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CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT
(or: a/b/o but like absolutely nothing goes as expected)
Summary: It’s hot in the safehouse. Like, really hot. Like, unreasonably hot. Or, wait. Maybe Dabi is just in heat.
Well that's not supposed to happen
cw: trans (ftm) Hawks
CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT(or: a/b/o but like absolutely nothing goes as expected)
Summary: It’s hot in the safehouse. Like, really hot. Like, unreasonably hot. Or, wait. Maybe Dabi is just in heat.
Well that's not supposed to happen
cw: trans (ftm) Hawks
Before we get started! Hawks is a trans man in this fic. I refer to his bits with the words “dick/cock” and “entrance”. If that makes you uncomfortable at all, you should refrain from reading this! Safety first y'all 
Qrt comments welcome!
Qrt comments welcome!
It’s hot in the safehouse.
Like yeah, it’s summer and Japan has shit AC, but it’s especially Hot that night and Dabi doesn’t remember anything from the weather forecast about a 10 pm heat wave coming in.
Like yeah, it’s summer and Japan has shit AC, but it’s especially Hot that night and Dabi doesn’t remember anything from the weather forecast about a 10 pm heat wave coming in.
He’s sprawled out across the couch, skin sticky wherever there are surviving sweat glands, and his head is starting to ache. He’s supposed to be meeting Hawks soon to regroup and debrief after their mission that day, but he’s getting the sense that he won’t be able to focus on >
>any conversation at all.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Did he get hit by some weird quirk without remembering it? Is he sick? He remembered to take his suppressants that day so he shouldn’t be—
What the fuck is wrong with him? Did he get hit by some weird quirk without remembering it? Is he sick? He remembered to take his suppressants that day so he shouldn’t be—
Oh.
/Oh./
Oh, no.
/Oh./
Oh, no.
It’s been years since he last went into heat. Hell, he hadn’t even been /Dabi/ yet the last time it happened. And yeah, he knew everyone always /said/ that it’s not healthy to stay on hormone blockers or suppressants for too long without a detox or whatever.
Medications like this were difficult to balance so it was always risky to take them constantly, much less without some kind of medical supervision. But he always brushed it off, thinking surely nothing bad would ever happen to /him/.
Oh but it is.
And now he’s kicking himself, feeling the first waves of arousal washing over him—which is really just an awful feeling combined with the heat and the headache—and slick starts to dampen his underwear.
Oh, /fuck/.
And now he’s kicking himself, feeling the first waves of arousal washing over him—which is really just an awful feeling combined with the heat and the headache—and slick starts to dampen his underwear.
Oh, /fuck/.
It's going to be bad. It's going to be SO bad and it's going to be /worse/ because Hawks is coming. Of all people it just has to be him. Bitchy, flirty, hero-y Hawks is going to see Dabi in all of his fucked up, fucked out glory and he has no way to call it off>
>because they hadn’t set up burner phones for this operation. That's why they had the rendezvous In The First Place.
Dabi is pretty sure Hawks doesn’t know about his secondary gender. At least he /shouldn’t/, anyway.
Dabi is pretty sure Hawks doesn’t know about his secondary gender. At least he /shouldn’t/, anyway.
Being an omega has never done Dabi any favors and as soon as he was able to get his hands on some definitely not legal hormone blockers fucking bet he ate them up like candy. He’s spent the better part of ten years living his life as a beta and it’s been much better for him ever>
>since—which is pretty significant considering he’d fallen into a life of crime and intermittent homelessness.
Another wave rolls over him like the tide coming in and he groans.
Another wave rolls over him like the tide coming in and he groans.
Hawks will be here any minute and there will be no mistaking exactly what’s going on. Dabi looks down and sees his dick straining against his pants and he knows that there will be no painless end to this evening.
It's not like he could get very far even if he tried to leave at this point, either. He already feels muddy, slow. The exhaustion from using his quirk so much that day is being amplified by every remaining nerve ending in his body firing like crazy.
He can already tell his heat is going to be Bad with how quickly it's setting in, and as his frontal lobe starts to shut down he wonders if his animal brain is smart enough to keep him alive for the next few of days. Or however long his ten-years-repressed death-heat will last.
On the one hand, Hawks is coming. Hawks is an /alpha/. So maybe with the right amount of /persuasion/, Dabi can get this heat fucked right out of him and go on with his life as though this never happened.
On the other hand, the alpha is /Hawks/, and Dabi isn’t quite convinced that Hawks feels like he owes Dabi /any/ favors. It’s one thing to have him do shady shit to prove his “loyalty” to the league, but it’s another thing entirely to ask him to fuck Dabi’s brains out.
He may very well just leave Dabi to fend for himself and, like, probably fucking die or something. Dabi doesn't know if it's possible to die from a bad heat but he might be about to find out.
And even if he does survive, he’s not exactly known>
And even if he does survive, he’s not exactly known>
>he’s not exactly known for his good decision-making skills, ESPECIALLY while he's horny and miserable and smelling like some sort of cross between s’mores and a house fire. So, who knows what kind of crazy sex ring he’d end up selling himself into by the end of the night?
His dipshit bitch omega brain is already taking stock of what seedy establishments are in the area. There are definitely a few, if he can manage to walk that far.
Maybe one of them will have a scent hound stationed so they can snatch him up off the street.
Maybe one of them will have a scent hound stationed so they can snatch him up off the street.
He may not have most of his scent glands left, but the ones he does have are probably working overtime to compensate. Hopefully.
No, wait, not hopefully?
Is he trying to sell himself into sex slavery or not?
No, wait, not hopefully?
Is he trying to sell himself into sex slavery or not?
He can’t focus now. The heat is setting in and making his thoughts jumbled. Where is Hawks? Why isn’t he here yet? Wait, no, he should stay away. Or not? His head hurts. His dick hurts. He wants to get off.
He REALLY wants to get off.
He REALLY wants to get off.
There's a tiny voice in the back of Dabi's mind, the mind that is now clouded with Hot and Ache and Horny, telling him that /maybe/ it wouldn’t be good for Hawks to walk in on him masturbating.
But, like, maybe if it’s just only a /little/ bit of masturbating it’ll be alright.
But, like, maybe if it’s just only a /little/ bit of masturbating it’ll be alright.
Well, guess he's about to find out.
