#dragon!dabi

‘Still a poser, huh, bird brain?’ Dabi thinks to himself from where he sits with his crew across the bar, watching some Royal Knights ham it up. 

Among those Knights, sits a face he hasn’t seen since his hair was white and his skin smooth, and has his dragon rearing to the surface in a mixture of rage and the still lingering interest. 

Keigo Takami.

Or Hawks now apparently.

Fucking Council drone. 

“What do you think, air fryer?” Shigaraki’s rasp breaks through his bitter train of thought to bring him back to the present and whatever conversation the fools were having.

“Huh? What’d you say, crusty?” Dabi hums around his drink, having to be careful not to spill it on himself while also keeping his scales hidden. 

“The bird Knight.” Shigaraki huffs, ignoring the shot. “Rumor has it he’s a complete playboy. Think any of us have a chance?”

Dabi hums in thought, eyes focusing on Hawks once more and taking in all the little tells that the Commission probably didn't notice enough to beat out of him. Even having the bartender flirt with him had him looking ready to crawl out of his skin. Birdie was still a hopelessly awkward virgin. 

Dabi briefly wonders if he can change that.

“None of you, no.” Dabi finally answers, watching a secondary feather harden in discomfort when the bartender touches his arm playfully. “But...” Dabi downs his drink. “If he wasn’t a Council snake, I might know a way.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Shigaraki sneers, leaning in to get a better look at Dabi’s half-hidden face. “And what would that be?”

Dabi thinks back to all the longing looks and harpy courting behaviors Hawks had sent his way when they were still Keigo and Touya back in Knight training that he had pretended to be oblivious to, and wonders if any of that is still there. His half-dragon heritage had started to flare up at that point and he hadn’t wanted to drag Kei down with him but said dragon also never forgot the one it wanted to claim as his mate.

What would happen if he tried?

‘Shut up, you stupid lizard.’ Dabi growls to his dragon. ‘He’s a Knight. The Council’s probably broken him beyond repair. Kei’s probably as dead as Touya.’

‘ But how do we know ?’

Dabi stews with that for another moment before stealing Shigaraki’s drink to down as well and throwing them a devilish smirk. “Watch and learn, Dusty. Maybe you and your own lizard will finally stop dancing around each other.”

He snickers to himself as the sounds of Shigaraki and Spinner sputtering excuses follow him to the bar under the guise of getting another drink. 

“Excuse me.” He mutters as he raises his body temperature so the other Knights blocking the bar will move until he’s standing next to the half-harpy. 

“Behind you, pretty bird.” He hums in a low rumble that has feathers puffing just as they used to when his voice first started doing that. “Another ale please.” He asks the bartender with a sly smirk.

“Tou-no it can’t be...” Dabi hears Hawks whisper so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t for his dragon hearing.

He makes some low whistling-chirping sound that Keigo had taught him years ago and hears the Knight gasp before he curses as he’s suddenly rushed out of the tavern and pinned against an alley wall by furious talons.

“You were alive, asshole?!” Hawks growls, trying to seem intimidating despite how his wings tremble behind him in hurt. 

“Hello to you, too, pretty bird.” Dabi smirks, pulling his talons back with his own claws. “See you’re doing well for yourself.”

Pupils pin at the show of strength, but Hawks still bares his fangs at the half-dragon. “Yeah, doing great. Number 2 actually, but we were supposed to be up here together . What the fuck happened to you?” 

Dabi raises an eyebrow before letting his pupils slit, eyes turn feral, and showing off fangs and forked tongue which, in turn, moves his cloak down enough to show off his scales. He growls when Hawks steps away in shock and the sound is anything but human.

“In case the claws didn’t give it away, I became a freak. Seriously think the Council would let me anywhere near a ranking chart?” Dabi huffs, letting the draconic features that he could control return to human. “My own father wouldn’t let me back in the house. I’m half-shifted to stay alive because he burned and mauled me in his attempt to get rid of the abomination he created.” 

Hawks makes a series of enraged bird noises before his eyes widen in horror. “He said you ran away...I comforted that fucking fool!”

Dabi sneers, the growl starting back up. “The only thing I ran away from was him, and I didn’t even do it. He left me for dead woods and some wizard and his alchemist pet snatched up my dying corpse. So sorry I didn’t want anything to do with the Knights after that though.”

There’s more enraged trilling before Hawks is in his face again with a feral look in his eyes. “You’ll be perfect for my case then.”

It’s Dabi’s turn to step back in shock now. “What are you talking about, birdie.”

“Wanted the rest of the story out of you, Hot Stuff.” Hawks smirks. “You really thought they could fool a harpy’s senses with such shitty lies and half-truths? Their heartbeats alone gave them away, but the scent of you burning that clung to him for weeks after almost got me put down.” He admits with a threatening chitter. 

Dabi’s eyes widen and he suddenly decides Hawks doesn’t need to know this was supposed to be a quick fuck to prove a point as his dragon rumbles happily at how strong his mate has become. “Have you been plotting chaos, pretty bird?” He smirks.

“Enough to make you proud even from the other side, Touya.” Hawks grins proudly. 

“Mmm, yeah no, Dabi now. That name died with me.” Dabi mutters with a sneer. “Glad I get a front-row seat then. What planning to dethrone the speciest piece of shit holding number one first?” 

Hawks snorts. “Cremation? Really? Fine, Dabi then.” He snickers before smirking. “I plan to expose him. I already have three very angry dragons on my side, and once he’s been destroyed socially, I’ll destroy the Council that let him get away with it and their precious rankings so he can sit in the fact that he destroyed himself and his family for absolutely nothing and can stew in that as he rots in a jail cell where he belongs.”

Dabi’s pupils are back to slits as he rumbles in delight and pulls the half-harpy in for an absolutely filthy kiss that he should have given into almost a decade ago. He kisses the birdie like he plans to steal the breath from his lungs, but he has one more question to ask when they come up for air. 

“Why?”

Hawks clicks as though insulted as his own talons dig into surprisingly soft black hair and grab one of the horns he’s surprised to find hiding there to pull him into another equally filthy kiss. “Mine.” He chitters, pupils completely lost in a sea of fierce gold that pin feral turquoise in place. “My bird claimed you first and the rest agreed that even if you had never returned our affections, I would stay by your side and fight for you forever. You were never getting rid of me if I had known you were alive.”

A low growl builds in Dabi’s chest before, suddenly, leathery wings burst from his back and they’re taking off into the air and devouring each other with a decade’s worth of buried emotions that are finally getting to come to the surface and have a claim to stake.

“Fuck, pretty bird,” Dabi growls as deadly fangs nip at Hawks’ lower lip. “Should’ve accepted your courting back then. Could’ve added you to my hoard and draped you in all the pretty riches I could find as you deserve. Gold chains inlaid with rubies and a pretty leather collar with an aquamarine, so you remember who you belong to when you go flying. You’d look so pretty draped across my furs.” He rambles, long forked tongue dominating the harpy’s mouth between promises. “So perfect.”

Hawks chitters and trills in delight as he does his best to return the kiss, but ultimately lets Dabi do as he pleases while he works on the half-dragon's gods forsaken three belts to get in his pants and bats his own wings to get them a little further from the town, even if they are fairly high up. “As long as I get to cover you in just as much shiny shit, you can do whatever you want.” He pants when given a moment to breathe.

The image encourages Dabi to start kissing, biting, and sucking his way down Hawks’s neck to stake his claim as he makes quick work of the birdie’s own belt and pants, smirking at the annoyed huff his ease gets out of his little hopeful mate. “Relax, birdie. You learn how to use your claws when you don’t have the money to pay for new pants.” He teases.

He can’t help but laugh at how the birdie’s wings puff up in annoyance even as he does his best to make his own marks in the dragon’s tough skin. 

A glance down shows them to be far enough away from the town to not be charged with indecent exposure so Dabi smirks before ripping a squawk out of Hawks when he hoists him up for easy access to his leaking dick and a forked tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Hold the horn if you need to.” He warns before wrapping his tongue around Hawks’ dick completely and taking him down his throat with a rumple that makes Hawks squawk at the vibrations. 

“Fu-Dabi! Shit! More! Shit, please!” Hawks trills, wings fluttering behind him as he holds onto Dabi’s horns for dear life. 

Dabi smirks around the length in his mouth as he carefully inches the harpy’s pants down further and retracts his claws. He pulls back enough to uncoil his tongue from around Hawks’ cock before taking it down his throat again and letting the tongue sneak out to prod at the harpy’s hole to make him chirp again.

“Da-bi!” Hawks moans, squirming and chirping at the stimulation. “How?” 

Dabi just looks up at him, the smirk obvious in his eyes as a suddenly claw-free hand takes advantage of the spit now slicking Hawks’ hole to slip a finger in to join the tongue and get more pretty bird song from the trembling Knight. 

“Fuuu-“ Hawks shudders. “You're gonna ki-kill me- shit!” 

Dabi rolls draconic eyes at the dramatics before going back to his self-assigned task of getting the birdie needy and open to take his cock. Completely impractical this high in the air, but his dragon demands it and for once he’s not gonna argue. 

“Cl-close! Shit, Dabi, I’m close!” Hawks whines and coos and he shakes in the dragon’s strong grip. 

Dabi just raises an eyebrow, his only response being to swallow around the head when it hits the back of his throat and nudges a bundle of nerves with three fingers that he's managed to work inside the harpy’s hole. 

Hawks lets out a pretty little chirping, trilling noise, and his wings sharpen as he cums hard down the dragon’s throat, his hold on purplish black horns probably being the only thing keeping him upright. 

Dabi smirks as he pulls his head back with a pop, mischief-filled turquoise looking up into hazy gold. “Think I can get another one out of you?” 

Hawks blinks, panting heavily for a moment before he nods and whines as Dabi pulls his fingers out. 

“Trust me enough to reach into my pocket for oil?” Dabi asks.

Hawks flushes a pretty pink as a feather chooses that moment to catch up with them and deposit a vial of oil onto Dabi’s chest. “About that…”

Dabi lets out a pleased rumble as he situates Hawks lower on his body for balance so he can uncork the vial and pour some on his fingers to make sure Hawks is open enough before reaching behind Hawks further to pour a generous amount on his own cock. 

“I’ll take you apart plenty later, but I’m afraid our current positions means you’ll have to do most of the work unless you want to take a tumble through the air.” Dabi hums, at least helping Hawks scoot himself back to line up. 

“Don’t care.” Hawks chirps, talons digging into scales for support as he gets himself lined up. “Thought I’d never get to do this. You could have bent me over a dumpster for all I care.” Gold eyes narrow at the dragon’s snort. “Do not fuck me over a dumpster.” 

Dabi can’t help but laugh at the birdie’s sudden seriousness even as he smirks up at fierce eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it, birdie. You’re at least worth the royal dumpster.” He teases, laughing more when he gets whacked. 

“How did you become even more of an a-AH-ass! Fuuuck!” Hawks moans when he’s suddenly pulled down on Dabi’s cock and warbles with how full he suddenly feels with it only halfway in. 

“Trauma does shit to people.” Dabi shrugs, loosening his grip now so Hawks can set the pace. “Now I believe you had a claim to stake?” 

Gold eyes pin once more and rake over unclaimed skin as though trying to calculate how to change that without breaking a tooth on scales before deciding to figure that out when they get there. With this decision in mind, Hawks braces his hands on Dabi’s stomach to give himself leverage as he attempts to sink down further with a chirp. 

By the time he has it all in him, his arms are shaking and his wings are trembling as he lets out a constant stream of overwhelmed chirps that have Dabi rumbling deep in his chest in arousal. 

“Too much, pretty bird?” Dabi growls, reaching a once again clawed hand to caress Hawks’ straining cock and lightly press down on the slight bulge of the harpy’s stomach where his cock is stuffing him nice and full.

“Full.” Hawks chirps quietly with a wobbly smile. “Guess the dragon genes really took over, huh?” 

“Oh, you have no idea.” Dabi chuckles lowly. “Wait ‘til I cum, pretty bird. You’ll probably have to go home after this with how much will be leaking out of you. Filling you completely and letting anyone with a nose knows just who you belong to.” A smirk. “And you’re in for a real trip come winter.”

Hawks flushes beneath his shirt at the implications, wings fluttering in their effort to help get him moving. “Fuck, Dabi.”

“That is the plan, yes,” Dabi smirks, chuckling when a wing whacks him. “Need some help, pretty bird?”

“Yes. Please. Fuck, there’s so much.” Hawks whines, moaning when Dabi’s grip tightens to pull him up slowly, cursing at how tight the harpy is before pulling him back down and making both moan loudly.

It takes them a few times, but eventually, Hawks gets his bearings enough to start trying to help. By now, though, Dabi has already realized that he can definitely fuck up into the birdie in this position and it isn’t long before Hawks is once again boneless, chirping and moaning as he lets himself be used.

“Fuck, birdie.” Dabi growls from where his mouth is hovering close to Hawks’ shoulder, ready to claim. “So fucking tight. You’re going to drive me insane. Such a perfect little mate, aren’t you?”

Hawks moans, wings puffing up at the praise as he finally finds a spot he thinks should be soft enough to mark. “Big. Good mate. Filling me up.” He chirps.

Dabi’s rumbling picks up as his speed does and it isn’t long until Hawks is babbling about being close again. “Right behind you, pretty bird.” He growls. “Cum whenever you want, I’m right behind you.”

Hawks lets out a warbling moan as he cums a second time, talons digging into the half-dragon's human skin as he bites into the soft spot he found and his wings puff out. The chirps turn into a content almost purring noise as he lets Dabi continue, sated himself and now just wanting his new mate to cum.

Dabi groans loudly as Hawks tightens around him with his orgasm and makes his hips stutter as it drags him over the edge. He muffles a roar by leaving his own bite on the harpy’s shoulder as he starts filling him with rope after rope of cum that has him squirming with how full it leaves him. 

“Da-…bi…” Hawks eventually whines. “Too much.” 

Dabi just runs his claws down Hawks' back in what he hopes is a calming gesture as he licks the new bite and waits to stop cumming. 

“Dabiiii!” Hawks pouts instead. 

“I warned you. Now it’s either in you or on some poor traveler’s head.” Dabi chuckles as he basks in the post-orgasm brain fog. “It’ll stop soon.”

“You are so lucky I don’t have any eggs.” Hawks huffs even as he relents to laying on Dabi’s still-clothed chest as the half-dragon starts taking them to the alley. He wraps his feathered wings around them for modesty's sake. 

Dabi crowds Hawks against a wall once they’re on the ground for support so he can pull out and his pupils slit when his cum starts leaking out of Hawks’ utterly abused hole. 

“Fuck, birdie. Think a feather can hold that in or do I need to eat you out a second time?” Dabi growls, tilting his head predatorily. 

Hawks hisses in sensitivity when his cock tries to twitch at the thought. “Feather should get me home.” He decides before giving a little smirk. “I might need some help from there though.”

Dabi rumbles deep in his chest once more as he plucks a loose feather. “Let me say my goodbyes real quick, and I’ll be more than happy to take you apart properly.”

Dabi makes quick work of refastening his pants and belts before hurrying inside and slamming the feather down in front of Shigaraki with a wicked smirk that his disheveled appearance backs up. “Let me know if you need date night recommendations. Got some good connections now for you two to get your shit together.” He chuckles before throwing a wave over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, losers!”

His friends just stare at the feather in disbelief.

You snuggled into Dabi's side, simply watching the clouds above you. It was one of your favorite past times with the dragon.

It was strange to think about it, but he was your best friend. You'd met when you were children, which seemed so far away now, and yet it still sometimes felt like you'd only met yesterday.

You were maybe seven or eight, and you were playing ball with some of your friends from the village. The ball rolled off into the forest, which didn't hold the implications then as it does now.

Dabi had only just claimed the territory, and hadn't really warned off the humans yet. So to a naive human child, you saw nothing wrong with wandering into the forest to find it.

Find it, you did, but you also got yourself lost, and rather than staying put, like your parents had warned you to do, you wandered deeper and deeper into the forest, until lo and behold, you happened upon the dragon.

He had only just left his own home, and was about the same age as you. He warned you with a flame, but didn't know how to handle you when you started crying instead of running. In the end, he carried you back to the village.

Of course, you weren't always the smartest of people, and rather than avoiding the forest, like a normal child, the very next day you went into the tall tall trees on your own, strutting through the forest, hoping to stumble into the dragon again.

"What're you thinking about?" Dabi grumbled, noticing your goofy expression.

"Oh, just how we became friends." You said. Dabi went silent, his tail flicking once. He looked down at your form, how positively beautiful you had become. He'd been meaning to talk to you about something, for a year now. But everytime the thought crossed it, his mind began to wander.

What if you didn't want to? What if you left him? What if you never came back, after he asked?

This time. He told himself. He shifted down into his human form... His entire human form.

"Oof." You slumped to the ground beneath you, without Dabi's dragon form to support you. You sat up, looking at him, in confusion, but your eyes widened when you saw the complete lack of draconic features. His entirely human form. "Dabi?" You asked, cautiously, "Are you alright?" He hated looking like a human, and you've only seen him take this form once. His scars stood out more, that way... Even when he wanted to be smaller, which was the rare moment, he always opted to remain as similar to a dragon as possible.

"I figured..." He paused, eyes looking at you with such an intensity you were taken aback, "I figured you'd be more comfortable with me asking this of you, if I looked even... even a little more normal."

He was soon towering over you, so tall even in his human form. He cupped your cheek in his palm.

"(Y/N), you said you were thinking of how we became friends..." He said, gravelly voice softer than usual. It was worrying you. What was wrong? "Well, I'm not satisfied with friends anymore."

Your throat went dry. He didn't want to be friends anymore?

Dabi could clearly see the hurt and concern written on your face, and realized that he'd been misunderstood. He moved his hand to push a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "I want more, (Y/N)." He said, shifting closer to you.

The concern was quickly overwritten with confusion... But he wasn't being rejected yet, so despite his hesitations, he allowed himself to keep going. He swallowed his fears, leaning down, until his lips were mere moments away from yours.

Your breath hitched, as your mind finally came to an understanding of what Dabi was telling you. Your eyes flickered to his lips. Their dual color captivating your gaze, the imagination of the contrasting textures haunting your mind.

Dabi took it as a sign to continue, and pressed his lips against yours... Your skin was so soft. He held you close to him, not daring to break away and see your face turn to disgust.

You melted into Dabi's touch, not at all minding the grip he had on your face, holding you to him. You hadn't let yourself think of it, really. Dragons were famous for kidnapping princesses as beautiful as their hoards, not random peasant girls. Dabi had a glittering collection in the back of his cave. It hadn't even crossed your mind that he'd have found you worthy of taking for himself.

Dabi would've scolded you, if he could hear that- you were more beautiful, more perfect than any gemstone he'd stolen. To him, you were the most precious in the world.

Once you finally had to break away for air, Dabi didn't dare open his eyes. He couldn't bear the sight he'd imagined.

You saw the anxiety, and wrapped your arms around his waist, taking comfort in his warmth. Dabi immediately reciprocated, his fears finally beginning to fade.

"(Y/N)," He whispered into your hair, "Be my mate..."

Those words were all it took. Your acceptance of it only added more fuel to the fire. Dabi pulled you into his arms, marching you straight back to his cave, fully intending to make good on his request. He'd changed his form to that of a human for your sake, but he could no longer contain his instincts. He wanted to; needed to keep you safe in the nest he'd built for you, and he needed to have you as close to him as physically possible.

Dabi kissed you again, his hands roaming, even as he lifted you into the pile of furs, which were so soft to the touch you could hardly believe it.

“Dabi-” You breathed against him, he merely hummed, his mouth travelling down from your lips, towards your neck, nibbling softly, though not in any rush to mark you. Not yet.

Whether Dabi contained his instincts or not, he still wanted to move slowly. He didn’t want to scare you away. He knew that once he got going, there was no stopping him, so he needed to make sure you’d accepted him fully before that happened.

His fingers caught on the fabric of your clothes, dragon strength making quick work of them, even in a human form.

You felt goosebumps rise on your skin, as you were suddenly exposed to the cool air and the hungry eyes of the beast above you.

Beast. The word never seemed to quite fit your draconic friend, who was rough but soft and so gentle. You’d never believed him capable of such a feral look in those eyes. Those striking blue eyes- the same hue as his flames, in any form he took.

But the title of a beast seemed to fit him now, and you couldn’t really explain the movement of his fingers against your skin or any other aspect of him in any other way, at the moment. You were far too entranced.

Not one to be discouraged, Dabi moved further down, laying a line of kisses down your neck, towards the valley between your breasts.

You gasped, slightly, though didn’t pull away. Dabi smirked into your skin, his hands moving up your sides, to each cup your breasts, and began to play with the nubs that had gone stiff with the cold.

His hands were warm, almost too warm, and yet so wonderful. He knew exactly what to do, and where to do it, using the fire that lay just beneath his skin to his advantage.

Dabi moved further down, to your belly button, before licking a stripe from it back up to your chest.

“Y-you’re teasing me.” You gasped, feeling a heat akin to Dabi’s fire and yet so different in nature, begin to build in your core. Dabi smirked.

Teasing was only natural to him. Even as his new mate, you were his best friend, first. He owed it to you and to himself to tease you a little. He moved up to your face, kissing the sides of your lips, and then nibbling on your earlobe a bit.

“Only for you, dolly.” He whispered, his voice husky and warm. He sat up, his hands leaving you- making you feel suddenly cold and exposed, and tore the top he’d fabricated for his human form from his body.

Your hands moved up to wander his chest, lightly, ever so lightly tracing the scars that crossed his body.

Dabi shivered at the touch. How he’d longed for you to gently praise him, to look in wonder and curiosity rather than fear, at his scars. Now that he’d finally gotten what he’d only had in dreams that were always far too brief, he couldn’t help himself.

He leaned back down to you, his hands brushing against your hips, moving down to your thighs, his lips returning to yours.

The kiss was deeper, his tongue quickly finding your lips and breaching them to explore your mouth. He moved closer to you, his hips automatically moving to find yours, creating only enough friction to make being apart an agonizing experience.

When he broke the kiss, his lips returned to your neck, and he began to suck and nibble. You practically purred beneath him, putty in his hands.

“Mine.” He growled, gutturally, into the skin of your neck, before his instincts became too impatient.

The feeling of teeth sinking into your skin, hurt so much, it was like fire, and yet something in it felt so unbelievably amazing you could hardly believe it.

Dabi let himself sink into your neck, only to remember you were human. Fragile and incapable of handling his full strength. He let up, giving the mark kitten licks. With this you were officially his.

His mate. You’d never be far from his side again, and with Spring just around the corner, there wasn’t a better time to have finally worked up his courage.

He lifted himself from your body, pushing you down with one hand, while removing himself from the confines of the remainder of his clothes with his other. His mouth was still at the mark, too entranced with the deep red blood and sickly sweet scent of iron slipping over the reddening flesh around it.

You felt something begin to poke at your bared underside, and a gasp left your mouth, but some quick movement from Dabi’s hands against your folds quickly turned a single gasp into many and many gasps into moans of pleasure.

“Dabi-” You whined.

“I know, Princess.” He said, his head moving down again, “I need to prepare you, first…” He said, settling his hands on your thighs pushing them apart for him, and settling his head between your legs.

You moaned, as you felt his tongue begin to tease you, working you slowly open.

The slick appendage made quick work of your body, causing you to twitch and spasm, and it only became worse as he added long, slender, skilled fingers.

You were screaming his name as you came for the first time. Dabi hummed, not letting you go, pulling you back when you squirmed away and holding your legs open when you tried to push them together.

The overstimulation hit far too quickly. Dabi wasn’t going easy on you, and when he still hadn’t let up after your second spasm on his tongue and fingers, you knew he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, either.

Finally, Dabi released you. You reached for him, seeking comfort. He growled, holding you close, cooing at you.

“You’re doing so good for me, Angel.” He said, the pet names spilling from his mouth, though he’d hardly used half of them for you before.

He brushed your hair from your face. “So beautiful. So perfect.” He praised, making you buck up into him. Dabi smirked, reaching his hand down, pushing you into the furs.

You were human, you couldn’t handle everything a dragon could. That didn’t stop Dabi.

Even as you writhed when the two heads bumped against your folds, Dabi only cooed at you, how well you were doing, how good and perfect you were, how easily he knew you could take him.

Easy would’ve been nice, for certain… The painful stretch of not one but two oversized dicks weren’t easy in the slightest. But Dabi knew how to turn pain into pleasure in the most sinful of ways.

You were just lucky it wasn’t spring yet, and he had enough control to give your poor body a rest after the first round.