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gaybananabread · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

I've been slowly revisiting my old fandoms for the event, and the MHA curse may or may not have re-infected my brain. Soooo here's some DabiHawks because I'm basic (TvT). Loving this event so far, it's really challenging my creativity and overall commitment levels! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Dabi just wanted one morning where he could wake up peacefully with his bird boy. Just one nice, calm, soft morning. With Hawks, however, that was never an option. He had barely opened his eyes before he felt something poking his cheek.

“Heeeeey crispy~” Ugh, that nickname… He wished the pro had never thought of it. At least his morning voice was nice. Dabi tried to tune him out, digging his face into his partner’s arm. “Mmmph. Go back ta sleep…”

Peacefulness wasn’t really an option for the winged hero. He was feeling playful, rested and wanted to mess with his man. Besides, twelve o'clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake someone up. Not his fault that Dabi’s not a morning person. The villain groggily swatted at the other’s hand. “But I’m not tired. You need to get up, it’s almost noon.”

Dabi groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Why did he always have to do that? “No. Sleep.” He rested his head against the other man’s chest, hoping to sway him to the sleepy side. He never got the best rest at night, even with Hawks by his side. Mornings were dreaded by him, he always tried to get a few more hours out of his partner.

Hawks just chuckled and shook his head. He was more than used to Dabi’s groggy morning routine. Still, he was a bit antsy, wanting to start the day. Feeling mischievous, he moved his wings, gently brushing the tips of his feathers on the burned boy’s neck and arms.

That got a reaction, though it wasn’t the one he was looking for. Dabi pushed himself up, gathering Hawks’ wrists in one hand and pushing them above his head. The ravenette was practically laying on top of him, using his strength and weight to keep him pinned. He was awake now. Hawks wasn’t worried yet, his playful smirk on full display. “Wohoah. Thought you were tired, Dabs. Don’t mind this, though~”

Dabi rolled his eyes and huffed. That man… He was gonna get it. “Always gotta go there, huh?” His free hand rested on the blonde man’s side, drumming fingers against his bare skin. “Think I got a way to wear you out, birdy.”

Now Hawks was worried. The smirk wavered, a nervous smile replacing his confident grin. Dabi didn’t make empty threats like that. “Hey! Lehet’s- let’s talk about this!” He tugged at his arms, trying to free himself. Pinned on his back, Hawk’s wings wouldn’t be much help. He could get them to Dabi, but the fiery man would easily push them aside. Besides, he’d rather not draw attention to the sensitive appendages.

“Nothin’ to discuss. You’re being a shit; ’m just returning the favor.” The fingers on his side bent into a claw, slowly scratching the area right under his ribs. Hawks bit his lip, refusing to break so quickly. Dabi wanted a reaction? He was gonna have to work for it.

He wanted to play hardball? Fine. Dabi could play hardball. He kept his clawing light and slow, teasing the other man. The claw climbed upwards, toying with his ribs before moving back down. He was gonna be cruel about it. “Silent treatment, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts..”

Hawks could feel his cheeks heat up as he squirmed. He was only in his boxers, his lover wearing a loose tank-top. He was almost completely exposed to Dabi’s ticklish teasing. His breathing was only getting shakier, the tight bite of his lip wobbling. The winged hero couldn’t hold out forever.

The fiery man saw his reactions, chuckling. “Look’it you, all blushy and squirmy. Could eat you up, nugs. Actually…not a bad idea.” Dabi lowered his head slowly, his clawing fingers running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. Hawks kicked and squirmed, but nothing he did could stop his boyfriend’s lips from touching down on his stomach. The hero finally broke, squealing and bursting into bubbly giggles as he felt Dabi’s teeth on his stomach.

“GYAAAhahaha! Dahabihihihi noho!” Hawks bucked his hips, trying to get the other man away from his ticklish belly. Dabi chuckled against his stomach, sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh as he nibbled and kissed on it. He was being so mean!

As if all the teasing and provoking wasn’t enough, Dabi decided to speak against his belly too. “Such a ticklish thing, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it suck if I spilled to the League about this? Even with your wings, I doubt you could fend off Twice’s little army. So many wiggling fingers~” He switched from clawing to scribbling, still focusing on the winged hero’s ribs while nibbling on his belly.

Hawks was in stitches, giggling and squeaking like there was no tomorrow. His cheeks were burning, the teases hitting their mark and flustering the man. “Youhuhu s-suHUHUCK! GEHEHET OHOhohoff!” The gentle scraping of his lover’s teeth on his belly, the fluttery feeling of the kisses; it was insane. Correction; it was driving him insane.

In a way, Dabi was still getting his cuddles. He was pretty much laying on Hawk’s lower body, he was kissing and loving on him, and his partner was smiling. True, pitchy laughter was right behind that smile, but he wasn’t picky. Pinning his arms above his head and tickling him was just a part of the fun.

“Bahabe- babe plehEHEHEASE! MOHOHOVE!” Hawks was quickly losing it over the tickles, the nibbles and kisses on his toned stomach more than he was ready for. He was used to Dabi being mean, but he normally wasn’t this cruel. He should’ve just gone for the cuddles…

Dabi’s head finally pulled away, a wide and smug smirk adorning his features. He ran his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach, wiping any loose saliva from his tickly attack off the surface. That man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. “Aww, guess my birdy can’t handle a few kisses. Maybe you should think about that next time you wanna be a shit.” He kept both Hawk’s arms pinned above his head, using his free hand to drill into the blonde’s hips.

Think about that next time? Oh, he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, possibly into the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, he’d do the exact same thing tomorrow. But at that moment, all he could do was laugh. “DAHABIHIHIHI! WHYHIHIHI AHARE YOU SOHO MEHEHEAHAN?!”

“It’s my job, Keigo. I’m an evil villain, remember? Gotta keep my bratty bird boy in check.” That made Hawk’s entire face go red, the blush actually spreading to the tips of his ears. They seldom used each other's actual names, as they had gotten used to the aliases before they started dating. Hearing his name come from Dabi’s mouth, on top of the tickling and teasing tone…it’s safe to say he was flustered. Even better, the worst was yet to come.

Dabi’s eyes wandered, landing on his boyfriend’s wings. He had long since figured out how sensitive they were; that was hardly the first time he’d tickled the man. This meant that he knew exactly how ticklish his wings were, and just how to go at them to wreck the hero. His hand slowly moved behind his ribs, getting closer and closer to the base of Hawk’s wings. “Ya know, there’s one spot I’ve been dying to get to. I’d say I’ve been pretty patient, wouldn’t you?”

Oh, that ass. “DAHABIHI- DABI NOHOHO! YOUHUHUHU WOUHULDN’T!” Dabi just laughed, leaning down and whispering right in his ear. “Oh, I would~” He let go of Hawk’s arms, quickly flipping the man over now that his hands are free. Hawks, both dazed from the tickled and flustered out of his mind, couldn’t react fast enough. He was straddled in seconds, both of Dabi’s evil hands scratching along the bases of his wings.

When I say this man cackled, I mean he lost his shit.

“NAHAHA! SHIHIT- DAHAHABIHIHI! IHI- YOUHU- GAHAHA!” He writhed under his boyfriend’s touch, the crazy ticklish spot driving him up the wall. He could barely think, barely speak, barely do anything other than thrash and laugh his ass off. Dabi found it quite amusing. “Damn, birdy. Got some pipes on ya there. Should be calling you songbird.”

Hawks ultimately gave up, resigning to his ticklish fate. He couldn’t get Dabi off his back, couldn’t focus enough to use his quirk, and couldn’t stretch his wings far enough to retaliate. He just pressed his face into a pillow, laughing his heart out as his boyfriend destroyed him with tickles.

Eventually, Dabi got his fill, seeing the puddle of squirmy cackling beneath him. He climbed off of the winged hero, instead laying beside him and pulling him close. Hawks was still giggling like crazy; the intense tickling left him with plenty of phantom sensations. Dabi just rubbed his back, placing little kisses on his forehead as he cuddled up to the blonde. “Easy, babe. I’m done, you’re good.”

It took a solid three minutes, but Hawks finally regained his composure, sighing into Dabi’s chest. The tickling had definitely worn him out; all the antsy energy he felt that morning was spent. In fact, he could use a nap. He draped across his boyfriend’s sides, breathing out a sleepily muttered “jerk” before closing his eyes.

Dabi just chuckled, gently scratching the pro’s head as he drifted off. It was gonna be at least a good hour before he woke back up. Looks like he was getting his cuddles after all…

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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I tried to double check and make sure Bnha is still up so be mine and sweet pea for dabihawks!! (Maybe Lee hawks?)

Oo, dabihawks! They're such a comfort pair for me; anytime I go to write them, it never fails to bring me joy :3 I've gotcha covered!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" + Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!"

“You smell good.” Dabi stuck his face into Hawk’s back, feathers tickling his face as he breathed in. “You get a new body wash?”

Usually Hawks would hit him with a “No I just smell like this.”- following it up with some sort of smolder.

This time however- the blonde tensed up, shivering. “M-maybe?”

Dabi blinked, surprised by the reaction. Then he narrowed his eyes- suspicious. He pressed his face in once more, nuzzling.

“Ehehe!”

“Oh, is this a bad spot?” Dabi grinned, something within him deeply satisfied at Hawk’s tittery gasp. “Your wings really are that bad, huh? I knew they were ticklish, but you’re seriously this ticklish?”

“Yooohohu shuhuhuht your mohohohouth! Nohohohot lihihike you hahhave ahahhany rooohohohom to tahhahalk!” Hawks giggled out, nearly flying out of the bed when Dabi pressed his face back into his wings. The only thing keeping him there were strong arms wrapped around his waist. “Yohohohohur sohoohooho thhihihicklish, I dohohohon’t ehehehhven ahhahahve to tohoohohuch yohohohou!”

“Oh, really? You really mean that, birdie?” Each word spoken was muffled and utterly ticklish. Hawks could barely stand it as he squirmed from one side of the bed to another, taking Dabi with him as he went. “Anymore lip and I’m taking my nice gloves off.”

“Yoohohohou’re nihihihihice?”

“Oh that is IT! Come here!” Hawks all but cackled when his wings were assaulted, his soul nearly ascending after Dabi blew a massive raspberry into the soft appendage. “Pfft- pfft! Hold on- feather in my mouth- pfft!”

“Sehhehehehrves yohoohhou rihihihihht-AH! DAHHAHBI!” The bird hero’s taunt was cut short with a scream after Dabi began clawing at the wings, scribbling and scratching. “AHEHAHHAHHA NOHOHOHOHOOHOHOOO!”

“Dabi yeees~” The flame villain grinned, puffing with pride when Hawks let out a series of bird chirps through his laughter. “Sing me a song, pretty bird. Make it a good one.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #mha/bnha #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #keigo takami #fluff #I love them your honor

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intheticklecloset · 7 months

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TickleTober Day #18: Wicked

DabiHawks (MHA)

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“H-Hahahahahawks! Stohohohop it!” Dabi snickered, trying to pull his hand away from his boyfriend’s grip while shoving at his shoulder with the other.

Hawks smirked at him, keeping his wrist pinned down while he scratched gently but ruthlessly at his palm. “Nah.”

“Thihihihis is embahahaharrasing! Quit it!”

“It’s not unusual to be ticklish, Dabi.”

“You knohohohohow what I mehehehehean!” Dabi snorted, then buried his face into Hawks’ shoulder to hide his blush. “Stahahahahap!”

Hawks grinned to himself, unfurling his wings while he kept up his gentle tickle assault. Ticklish palms. Just like Shoto, he thought. Dabi was more like his brother than he liked to let on. And well…Hawks didn’t know about this next spot on the youngest Todoroki son, but he did know about it on the oldest.

“Haah-aiieehehehehahahaha Hahahahahahawks!” Dabi screeched, arching his back as the hero’s feathers enclosed around both of them, brushing along the bare skin of the villain’s back. He squirmed and cackled, finally freeing his other hand to then use both in self-defense. “You bahahahahahastard! Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehehe!”

Hawks grinned at him. “Nah,” he said again, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute like this.”

“Yohohohohou’re wihihihihihicked! Completely ehehehehehevil!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the worst.” Hawks kissed his neck. “But I don’t see you trying to get away.” Also like Shoto.

Dabi blushed bright scarlet and covered his face as he dissolved into giggles, Hawks’ feathers brushing along his shoulder blades and back with a gentle ruthlessness that had him totally helpless. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

Hawks chuckled too, then finally kissed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #tickletober #mha #bnha #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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If you don't mind me requesting a second one... 👉👈 may I please have a ribbon-decorated box containing marbled white and milk chocolate (dabi x hawks), square shape filled with almonds and lemon creme? No pressure! Thank you!!

HI FLAME THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

Yes I did them out of order. Oopsies!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO!!! I AM ABOUT TO BULLY TF OUT OF THIS BIRDIE MAN.

This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever written and I’m SO here for it.

Big shoutout to dada @volleeball-bo for the cake idea bc my brain is but a barren field. 😭

CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it NGL. There is a lot of cursing, but it fits. D3ath mention. illy timed your mom jokes.

Number two, Pro Hero, Hawks. Quirk: Fierce Wings. A Rank member of the League of Villains, Dabi. Quirk: Blueflame. Two of the most dangerous and vengeful men alive, working under the same roof.

So why the hell were they dead-set on baking a birthday cake?

When Twice and Toga had happily shared their newly discovered information, the two males knew they’d somehow be sucked into the abyss. They had learned that Shigaraki’s birthday was the next day, and appointed the two to make him a cake.

Who could say no to Twice and Toga? After all, if they weren’t killing anyone, Hawks was happy.

What’s the worse that could happen?

Now in the kitchen of Hawk’s tiny apartment, the two males were arguing incessantly about the process.

“I assure you, Dabi, you HAVE to add salt into it. Everything has salt. This is a literal teaspoon, you won’t even taste it!” Hawks argued for the nth time.

“It’s salt, dumbass. Salt is going to make the cake taste, oh, you know, fucking salty?” The villain growled in reply.

If Hawks could bang his head on a wall, he would. “Dabi I swear t- FINE! Here!”

The blonde stomped over to his pantry, retrieving a sleeve of pre-packaged cookies. He opened the package, took out two cookies, and offered one to his partner. “Eat it.”

“What’d you do to it?” Dabi teased with a scoff.

“I spit on it and put poison in it, obviously.”

“Sounds delicious.”

The two ate the cookies in silence, with Hawks glaring daggers at his black-haired friend. “So?”

“So?”

“Does it taste sweet?” The winged-hero inquired.

“Yeah? Why are you asking me, Feathers?”

“Aha!” The hero chimed in triumph, snatching the sleeve off of the counter, “Look at the ingredients! Read it and weep, bitch!”

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Hawks breathed down his neck. “It seems you’re actually correct for once.”

“Oh what’s this?” The blonde asked coyly, “Dabi was wrong? Wow, what a world.”

“Shut up, let’s get back to the task at hand, please.” The flame villain grumbled, returning to his position near the mixing bowl.

With a proud smile, Hawks strode to the cabinet to grab his salt container, and a set of measuring spoons. God, he was too cocky for his own good.

As Hawks was lining up to pour the salt into the teaspoon, the villain pinched his sides. The man jumped with a yelp as about a tablespoon worth of the ingredient fell into the batter.

“Oh, you dick!” Keigo was immediately on the defense, eyes ablaze with rage, “Now we have to start all over!”

“Oh no! You dropped some! What happened?” Dabi faked innocence.

“You are a quarter second away from being punted out of my goddamn window.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It fuckin’ should be.”

“Well, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal? I thought the cake needed salt? What did you do wrong?”

“Your fucking mom.” The male grumbled absentmindedly.

“That’s it!”

With a look of horror, Hawks took off from the kitchen. His socked feet bounded around his apartment, clearing corners with the help of his slippery momentum. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! It was a natural reaction!”

“I know for shit sure that you meant it, Feathers!” Dabi called in reply, hot on Hawks’ heels.

“I really didn’t! It slipped oUT-“ tripping on his own ottoman, Keigo smacked his face onto his loveseat, subsequently falling onto it.

“You fucking idiot.” Dabi said through a fit of laughter. “How do you not see the furniture that you set up yourself?”

Holding his forehead, the winged-hero stuck his tongue out. “How do you take offense to a your mom joke?”

Neither knew how it happened, but the villain’s body moved faster than his brain did. Before he knew it, the black-haired male had sat on his partner’s waist, and held his wrists over his head with one hand.

Dabi wore a menacing smile, as Hawks wore a look of terror. Was this how he died? Was he going to be killed in cold blood over a your mom joke?

Instead, he felt a single finger trace around his stomach. Not expecting the long-forgotten feeling, giggles bubbled from his throat.

“Ohoho this is rich, Birdie!” The villain teased, “As if you couldn’t get even more interesting!”

“Dabi, don’t you dare.” Hawks hissed, eyeing the wiggling fingers that dared to come in close contact with his torso. “Do not fucking t-touch me- nohohoho!”

“Aww, you’re so precious!” The villain cooed as he gently pinched at his partner’s sides.

“Dahahabihihi! Dohohohont!”

“Don’t? But this is so much more fun than baking a cake for the boss.”

“C’monohohon! Thihihis ihihisnt lihihihike yohohou!”

The black-haired male beamed at the laughing hero beneath him. Oh what a power play this was. “To put my enemy into submission? This is totally like me.” He moved his hand up to spider under Hawks’ arms.

“NGH- DAHAHABI!” Keigo’s eyes were squeezed shut, face flushed from embarrassment. He couldn’t exactly hide his face in his hands, since he was a little… trapped. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Keep going? Move spots? Stop? You have to be very specific with what you want, Birdie.”

“IHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!”

“You don’t know what you want? Maybe I just need to help wake your brain up!” With that, the villain brought his hand down to ever-so-gently prod at his partner’s ribcage.

“DABIDABIDABI-DAHAHAHABIHIHI! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOVE SPOHOHOHOTS!”

“Oh dear, Feathers, you’re so ticklish here!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Am I embarrassing you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up!” Dabi chirped, adding the slightest amount more pressure.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY! THAHAHATS ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

“Are you sure?”

“YEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP!”

When the magic word was uttered, Dabi released his victim instantly. “You okay, kid?”

“I… I am… I’m only a y-year… younger-“ the hero sputtered through panting breaths. “You, dick.”

“Ah, you’re back.” The villain chimed, “I didn’t kill ya’, did I?”

“Nah. Just… glad you stopped when you did.”

“Running out of stamina? Some hero you are.” Dabi scoffed.

“And your revenge tactic was to tickle the shit out of me. Some villain you are.”

With a cocky smile, the black-haired male looked fondly upon his partner. “Any last words?”

Keigo inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. He reflected on how vulnerable of a position he was in, ultimately giving up on survival. Oh well, he’s lived long enough.

With a hushed whisper, he uttered “Your mom.”

And as the winged-hero predicted, Dabi’s hand lowered back onto his ribs and showed no mercy; cake long forgotten as Hawks’ frantic laughter echoed off of the walls.

After all, no good joke shall go unpunished…

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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bratbutcute · 1 year

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4 a.m.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pair: DabiHawks.

Disclaimer: mention of sex and sexual activity but it is still sfw dw. As always babes this is a tickle fic, if ya don’t like it, scroll away 💕

I just read a bunch of stuff about Hawks and I need to just go there and hug him so here some stupid silly fic about this man getting lovely tickled because he needs to laugh.

It was probably the fact that they hadn’t slept in almost two days, it was 4 am and they just had sex.

Their nervous systems were a mess, they were exhausted. That’s why Dabi showed some affection. That’s why Hawks let his guard down. And that’s why they ended up this way, with Hawks giggling on his chest and Dabi’s hands in his feathers.

Dabi rolled his eyes in fake annoyance but kept his fingers buried in the man’s wings and increased the speed of his circular movements.

Hawks shook his head and kicked his feet on the mattress, trying to distract himself from the feeling.

His giggles were now louder. His hands, that were originally holding Dabi’s torso in a comfortable hug, were now stimming on his chest, clenching and unclenching, trying to choose wether he should stop his lover’s fingers or not.

«Dahah- no nohoh.» Dabi turned on his side, facing the other and grinning. Hawks hid his eyes behind his hands, giggling some more when Dabi readjusted himself, sitting on Hawks’ lap.

«No? Really? It doesn’t look like you want me to stop baby.» he said in the most flirty and menacing way, making Hawks feel things he didn’t want to admit.

«Dahahabihihihi I-» he was actually speechless.

The tickling had started for no specific reason, just because Dabi was next to him and with his hands he found a ticklish spot. Simple as that. But Hawks didn’t know why he was still doing it. Was it a way to drag information out of him? Was it just sadism? Why wasn’t he stopping?

His train if thoughts was interrupted by a new strong ticklish feeling on his stomach. He snorted and laughed louder, hiding his face with one hand and holding one of Dabi’s forearms but not pushing him away, just as stability.

«Whhihihihi-» his laughter became high pitched when Dabi tickled his neck, the sound so melodious that even the villain blushed a bit upon hearing it. Hawks gulped a bit of oxygen before shouting «Whywhywhy» and dissolving in some more laugh.

Dabi’s hands stilled, allowing the younger to finally breath.

For the first time his malicious grin left his face, substituted by an innocent expression, something neither of them had ever seen. Dabi couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever seen him that way - or if that ever happened.

He wanted to make fun of the former hero, pointing out that he never asked him to stop, that he never pushed him away. He wanted to ridicule him and embarrass him and…

Hawks was laying on the bed, the back of his hand on his lips, hiding his smile. His other hand was still holding him, nails slightly scratching his scarred skin. He had tears at the corner of his eyes but they were so shiny, so happy.

So Dabi gave him the best explanation he had.

«I like you.»

Hawks batted his eyes in disbelief.

What they had could be described as a physical relationship. Sex and nothing more. Sometimes they would cuddle a bit, but it was usually just him caressing the other’s skin while he was asleep. He always assumed Dabi’s only interest was his body, not even because it was his, but simply because it was the only option he had to fuck someone. He never even considered he actually found him attractive.

But for the first time in that weird relationship they had, Hawks saw Dabi’s eyes looking at him, not seeking his body, or anything else. He was looking at his face, admiring his shiny eyes, his pink cheeks, the way his lips were pursed, that incredibly vulnerable expression that the always-so-confident man was now wearing.

And Hawks did feel vulnerable. For the first time in his life he felt liked.

Before he could dwell in those thoughts Dabi pinched his sides again, making him squeal.

«Don’t give me that face Hot Wings or I swear I’ll burn every single one of your feathers.» and he let his hands disappear behind Hawks’s back, scratching the base of the wings.

Hawks screamed so loud even Dabi had to stop, snickering on the man’s abdomen and causing another stream of cute giggles to erupt.

«Dahahahabihihi stohohop thahahat tihicklehes tohohoho.» and he gently pushed his head away.

But Dabi didn’t move, his breath calming down; he hugged Hawks, sliding slightly upwards.

So Hawks smiled, closed his eyes, let himself relax and blamed it on the fact that they hadn’t slept in almost two days, it was 4 am and they just had sex.

But that was enough.

So this fic is my way to move from my writer’s block. It’s not well written. I have not spoken or written in English these months. I’m not very proud of how I’ve written it.

But I’m hyperfixating again on My Hero Academia sooooooooo

There you go 💕

#tickle fic #my hero academia #mha #mha tickle #bnha tickling #bnha tickle #bnha #dabihawks #I’m confused by something #is ‘Hawks’s’ the right way to write ‘of Hawks’?#like I don’t remember if it’s just Hawks’#or what’s the rule for ‘s #me and my stupid italian’s problems 💀#lee!hawks #ler!dabi #ticklish!hawks

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kourota · 2 years

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“Is it gonna hurt me?” Keigo asked, holding out his hands next to Dabi’s hands.

"He's so tiny, he only tickles." Dabi said, gently tipping his hand to persuade the crustacean off.

my second and final piece for the hawks big bang features some cute dabihawks! @m2riddle 's writing is gonna give me diabetes some day 'cause this scene was sooo sweet!! [link to the fic: "Ink & Feathers"]. check it out and give her some love, y'all!!!

#hawks big bang #hawks #takami keigo #dabihawks #dabi x hawks #toukei #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha fanart #myart #anime #anime fanart #touya todoroki #dabi

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deuteragonist1 · 2 years

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I find it incredible how in Dabihawks fics Dabi can just do whatever he feels like. If he's annoyed or drunk enough, he can find Hawks' address and break into his appartment. Like, that was always an option. He can hold Hawks' hand in public in the most obvious disguise known to mankind. He can steal classified documents from the HPSC if that's what the demon at the back of his head says. If it tickles his fancy he might kidnap a child. He can get Hawks pregnant, easy. He can bite into ice cream.

Still trying to figure out his secret, but as soon as I do, it's over for every authority figure in my life

#victoria's secret?#no #dabi's secret #bnha #bnha dabi #dabi #todoroki touya #dabihawks #hotwings

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flfverse · 1 year

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behind closed doors

Here, there are no heroes or villains. There are no fights, no politics, no wars. There is no Dabi, there is no Hawks.

Touya and Keigo draw the curtains and shut the world out.

this anon brought up the idea of fluffy future dabihawks, which made me want to throw out an "imagine [blank]" just as a little tease. then i couldn't think of anything. then, because i am very normal, i decided to write a oneshot about it.

~2k words of fluff, no real spoilers, some details are dubiously canon since i haven't actually written the war arc yet.

Touya edges into the apartment, softly closing the door behind him. “Pretty bird, I’m—mmph.”

Keigo steals the rest of his sentence with a kiss, pressing him up against the door. Touya allows it, tilting his head for a better angle as he cups his face. With the other hand, he strokes gently through his sub’s wings, making him shiver and slump forward.

(His sub. That thought is never going to get old.)

“Keigo,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough that the words are audible. “Dove, what’s this about?”

Keigo huffs, burrowing into his neck. “Missed you today.”

“I wasn’t gone that long.” Only a few hours. He had errands to run after he dropped Shouto at his friend’s house.

“Still. Missed you.”

Touya strokes his feathers a little more, considering. They scene almost every day, they have that luxury now, and he really wasn’t gone especially long, so there’s no real reason for Keigo to be climbing all over him before he even gets his boots off.

“Are you stressed, pretty bird? Something happen?”

“Mm. Little bit. Was watching the news. They brought up Hawks. Guess I just started thinking after that.”

Touya hugs him for a moment, breathing in, centering himself. The baby feathers of Keigo’s crest tickle his nose. He wants to cry, suddenly, ridiculously, because a few years ago Keigo would never have admitted anything was amiss, certainly not something as small as that. He would never allow himself to need anything.

“Thank you for telling me, chickpea.”

“That’s not even a bird.”

Touya flicks him. “Shut up, I’m being sweet. Can I ask what they talked about, or do you just want to forget?”

Keigo shifts his weight a little. It sways both of them, since Touya is still doing most of the work of holding them upright. “Both? They, uh. Just shit about some documentary they’re making about…y’know, everything. They still act like it was sudden, or like, bad. Us. Like you corrupted me or something.”

He laughs a little, shakes his head. “I just missed you. I didn’t want you to be out there with them. I want us here. It’s none of their business.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry people are still assholes.” Touya presses a kiss to the side of his head. “But none of them get to be here. Not even stuck in your pretty little head. So go kneel in front of the couch for me, okay?”

Keigo pulls back, biting his lip. Touya pulls it free before he accidentally cuts it with his fangs.

“Problem, Kei?”

His gaze travels up and down Touya’s body before meeting his eyes again. “Can I help you? First?”

“Of course. Go right ahead.”

Keigo slides to his knees, carefully unlacing Touya’s boots and pulling them off with a reverence usually reserved for gods. When he looks up, golden gaze shining, Touya has to bite his lip. Once the boots are off, Keigo’s hands travel up his calves and curl around the back of his thighs. His breath is warm across Touya’s groin, but that’s not what tonight is about.

“Dove,” he murmurs, “finish the job.”

Keigo nuzzles into his leg. “Just wanted to look at you, angel.”

“Mhm. You can look later. Up.” He hooks his fingers into Keigo’s collar to make his point, blue-black with fiery red stitching.

He rises gracefully to his feet, sliding his hands beneath Touya’s jacket as he goes until they settle on his shoulders. At Touya’s nod, he slides the jacket off, hanging it in its place as if it’s made of gold and not beaten, ancient leather.

Touya is about to tell him to kneel by the couch when Keigo slides his hands under his shirt. His talons scrape, but they’re too short to cut now. Out of convenience, not aesthetic.

“Please?” he asks.

“Don’t get distracted,” Touya warns.

Keigo doesn’t even reply, just takes it for the yes that it is and peels the shirt off. He takes at the same agonizingly slow pace as everything else, pausing to ensure no stray threads catch on staples. Touya folds the shirt messily and tosses it on top of his boots to collect later. Keigo’s hands, predictably, land on his chest.

“Your skin is dry,” he murmurs, pouting at it.

So, maybe Touya woke up a bit later than intended and skipped some of his morning routine. Any other day he’d say fuck his plans, taking care of his scars is important, but he had to take Shouto out. Now that Keigo points it out, he can definitely feel the effects of no lotion and minimal stretching.

“Sorry, pretty bird. You wanna help?”

“So much for no distractions.” Keigo smiles. “You know I’ll take any excuse to feel you up.”

Touya snorts. “Sure. Get the lotion, then, and your oil while we’re at it.”

Keigo scampers off to their bathroom. There’s not much to do to prepare the living room—all Touya needs to do is move two of their blankets within arm’s reach, nudge the table back so there’s room for Keigo to kneel, and set out his cushion so his knees don’t hurt. He still occasionally puts up a fuss about how it isn’t necessary, but Touya has copies of X-rays and a powerpoint presentation and he is not afraid to use them. Years of hero work and rough landings mean his legs aren’t what they should be, loathe as Keigo is to admit it.

Touya pushes the reminders of ugly past conversations out of his head and grabs water and snacks, just in case. He comes back to the living room in time to see Keigo laying out the cream, oil, and towels.

Oh, he knew he was forgetting something. It’s a little awkward to hug from behind with the wings, but he sets their snacks down and does it anyway.

“Clever bird, remembering those,” he murmurs. “Good boy.”

Keigo chirps contentedly at him before stepping away. It’s just a little thing, but subs when they’re down don’t always make connections like normal. It’s a lesson Touya has learned many times, to be specific and detailed.

Keigo sits him down sideways on the couch, settling behind him to rub lotion into his back first. This part of the routine is familiar—if they’re both awake and have time, Touya usually asks for help, even though he’s more than accustomed to caring for his scars alone. His back, as a result, has some of the worst cared-for scars, and he knows Keigo is taking extra care with them.

Or maybe he just likes touching Touya.

When he’s done, Keigo grabs one of the towels, and Touya feels a small spark of disappointment. Taking care of his entire body is a chore, one he wouldn’t demand of anyone else, but he still thought Keigo wanted to-

Gentle fingers card through his hair. It’s a little too short to do anything like tangle, but Hawks takes a moment to preen him anyway.

“I’m thinking of dying it,” Touya says. “Split, like Shouto’s? I do like the white. Haven’t decided on a color for the other side, though.”

“Not red,” Keigo says immediately, splitting the hair with his fingers like he’s envisioning it. “Purple? Something dark and edgy.”

“Don’t call me edgy.” Touya rolls his shoulders. “I like purple. You wanna help? We can do it next weekend, so it it looks awful I have a few days to figure it out.”

“It won’t look awful. It’s you.”

Keigo gives him no time to acclimate to that, shifting around in front of him and pouring lotion on his hands again. He starts with his face, unblinking golden eyes barely inches from Touya’s skin as he focuses on his task. He’s gentle under his eyes, firm along the lines of his jaw where they both know Touya can’t feel a damned thing. Keigo presses in at the hinge, near his ears, and Touya winces at the dull throb.

“Sorry, Touya,” he whispers. “Is it still bothering you?”

Fuck, of course he’d remember a one-off comment from days ago. The prosthetic hasn’t been fitting the same lately, but Touya absolutely does not want to go through the hassle of fixing it.

“Only when you poke it,” he mutters.

“Fix,” Keigo tells him, prodding it again, before moving on. He takes out Touya’s earrings—the dragons curled around his ears are years old, the studs in the shape of daggers are new—and massages lotion into his ears without clogging anything up.

Touya tilts his head back for easy access to his throat, staring at the ceiling until Keigo has finished his arms and returned to his chest. He’s really groping him more than actually helping, but Touya lets him go without comment. If he’s honest, which he tries to be these days, this is another thing he’ll probably never get tired of. The way Keigo finds him beautiful and doesn’t even try to hide it.

“I know you missed me,” he says, several minutes later, “but you can always touch later, I promise.”

Keigo glances up, a little abashed, but not guilty, not ashamed. He squeezes Touya’s chest one more time before sliding to his knees, pushing his pants up to get at the scars around his calves. Even if a rush Touya does try to take care of his legs and wrists, since they see the most movement in the day, so this part isn’t as urgently needed. Keigo still takes his time, though, meticulous and methodical, before sitting back and looking to Touya for approval.

He pets his hair obligingly, coaxing him up for a quick kiss. “Good bird. That feels so much better, thank you. You want to show me your wings now?”

Keigo hums against his mouth and drops back to his knees, twisting out of his shirt before turning and spreading his wings for Touya. It’s always a little bitter, the shock of old scars covering most of his back, but Touya has run over that guilty train of thought so many times he has it memorized, and he doesn’t follow it now.

Other than the scarring, the only permanent damage is that Keigo is supposed to have glands at the base of his wings, oil he uses for preening. The glands are still there, still a sensitive spot, but they don’t produce oil anymore. Luckily, they’ve found a brand that works about as well and even smells close to the same. Touya drizzles it across the scarred glands first before swiping it onto his fingers. Somehow it makes him feel better about the whole thing.

Keigo isn’t quite as touch-starved as he used to be, but he still goes limp when Touya starts preening his wings. This, too, is a regular occurrence, so there are hardly any feathers that are broken or out of place. The preening is about more than pretty wings, though, and they both know that.

There’s no need to talk. Touya throws in the occasional bit of praise or a direction to adjust one of the wings—the things are massive when they’re not being constantly worn down—but otherwise lets Keigo float in the feeling.

It feels like no time at all before he’s done, but the ache in his lower back promises that it’s been at least an hour or two. Touya ignores that, wiping oil off his hands and Keigo’s back before coaxing him to his feet.

“I was going to cook tonight,” he murmurs, hooking his arms around Keigo’s neck, “but I think we should order in. Take a nap. Yeah?”

Keigo hums, leaning into his arm. That’s as much of an answer as Touya expects and needs. He tucks his fingers into the ring of Keigo’s collar, leading him gently back to their spare bedroom.

This is Keigo’s space more than anything. Instead of a standard mattress, there’s a circular one that dips slightly in the middle to create a lip around the edge. It’s currently piled with blankets, pillows, clothes, and any odds and ends that might have captured Keigo’s bird instincts. After the preening, and with spring about to start, Touya guesses the nest is a better nap option right now.

It seems he guessed right, since it’s all he can do to call in to one of their favorite restaurants before he’s being pulled into the nest. Keigo almost immediately wraps around him, craving warmth. He runs cold to Touya, so the position works just fine for both of them.

The doorbell jolts both of them from a light doze half an hour later. Keigo makes a sound in the back of his throat and lifts himself over Touya, mantling his wings and hardening them like swords.

“Easy, pretty bird, it’s just the food. You gotta let me up to go get it, okay?”

Keigo huffs, collapsing on top of him. “No.”

“I’m hungry, Kei. And I wanna feed you.”

Keigo makes another displeased noise, and three feathers shoot out of the room, returning a moment later with the takeout bags.

“I admit I forget you can do that sometimes,” Touya says. “Message received. No leaving.”

Keigo chirrups, worming happily closer to him. “Stay.”

“Always, Keigo.” Touya kisses the top of his head. “Always.”

#free falling #flfverse #takami keigo #todoroki touya #snippets #i'll probably toss this up on ao3 eventually #once i edit it a bit and all that #for now tho just tumblr #d/s au #you CAN ask me about stuff in this fic! i'm not tagging it with spoilers bc there are only really a few things implied #if i do talk about actual spoilers i'll tag them and hide them behind a readmore #anyone anon wherever you are i hope this makes you happy lol

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ao3feed-hawks · 11 months

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Doomed from the Start [English]

Doomed From The Start [English] by sasdavvero

Freedom.

That was what he felt as he flew over the scattered lights of the night, a strange warmth in his chest and lightness, the wind blew on his skin, it messed up his hair, it tickled his feather, and that was it.

He'd called this sensation freedom.

He was just flying around, sure, it was the first time he was flying ever since… always, but he thought that that was what freedom meant.

To fly, fly high in the sky, fly over anything and everything and feel light.

Only this.

Words: 1564, Chapters: 1/65, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of DabiHawks Possession AU [English]

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Possession, Blood and Gore, Angst, Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Magic, Quirks are a Type of Magic, Kinda, Sad Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, some OCs are very important. some are side characters, Short Chapters, assassin hawka, possessed dabi, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47783737

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hotwings #♥#Dabihawks #Hotwings #Rumi Usagiyama #Miruko #⚣#R:T #W:D #W:V #A:Sasdavvero #Fantasy AU #Angst

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tickly-giggles · 7 months

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First time posting here in a bit, and I'm excited!

I wanted to do some cute stuff with the Keigo owns a tk blog AU, so here's some cute art! Admittedly, I had a hard time making Hawks look younger, the only thing I could really do was take away his beard lol

They're in their jammies TvT

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cozzzynook · 2 years

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Because of my last repost, it’s got me missing fall 🍁, so of course, dabihawks 🔥

Dabi sipping apple cider from his favorite kitty mug while in a warm poorly knit sweater he made for Hawks with the back cut out.

Thick, crisp book in hand as he sits in the large open window with red leaves sticking because of the light rain fall that slightly fogs the window. But he can’t really feel the cold with a sleepy bird laying on him.

Hawks head on his stomach, arms wrapped around his waist, pointy talons tickling his skin through the holes of his sweater.

Warm tuffs of air clouding the skin graft on his hip as Hawks snoozes peacefully.

Wings laying half to the side, half smooshed against the cotton blanket that protects him from the window.

They twitch every so often and it’s a welcome reminder to Dabi that his bird is safe where he can see him.

Taking the day to himself that he deserves more than anyone and that later, when Hawks wakes, they can finally try that cookie recipe he knows Hawks has been dying for him to make.

#bnha #mha #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #fluff #hotwings #pro hero hawks #keigo tamaki #mha hawks #mha dabi #soft dabihawks #fall season

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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I headcannon that Hawks is feather ticklish. I imagine him as this laid-back guy who has a wicked love if using his feathers to tickle unsuspecting villains into submission... bur is actually super ticklish himself and can even be tickled by his own feathers

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Oh my god YES! Hawks beloved- being sensitive to his own feathers akrjkaerkjaerkjarkje This is delightfully mischevious- I've gotcha covered, friend!

Hawks lived for chaos.

Especially the tickly kind.

The issue that came with it though? He always toed the line of risk and reward, playing with fire-quite literally.

“Well well.” The flame spoke back to him one day, feather caught in hand and twirled around a few times. “Now who’s got the power, pretty bird?”

~~~ “How is it you’re covered in these things and yet are still so sensitive to them?” Dabi mused, sitting on Hawk’s thighs as he dragged the stolen feather up and down the blonde’s back, making him squirm and cackle beneath him. “I’m barely even touching you and you’re acting like I’m trying to kill you.”

“Thahhahahahat’s becahhahahhause you ahahhhahahre! Geahhahahahhahaha, Dahhahahahbi, plehahahahhahsae!” Hawks squealed out, feet kicking the best they could as he buried his face in the nearest pillow. He just had to try and tickle Dabi today, didn’t he? The opportunity was there, but so was the risk, and Hawks laughed in the face of such a thing as he drew his feathers.

And now it was laughing back at him. Lovely.

“Huh- maybe it’s the whole “Can’t tickle yourself thing”, yeah? That’s why you're immune?” Dabi considered out loud, swirling the feather behind Hawk’s ears and earning a squeal. “Wouldn’t be much of a hero if you reacted like this every time you went to fly.”

“Yohoohhohou shuhuhuuht your mohohoohuth! Geahhahahahaha-AHAHHAA NOOHOOHOHOHOOHO!” Hawks’ squirms intensified when Dabi dragged the feather along the base of his wings, the movement slow and deliberate. “NOOHOHOT THEHEHEHHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, looks like the bad spot’s even worse with these.” Dabi snickered, dragging it again and again over the spot as Hawks’ laugh turned silent. “Aww, where’s my song, pretty bird?” He switched back to dragging it along the blonde’s ribs, earning a booming cackle. “There it is! That’s right- sing for me.”

Hawks learned to be more picky about his risks going forward.

#headcanons to dabbles #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #tickle #tickle dabble #mha/bnha #fluff #*screaming crying dancing around*#I love Hawks being feather ticklish akjerjarkjaekjr #Dabi is evil in this one whoops-

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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For the tickletober prompts, how about #8 (trapped) with DabiHawks? :D hope you're doing well, fren! <3

TickleTober Day #8: Trapped

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“Well, Hawks,” Dabi said with a sinister grin as he pushed the hero down onto the bed, climbing on top of him. “What do you think of my solution?”

Hawks smirked up at him defiantly, but inside, his heart was racing a million miles a minute. They’d been bantering and flirting and eventually kissing throughout the night, but before they could go any further, Dabi had reminded him that last time Hawks’ wings kept getting in the way and ruining everything, and he wanted to do something about that.

His “solution”?

Cuffs for his wings.

Now the pro hero shifted a little, testing the strength of the unique restraints. They held. He also couldn’t move his arms because – as if wing cuffs weren’t enough – Dabi had also bound his arms behind him. Hawks might find it exciting if he weren’t so perturbed by his efficiency.

“So, now what? You going to have your way with me?” Hawks teased, trying to get the mood back to where it had been before he’d been trapped like this.

Dabi chuckled. “Eventually. But first…” He unzipped his partner’s jacket and snaked his hands inside, curling his fingers, making Hawks shudder and fight back a smile. “I’m going to play with you a little bit.”

“Wait—” Hawks managed a single word of protest before bursting into giggles, squirming uselessly beneath Dabi’s fingers. “Nohohohoho! I thohohohohought we were gohohohohoing to do sohohohohomething else!”

“Oh, we will.” Dabi leaned down and kissed him. “But not until I’ve made you beg for it.”

Hawks shuddered again, his laughter increasing in pitch and volume when Dabi worked his way up his ribs and into the space just below his armpits. He tossed his head back and cackled, shaking his head. “Plehehehehease, no! Not thehehehehehere! Don’t do this, Dahahahahahabi!”

Dabi shrugged nonchalantly, though it was clear he was enjoying himself. “I’m a villain. It’s in my nature to want to torture others sometimes.”

“You jeheheheheherk! I hahahahahate you – AHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! NONONO PLEASE I TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHACK!! DABI!!”

Dabi continued tickling his worst spot hard and fast, enjoying every scream of laughter and hysterical plea that came from his heroic boyfriend.

It was a long time before he finally decided to show mercy and move on.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shot #tickletober 2022 #bnha #mha #dabi #hawks #dabihawks #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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r-azio · 2 years

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You Are (Not?) The Father!

#raz art #the latest chapter title… my brain worms were tickled #dabi #bnha #bnha dabi #dabi bnha #dabihawks #hawks #bnha hawks #endhawks #todoroki enji #bnha endeavour #hawks bnha #endeavor bnha #mpreg #tw mpreg

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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Daily Speedwrite Pairings: Day 25

“I trusted you!” -DabiHawks

“So tell me, feathers.” Dabi spoke suddenly, eyes fixated on the movie in front of him.

Hawks perked up nervously, turning his attention from the tv to the man on the other end of the couch. “Tell you what?”

“Something I don’t know about you, number two. We are friends aren’t we?” The flame villain replied.

“Aww I’m so flattered, Dabi.” Keigo gushed as he crossed his ankles, which were currently laying in the latter’s lap, “Well. I’m one of four siblings, unfortunately the baby. I have two older brothers and an older sister.”

“How precious.” Dabi said with a snort, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “What was your relationship like?”

“I mean, just your average TV sitcom family. My sister would always be on the phone to talk about boys with her friends. My brothers and I would constantly fight, wrestle, have nerf gun battles, build pillow forts, have tickle fights, the list goes on.”

The flame villain couldn’t help but find himself longing for the relationship that Keigo had with his brothers. Dabi grinned subtly, showing a pleased look of contentment on his face. “Sounds like quite the experience.”

“Yeah it was always something new with them. Though, I did get ‘bullied’ by them a lot.” The winged hero replied, placing air quotations around his words.

“Bullied?” Dabi asked, mimicking Hawks’ motion.”

“Yeah.” He replied with a short chuckle, “for example our ‘tickle fights’ were actually, ‘let’s pin baby brother down and tickle him until mom gets pissed at us for making so much noise.’”

The flame villain snickered.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” Keigo asked with annoyance in his tone.

“In a cosmic sort of way, yes.”

“You wound me, Dabs. I trusted you with my childhood trauma, and this is how you repay me?” Hawks threw his arm on his forehead in. Dramatic manner, shielding his eyes from the world.

“Idiot.” Dabi mumbled with a menacing grin, clawing a hand into Keigo’s side and squeezing quickly, “that was your first mistake.”

“NgH- Dabi n-nO.”

“I mean c’mon, feathers. You can’t tell me you got tickled to hell as a kid and not expect me to try this.”

“Nohot fahahair.”

“Ah here he goes, giggling away.” The flame hero teased, moving to pinch right above Hawks’ belly button.

“Ohohokahahahay! Yohohohou triehehed!”

“I’m not quite satisfied though. I haven’t gotten you all riled up yet.” Dabi replied innocently, skittering his fingers along the pair of feet in his lap.

“Bahahahstahahahard!” Keigo squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with his arm.

“Gasp! How dare you?!” The flame villain cooed as he locked his hand around one of Hawks’ ankles.

“Dahahahabi! Nohohoho!”

“Alright alright.” Dabi ceased his attack and gave the winged hero a chance to catch his breath...

“Aaaaaand right back in-“

Keigo threw his head back and cried out as Dabi dug ruthlessly into his ribs. “NAHAHAH! DAHAHABIHIHIHI! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh yes there. I found your tickle spot.” Dabi hummed gleefully, letting his fingers prod at Hawks’ ribs without any sign of stopping.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASEHEHE!”

“Nah. This is so much fun.”

Dabi had to admit, seeing how easy it was to take down the number two hero made him pretty giddy. Nonetheless, he looked fondly upon Keigo, who was currently flushed and smiling brightly through his laughter.

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