way that Morgan says if she didn’t know Tara’s rambles she wouldn’t be able to catch what she’s saying, but as it is, she’s holding onto every word. And how you can really hear how she is rambling after that, just the speed that she’s speaking there.
Morgan calling her a mess, but a mess she’s in love with. That’s just so sweet and cute.
The way Morgan cuts her off with a kiss, and how it’s described as more meaningful than before.
I just love everything about this scene so much.
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treestargarden · 1 year
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Permanent Plague
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Warnings: self-harm, semi-public sex, praise, degradation, biting, non-permanent marking, trans!Hawks, cis!Touya, Touya has a Jacob’s Ladder and Prince Albert, breeding kink (if you squint), threats of murder/violence, cannibalism imagery, slaughterhouse imagery (but no actual gore), previous fight mentioned, Touya has burn scars over 70% of his body, self-deprecation, sadism/masochism, predator/prey kink, smoking a cigarette, Touya has a split tongue, Hawks cries, implied inexperience (for Hawks), Shigaraki is there at the end lol, quirkless au, train hoppers au, mafia au 
Summary/Context: Touya and Hawks have known each other since childhood, but were separated as young teens. As adults, they find their paths cross again and Touya isn’t going to let this one chance go to waste.
A/N: I am enamored by the Dabi x Hawks ship, but I find that a lot of people characterize it as very flluffy. This is my take on the ship. Full of desperation, violence, covetous passion juxtaposed by a gentleness that is utterly foreign to Touya. Also, this is very specifically Touya rather than Dabi. If you want an idea of the imagery I accompany with this one-shot, check out @/elegiesforshiva dabihawks art (there’s a specific red string of fate one that I think fits the mood perfectly). I have a playlist I write DabiHawks to that can be found here. DO NOT REPOST
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Touya’s teeth squeaked with tension, Aren’t you supposed to be good at your job, bird brain? He stretched his arms and an obnoxious yawn curled into the air in the small room. His face scrunched into a leer; the image of beauty certainly. “Let’s stretch our legs. I have a feeling ima work through the night.” 
“Lead the way, I like having the option to slip a knife into your back.” 
Touya's eyes sparkled with mock pain, “What, you haven’t hurt me enough? Gotta sink that humiliation in just a little more, eh?” A dull thunk followed them into the hallway after Touya closed the door behind him.
A pair of boots tup, tup against the concrete flooring. Hawks' footsteps were nonexistent beside Touya's. They walked in sync for a few moments before Hawks, true to his word, slowed his pace to tail Touya instead. He took note of the promise made true, but otherwise offered no reaction.
“Room could be bugged. What the fuck–” he mimed shaking Hawks by his temples,”was that? Aren’t you supposed to be quick-witted, quick reflexes…” he rattled off several other words that meant fast. “I thought you were good at being… you,” his voice softened on the last word and shifted his eyes to focus on the end of the empty corridor.
“Who broke whose ribs?”
When Touya made no effort to retort, Hawks continued, “Ah, that was–” he stopped himself mid-explanation. Touya peered at him, but otherwise made no further comment. Momentary silence. “I was thinking about something else,” Hawks eventually offered. 
A hand elongated Touya's features as he swiped it down his face with annoyance, “You’re lucky you have broken ribs, otherwise I would jab you in them for the lame fuckin’ answer.”
A scarred hand scrounged in his pocket. The rough edges of the fabric rubbed against the soft tissue. But his extensive nerve damage meant he couldn't recognize the abrasive texture against his skin. He fished out his golden flip-lighter. Slender fingers with silver and black jewelry decorated the lengths of each section. The metal reflected the indoor lighting as he plucked the half-smoked cig from behind his ear. Cigarette between his teeth, he teased Hawks, “You owe me a new car cig lighter, birdie." His neck stretched to retrieve the patient, hot flame in his fist.
Hawks lifted his chin like he was superior to the antics Touya threw at him, “I don’t owe you shit. You threw that out for fun.” His hands disappeared casually into his jacket pockets. The silence Hawks mastered so easily made Touya’s skin crawl; made him feel like he was being stalked. The fluorescent lighting above buzzed between Touya's ears.
Touya shook his head, “You’re dangerous even while tied up and injured. I’ve watched you fight,” a mild reminder of their past. Touya had always watched. Will continue to watch. 
“Don’t use me as your scapegoat. You’re a violent person who is wildly unpredictable.” Hawks threw cursory glances behind them as they walked. Always watched, but never saw what was in front of him. For a man who wanted to go fast, he had a tendency to look behind him a lot. 
Who are you leaving behind, Hawks? 
A sardonic laugh accompanied his retort, “Why would I throw something out I could use for ‘self-immolation’ purposes,” he scrunched his fingers in air quotes while he repeated Hawks words. 
He sensed they had enough distance between them and any possible surveillance in the server room. Touya's rough whisper repeated the information from before, “I said there are three of us you need to watch out for. Including me.” He glanced over his shoulder and observed Hawks’ reaction to the new information.
Touya wouldn’t kill him. Not yet. But if Shouto really was at the compound and it came between his versus Hawks’ safety? There was no competition. There would be no hesitation. 
Hawks’ glance met Touya’s in that moment and they both understood what the other was willing to do if it meant their individual lives were spared. It was just a matter of fact. This was a favor–Hawks wouldn’t be misled by the intention. 
No quip, Hawks aimed for business, “Who are the other two.”
He inhaled his cigarette, his voice strained when he replied, “The doctor.” 
Okay, that was two guys, “And the third.”
Touya shifted his eyes around the hallway, looked behind and ahead of them. The alcoves were washed in inky shadows. The smoke rings created small targets for Hawks to bounce between.
“They’re important to you, otherwise you would tell me,” Hawks playfully ducked under a smokey bullseye. 
A wrinkle in Touya’s eyebrow and a sneer glanced off his features. Hawks saw through him so easily. A subtle threat muttered, “You won’t meet him unless he’s actively killing you.” He would protect the third man’s identity to the best of his ability. He didn’t want Hawks’ talons on him. 
Hawks put his talons on Touya though. His hand clasped Touya’s shoulder, firm but not threatening.
Of course it was a threat, this was Hawks. If Touya was any other person he would be unable to detect the concealed danger. 
Fuckin’ raptor.
“Can I guess? It isn’t Thumper. We talked just the other day. She gave me her number, did you know that?”
Touya was unbothered by Rumi’s friendliness. If her mission was completed, she treated everybody with kindness. She flipped it like a switch. He was annoyed that she wasn’t more suspicious of Hawks, though, especially because he was a crafty one. But Rumi proved herself capable against Hawks; he needn’t worry about her. 
The silence accentuated Touya’s footfalls. They echoed between the rafters on the ceiling. He could feel Hawks’ piercing gaze on him, like he was a piece of meat to be picked apart. He wasn’t meant to be a slab of meat laid across the table. He hated how it made him feel small.
His voice was sweet–he was anything but, “C’mon. I’ll figure it out,” he coaxed Touya, attempted to loosen him up. “There aren’t that many in your circle,” he felt confident laying out his thought process for Touya out in the open. Touya felt chilled to his bone marrow. The prowess he emanated when he was locked on his target reminded Touya of his childhood admiration of Hawks. He wanted to be devoured. “It wasn’t that sweet boy that interrupted us. Are you that scared of me?”
He was. 
Immediately, Touya halted and took the last drag from his cigarette. A passionate ruby glared from the end and Touya ashed it out on his arm, next to his other fresh lesions. A soft tick hit the floor as he tossed the butt without a second thought. Touya stepped toward Hawks and commanded his personal space. Hawks’ mouth moved–sure to have a snide remark about Touya’s self-harm–but no words came.
“You may figure it out, but I’m not helping you do it sooner.”
Touya continued walking in-step with Hawks until his heels bumped against the opposite wall. A finger taut with scar tissue caressed the edge of Hawks’ stubbled jawline. Touya was a monstrosity, but the gentleness in that touch hinted at a tenderness beneath the carnage and hard exterior.
Hawks’ throat bobbed and his pupils expanded. Touya was unsure if it was desire. Unsure if Hawks ever felt that way about him.
“You do not frighten me, dove,” and a malicious grin split his features, “actually, you excite me.” 
Instantly, Touya knew Hawks had been distracted from his quarry; Shigaraki no longer in danger of discovery.
“What’s’a matter, birdie?” a bastardization of his father’s nickname for Hawks when he was training. “Cat got your tongue?” A twitch in Touya’s fingers implored him to feel more. His thumb traveled the length of Hawks jaw and down his throat. Touya glimpsed at the space they shared between their chests. He smiled viciously, “Gotta admit I’m a li’l disappointed you don’t have your knife pulled on me.” 
One agonizingly infinite heartbeat later, Touya leaned his face next to Hawks’; warm breath stirred the air near his ear, “Have you gone soft on me?” When he pulled away, he glanced at Hawks tender lips. He pulled Hawks by the chin and he closed the distance between them. Their lips grazed past each other. It didn’t have to mean anything. If Hawks decided to walk away. 
He chased Touya when he pulled away, stretched up on his toes. He chased a high he didn’t know he craved. And then Hawks seared his handprint into Touya’s chest; above his heart. 
If the kiss was the gasoline, then Hawks’ brand was the match that ignited a decade-long repressed desire hidden deep within Touya. 
Instantly, Touya shifted Hawks’ hand to wrap around his shoulder and devoured Hawks. Marred hands reached for Hawks' thighs and lifted them around his waist. 
Utter silence from Hawks, so Touya’s reassurance is more for himself than for the asshole with him, “You say stop, and I’ll stop.” He’s pretty confident he’ll know if Hawks doesn’t want him anymore. 
The tips of Touya’s tongue are needy and sloppy. They caress each side of Hawks tongue, threatened to drink him in. Only the ambrosia that Hawks fed him will satisfy his long-standing famine. He’s breathing hard into Hawks mouth, unable to contain the desire engulfing him. Hawks matched him with just as much desperation. Agile fingertips pulled at Touya's skin on his back, his waist, his hips, his chest. His fingers were everywhere and nowhere all at once. 
Touya rolled his hips languidly into Hawks. Want–needed–Hawks to be aware of the desire he inspired. A sultry and wanton moan was cradled in the back of Hawks' throat. The first real thing Touya had ever received from Hawks. And he felt the greed spark in his chest that implored him to keep it all to himself. The non-fictitious version of Hawks was Touya’s to claim. 
They were in the middle of a long corridor, late at night. Anybody who walked past the hall would be able to see them. Hawks had abandoned any sense of self-preservation.
Pinpricks of pain at his scalp caused a cold hiss of breath to stir the air between them. A skillful hand wrapped itself in Touya’s hair. And then he was being constricted into Hawks’ embrace. The wetness between his legs was evident. 
Hawks was clothed beneath Touya, but his scent was heady and enraptured Touya's senses. He wanted to swim in all Hawks had to offer. Their surroundings melted from sight. Hawks was his only focus. 
In their fever of passion their teeth click, click against each other, and it encouraged both of them. His shirt was tugged from his chest in increasingly impatient intervals. The soft hums Hawks breathed into Touya is a lifeforce unmatched that ignited a flashfire in Touya's gut.
From his mouth to his ear, Touya licked sloppy kisses, “Touya. Call me Touya. I want my name in your mouth when I make you cum.” Some deep part of himself wanted Hawks to yell it with abandon–wild anguish, starved wanton need. Needed people to know who he was so long as Hawks pronounced it. 
The skin at the junction between Hawks’ neck and shoulder was soft, pliant. Ravenous teeth sunk in with reckless violence. The whimpering sounds and the dramatic jump ripped from Hawks fueled his fire further. Several sharp stings were littered across his abdomen and he muffled a whine into Hawks’ skin. Wicked little fingernails dug crescents into Touya’s wrinkled and scarred skin. 
He retaliated with a particularly rough thrust, his hardness stroked against the wet spot between Hawks’ legs. His chest rumbled with the drawn-out moan that quickly followed, “Fuuuuuuuuu–” 
As if brought back to life, Hawks–the little minx–shyly stuttered Touya’s name. Urged Touya to fuck him like he meant it when he squeezed him closer with his legs. 
Dopamine crashed through Touya’s system in response. He growled into Hawks’ ear, “You sound so dumb saying my name and I don’t even have you bouncing on my cock yet, little dove.” His fingers pinched Hawks’ inner thighs and he adjusted Hawks’ weight against the wall so their chests were level with each other.
A knee slid underneath Hawks’ ass to support his weight, “Hang on tight,” was his only warning before he swung Hawks’ ankles over his shoulders. His feet held upright in the air on each side of Touya’s head.
Clever fingers bunched the fabric of Hawk’s pants and pulled them up swiftly. The offensive fabric was thrown to the floor next to his feet without ceremony. An ankle flopped to the side and then gravity weighed it down to splay against Touya’s bicep. He smirks at Hawks’ pitiable arrangement of limbs, “Can’t even support yourself can you, dove?” Touya’s knee was replaced by a hand and he pressed Hawks between the solid, cold wall and his yielding, warm frame.
“Touya,” Hawks pouted again. Degenerate little fingers tugged at the button on his pants once again. 
“Greedy little dove, aren’chya. So eager to see me sink into your tight little hole, hmm?”
While Hawks’ fingers struggled with the button of his pants, Touya collected Hawks’ wetness upon his fingers. Hawks' hips canted into the sensation and the heat in Touya’s gut coiled with hunger. He inhaled Hawks’ musk that lingered along his fingers. Slender pink tongue tips slithered out for a taste, “Is this all for me?” A sharp hiss of breath reverted his attention back to Hawks. He admired the pierced cock laying across his mound. 
Touya smirked, “Go ahead, you can touch it, dove.” 
Eager fingers wrapped around his length and roughly jerked him. The piercings on the underside and head were yanked sharply by the dry skin of Hawks’ hand, “Hey, hey, easy, not so rough, shit.” Touya was entertained by the impulsiveness Hawks displayed, but the slightly uncomfortable burn momentarily took him out of the mood. 
The head was still flushed pink and the veins along the topside were visible with the tautness of his skin. It glistened with Hawks’ wetness as Touya used it to lube himself up. He soothed his ladder piercings and the one at his head with quick circles around the tender skin. 
He shallowly rocked his hips into Hawks. His Prince Albert caressed the head of Hawks' clit. The shockwaves of want that shook Hawks’ thighs made Touya growl with possessiveness. This was his.
A rough hand cupped Hawks’ ass and the other guided his cock that took one, two test strokes–cockhead ghosted kisses over Hawks’ hole–and then speared him. An unintelligible exclamation echoed through the hallway. The lights above flickered haphazardly. Each of the men panted hard breaths into the pocket of space shared between them. 
The sharp stings of Hawks’ nails bit into Touya’s damaged skin at his hip. The length of his slender throat was exposed and Touya’s mouth watered at the sight. A dull ache at his tail bone throbbed as Hawks’ heels dug into his tender muscles. He swallowed Touya’s cock with warm fervor, “More,” he begged into an attentive ear, “Harder,” he demanded. 
Touya steadied Hawks in one arm and a thumb traveled across Hawks’ sweat-slick abdomen and sank between his legs. Slow circles traced around his clit caused Hawks’ eyes to roll back into his head, mouth hung open. Touya's thrusting paused so he could focus on stimulating Hawks, “You sound so fuckin pretty when you tell me what to do,” his split tongue stiffly trailed up Hawks cheek and left a sloppy trail of saliva on his peachy skin, “Say ‘please.’”
The pathetic mewls below him were music to his ears and beat the fire steady in his groin while he sat still. Touya was overcome with the obsession to swallow Hawks. Eat everything he was willing to give him until he was a begging, sloppy mess. Fuck him so good he was just a bobbing empty head, thoughts unwilling to breach the surface of his fucked-out mind.
Touya didn’t need to wait long before Hawks responded immediately, “Good boy,” he grunted. 
The guttural moans Hawks rewarded Touya with signaled his successful ministrations, “Please,” he says yet again. 
He permitted no time for Touya to respond. The heels of Hawks boots felt like molten steel on his back. Evidence of Hawks’ permanent effect on Touya’s fate. And he thrived with the thrill of Hawks ruining him. Wanted to be equally fucked up by Hawks. His greedy hole clenched around him–demanded he continue fucking into him, “Please.”
As fast as he could respond, Touya’s forehead met Hawks’ and the force he pistoned his hips with made their heads bob in rhythmic tandem. The position and Hawks’ combined weight didn’t lend themselves to much space, so Touya only pulled out one or two inches before he slammed back into Hawks. 
He dropped his head to the joint between Hawks’ shoulder and neck and latched onto the soft skin–angry red and purple bruises blossomed across the surface. Delicate control was necessary to keep himself from breaking the skin. Making Hawks remember their tryst made the beginnings of his orgasm pool at the base of his cock.
Touya’s burning gaze returned to Hawks’ scrunched face. His eyes were glassy and there were twin wet trails that ran down the slope of each supple cheek. Touya crooned at the pathetic display, “Are you crying, sweet dove?” His voice was low and gravelly with concern. His eager tongue swiped up Hawks’ nearest cheek and salt sprang across his taste buds. Hawks was always so poised. The only other time Touya had seen Hawks sob was when he spied on him during disarmament practice in the private dojo at the far-end of his childhood home. 
He flicked the head of Hawks’ clit with a soft fingertip and it earned him another squeeze around his cock. It made his head swim. Their fucking was sloppy and messy and the hedonism tickled Touya when he reveled in the wet schk, schk, schk of his balls that slapped against Hawks’ ass.
Hawks relaxed enough so his forehead fell forward onto Touya’s. The hair tangled in wet clumps. He tasted Hawks’ delicious and broken sobs. Hardly a second passed before he gathered a handful of words on his tongue, “Touya–I need–Please!” any word that came to mind and was short enough to pronounce, he grabbed and tossed into the air. 
Touya’s hips and thumb stuttered. They threatened to lose their momentum. But he couldn’t stop. He would hold on for Hawks. As long as he needed him to.
Touya’s nose traced a ghostly trail from Hawks’ cheek to his ear, “What is it, pigeon? Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
The hallway smelled of sweat and desperate sex. Touya needed Hawks to abandon his self-control–join him in the sweet expanse of chaos and self-destruction. Wanted Hawks to give into the urges that would hurtle him towards the edge. Touya would meet him once he falls over. Touya would catch him. Even if it was just this once. 
A sharp quiet squeal as Hawks got closer, “Touya!” his voice broke on the last syllable of Touya’s name. A gasp wracked his chest as his legs shook violently between Touya’s arms. His hands twitched across Touya’s back and his hips worked to milk the cock buried deep inside him.
Touya’s eyes rolled back and his fingertips stamped small constellations of bruises on Hawks plush thighs. Something to reconcile later. Hawks heels pinned Touya’s hips against him, trapped him in a possessive vice. The wildfire erupted into a whoosh and Touya fucked into Hawks until his cum leaked down his shaft and between his own thighs. He grimaced at the sensation, but held Hawks aloft regardless. 
“C’mon, birdie. Let’s get your pants back on.” 
Lithe fingers clung to Touya’s shirt in conscious desperation. The moment too quickly passed. Then Hawks’ legs gave out and he sunk delicately to the floor. A shaky hand rubbed tiredly at the skin around his closed eyes. He willed some form of reality to enter his system.
The hairs on Touya’s neck raised when he anticipated they were no longer alone. Then he became aware of shuffled footsteps behind him. The presence wasn’t one Touya experienced often, but it is recognizable. 
Touya’s eyes pinched closed in panic and his knuckles pressed stars into the void of his vision. This was the last thing that he needed to happen. Hawks was hot on Shigaraki’s trail before Touya fucked him up against the wall. Surely, Hawks was no idiot, no matter how spaced out he seemed. He would deduce who was the third person watching Hawks closely. 
What a waste.
“This isn’t,” the voice was scratchy yet familiar, “what I expected.”
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Since we got to see where Hawks is living in the new Team Up Mission! Chapter. I've just had complete domestic DabiHawks brainrot ever since.
Imagine Hawks inviting Dabi over to his home. He knows that the Hero Commission most likely supplied Hawks with whatever housing he wanted. Dabi 100% expects a very nice and expensive penthouse apartment or even a house if we're being honest. Only to show up to a tiny studio apartment far away from busy city.
Hawks welcomes Dabi into his little apartment. He's not in his hero costume, just some basketball shorts and a plain t-shirt that he just ripped two holes in to accommodate for his wings. The hero excitedly shows the villain around the small space he calls home.
"So what cha think?" Hawks says cheerfully, looking towards the scarred man.
"The Commission gave you this place?" Dabi replied looking around at the bare walls. "I would think they would be willing to spend more money on their poster boy."
"Well the Commission did give me a place." Hawks said walking to the kitchen to make some coffee for the both of them. "It's in the upper part of Downtown. A nice fully furnished penthouse, perfect for the number 2 hero, right? It just didn't feel like home to me so I went and started looking for a place on my own."
"Does the Commission know that you live here?"
"Nope!" Hawks pops the last syllable and he pours coffee into mugs. "The penthouse is there for appearances now. Like for missions or meetings. I can relax and have some peace here. This place is home, its mine." A soft smile lights up the hero's face.
Dabi laughs softly as Hawks sets down the coffee mug in front of him. The hero was always very handsome, pretty even but now that Dabi is seeing him with his guard down, casual clothes and relaxed, he's gorgeous. It makes Dabi wonder if Hawks wasn't a hero and he wasn't a villain how things might have been different. If it was Touya and Keigo who met and not Dabi and Hawks. Hawks was right, this little studio apartment does feel very normal, like a home.
Dabi leans over and kisses the hero, stopping him midsentence. He honestly had no clue what the blonde was talking about but Hawks could have a conversation with a rock.
Hawks deepens the kiss with the dark haired man, melting into him, moaning into his mouth. Dabi picks up the smaller blonde and sets him down on the table without breaking the kiss, clothes slowly coming off as the coffee gets forgotten by the two of them.
In the back of Hawks' mind, he knows that if things go south with Dabi he'll probably have to move from this little appartment now that the villain knows where he truly lives but that's something to worry about when the time.
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