#dabihawks#nfsw
it started during one particularly boring meeting.
hawks wasn’t even thinking dirty at first. it was just something mera said that led to one very specific, very stupid question.
what did dabi’s dick actually look like?
#dabihawks
It's no secret that Hawks makes all kinds of bird-like sounds and noises, well... It is a secret and a pretty big one at that.
When he was a young little fledgling he used to make all kinds of noises. He couldn't really talk all that much, just the basics. His parents never really bothered teaching him how to properly speak so bird sounds were a natural part of his vocabulary.
That is until he was sold and bought by the commission. The president thought it was repulsive and his handlers told him he sounds like some stupid unintelligent animal, so they trained it out of him.
Shock collars, feather plucking, limiting food and sensory deprivation.
That's when he learned his noises are something to be ashamed of, something to hide or else he'll face punishment.
He was a pro hero, a top one at that. He cannot let people see him acting like some stupid bird. Even if it hurts holding the noises back sometimes, even if he developed a sort of resentment towards the birds on the streets for simply communicating.
He is 𝙣𝙤𝙩 an idiotic bird.
It's been a long day, his back aches and he's exhausted beyond belief.
All he wants is to take his shoes off, order some food and crash into bed.
He didn't know what he expected to see when he opened the light in his living room but he definitely didn't expect Dabi lazily laying on his couch and looking at his phone.
The villain somehow managed to do the impossible and catch Hawks off guard, Hawks!
Seeing his firefly in his apartment this late at night made him loudly chirp in surprise!
And just like that the world stopped moving.
The ground beneath his feet felt unstable and his head was spinning, he felt as if he's two seconds from throwing up as he slowly lifted his hand to touch where his old shock collar used to sit.
His scars burned and itched as his breathing became increasingly more and more rapid.
He felt hands on his shoulders, his knees hurt. When did he hit the ground?
There's a voice... It's familiar... Comforting.
Dabi..? Where... Where was his mate?
He looks around but he can't see anything, everything is blurry.
He feels gentle, warm hands caressing and holding his face.
A tight hug...
Hawks calms down a bit and he can hear a deep, scratchy voice comforting him. Telling him it's ok, that it's going to be ok.
He feels warm hands in his wings. Not ripping and plucking them, just gently rubbing and scratching at the base and individual feathers.
It takes a couple minutes but Hawks manages to calm down, the exhausting day weighing heavy on him as he passes out in Dabi's arms.
Cheeks stained with tears but cooing softly in his sleep as Dabi watches over him, whispering sweet nothings as he takes his birdie to bed and cuddles close to him, listening to his calm and steady heartbeat and falling asleep hugging his torso, promising he'll always be there for his birdie.
#dabihawks nsfw where dabi’s careful and delicate with his bites and suckles because he knows hawks has a modeling gig tomorrow and he knows hawks will withhold sex from him if his gig is ruined by dabi’s hickeys.
dabi’s turned on by the idea of having to hold back— of being