Dabihawks/Phoenix/Hotwings oneshots

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Not requested, made by me and my friend Celina252619

Top Dabi
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                    No one's POV

The room buzzed with the usual chaos of the League of Villains’ hideout. Amidst the murmurs and the plotting, Hawks lounged casually against a wall, a playful glint in his eye. Across from him, Dabi leaned against a table, his arms crossed and his expression set in its usual scowl.

Hawks grinned, his eyes flicking over to Dabi. “You know, Dabi,” he drawled, his voice carrying just enough to catch the attention of those nearby, “I always wondered if those scars go all the way down.”

The room fell silent for a beat, the tension palpable. Toga snickered, and Twice muttered something incoherent. Dabi’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of blue flame dancing at his fingertips.

Hawks continued, undeterred. “I mean, I’ve seen you in some pretty hot situations, but I bet you’re just as fiery in—”

“Enough.” Dabi’s voice was a low growl. He pushed off the table and stalked towards Hawks, each step deliberate, predatory. Without a word, he grabbed Hawks by the collar and hauled him through a side door, slamming it shut behind them.

The room they entered was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small, barred window high on the wall. Dabi released Hawks with a shove, his eyes blazing.

“What’s your game, Hawks?” he hissed, flames licking up his arms. “Why do you keep pushing me?”

Hawks straightened his jacket, a smirk still playing on his lips. “Just having a bit of fun, Dabi. You should try it sometime.”

Dabi’s fists clenched, the heat in the room rising. “Fun? You think this is a joke?”

Hawks shrugged, his demeanor unflinching. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you riled up. It’s quite the show.”

Dabi’s flames flared brighter, casting eerie shadows on the walls. He stepped closer, until their faces were inches apart. “You’re playing a dangerous game, bird boy.”

For a moment, the air between them crackled with tension. Then, to Hawks’ surprise, Dabi’s flames dimmed, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re insane.”

Hawks relaxed slightly, a genuine smile breaking through his usual façade. “Maybe. But it worked, didn’t it? Got you to loosen up a bit.”

Dabi shook his head, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re an idiot.”

“Probably,” Hawks conceded, stepping back. “But you have to admit, it’s never boring when I’m around.”

Dabi sighed, the last of his flames extinguishing. “Just… keep your jokes to yourself next time, alright?”

“No promises,” Hawks said, winking as he headed for the door. “But I’ll try to keep it PG-13.”

As Hawks slipped out of the room, Dabi watched him go, a myriad of emotions flickering in his eyes. For a moment, just a moment, he allowed himself to smile.

Dabi's initial shock quickly turned into fervent aggression. He grabbed Hawks by the hair, pulling him closer as their tongues clashed. The kiss was a battle for dominance, each refusing to yield. Hawks' hands roamed down Dabi's back, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
Breaking the kiss, Dabi shoved Hawks against the wall, his breath coming in ragged pants. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" he muttered, his voice husky.
Hawks smirked, his eyes dark with desire.
"Maybe I just wanted to see how far you'd go."
Dabi growled, his hands moving to undo Hawks' belt. "Then let's see if you can handle it."
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, both too impatient to care about neatness.

Dabi's hands were everywhere, exploring Hawks' body with a mixture of roughness and surprising tenderness. Hawks' breath hitched as Dabi's mouth found his neck, biting and sucking marks into his skin.
"Dabi..." Hawks moaned, his hands gripping Dabi's shoulders.
Dabi pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. "You talk too much," he muttered before dropping to his knees.
Hawks' head fell back against the wall as Dabi's mouth worked him with an intensity that left him breathless. The heat, the friction, the sheer fervor of it all was overwhelming. His hands found their way into Dabi's hair, gripping tightly as he tried to steady himself.
Just when Hawks thought he couldn't take any more, Dabi pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. "Turn around," he ordered.

Hawks obeyed, bracing himself against the wall. He felt Dabi's hands on his hips, positioning him before pressing inside with a force that made him gasp. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as Dabi set a relentless pace, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through Hawks' body.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Hawks' cries grew louder, his body trembling as he neared the edge. Dabi's grip on his hips tightened, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.
With a final, powerful thrust, Dabi sent Hawks over the edge. He cried out, his body shaking as pleasure consumed him.
Dabi followed moments later, a low growl escaping his lips as he found his own release.
For a moment, they stood there, panting and spent. Then, Dabi pulled out and stepped back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and lingering anger. Hawks turned to face him, a lazy smile on his lips.

"That was... unexpected," Hawks said, his voice breathless.
Dabi scoffed, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Just... keep your jokes to yourself next time, alright?"
Hawks chuckled, pulling Dabi into a brief, tender kiss. "No promises."
As they began to redress, Dabi watched Hawks with a myriad of emotions flickering in his eyes. For a moment, just a moment, he allowed himself to smile.
Later that night, as the League dispersed, Dabi found himself replaying the interaction in his mind. He hated how Hawks could get under his skin, but a part of him almost enjoyed the challenge.
Maybe Hawks was right; maybe he needed a bit of chaos to keep things interesting.
From the shadows, Hawks watched Dabi with a knowing smile.

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