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Okay, look. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dabi didn’t think he’d actually find something, let alone that he’d be unable to tear his eyes away. But here he is, frozen on the edge of his ratty mattress, the volume on his phone turned just low enough that he can still hear the lewd squelching and exaggerated moans from some porn actor dressed up as number 2 hero Hawks, without waking up Twice in the next room.
Back up. So this is what happened:
First of all, Dabi had no idea that hero lookalike porn was a thing, even though in hindsight it makes sense, what with society’s need to revere every aspect of their chosen protectors. If he had known, he still wouldn’t have looked it up for fear of seeing some buff dude in a cheap spandex Endeavor-suit ramming a twink into a mattress, and then having to complete his revenge-arc with both his eyes gouged out. He stumbled upon it by accident, because of something Toga said, of all people.
“You know there’s tons of lewd fanart of heroes out there, right?”
She hadn’t meant it as a challenge. She hadn’t exactly told Dabi to go on twitter and look at hand-drawn nudes of heroes. She didn’t even say it to Dabi, he had just overheard her. She’d been rambling at Spinner about those UA students she’s obsessed with and was bullying the lizard about his weird ‘crush’ on Stain, and somehow that conversation had derailed into a discussion of R-rated hero fanart. And then Dabi had quietly figured there had to be tons of embarrassing art of his little winged spy.
Yeah, so Hawks is hot. Dabi is man enough to admit that. (Just maybe not directly to the dumb bird’s face, or at least not in a way that doesn’t sound like a threat to cook and eat him.) Hawks is hot and young and popular, a prime subject for drawing with his dick out. And once Dabi’s flame-broiled brain spewed out that thought, he just had to check. No, he didn’t get a weird nervous tingle in his guts at the prospect. No, he didn’t purposely lock his bedroom door first. He was just- looking. If he found some good ones, he could use those to fluster the hero at their next meeting. Ask him if they were drawn from live references, maybe. Just to see how well Hawks’ poker face holds up when he’s being taunted.
Dabi’s motives were- well, maybe not pure, but they were respectable. He was looking for good, honest blackmail material. And he got plenty, at first.
Once he figured out which hashtags the hero fanart community used for their 18+ drawings, his phone was flooded with images of the number two in every kind of compromising position Dabi could imagine, and a few that were new even to him. They covered the entire spectrum from tasteful nudes to very explicit kinks. He cackled to himself as he saved pic after pic to his phone, Just to bully Hawks with, he swore to himself. It wasn’t his fault that his dick was less picky about what it got hard for, and he had to readjust himself a few times. Hey, porn is porn, and Hawks really is hot.
In hindsight, maybe he should have stopped there.
But buried in a thread somewhere, a link got his attention. A link to a porn site with Hawks’ name in the video description.
So hero lookalike porn is a thing. That’s… good to know. Dabi wishes he could say he laughed his ass off at the sight of a guy with dyed blond hair and dressed in a cheap Halloween store knockoff of Hawks’ hero suit getting aggressively ridden by a woman in a white wig and bunny ears. If only the guy didn’t whimper so sweetly. Dabi’s jaw went slack at the sound and a very unwelcome rush of heat gathered just below his belly button. His pants suddenly didn’t fit right-
And that should have been the end of it. He should have closed out of the tab and he probably should have deleted all the saved pics and abandoned his half-baked plan. He really should know it’s not smart to wield a weapon that cuts both ways, because for as much as Birdie likes to play dumb, he’s a sharp little bastard. If Dabi slips up for even a second, he’s sure the feathered menace would see right through him. He can already hear that infuriating little chuckle before asking ‘So do you watch a wide variety of hero porn, or am I your favorite, hot stuff?’
He studied the actor’s face. He was not unattractive, but apart from the dyed hair and the sloppily painted on eye markings, he was a far cry from the real Hawks. He didn’t even bother putting in color contacts, Dabi huffed to himself, Hawks’ eyes are gold, not brown. Plus, he’s way more muscular than this little twig, and his canines are much more pronounced, and his wings aren’t obviously made out of cardboard-
And none of that matters, Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with me? Dabi shook his head to quiet his inner porn critic, but he couldn't bring himself to click out of the video before he saw fake-Hawks’ orgasm face. And okay yeah, the guy’s a pro, of course he knows how to look pretty when he comes. Now, did he need to whimper like he was on the verge of tears when fake-Mirko called him Good boy? No. Did Dabi nearly cream the inside of his jeans at that? No, fuck off, nobody saw anything.
He vaguely remembered he had plans tonight. He was supposed to go out and do another recruiting round. There are people out there waiting for him to show up, hanging out in the shady parts of town in the hopes of snagging an invite into the League. Instead, Dabi kicked off his boots and got comfortable.
He scrolled through the entire catalog of videos from the fake-Hawks he just watched, clicking into a few vids. From what he could gather, fake-Hawks and fake-Mirko are a real life couple, or they’re at least very familiar with each other and they never work with other actors. A lot of their content is a little too romantic and sweet for Dabi’s taste, plus girls don't really do it for him, even if this one is objectively hot. He also knows for a fact that the real Mirko wouldn’t do it for the real Hawks, because real-Hawks is as gay as the day is long.
Hawks misspoke one night, early on in his attempts at winning Dabi’s trust, or maybe the hero dropped that little nugget of information on purpose. Who really knows with him, the hero lies as easy as breathing and he’s upsettingly good at it if you don’t know how to read tells as well as Dabi. Point is, Hawks is a closeted hero, which is interesting because more than two thirds of the lewd art Dabi saw earlier was explicitly queer.
Before Dabi could stop himself he had typed something into the search bar along the lines of hero lookalike Hawks gay and hit enter.
A lot of it were solo videos, and Dabi’s mouth went dry as the desert while he scrolled through so many videos of blond twinks in homemade Hawks uniform shirts and cheap red wings riding dildos of all shapes and sizes, or jacking off while making bedroom eyes at the camera. One guy, (he clicked that one, he couldn’t help himself-) has a Jacob’s ladder just like Dabi, except his piercings are gold instead of silver to match with Hawks’ color scheme. That’s commitment to the bit, Dabi has to respect that. Also he’s way closer to the real Hawks’ body type. The eyes were still off, though, and he was doing an exaggerated impression of the hero’s TV persona which became grating super fast, so Dabi skipped to the part where he’s too far gone to keep talking.
By the time the guy shot all over his knockoff uniform shirt, Dabi found that his free hand had made it into his pants. Oops. When did that happen?
He scrolled as fast as he could past a video that had Endeavor in the title, even though that would have been the perfect excuse to let his erection wilt and never look at another hero lookalike porn video.
He was scrolling on autopilot to find another solo Hawks vid that struck his fancy, but then-
There was a recommended video in the sidebar. It wasn’t Hawks, it was some other hero he vaguely recognized, but it was the title that caught Dabi’s attention like a moth flying directly into a bug zapper.
Hero x Villain roleplay.
Oh. Oh, fuck. That’s a thing?
Is there Hawks-
Dabi sat up like he'd been stabbed. He had never typed faster and made more typos. But when he finally got it right, all his higher brain functions switched themselves off.
And so here he is. Looking at hero-villain roleplay porn featuring Hawks. It’s a much more niche community so there’s not nearly as much Hawks content as there was in the solo vids, but it’s also not a barren wasteland. The most popular video is a B- accurate Hawks actor getting fucked from behind by some generic ‘villain’, a muscular dude with a mask. The guy is holding fake-Hawks down by his hair and pushing his face into the floor as he fucks him mercilessly. Fake-Hawks whines and squirms but keeps pleading for more.
Dabi’s head is spinning. He can’t stop fucking into his hand, his eyes glued to the screen. I think I just did irreparable damage to my brain.
When the villain pulls out and removes the condom so he can shoot all over the guy’s back and fake wings, Dabi comes so hard he drops his phone on the bed so he can bite his free hand. Don’t make a sound, if Twice hears you jacking it he’ll never stop bringing it up.
The video ends. Dabi collapses onto the mattress, pants around his thighs, his own mess drying on his stomach and hand. It takes ages for him to catch his breath.
He lets out an annoyed groan at his ceiling and rubs at his eyes.
Ah, shit.