Just thought I’d share a few of the Headcanons that I’m currently working on
Shigaraki with a chaotic s/o
Shigaraki with a s/o that has a video game quirk
The L.O.V with an agressive mom friend
Yandere Hawks x Yandere Reader part 2
Yandere Geten
Monoma having a hate crush on a 1-A student
Endeavor x Villain Reader (with Noncon smut)
Yandere Shigaraki with a victim that's surprisingly 100% okay with being kidnapped
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Request: So dabi shigaraki and geten reacting to their s.o ( female pronouns please) telling them they have gentle eyes like their mother for shigaraki and geten she saw their mothers picture oh and the s.o has Stockholm Stockholm syndrome and if it could lead to a nsfw please
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
A/N: More of the toxicity of the relationship and a lead up to the NSFW- hope you don’t mind!!
Dabi:
Dabi takes great pleasure in keeping you wrapped around his finger. He likes knowing that no matter what he does, you’re always going to cling to him, that you’ll find a way to excuse his actions. There’s a sick part of him that knows that he could treat you harshly, that he could yell until you cried and all that it’ll take is a soothing hand caressing the sport where he burned you and it’ll be enough for you to bury yourself into his chest.
It’s been a rough day for the both of you. A mission gone wrong and his staples are falling out and you’re trying your best to be quiet, to quiet your sniffling and rub over the bruises that decorate your wrist. It’s a sad day where you can hear the chair scrape and you flinch, curling tighter in on yourself and accidentally holding the bruises a bit too hard.
His hand is warm, cupping the side of your face and making a soft clicking sound when you squeeze your eyes shut and try to turn away from him. He’ll call your name and take your wrist away from where you hold it. He’ll kiss at the bruises and mumble an apology onto your skin, and he’s urging you to look at him, begging with a crack in his voice and he’s an excellent actor.
When you finally look at him, he’ll smile and wipe the tears that still fall from your eyes. He’ll peck at your trembling lips and his eyes will meet yours. He’ll tell you how your eyes remind him of his mother’s- teary and filled with regret and he’ll peck your lips. He’s excellent with words, telling you how kind and wonderful you are, his hands holding tighter onto you until you gasp and he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth and pushing you down on the bed.
Dabi is gentle during sex after times where he’s rough. He’s holding you close, telling you how important you are to him, how no one can love you the way he does and he’s the only one who can keep you safe. He’ll tell you how much he loves you, kissing at every mark that adorns your skin, telling you he’ll never do it again. It’s the only time where he can hold you and you can feel safe for a moment.
Geten:
Geten’s form of love is more based on the fact that he’s tactful. He’s a passionate person who values strength. He’s giving you a cold glare, pulling his hand out of yours when you grab it and walking ahead of you. But, he doesn’t let you go. He doesn’t entertain the thought of you leaving him.
You aren’t allowed to leave him, you don’t get to walk away from him. He won’t allow for someone to touch you. You may be weak and pitiful, someone who will die one day, but he’s keeping you close, always making sure that you follow him wherever he goes.
He’ll berate you. He won’t yell, he won’t even touch you, but he’ll make sure his words cut at you until you’re bleeding and begging him to stop. He wants to see you cry, to see the tremor that runs through your body as you hold yourself. He knows enough about you to know what will hurt, to have you in tears and feel utterly hopeless. He needs you to know that he’s the only one who will put up with you and that you should be thankful.
Once he’s calmed down, he’ll apologize. It isn’t an actual apology, but rather one where he’ll toss a treat onto your lap or put his coat around you in private. He’s quiet and his hands will meet yours and it’s the softest interaction you’ve had with him yet and when you look at him, asking for permission to speak, he’ll kiss the space between your brows. He’ll make the tears shine in soft crystals and tell you how kind your eyes are.
Geten knows how to use his words and the use of his words affect you at a high level. He’s the only one who gives you any sort of human contact where it’s sensual and someone’s touch other than your own. You’ll accept the apology, sex being the only time where he doesn’t insult you but rather hold you and let his lips travel over your body until you’re covered in goosebumps.
Shigaraki Tomura:
Tomura will only give his love to you when he wants to. It’s fleeting and it’s only for his gain. He wants to feel the connection but doesn’t want to give it to you. And he knows that even after days or weeks, no matter the time in between, you’ll still curl onto his lap and hold him, you’ll do whatever he says because it’s the only contact you’ll have.
It isn’t bad most of the time. He’ll withhold contact from you, but he doesn’t hurt you. He’ll make a show that he will. He’ll decay your things and he’ll threaten you at times, but he’ll never touch you with all five of his fingers. His nails will press into the soft part of your sides, digging until you’re flinching or tearing up. You’ll whimper his name and he’ll fall in love with the sound that escapes your lips.
He’s just trying to scare you. He wants to see you flinch. It’s like a game to him. He wants to see how far he can push you until you’ll reject his touch but with all the threats and diminishing personal items, it seems that you aren’t going to reject him. But even then, you’ll still cry. He’ll hold your face in his hand, pinky far from your face, and threaten you. He’ll tell you how he’ll touch you and that he’ll make you beg for it, will press himself close to you and when you start to cry, his demeanor changes.
He sighs like its annoyance to him that you’re blubbering and sobbing. And it is. You crying is something that causes him to get a headache and he’ll pick at his skin and his touch will turn from one of possession into caring- just enough to make you stop- where he’ll dry away the tears and follow the curve of your cheeks. It’s until you stare at him with wide and fearful eyes, your hands shakily pressed over his that he'll tell you that your eyes held the same tenderness that his mother once held.
Tomura won’t want to get into the details of it but he knows that you will, so he quiets you with a kiss and lets his hands roam your body carefully. He’ll end up with a hand holding onto your neck, enough pressure to feel something tight but not enough to make you lose air and he’s ordering you to tell him how much you love him. He’s telling you to hold onto him, to hold his face and kiss him until you’re breathless.
yay! so description = physically i’m 161 cm, i have dark brown straight hair and dark brown eyes, tan skin. other than that i think i’m funny, emotional and kind.. and i’m the mom friend i can’t stop being motherly lol
fav song = the ordinary man by lee seung gi and because of you by lana del rey, i can’t choose
ideal date = a date that we can hold hands.. i love holding hands… also snowy winter day dates 10/10
kinks= praise, breeding/creampie/impregnation, idk its a kink but manhandling, and lovemaking lmao
and male character please, thank you ❤️❤️
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Geten doesn't really know love. Having spent his whole life following Re-Destro's goals, he never really took the time to even think about such a useless, unneccessary feeling, because that's exactly what it is: a weakness, something to be buried deep inside one's mind, forgotten fantasy unimportant next to the PLF's future. And yet, why does that little four-letter word make its way to his every thought whenever his icy gaze lands on you? Why does the idea of dumb, stupid love sound absolutely exquisite to him when it's paired with the sight of you? Just like he's never known love, he's never known a kind, caring touch either. Is that why your every action make his heart flutter in his chest? Is that why he has to tighten his fists whenever you smile to him, just to hold back to overwhelming need to touch you? If that's what love is, he doesn't want it, doesn't want to feel weak and subdued. But he should have known not to be overconfident once again, because as soon as you look his way, your oh so pretty eyes diving into his icy blue, he's on his knees, worshipping, loving, accepting all the weakness that comes with adoring you because there is nothing more beautiful than the smile you give him whenever he takes your hand in his.
His fingers are cold when they tighten over yours, and a shy, faint blush always dusts over his cheeks at the thought that the touch might be uncomfortable for you, but it feels as if all of the ice coating his harsh little heart slowly melts under spring sunrays whenever you tell him that it's okay. He won't let his feelings show, simply letting a neutral huff slip through his lips, but he'll still softly brush his thumb on your silky skin in such a loving, yearning gesture he'll feel like he's going to faint if you ever ask him to stop. Snowy winter dates are a delight with him because he's in his element and he'll use his every ability in the hopes to make you smile. He'll make you cute, adorable little animals out of ice, take you ice-skating wherever you want, and if you wish for it, he can even take you on a snowy winter date in the middle of summer. Nothing is impossible when you're by his side and, after all, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, if only it would bring a smile on your face or a chuckle slipping through your lips. If this is love, he thinks when you marvel at one of his tiny ice creations, then maybe it's not so bad.
Once he's decided that he loves you, he needs to have you whole. He'll be rough as he pushes you against a wall just to, ever so softly, place a kiss on your lips, enjoying the fact that he has you trapped just as much as the warmth that courses through his veins every time his fingers make contact with your silky skin and the shivers that ran through it under his ministrations. He's not so cold anymore then, will whisper sweet words in your ear as he has you laying underneath him, giving soft little pecks all over your throat and collarbones as he murmurs you're so beautiful, the prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on. And then, when he's inside you, he'll only have one thing on his mind; filling you with his cum, having you carry his seed until you're dripping on the sheets once he's done with you and even then, he'll gather the little white beads slipping through your folds on his fingers and push all of it back inside. I need to make sure I'm breeding you just right, he'd tell you, satisfied smile on his lips as he finishes inside you over, and over, and over again.
