hiii I ABSOULUTELY LOVE UR WORK and was wondering if you could do some headcanons with hawks for a reader with wings? like ive been trying to find these everywhere but only found one. but was wondering if you could do some fluff and maybe smut (fem) ones? it would be great if you could, thanks for ur time, stay safe, and always remeber ur the shit<3
Omg, you have no idea how this made me smile! I can definitely write something for this, and thank you!
Hawks with a winged s/o-Headcanons
*Female reader, fluff, mentions of smut, feather play???, oral sex
-Let's say your wings are (your favorite color) and softer, compared to Keigo's. You were born with them, able to soar and fly, but you weren't able to use them as knives or echolocation, like Keigo could.
-You guys accidentally flew into each other one day, dodging around a huge flock of flying geese that saw you both as competition.
-It was a flurry of feathers, limbs, and a few jumbled words as you both scrabbled for purchase.
'Oh, my God!—'
'Woah there, you too? I thought it was just me out here—'
-After evading the geese, you guys hit it off instantly. You fell for Keigo, not Hawks, which, made his heart melt. He felt as though you were a gentle landing, something to cradle him as the stress of putting on his persona and the HPSC fell away whenever he was with you.
-He adores your wings, how you could fly after him if you pleased, and how elegantly you wove through the air. It sharply contrasted his speed, and he'd say something like, 'We're really like yin-yang, huh, love?'
-However, he's one of the very few that understands your wing hassles—preening, getting the feathers wet, certain sleeping positions (say goodbye to sleeping on your back), and the general bulkiness of how large your wings are.
'Oh, sorry!'
'Watch out next time, your wings are huge!'
-Keigo loves it when you ride him during sex; he's got a great view, and both you guys' wings are free to flap, expand, etc etc without feeling uncomfortable.
'That's it, love, bounce on me, just like that, oh, wow...' His eyes are glittering with pleasure; his hands, his mouth travelling all over your body as you ride his cock.
(There's no need to feel shy about being on top of him; he's got you.)
-And the teasing with the feathers? He's panting and whimpering for you as you tease his inner thighs and abdomen.
-Doggy style and any sideways/bent position is great too.
-He eats you out from behind, bent over. Change my mind, I dare you—
OR
-You sit on the edge of a bed, a chair, SOMETHING, and he'll gladly sink to his knees and please you
-He definitely makes a feather vibrate against your clit as he pleases you—
-If your wings are folded, Keigo also likes to surprise you by unfurling his wings so they're in your peripherals as he hugs you from behind. The flash of crimson and the scent of his cologne is comforting as well.
-It's hilarious how he'll dramatically unfurl his wings, as if he thinks they'll make him look taller or something
(They definitely help with making him look intimidating, but height wise, no)
-You guys laugh together when people ask how you put shirts on
(Your shirts and jackets have slits in the back, like Keigo's do)
-You've accidentally smacked him with your wing, and vice versa 😅🤣
-Keigo's honestly so happy he's found another avian that understands him
Ok ok ok how about a drabble with dabi and a gn s/o that wanted to be an artist before joining the LOV? They don't have much time for art anymore so instead they doodle in their notebook during meetings, usually they're lil drawings of the league members. Maybe one day dabi stumbles upon their secret sketchbook open to a page just filled with sketches of him. Like there's detailed drawings of him with lil doodles of the s/o holding his hand/kissing him and there's lil hearts everywhere and lil notes that say stuff like "I love him :)" next to them, real dorky shit. I know it's really cheesy but the thought makes me really really happy.
STOP I WISH I COULD DRAW 😅
This is so cute, this ask! Reminds me of the last one about the bookworm reader.
Spontaneous Muse-Dabi Oneshot
*Gender neutral reader (their behavior is up to interpretation; I just wrote this ask based on how I saw it), fluff, Dabi being a little shit
Most people would look at you and say that you're a villain, who happens to also be a part of the LOV. And your Quirk, which allowed you to conjure up any animal you could think of (as long as they were terrain appropriate), was something that you accidentally discovered.
It wasn't your fault that you were thinking of hippos as a kid, while drawing, and then suddenly one just started a rampage, right? Which, later landed you in trouble, unfortunately.
The headache that came as a side effect, along with the hippo disappearing an hour later wasn't even the worst of it.
That, along with the scrutiny from school, and the public, led you to a life of crime.
It could be worse though. The League's base wasn't awful, but it wasn't the greatest thing ever. And they were all dangerous too. But between running from the law, attacking heroes, and trying to sleep or eat, you barely had any time to draw anymore.
Some nights, you'd stay up for as long as you could, sketching out the people in your life that you kind of had a bond with. Not exactly friends, not enemies, but close enough that you'd look out for them.
There were countless pages in your sketchbook with sketches or little doodles.
Toga smiling, her eyes lit with a maniacal glee. Compress adjusting his hat. Twice laughing. Shigaraki sitting with his legs crossed, one foot over the opposite knee, his signature hands where they usually sat on his body. Kurogiri wiping a glass. Magne dancing.
You'd even drawn a stick figure portrait of all of them, standing side by side.
But Dabi took up most of your sketchbook.
A candid one where he was sitting back on a couch, his left foot resting on the opposite knee, conversing casually with Shiggy and Compress. One of him shrouded by his flames, looking absolutely deadly but so, so stunning. Another where he was resting his arms on the side of a chair, the main focal point being his hands—scarred, slim, but so dangerous and capable of unimaginable horrors.
But the little comments you'd write around the drawings were one reason why you hoped anyone would see your drawings.
'Cute.'
'Such nice hands!'
'Ahh, I love him!'
You'd probably change your name and flee the country if you could.
You'd set your pencils down and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, your sketchbook closed on your desk.
Which unfortunately left your room open to Dabi, who was going around irritating everyone. And you were next, after Twice.
Dabi called your name, swinging open your bedroom door, and seeing your empty room. 'Hmm...' he murmured.
His eyes spied the sketchbook on your desk, along with the several sets of pencils you used to sketch.
He said nothing, only crossing over and gingerly flipping open the book, seeing a sketch of the League, laughing and talking around a fire.
He remembered that one; you all had been huddling in an alley, in pursuit of a lesser known Hero. And everyone else was cold that night.
His curiosity piqued as he flipped through the pages. Twice and Compress laughing. Toga's disguise melting away to show her smiling face.
Your art style was amazing, he noted. Realism, he'd heard it was called.
Dabi couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for something you were clearly passionate about.
His heart skipped a beat when he flipped the next page.
It was a blown out sketch of him, his flames twining around his fingers, his head slightly tilted to the left as he appeared to be staring down someone. As if they were challenging him, but he'd gladly entertain them anyway before he'd end their life.
It cut off at the chest area, but the detail you put on his collarbones, chest, face and eyes wasn't unnoticed. His eyes—he shook his head.
How were you so talented?
And yet, you managed to make him look elegant.
The next one was of him getting a kiss on the cheek from you. Another of him sitting lazily in a chair, his hands in open view—veins and all.
The tiny words next to the one where he was getting a kiss caught his eyes. 'He's so silly'
Dabi scoffed. 'Alright then, keep saying that.'
There were also little hearts scribbled around the sketches too, making him roll his eyes playfully.
'Oof I love this man!'
Warmth creeps up his face as he closes the sketchbook, leaving your room how he found it.
And just in time, because he passed by you in the hall less than a minute later. 'Oh, hey, Dabi, what's up?'
'Nothing,' He chuckled, 'I just found the funniest thing. And it's quite cute too.'
Your eyebrow raised in question. 'Okay, and what's that, Dabi?'
Should he tell you outright?
Nah, that was too easy.
'The fact that you 'love me.'' He can't contain the laughter that erupts when your eyes widen. 'You—'
'And my hands—'
'Dabi!'
The sound of footsteps running is all that can be heard throughout the base as you shout, 'Dabi, you little shit—!'
Here is a cute fluffy Dabi story idea for you? Imagine?
Quirkless reader who is a bookworm and likes to sit in a corner for room to read sometimes. but she always hides her blushing face whenever her crush Dabi is around and HE KNOWS IT!😂 one day as she was reading one of her books, and she sensed Dabi’s presence and she presses the book a little bit closer to her face to hide the blush and then Dabi reaches over and grabs the book and he just kind of teases her a bit and then he says something about her having a crush on him? She confesses a little bit about her feelings, and then he gives her back the book then he kissed her on the cheek.😅
(do whatever you want with it, I just like Sharing story ideas to help inspire other writers😁)

GAHHH THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE! I love your creativity! And I don't mind, feel free to share your ideas for stories ☺️
Is this what you imagined? I hope you enjoy it, oh this is an adorable idea!
When you weren't off infiltrating the Heroes for the League, or trying to avoid Shiggy's insufferable wrath when a mission went wrong, you preferred to spend your time reading.
The idea of being taken away into a book never really left you, even as an adult, but everyone needed something to occupy their time, right?
The League's base wasn't the biggest space, but you had a little corner in one of the rooms. The walls were off white, and the floor was hard tile. You had found a spot where there was a soft, yet worn cashmere rug which you sat on to read.
Sometimes two chapters a day, sometimes you'd alternate between two books or more.
Every once in a while one of the other members would come in, either looking for something, or to just annoy you.
Depending on the situation, you'd give them your attention; setting the book down and chatting, or you'd pretend to be fully engrossed by hiding your face with the book.
You'd always had a good poker face, for a few reasons.
Except when it came to Dabi.
Poker face? That concept went out the window when you were around him.
While the fiery user was something of an enigma when you'd first met, you couldn't deny your attraction to him.
Sure, everyone would call you insane.
But those enticing eyes? His low, smooth voice? That confidence? His hands?
You'd grown to accept, eventually, that it would never happen. You were a spy for the League, nothing more.
And Quirkless.
As far as you were concerned, you looked like someone who could never possibly be working with the villains. Just another ally for their goal.
Unfortunately, you couldn't push your feelings away that easily, given that you're around Dabi and the League half the time.
And how many men looked like Dabi?
You flipped the page, eager to find out what would happen next after the last chapter's cliffhanger. This book was new, a copy you'd been wanting for months. The reviews and the money saved up was well worth it, and you couldn't wait—
The scraping of boots against the floor perked your ears.
You peered up, seeing Dabi's signature coat swishing as he approached you. His hands were clasped behind his head, his gait loose and easy.
Oh, he's hot.
Your face was burning as you pressed your lips together, your head down, trying to get immersed into the next chapter.
At least the book hid your face.
His voice was soft as he called your name. 'Whatcha readin' there, a smut scene?'
Your heart nearly stopped—
He knows about those types of—??
'No, thank you. Two people are having a fight—'
You cut off automatically as the book was neatly swept up into Dabi's fast hand. 'Dabi!'
He expertly kept you away with one hand on your shoulder, the other holding open the book as he read aloud, ''No, man, I'm saving that activity for when I see your mom later'**, that's what it is? Or—'
He snapped it shut, leaving it cracked with one finger on the page you read as he crouched to your level.
Like this, you could see his features clearly. The piercings on his nose, the shape of his collarbones, the way his cologne had a warm scent to it.
And the teasing look in his eyes as he unraveled your gaze instantly, his voice dropping lower, 'Are you thinking about me? You're so easily flustered when I'm around.'
What?! Oh, kill me now, you thought.
'So—so what? You interrupted my book, Dabi, I was busy with that!' You spluttered, 'Give it back!'
He easily maneuvered the book behind and in front of him, keeping it out of your hands as you tried to grab it. 'Missed me,' he chuckled when he swiped it out of your way, 'Missed me, missed me again!'
Why did he have to annoy you right now? Of all the people in the League, why not Twice or Shigaraki, for crying out loud.
'Ya know, it's a coincidence, isn't it, that you're always embarrassed around me, always hiding in your book.' Dabi went on, obviously milking your reaction.
He waved the book around, waiting for your response. At this point you'd given up trying to grab the book from him.
'Well, yeah, yeah, but...' You trailed off, trying to collect your dignity. He'd never let you live this down.
'Yeah?' Dabi teased, 'You like me? You couldn't be more obvious if you tried. But that's a relief, really, because...I like you too.'
Your eyes met his.
'What?' You whispered. 'You do?'
Dabi grinned, placing the book back in your hands. 'You're smart. And cute, really, especially when you read. But yeah, I like you, (name).'
You couldn't even think of anything to respond with when his lips brushed your cheek.
His mouth was soft, eliminating any assumptions you had about his lips being dry.
'Don't worry, I'll keep your secret, doll.' He whispered.
His footsteps sounded behind him as he walked out, winking at you one last time before leaving.
Well, now you definitely would have an even harder time reading, but at least the cat was out of the bag.
Hiii i really love your dabi stuff it's SO GOOD like I genuinely feel all warm and fuzzy while reading it! I was wondering if you might be able to write some headcanons that include him with a very socially awkward s/o? Like they're pretty socially oblivious so they get confused about what they're supposed to do or say in certain situations, or they just generally keep getting nervous and messing up their words. Gn reader would be preferred, also I hope you have a good day!
Hello, anon!
I'm so happy to hear that you liked my stuff, 'warm and fuzzy'? THAT'S SO SWEET AHHHH ☺️
You have no idea how comforting this is to hear right now, especially since I just got home from work (I was walking alone. Be safe walking at night, guys!)
Socially awkward s/o, you say? I can definitely write about that, anon. I hope this is what you had in mind! Enjoy, and I hope you have a good day/night/afternoon as well!
-Dabi figures out fairly quickly that you're not the most sociable person.
-He's good with words, and can bull crap his way out of most things, having grown up on the streets, but he finds it funny sometimes how certain things go over your head.
-There was one incident where you and Twice had a petty argument, leading to the older man storming the room. Dabi had to hint that you go after Twice and apologize.
'Someone should talk to him.'
'You could probably convince him.'
'No, someone named (your name), should. You go fix it, you caused it. I love you, babe, but jeez.'
He's shaking his head, grinning, wondering what he's gonna do with you 😅
- Another incident led to you being left out (not on purpose) because you and Spinner were going to a meeting together—and let's just say you didn't speak when you should've. And the higher up at the door, knew it. Spinner ended up going in, while you had to sit outside until it was over.
^(*Cough* Based off an incident that happened to me in junior high* cough*)
Cue Shigaraki cussing you out because you weren't briefed on the mission. And cue Dabi bailing you out of that one, too.
-He gives you advice on it, though.
'Yawn before speaking. You'll speak slower, and you'll sound more confident, too.'
'Why's that, Dabi?' /'I've seen that people who speak fast sound nervous, and they usually are.'
'Babe, you gotta learn how to read the room. Pay more attention to people; their facial expressions, their tone of voice, ya know? I'm surprised you've lasted this long.'
-Okay, his delivery could be better, but he really hopes you get the gist of what he's saying.
-Dabi starts small; he'll ask Compress to go with you to approach a group of villains you're acquainted with, after a meeting, and discuss anything interesting (solely to get more allies). Meanwhile he'll watch from afar to observe if anything's awry.
-You and Dabi go and meet with the other leaders, and all you have to do— being that you're with him— is observe and speak when it's needed. He'll stand next to you, just to make sure you're keeping up.
-Dabi loves you, he thinks you're great, but he would hate for something to happen to you simply because you misjudged a social cue.
-Don't think that he'll speak for you all the time, though. He wants you to be more comfortable, being that it's expected, and part of life.
But hopefully, this way, you could avoid more accidents down the line.
-Dabi is sure to let you know how lucky he feels to be with you—awkwardness and all.
'It's okay to make mistakes, babe, but watch what you say. No need to rush your words; nobody's going anywhere.'
*Gender neutral reader, fluff, this is so overdue I'm so sorry unicorn nonny! (Writing this one in public- how bold can you be?), slight angst, teasing, very little plot
'Babe, are you okay? The fight looked rough on the news.'
The warm, rich tone of your boyfriend's laugh echoed through the phone speaker. 'It wasn't that bad, love, I'm alright. I've been through worse; it was just a Nomu. Besides, Mount Lady and Edgeshot were there too, fighting with me.'
You sighed, half relieved, half annoyed at his deflection of your concern. Sure, he's the number two hero, but that didn't mean he was invincible.
You'd gotten off work almost two hours ago, just browsing the news as a chicken stew sat in the slow cooker. The smell of the spices permeated through the apartment, enveloping the place with hints of black pepper, paprika and a sense of comfort.
'Still, babe. It's scary to think about. Be careful, alright?'
'You love me too much,' Keigo chuckled, 'Don't worry, babe, I'm on my way. Do you really think I'd be the number two hero if I wasn't so strong?'
'Last I checked, Hawks is 'the man who's too fast.'' You quoted.
'You wound me, babe. I'm hurtin'.' You could hear the flapping of his wings as he soared through the skies, probably looking at the view below. You'd left the balcony door unlocked for him, seeing as he usually took that entrance.
It was too cumbersome with two enormous wings, and having to manueuver them through the front door. He really only used that when his wings were little and growing back.
'I'll kiss your wounds when you get back.' You joked, 'And there's chicken stew cooking as well. More reason for you to-'
The phone clicked off as a gentle thud sounded outside the balcony door. A mass of red wings and a tan coat walked through the door, Keigo's bright grin lighting up his face. Other than a little scratch on his left cheek, he was okay.
'Miss me?' He asked. 'Very much, thank you.' You slung your arms around him, breathing in his scent of cinnamon and warmth. 'How was work?' He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck, just under your jaw.
'The usual, our office assistant brought in some cupcakes for the staff, and the boss asked me to lead a presentation.'
'I assume it went well though.' Keigo mused. 'I was with a partner, so it was fine. You're still in one piece, I see.'
'Haha, very funny, love.' Keigo replied sarcastically. 'How about we try some of that stew, huh? It smells great.'
You nodded, burying your face into his chest as he held you. 'I love you.' You whispered. 'I'm glad you're okay.'
The bedroom door creaked open as the moonlit streaks of light danced across the floor, picking up the discarded shirt and pants.
You sensed him before he even hit the bed, his arms circling around you as he got close to you.
The smell of his cologne, warm and heated, hitting your nose as you turned. 'Hey, Dabi.'
In the dark, all you could see was a glimpse of his eyes and the curve of his mouth. His skin was warm against yours.
'Hey, love, I missed you.'
'You stayed up watching the show after I went to sleep.' You giggled, entangling your legs with his. You wore only a shirt and pajama pants, while he had his boxers on.
'It's only been a few hours.'
Dabi's breath stirred your eyelashes with a chuckle. 'What, I can't be around you?'
He tipped his head forward, touching your forehead with his own. 'You're annoying sometimes, babe, but I love being with you. I'd die if I couldn't.'
'Now you're being dramatic.' You retorted.
'You love me.' Dabi adjusted his position so you guys could sleep with your arms pillowing your heads. 'You love this.'
On the last word, he gently splayed your hand over his bare torso, making sure you felt the rugged flat of his stomach.
'Oh my—Dabi!'
His laughter cut through the air, tugging you closer to him, pillowing his head on his arm. You mimicked him.
Despite the teasing tone, his eyes spoke more to you than words ever could. The longing, the adoration, the pure love he felt towards you was painted clear as day in those eyes of his.
Nobody who knew him could doubt his affection for you.
'Say, it's almost Christmas, huh?' Dabi mused. 'Is there anything you want in particular?'
You could see yourself reflected in his eyes.
'Honestly, not much. Maybe a few shirts, but I'm not really sure.' You shrugged. The truth was, you really didn't know what you wanted, since the stuff that was on sale was already stocked up on your side. 'Surprise me.'
'What about you?'
Dabi's arm crooked into your waist as he held you. 'I don't really know, either. But—'
His lashes tickled your skin as he ducked his head into your neck. 'I just want a nice Christmas, no problems, no nothing. Just you and me, babe.'
You nestled deeper into the pillow, your fingertips stroking the back of his neck. 'That's okay, babe. We can do whatever. It's our Christmas after all.'
With the last rays of moonlight cutting away, you both fell into slumber, safe in each other's arms.
Hi again! I was wondering if you might be able to do dabi with a gn reader that comes off as intimidating due to their rbf, nonsocial tendencies and clothing style but as soon as they start talking they're very nice? And once they get close with people they're actually very goofy and almost chaotic in a way? Basically they kinda act like Denki but only if they like you and trust you. They only act that way around the LOV, and especially around him (they tone it down if he gets too annoyed though). I did send an ask that you just answered today so absolutely no worries if you don't wanna do this one right away, I hope I'm not sending too many asks at one time! I'm just very excited about dabi right now and you write him very well, either way have a good day/night! :>
Hello, again, anon!
I like this ask, this is kinda what I'm like hehe 🤣 (Seriously though, I do have a resting bitch face, which does help with unwanted attention) but once I'm comfortable, I'm loud around the person. And Denki is such a sweetheart!
And the last part goes for anyone, don't ever feel like you're sending too many asks! I am down to hear all your crazy, fluffy, weird thoughts about these two men.
I hope this is what you were thinking of!
Dabi with a gn. reader who looks intimidating but is a total sweetheart-HCs
*Gender neutral reader, fluff, some chaotic elements
-Dabi wasn't fazed by your behavior when you first met. Standoffish, aloof, not really the smiling type. Even your fashion style was the type that most people would find intense or different.
-You're like this with the League, so he knows it's not just him.
-It's not till it's been a few months and he manages to get you to laugh, genuinely laugh, for the first time. And there, it's when he breaks.
-You guys bond over the mutual feeling of another villain trying to act tough around the LOV, or a hero trying to stand up to them and then getting wiped out. Irritation. Disgust.
-Slowly, you both share bits and pieces about yourselves. And it's like this that Dabi realizes you're one of the few people he respects.
-And, despite his initial wariness and judgement, you're a sweetheart. You just fell into the wrong path, but you're decent.
-You guys totally prank Shigaraki and Compress a few times, hiding behind corners and jumping out to scare them, switching out their accessories for a knockoff version, etc etc.
-Toga and Twice even join in, ganging up on them as well.
-Dabi can't believe the crazy ideas you have sometimes; he almost doubts that they can be pulled off.
-Sometimes you even say the most out of pocket stuff, and then everyone's laughing nonstop.
-But he's not complaining. He can't remember the last time he laughed this much.
'You really have no filter, huh, (your name)?'
-There have been a few times in battles where your out-of-the-box thinking and strategy saved them, or resulted in minimal damage.
-You do ease off a little bit if anyone acts annoyed, or says something about it.
-Dabi loves that you're unapologetic when you're comfortable. He finds it cool, and he likes the fact that you can be yourself around the League.
'Arch it, there we go, perfect.' Keigo's voice vibrates through your skin as he holds your hips, holding you as you grind in his lap.
'Keigo...' You moan weakly, unable to think except for him hitting the spots that make you clench, drive you crazy—
He's leaning back, taking in the sight of you, nude on his lap as you ride him. His shirt is off, but his sweats have been pushed to his knees, making it easier for you to take control.
'What—is it, babe? Use your words, come on.' He teases, enjoying the state you're in.
How did he think you were able to utter a word right now?
Keigo's breath fans across your chest as he mouths and laves his tongue against your nipples. His eyes drift down to where you guys are joined, seeing your arousal paint him and your skin.
It's a lewd sight.
One he gladly basks in, happy that he brought you to this point.
'Missed me so much, you can't even put it—into words, huh?' He grunts.
A firm grasp at the back of your neck draws a whimper from you. 'Tell me how much you missed me, babe. It's been a while, hasn't it?'
It has.
Due to your work schedules getting busier the past few weeks, you guys haven't been able to spend much time together.
But you're here, falling apart on him, and you couldn't ask for anything else right now.
'Missed you so much, Kei,' You whimper, 'So much, come here.'
Keigo lets you kiss him, sloppy and drunk off of his cock. His hands hold your hips as he thrusts, making you bounce and cry out against his mouth.
You're so glad his headset is off, thrown across the desk and the screen paused on the sight of a target through a scope.
The scandalous sounds you're both making—you'd never live it down if anyone were to hear through the mic.
The bounce of your hips, the grazing of your skin together, his choked breaths against your ear, are heavenly.
There's nothing else that you're thinking of, only that Keigo is here and he's—
'So warm, oh...' He breathes, cradling your head as he thrusts, relishing in how you mewl and cling tighter to him.
He can't help it, you feel too good.
Just like that, right there. Yeah.
It's all he can do to grit his teeth and hold you still against him as you moan.
His hips move, milking out your orgasm as his hits him like a train. It's hot, messy, and he leans back, staring through blurry eyes as you writhe around him.
'Kei, please, please...' You whimper, not even knowing what you're trying to to say.
He leans in, breathing against your lips, tasting your breath. 'Please, what, baby? Tell me. Tell me what I do to you.'
You whimper breathlessly and collapse against him, clenching at times from the aftershocks.
Keigo grins at your naked back in the screen reflection, leaving a few kisses across your shoulders. 'You're all mine, just remember that. You're mine.'
