dabihawks suggestive fluff and bird instincts!🐤♥️
It’s not easy for any big pro to date, this is just a known fact.
Between weeding out the people who’s just in it for the status or money, the actual crazy stalkers, and the people willing to sell you as a story to the press?
Yeah, it’d be like having a second job, which he is way too busy for.
That’s the excuse Keigo usually go with, and so far, it have worked swell.
Well, up until this moment, it had. Now it was all falling apart, and it was falling fast.
Now, there were big, warm hands running trough his sensitive wings, mismatched lips that had been a leading role in Keigo’s dreams for a long time were kissing and biting his neck and shoulder, and electric blue eyes are looking at him like he’s something to be loved and desired.
All of it would have been perfect if it weren’t for the other part of the dating question Keigo was so often confronted with.
The answer he didn’t give out to anyone, ever.
Because besides the whole hero thing, there was the whole bird thing.
To be fair, how could anyone sit down the person they have any sort of feelings for and explain that, because of your quirk, the whole dating and mating process is more complicated than anyone would expect?
That it takes a long time for romantic interest to start, because most big birds, unlike humans, mate for life.
Keigo’s brain telling him that for any romantic and sexual to occur, he needs to know all he can about this potential mate.
He needs to be sure.
Which is ironic, considering the person his instincts finally decided to let in is the one of the most dangerous villains in the country.
At least, that’s what said villain wants everyone to think.
Keigo knows it’s more complicated than that.
But right now, Keigo has other things on his mind.
Like those hands moving from his wings to his ass, and those mismatched lips presses against Keigo’s own, their tounges dancing eagerly against each other, making the winged man whine into the arsonists’ mouth.
«Dabs, wait-» Keigo gasps as they pull apart, and Dabi hums curiously as he moves to press kisses to Keigo’s jaw.
«I- I need to, ah fuck, right there…»
Dabi contuine to nibble and suck a hickey right under Keigo’s ear, before he stops and pulls back.
«You need to what, pretty Bird?» he asks, hands slowly running up and down Keigo’s bare sides.
Keigo blinket, trying to clear his head.
«I, uhm, just, I need to know if this is just, heh, yanno, if…»
He trailed off and felt his face heat up.
Fuck, why was this so hard?! Talking was usually one of his strong suits.
But Dabi just hums deeply, and as he leans forward to press a quick kiss to Keigo’s lips, before he leans his forhead against Keigo’s.
«If this is just about the fucking for me?» he finishes off Keigo’s awkward rambling, and to his horror Keigo hears himself let out an embarrased chirp as he nods quickly and draws back a little.
«There’s nothin’ wrong with that of course, I just, my whole chemestry is a bit different, and it’s not something I can change, and I’m not sure how I’d deal if this wasn’t meaning the same to you?» he finally admits, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding Dabi’s eyes.
Dabi doesn’t reply right away, instead he gently but firmly grabs Keigo’s chin and make him look at him again, and Keigo’s heart flutters embarrasingly when he sees that the healthy parts of Dabi’s face is tinted pink, and how heavy his eyes are.
«Do you think I make a habit of sleeping with heroes?» he asks with a smirk.
Keigo rolls his eyes a little, but feels a smil tug at his lips.
«I don’t know what you’re up to in your spare time,» he quips back, and Dabi laughs in that lovely deep way he does.
«Well, I don’t,» he says before he leans in and kisses the hero deeply, moving his hands back towards his waist.
«So no, this is not just a random fuck to me, either,» he says when they break apart again.
Keigo just nods frantically, desperate to have those hands back all over him.
«Okay, yeah, good,» he gasps as Dabi’s hands moves to help guide Keigo’s hips against his own.
«Good,» Dabi repeats with a smirk and heavy eyes.
«Now, let’s get to the main act, shall we?»
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Still not normal about the bad boys
I think Jimmy and Joel's deaths change my brain chemestry forever, like- they didn't expected to died like that but there was nothing they could have done to avoid their destiny.
How different but similar their deaths were. Jimmy went out with the lighting and everyone seeing him, the histerical laughs of his bad boys that couldn't believe it, the shock of everyone asking how and more histerical laughs because the first of them was gone, they were the first alliance to lose someone. And it was so anticlimatic because Jimmy had time, he had an entire hour to try to get some kills, to survive, they were taking it easy and didn't expect it.
And then you have Joel, the one chased by Scar and Scott, leaving with seven minutes and refusing to kill Grian even when he begged him "KILL ME JOEL. I HAVE THE TIME. KILL ME" to finally do it and killing Scar. He is in an hour and some minutes, he has the time to regroup with Grian and get some kills but he gets kill. And the clock is ticking fast and fast and he needs the kill and Grian is there to say him to kill him at least one talking about how there is gonna be two hours less for him and Joel just jumping back down because he doesn't want to kill his last friend. And Grian jumping behind him, trying to calm him and said he can make it, making the tnt minecarts. And there it was the lighting and nothing. No screams, no laughs, just the calm sound of the water before Grian gets hit with the reality that Joel is gone to and screaming just his name.
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