#kendo rappa headcanons

[fanofflames]

Headcanoning that Rappa and Kurono pranked Chisaki with one of those Shrek bath bombs (which contains real mud, twigs/moss). Rappa secures the bath bomb while Kurono gives it to Chisaki one day…

Chisaki, unfamiliar with the bath bomb, uses it… the whole Hassaikai heard the bloodcurdling scream that followed.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi! I'd like to request headcanons for how Spinner and Rappa would react to his s/o admiring/complimenting his musculature/physique (this ask inspired by Spinner's arms, hubba hubba)

(Shuichi "Guns" Iguchi I like to call him, because woof😍)

~Spinner/Rappa's S/O Complimenting Their Muscle~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-(Yes it's overdone and very cliché'. Yes I've taken one scene from the anime and ran with it. However, I don't care! I'll die on the blushing Spinner hill) Discrimination due to the way his quirk makes him look has been no surprise to hear him open up about back when you first started dating. Whether he admits it or not, he's affected by this when it comes to his own self confidence. Everywhere he goes, all he's ever heard about was his appearance. Lizard was possibly the most annoying thing to hear. Why would anyone be attracted to someone that looked like him when there were normal attractive people out there?

-Along came you. Now at first he was in denial because look at you! To him, you were quite possibly the most attractive person he could've laid his eyes on. What's even crazier is the way you overlooked anyone else in the room just for the chance to talk to him of all people! He was confused and at the end of it he still feels like this might be one big dream. However, he pinches himself and never seems to wake up.

-You compliment him all the time. You always make time to bring up how attractive you think he is. It's mind blowing to say the least. You especially find yourself making note of his muscles to him. The way you look at him when you compliment his arms has him thinking he's going to melt away at any minute. Don't let me get started on the way he softens when you hold him to admire him. He's completely and totally weakened for you. These things aren't said just because you hope he'll see himself as worthy one day, but because you honestly feel this way about him. Just slow it down. Any more attention today and he'll end up passing out from the lightheadedness of your words combined with your sweet butterfly kisses and smile!

-He's only ever really doubted himself once or twice in the past. Other than that, he's convinced himself he's hot shit. Rappa isn't the insecure type a lot of times. He's so sure of himself and that confidence rings throughout whatever he does. You can imagine how much cockier he becomes every single time you compliment him. You can only laugh when you kiss his cheek and call him handsome, he stands and shouts 'hell yeah' so proudly lol.

-When he thinks about it, you've always been there to cheer him on as his biggest fan. You never really missed a chance to remind him how awesome he was, so of course he'd never have a moment to think otherwise. He loves the way you pump his head up. When you compliment him, he feels his heart running a million miles an hour. He values your opinion more highly than you think. If you ever think otherwise then just remember all times he's gotten too rowdy with someone and you were able to wrangle him back down to reality! Without you, he'd probably be locked up by now.

-When he finally has a singular moment of small doubt creeping up then you notice his small change in energy. He's much quieter and thinking for longer than usual. You ask him what's wrong and he looks you directly in the eyes. "You serious? I mean about all that shit you said?" He asks you, searching for any discrepancies in your eyes. You only smile widely back at him before laying a big smooch on the side of his head. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't lie about it because I've got nothing to gain from doing so. I meant every single word. You're handsome and those muscles are to die for." He nods and a large smile etches its way across his face. "Haha, yeah I know."

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Hey !

Now, I know this account had other names and did other things in the past but this time I'll use it to write headcanons, oneshots, series,... about characters and self insert (so reader's) and character ×/+ character

So please send ask but be mindful of the rules that are under the cut :)

ABSOLUTE NO'S :

Anything with poop

Pee if it's sexual (but it can be a little reader having a accident for example)

Pedophilia (the best I'll do is 16 and 18 but if one of the characters is older then they have to at least be 18)

Extreme NSFW (if it's in your ask I'll explain)

Poly releshionship with more than 4 people

Anything with actual rape (cnc might be okay)

Racism coming from the reader or the characters (But can be a headcanons if you got harassed by someone for exemple)

Death (like suicide or someone graphically killing another [for the last of us and resident evil "zombies" dying ate okay]

Sexual Assault (once again if it's too graphic)

SUBJECT YOU CAN ASK :

Any hardcore kink (if you're not sure you can message me and we'll talk about it)

worms, maggots, ...

Fluff, angst, nsfw, ...

LGTBQIIA+

Self insert or a ship

Headcanons, oneshots, ...

Self harm (not too graphic)

Eating disorders (again not too graphic)

Mental illnesses

Hybrid characters (like puppy!Chris, bunny!Izuku, ...)

Pretty much anything actually as long as it's no from the list above

FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS :

UNDERTALE : Sans, Papyrus, Asgore, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, Mettaton, Grillby, Muffet, Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Astel (I don't remember for wich au or wich au but it's a new Dreemurr basically), Gaster => and their Au's such as

-Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, story shift, horrortale, echotale, gastergang, dreamtale, Ink, Error, Fresh, aftertale, reaper, ... all of the basics

....

RESIDENT EVIL : Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Ethan Winters, Rose winters, Zoé Baker, Lucas Baker, Karl Heisenberg, Dona Beneviento ,... No big Au's but might change from which game they're in and I can "change what happens"

...

THE LAST OF US (1 AND 2) : Ellie Williams, Joel Miller, Dina Woodward, Jesse, Tommy Miller, Abby Anderson, Many/Mani, Owen, ... the games, not the series, tho

...

SALLY FACE : Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Lisa Johnson, Ashley Campbell, ...

Same as above, no Au's, but changes in the game are okay

...

MY HERO ACADEMIA : Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou,Tokoyami Fumikage, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hadou, Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Toshinori Yagi, Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, Tenko Shimura, Touya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara, Shuichi Iguchi, Kai Chisaki, Hari Kurono, Kendo Rappa, Shin Nemoto, Toya Setsuno, ...

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CALL OF DUTY : John "Bravo 6" Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John(ny) "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garick, Alex Keller, Nikolai Badanov, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ, Konig, Phillips Graves, Kim Horangi, ...

That's all for now :) Don't be shy and ask

Hope you have a good day/night and be safe everyone <3

[plush-rabbit]

Kiss My Tears

A/N: Yandere, Non-Con Word Count: 3K A/N: I- You have no idea how excited I was to do this request oh my god. I hope that you liked it!! (also thanks for liking my other Rappa things) (also it happens really quick so like under the cut) ( also didn’t know if you wanted to have your user shown so i just cut it off, hope it’s all right with you!!)

He’s behind you, his weight nearly crushing you, his hand going under your chest to hold your breasts in the palm of his hands. “I protect you, right?” You nod, your forehead coming to rest against the comforter. “I buy you whatever you want. I work two jobs and all I ask is that you come home. Right?” You gasp when his hands squeeze your breasts.

His nails dig into your cleavage and you regret wearing a camisole in front of him. “Yes. Yes Rappa-”

“Call me what you always have,” he corrects, palms pressing further into your chest.

“Yes-” tears pools in your eyes and your face burns hot- “Kendo-nii.”

“I just want to protect you.” His breath is hot against your ear, lips brushing against you. “We used to be so close.” He presses his hips into your backside and you shake your head, hands gripping the comforter and pulling on it. “You don’t even sleep with me anymore.”

“I’m-” you hiccup and your body goes tense- “I’m a big girl Kendo. I don’t- We shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed anymore.”

“Is that what your boyfriend told you?” Your eyes go wide and you swallow, choosing to remain silent rather than answer. “I hear you talking to him when you think I’m asleep. I know how you touch yourself, telling him what you’re doing-” thick fingers pull down the camisole and your breasts are bare, his fingers coming to grab at your nipples and you move under him, squirming to get away from where he starts to move his hips in a circular motion- “how you touch yourself and gasp into your phone. Am I paying your phone bill to be a little slut?” A hand leaves your chest and grips your hair, yanking you back and in the corner of your eye and you can see him staring at you. “Is that what I’m doing? Paying for my little sister to be a whore?”

You shake your head, a tear sliding down the curve of your face. “No, Kendo! I’m sorry, I just- We like each other and-”

“And what?” His nose brushes against your face and he tongue comes out to lap at the tear that marks you. It makes you shiver in disgust and fear. “You decide to hump your hand and tell him how you’re still a virgin? Are you that horny-” the word makes you squeeze your eyes shut, heat rushing to your face- “that you have to go to the first guy who shows interest in you?”

“He’s nice,” you try to defend, your hands leaving the comforter and coming to cover your face. “I’m sorry Kendo! I won’t do it again- I promise!”

His lips press against the corners of yours and you sob when the hand on your chest continues to pinch at your bud. “I’m a good brother.”

He doesn’t phrase it like a question but you still answer, nodding your head to the best of your ability, stilling yourself as his hips come to a still. “You’re the best brother!” He sighs against you and you can feel something hard press against your bum. “Kendo-nii, you’re the best! You- You do so much for me and all I am is ungrateful.” You begin to cry, tears pouring down your face as his hands move to the other breast. “You’re the best and I love you so much!” The hand around your hair tugs and a sharp pain spreads against your scalp. “Please Kendo-nii! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you go to him?” His tone takes a darker tone and you cry, shaking your head, not wanting to answer. “I showered you in attention, didn’t I? I told you how pretty you looked.” His hand leaves your chest and slides under the shorts that you wear only to be stopped when he can’t get past the waistband due to you pressed against the bed. “I could have pleasured you.”

“Kendo,” you cry, voice muffled against your palms, “we’re siblings.”

“Step,” he corrects. “We’re step-siblings. Nothing we do is taboo.” His hand finally leaves your hair and you grab at the comforter, hiding your face into it, pulling the thick blanket close to you. His hands grab your waist and he pulls you upwards, heavy, calloused hands yanking your shorts down, leaving only you in your underwear. “I can make you feel good.”

“Kendo,” you rasp out shaking your head.

“Keep saying my name,” he tells you in a whisper, his hands tough as they reach up your thighs and grab at your underwear, pulling it down and exposing your cunt. “Be a good little slut, okay? Tell me how you're a virgin and how you can’t make yourself cum.” His breath is hot against you and you whimper at the contact. “Tell big brother how good he is to you.” He kisses at your cunt and your cry is muffled. “Tell Kendo-nii how good he is for taking care of his little sister in every single way.”

He turns you over and you lay back on the bed. You look up at him through teary eyes, your hands coming up to grab your chest, legs pinched together and you’re shaking. You kick at the bed, moving yourself closer to the pillows, flinching when he starts to move, slowly coming up behind you, pulling you close to him as if you two were going to cuddle, his hands grabbing at the end of your shirt and pulling it off of you, leaving you bare in front of him. You want to hide your face from him, you want to turn it away and wish for this to end, for him to let you go so you can ignore this for the rest of your life, wanting to believe that this isn’t the step-brother that you’ve known your entire life. That this is all some, sick, deprived joke and Kendo isn’t some pervert who is about to touch his little sister where only lovers should. But the thought is thrown out the window when two thick and calloused fingers rub at the pearl between your legs.

Instinctively, you whine at the touch, legs pinching shut to trap the hand there. You can hear him chuckle, a soft kiss pressed against the side of your head. He circles your clit, moving his fingers in a steady pace that has you biting your lip. You can feel acid rise in your mouth at the action. His hand leaves your cunt for a second, fingers going up to disappear into his mouth, tasting your sweet nectar that has leaked over him. The fingers return to you, circling and sliding down your slit. His index teases around the entrance and you still, your legs kicking onto the mattress.

“Kendo,” your voice is tight and your breathing going ragged- “no. Please, I’m a virgin. Kendo-”

He calls your name, pressing kisses against you, his index going back to circle around your clit. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs against you. “I’ll go nice and slow. Let you feel real good.”

You shake your head, your hands leaving your breasts to grab at his wrist. “It’ll hurt,” you whine, hoping that he’ll have some type of compassion in him and- as sick as it makes you feel even thinking about- continue to rub at your clit and play with your breasts.

He sighs and his hand stills. “Has big brother ever hurt you?” You shake your head “no” in response. “Then just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Once more, he circles around your clit, his index dragging down to slit to rim around your entrance. You let a moan escape your lips, feeling your face burn in shame. You can feel his smile against you and his index works faster, pushing inside of you. Even a finger is too thick, pushing deep inside of you, stretching your virgin walls and right now, he’s the only one to have entered you, to touch you and feel how your inside squish and melt against him. He pumps the finger, curling it softly inside of you, petting your gummy walls. A hand grabs at your breast and your hands slowly remove themselves from his wrists, grabbing at the bottom of your shirt while tears continue to form, making your vision grow blurry. His finger pinches at your nipple, tugging on the sensitive bud and watching you arch your back.

His index leaves your hole and you have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from calling his name. Two deft fingers explore around your newly stretched hole, dipping the tips of his fingers into you, slowly spreading you and the pain is sharp and you turn your head into his chest, whimpering as tears bead in the corners of your eyes. He quiets you down, curling his fingers inside, pushing himself to the knuckle to rub at the spot that makes you curl your toes, a shaky gasp escaping past your lips.

You can feel your body begin to grow tense, a heat that pools in your belly as something lodges itself in your throat. The pain on your cunt has begun to fade, twist into something pleasurable where you’re gasping and shaking, slowly moving your hips against his hand.

“Kendo,” you murmur, clenching your sex. “Kendo, stop.” You can feel your high approaching. The breathlessness that takes place, the tight pull of your muscles as if they might snap, the ache in your belly where the heat has begun to grow into something intense and you don’t want it to happen. You don’t want to combust into flames in front of someone that you have known all your life. You don’t think you could ever face him again if you released onto his fingers.

“You’re almost there,” he says in a caring voice, his fingers curling and petting. “Look at me,” he asks of you, nudging his head against yours.

You look at him and you must look to him. Your face is flushed, teary eyes and a loko of shattered innocence and hurt must be across your features. But you also know that you must look twisted to him. The sweet, innocent sister is gone. You’re close, aching for his fingers to curl inside of you, the heavy flush on your face one of lust, one of your hands on your chest as it rubs your nipple while the other grabs onto the bottom of his shirt. You’ll be a good sister for him, a good, little slut as long as he keeps his promise to make you feel good, your legs coming out bent as your hips move to meet his fingers. He smiles at you and presses his lips against yours and as sick as it is, you return it. You move your lips against his, nervous and hesitant against his eager ones, opening your mouth to let his tongue slip in, moaning around him and going to clutch at his chest, arching your chest into his hand. The kiss is heavy, making you lose your breath, saliva past the corners as he laps it with his tongue, moving his head down, leaving you covered in open-mouthed kisses, covering you in love bites, marking you as his and he moves your hand, wrapping his mouth around your breast.

“Kendo!” You cry, your hands coming to grab the back of his head, pushing him closer to you. You repeat his name, your sex coming tight around him as his tongue pushes your nipple in his mouth, lips wrapped tight as he sucks in your niple with hollowed cheeks.

His tongue comes out to flick rapidly at your pebbled bud, your moans and cries music to his ears as he continues his assault on your lust-filled haze, taking his sweet time to let his innocent step-sister come to their first high, to hear his name in those breathy tones that he longed for. He wants to hear you say that you want this. He wants to hear the soft cries of his name, to have you beg for him to stretch you with his cock, to fill his pretty little sister with his seed until her belly swells. He wants you to love him the way he has always loved you. He wants to have you crave nothing but him and his cock, to don the cute wife attire and wear frilly clothing, waiting for him to come back. To eat dinner with you as a lover and bend you over a table, and fill you over and over until you’re drooling and taking his cock like the good, little slut that you are.

“My good, little slut,” he moans against your mouth. “What a pretty girl you are.” He knows how well you do with praise. He can hear you through the walls, asking the no-good boyfriend of yours if you’re doing good, if the pictures you sent were pretty and time and time again, you never received the praise you wanted. You were never called a good girl by him, you were never told how pretty and cute you looked. But he’s not in the picture anymore. Kendo is. And your big brother is going to give you everything. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking my fingers. What a good girl you are. So pretty and obedient. Who’s a good girl?” His kisses you again, moaning and growing hard, straining against his pants. “Who’s my perfect, little girl? Who’s the best sister?” He can’t wait to stick his cock in you, to stretch and fill you up. “You are, yes you are. My perfect, little sister.”

It seems that praise really does it for you. You release against his fingers, thighs shaking and walls pulsing against him, and keep a tight hold on him, eyes shut tight. You cry his name and shake, repeating the words until they are all but a breath. You call for him, clutching at him and pressing your lips feverishly against his face in wet kisses. The pleasure makes you see stars and colors, and all that runs through your mind is Kendo. You’re hot and heavy, thinking irrational and you beg for his cock, your hands rubbing over the strain, begging for him to fill you up.

“Please Kendo,” you sob. “I want your cock. I want you inside of me, please,” you sob. “I want to feel good. I want to make you feel good. My big brother. Kendo-nii, please, let me make you feel good.”

He wastes no time in hearing your words. He clothes himself, tossing them somewhere in the room and fixes you on the bed, muffling your pleading with a kiss, as he enters you. And he knows that you’re sobbing, that you’re clawing on his back because it hurts to be so full and stretched at once, and he waits, waits until your crying has turned to whimpers, waits until your lips move away from his and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, your hands clinging to his hair and your legs wrapped around him. He waits until you start to move yourself and then he’s humping your body, feeling how your walls pull him in for a tight hug.

He knows that he’s bigger than average, takes great pride at the girth and size of his cock. How it can bulge and thicken, the swell of it great at the base as he pushes himself deep inside of you. He doesn’t want to remove himself from you, he doesn’t want to slow down the face pace that he has and when he looks down at you, your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, a heavy flush across your face and a dazed smile on you. You look at peace. Content with taking his cock. Kendo knows that one day, you’ll be able to take his cock without complaint, that he’s get to pick you up and keep your lowered on him, to warm his cock day and night until you’re a drooling mess- and with how you’ve already begun to, he can check that part of the list off- how he can use you as a personal sex doll. He grunts at the thought and continues to fuck your body, moaning your name and holding your breast in a hand as the other holds your back and pushes you further against him.

He knows how desperate you get when you’re in a daze- the mess that you become. How you leak over your clothes and play with yourself constantly. He knows that he’s the only one who can care for you. He’s panting above you, pulling you for another kiss which you return and his heart swells at the thought of you loving him. He pushes inside of you with a grunt and he spills his seed inside of you. You cry his name and he cries yours and he doesn’t stop his thrusts, going until tears spring to his eyes due to the sensitivity, and you kiss at his cheek where a tear falls, copying his action and making it sweeter.

When he pulls away, you cling to him. He holds you close to his chest and kisses your face and you hold onto him. “Kendo-nii,” you say in a gentle voice, a finger twirling his hair, “I’m dirty.” There’s nothing sinister in your eyes, your mind completely foggy with arousal and the post-sex. You don’t push away from him, you lay on top of him, your cunt leaking with his seed. For now, he’s taken advantage of the swirling emotions, of the desire to release, and when you come to, he’ll take care of you again. Like he’s always has.

He smiles and shakes his head, placing you to rest on your back. “I’ll clean you up.” He kisses the top of your head and rises from bed, his soft cock sticky against his thigh. “My good, little slut.” He smiles sweetly at you and pushes back your hair.

[tesalicious2]

Ok ok! There’s all the change the villain to the hero fics which are wonderful!! But imagine,

The entire Eight Precepts of Death, Chrono, Mimic, and Overhaul as hero’s in a hero agency called the Shie Hassaikai.

It’d be so op and amazing! Change nothing about their personalities, maybe less violent, but boom!! Successful heroes!

Chisaki and Chrono would definitely stay ‘in the shadows’. Not doing much actual hero work, they just manage the business mostly.

Mimic focuses on the finances while also doing hero work, not much though.

Nemoto works with the police a lot, so he’s their bridge if their ever needed.

Rappa, Kastukame, and the Trash Trio (Setsuno, Tabe, and Hojo) are the poster boys basically. They rack in the most big bucks and have the most publicity. Tengai is too but less so.

Slosh works the night patrol but stays away from civilians because of his quirk. Often, Nemoto will join if he is not needed by police.

Unlike most agencies, they aren’t sidekicks. They are each separate pro heroes that grouped up for an agency. Similar to Kamui Woods, Mt Lady and Edgeshot, but to an extreme.

Most of their outfits are the same, but Nemoto changes the cloak for a suit during the day. The masks are used but not worn except when on missions and patrol.

Despite being not the most popular of the group, Overhaul is in the top ten, maybe number 3. He wasn’t happy when he found out bc he hates publicity, it makes him feel dirty.

Occasionally, there will be a rumor or accusations of shady dealings but they shrug them off. (Sometimes there are shady dealings, but nothing illegal.)

Overhaul has a personal moto when dealing with trigger happy villains. ‘It isn’t murder if they’re don’t stay dead.’

Now, he never uses his quirk like this in public but has removed and replaced hands before. He tries to make it so no one can see it though.

They don’t use it but they have loads of blackmail on every hero angency and high ranking pro. They know everything.

They share any new information but don’t actually use it. Though, if they don’t find anything, they’ll send a care package without a label and a congrats card.

[number1villainstan]

Rappa: *posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Chisaki: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents

Rappa: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

Nemoto: Actually I did the math, the boss would have $225, not $0.15.

Rappa: Fam I’m right here....

Setsuno: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Tabe: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Setsuno: Sorry I only have a dollar

Tabe: :(

Nemoto: Hey I just realized Deidoro is right, Chisaki would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Setsuno: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

Nemoto: You can buy anything you want with $22,500

Hojo: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice

Sakaki: Apply juice to what

Kurono: Directly to the forehead

Chisaki: Great chat everyone

[alex-finechi-is-back]

Who I think the ex shie hissakai would main in smash bros ultimate -

Chisaki - sephiroth, joker (persona) or chrom

Rappa - terry (fatal fury), ryu (street fighter)

Nemoto - robin (fire emblem), rosalina (Mario)

Hari kurono - bayonetta, sora (Kingdom of hearts)

Setsuno - sonic, Luigi or rosalina

Tabe - Kirby

Hojo - pyra or mythra

[asialikestowrite]

Kendo Rappa: I'VE COME TO CHALLENGE MY SON TO A MATCH!

Fatgum: WHAT!?

Kendo Rappa: Sorry "OUR SON".

Fatgum: That's more like it.

Kirishima:

[jester-writing-things]

Since you’re list said MHA (BNHA), I’ve always had this question in my head and I keep asking my friend about it, but I want to hear a different perspective! The question, what would Kendo’s thoughts be of a s/o who’s a vigilante and decided to tell her about?

Kendo with a vigilante s/o

Was curious as to why you became a vigilante but just figured something went wrong while in UA and you don’t want to be associated with them ever again

Though your strength and courage was admirable, especially since your quirk wasn’t that strong, but you managed to use it like a professional

He subconsciously becomes more protective of you, even in fights, he threw himself at Overhaul to protect you from him

He decided to try to interact with you out of the gang, he approached you while you were on patrol was complementing you on your strength and posture, saying you’d be a great fighter in the undergrounds

This is his way of puttering you up before telling you he admires you and would like to start a relationship with you

[bnhahq101]

General Sick Villains HC? (Either the villains or S/O are sick)

I chose a sick s/o this time around but I will keep this prompt in mind in the future!

Danjuro Tobita/Gentle Criminal

Like his villain namesake, Danjuro is gentle in everything involving his love

When they fall sick, he will be right there beside them, leaving only to get them food if they can stomach it or to get fresh sheets and clothes

He will brew them soothing chamomile tea if they need help sleeping or mint or lemon tea if they are nauseous

He will get really worried if they actually throw up, and will rub soothing circles on their back, whispering gentle words of assurance to them

Will hand feed them until they have fully recovered, not letting them lift a single finger during the entire time

 Kendo Rappa

Kendo hates that he can’t always stay with his lover when they fall sick as he has to bring in money via fighting

When he is able to be at home for them, he is ordering in whatever food they want if they are hungry

The first time they get sick, he’s unsure about what to do and consults google frequently

If they throw up, Kendo cleans it up without complaint, waving off his lovers apologies as he helps them back to bed, he’s seen worse in the fighting ring after all

He’s actually really sweet when his lover is sick

 Kurogiri

Kurogiri is already used to taking care of others, and it doesn’t get much harder than watching over Tomura, especially in the early years

Because of this, Kurogiri has developed a sort of second sense and knows from just a sneeze how sick his lover will be and will prepare accordingly

Won’t allow them to leave the bed, cooking and bringing them foods they can stomach and helping them change clothes

Teleports from the bar to them throughout the day/night to check in with them and see if they need anything

 Magne

As cruel as she can be when it comes to the enemies, she is incredibly gentle and loving towards her lover

She is incredibly perceptive so her lover has no chance of hiding the fact they are feeling sick and will magnetize them to the bed if necessary

Bathing her sick lover is one of her favourite things to do for them, sitting outside the tub and gently washing away the sickness

Hari Kurono/Chronostasis

It doesn’t matter whether it is him or his lover who is sick, the Shie Hassaikai the standard protocol has both in quarantine within their rooms until fully recovered

He is actually very caring with his lover, especially when they are sick

If they have a really bad fever, Hari will spend hours at their side running a cool washcloth over their body, especially across their forehead and collarbone area

Will make them soup and, if they can stomach it, grilled cheese or something else

If they end up throwing up, he is right by their side, holding back their hair if it gets in the way

[thotsforvillainrights]

HELLLLOOO, IT'S ME AGAIN! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

May i ask for a (NSFW/SFW) hcs for poly relationship with Muscular and Rappa!? :D

The fandom (or at least a little some of them) has been arguing over their meeting and how would they react whether they'd get along with each other and become buddies! ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

Or they'd just get crazy and become each other's enemies forever

So what do think!? :3

(I'll be honest with you, I don't see these two managing to be in a relationship with each other present at first but that's EXACTLY what the magic of fanfic is for!)

(sidenote: this is my first time writing for a poly relationship I think? So if it's not good please let me know so I can improve upon it!)

~Muscular, Rappa, and their S/O~

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-You got one in a relationship? Wow, amazing! You got both of them at the same time? How in the hell do you manage this!? It's like having two overactive dogs in a small apartment most of the time! If one day you're not busy trying to keep Rappa from killing some poor stranger on the street then the next day you're busy keeping Muscular out of trouble. And don't even get me started on how much energy it takes to keep them from both going at each other's necks. In fact, they didn't even want to tolerate each other until they realized the end goal was having you. Then they learned how to get along somewhat...It's been maybe 2 weeks so far that you've managed to keep them from going at each other until earlier this morning when you caught them fighting over the last brown egg in the fridge. There were plenty of other eggs but the brown one was essential according to them. Or maybe because it was farm fresh that made them go crazy? Either way, that was how the morning went.

-Later in the evening you managed to get them to make up in time for you three to watch your favorite show together. Watching it was more like watching those two give hilarious commentary on their least favorite characters (which was basically everybody that wasn't violent or vulgar). Still, they both manage to always make you laugh so it wasn't too big of a deal. Also being with the two of them pay off bedroom-wise (depending on reader preference) but I won't go into too much detail here and now.

-These two can be the definition of scary dog privlege. You need not worry about going anywhere and feeling unsafe with these two by your side. The only thing you truly need to worry about is the safety of OTHERS when you bring these two around. Their unruly behavior has gotten then on a couple of hit lists in the past. That's why it's important to steer clear of too much bar time or even some cage fighting matches less you want to have your eardrums blown out by their incessant howling over the match.

-Don't expect much rest because the both of them are gym rats and they always end up waking you to get you involved as well. It can border on the absurd depending on the time or day of things. Rappa knows especially how you have work to do so you're getting rest. However, he's the main one waking you up majority of the time. Sometimes, despite being annoying, it can be a bit of a cute scene. Grown man Rappa waking you up with hoping eyes that you'll go to the gym with them. Then you look over and Muscular has his head peeking from around the corner as he also waits to hear your answer. Maybe just humor them every once in a while and tag along. It'll be a rare chance to watch them behave while in public lol.

-Even though they may seem like they want to kill each other, there are the sweet moments you get to witness when they get along that make it all worth your wild. Another example would be those lazy Sunday mornings when the sun is just barely allowing it's beams to creep along the carpet of your bedroom through the glass. It's illuminating your bodies all bundled up beneath the blanket together. There you can see Rappa's ridiculous morning hair and Goto's soft smile...his genuine REAL smile and not the shit eating grin you're so used to. Both of them making way for each other to hold you closely as they rest comfortably by your side. Everything seemingly at peace until the snoring seems to get louder and louder!

[hellfirexandxashes]

Rappa Headcanons

Super simple run down of backstory

• Grew up in a relatively poor household with a mother, father, and younger sibling, to the point where his father kept borrowing money from the wrong people and when the debt was to be collected, Rappa was offered in exchange.

• The debt collectors settled for selling Rappa off as a fighting ring candidate considering his Quirk. Being quite young when he was sold off and soon having to fight to survive led to his developing years equating fighting and winning as proof of life. Poor treatment led to fighting and victory being his only pleasures.

• Nearing his late teen years Rappa grew unsatisfied with the fighting ring he had grown up in, finding challengers boring and unworthy of his time. When his 'employer' tried to use the 'I bought you, I own you, do as I say' card Rappa killed him. Afterwards he lumbered towards other fighting rings and fight clubs looking for life or death fights to keep himself feeling alive as well as proof he was living.

• This continued on until his encounter with Overhaul.

Headcanons

*Rappa doesn't remember his family's names or really their faces at his current point in time.

*Combat/fighting/sparring is practically Rappa's friendship/love language.

*Anyone who survives a fight with Rappa, or ends in a draw, or defeats him Rappa tends to become obsessed with for varying lengths. The fighting opens a sense of communication that will lead him to seek them out and try learning about them.

*Rappa has a Komainu tattoo

[misc-headcanons]

Hello! I haven’t seen a lot of stuff for Kendo Rappa from BNHA, could I request headcanons or a scenario of him meeting a plus size s/o for the first time after she finds him bleeding from a fight? She fixes him up and makes him breakfast >:) I hope this is alright and that you have a good day/night!

(Oooh, my first Rappa request 😚)

Rappa's one tough son-of-a-gun, so it would take a lot to hurt him. Still, even he had his limits, and after managing to slam his last opponent's head into the alley wall and toss him next to the rest of his fallen gang members, he felt dangerously woozy. 

He'd do his best to try and walk off his injuries, just until he could clear his head and get back to the hideout. But the more he walked the streets, the more disoriented he became. Eventually he'd just slump down by an apartment complex and pass out, where ____ would find him as she was coming back from the convenience store nearby.

He'd manage to be roused a bit as she tried to help him into the elevator (praying his giant body would actually fit in there), and at first he would instantly think she was an enemy. But when he heard how softly she was speaking and how frightened she was as she trembled a bit near him, he'd instantly realize she was a civilian. 

The next few hours were a bit fuzzy, and he'd only be able to remember bits and pieces: feeling cold water on his skin, the slight sting of rubbing alcohol, the soft reassuring voice praying he'd "please wake up soon…" He wasn't used to softness, but in this situation he definitely didn't mind it. God knows Overhaul or Chrono wouldn't have this kind of bedside manner if he had dragged his bleeding bruised ass back to the hideout behind schedule.

He'd wake up to the smell of something sweet and warm, and then he'd hear the sound of a plate being carefully placed on a low table in front of him. He'd manage to stir and sit himself up before ____ would put an arm on his shoulder, worrying about him moving around too much. Yeah, he really wasn't used to being treated this way.

As ____ held up a plate of pancakes for Rappa to take, he'd inhale them all in one bite before she even remembered she'd forgotten to grab a fork for him. He'd appreciate that his little nurse-or-whatever was a good cook and patching up wounds. And when he managed to get a look at her...he'd notice that she looked just as good as she cooked.

In any other circumstance with someone he's interested in, he'd just openly ask them out. But he wasn't at some underground bar with a random chick. And besides, he wasn't in any condition to be acting on those "interests" of his. Besides, this girl deserved more respect than that after patching him up and giving him a meal. 

It wouldn't take long for him to recover, and he'd head back to the hideout a short while after he'd finished eating (despite ____'s fretting over whether or not he was okay to walk). He'd hand her the number for one of his burners, saying that he owed her one and if she wanted him to return the favor, to just give him a message. 

It led to something unexpected, though. She would just message him to check in, ask how he's feeling, and more than once ask if he'd like to watch a movie at her place or something--he hadn't said he was in the Yakuza, but...with his appearance, how she found him, and the way he acted/spoke, it wasn't hard to tell he was some flavor of criminal. 

Eventually Rappa would decide to say "screw it" and agree to see her again. It's not like he's got much going on when he doesn't have a mission. He was still surprised that she'd still want to have him around, him being a criminal and all looking the way he does. But the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes he likes being with his soft, sweet, nurse-or-girlfriend-or-whatever. 

He doesn't keep real names in his burner phone, so he has ____'s contact info under the nickname "Pancake". Though he's more likely to call her "babe", "toots", or "sugar" as actual pet names. The other Precepts know better than to make fun of him for it unless they want an immediate fight on their hands. 

He would absolutely pummel anyone who talked shit about his s/o's weight/size. Even if it isn't directly said in front of him; ____ will mention a coworker jokingly asking if she needed to go up a size or two for her uniform, and--oh, how weird, their car caught thrown through their apartment a week later! He intentionally holds back on just killing anyone though, since he knows his Pancake wouldn't ever accept him doing that for her. Still, anything else is fine in his mind.

He wishes he could take her somewhere on a date, but there's a lot of risk if someone recognized him or tried to start a fight...or worse, see ____ and hurt her to get to him. Even if he tries to keep his mind from going to murder as the solution when it comes to his girl, his instincts are gonna take over the second he sees some rat try to lay a hand on her. 

[tesalicious2]

I’d like to think that Rappa and Kirishima had their rematch. But, Kirishima ended up learning a lot so every so often they meet up and train.

Kirishima has significantly improved his combat ability to the point where he is on equal footing with Ojiro and Sen (the best martial artists in Class A and B).

It’s his secret and everyone wants to know what it is. Kirishima just says he meets with a friend. Only Fatgum and Amajiki knows.

Rappa buys him drinks after (non alcoholic). The police watching them are astounded.

It’s mostly three hours of Rappa correcting and improving form or beating him up (without his quirk).

After his release (if ever) Rappa trains up coming Heros or people who pay, he is a very good teacher.

[number1villainstan]

headcanons for shie hassaikai specialties/interests

Chisaki Kai: easy. biochem. it's canon. specifically he focuses on Quirk-related biochem

Kurono Hari: i feel like he's chisaki's lab technician, so mechanics (but not coding)

Irinaka Joi: accountant. i'm pretty sure he's the financial manager for the hassaikai in canon but i don't have a source so

Nemoto Shin: psychology. yes that's a bit of a cop out but idc. chisaki teases him about it because in his eyes it's 'not a proper science'

Sakaki Deidoro: linguistics actually! i have no canon basis for this but. i feel like he's a recovering alcoholic and studying languages helps him in the recovery process

Setsuno Touya: he's undecided, but i think he'd end up in history. this might be a little bit of projection, i have a family member who specializes in history

Hojo Yu: geology, specializes in crystals. it was actually his own Quirk (and Chisaki) got him interested

Rappa Kendo: canonically it's just fighting, but like--maybe if he ever settled down and thought about it he'd wonder about what exactly was happening in his body as his Quirk works. exercise science for him

Tengai Hekiji: the most fitting thought i have for him is theology/religious studies

Tabe Soramitsu: i wanna say culinary science but that feels like a cop-out

Katsukame Rikiya: ima be honest with ya, i got nothing for this guy

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BNHA A/B/O Headcanons Pt. 4

Continuation of these posts: Part 1 (1-A), Part 2 (1-B), Part 3 (Families)

Part 4: Villains

I’d like to point out that these are my personal headcanons, and it’s perfectly okay to think I’m wrong. This is just where my guts and sometimes logic have decided they belong. If I think I can, I may even explain them.

We’re gonna start off with Overhaul’s Eight Expendables.

Toya Setsuno: Alpha. He’s the one who can attract objects to him. Out of the three he’s with he’s the one who seems to be instructing the others.

Soramitsu Tabe: Beta

Yu Hojo: Beta

Shin Nemoto: Beta

Kendo Rappa: Alpha. He literally only wants one thing and that’s a fight to the death. To me it sounds like alpha posturing taken way too seriously.

Hekiji Tengai: Beta. He just wants Rappa to “work with me here! God!” (Rappa ignores him for the most part, it must be frustrating)

Deidoro Sakaki: Beta

Rikiya Katsukame: Alpha. He just doesn’t seem the type to want to work flawlessly with others, which is probably why he’s the big guy alone at the entrance.

The Eight Expendables want to serve Overhaul so they can have a place to belong, to work well in service of him. That can seem like an omega trait but frankly I think it’s a desire more common in betas.

Kai Shisaki (Overhaul): Alpha. He gathered the Eight on his own by offering them a place. He experimented on Eri so he could eventually protect the legacy of the family who adopted him. He’s doing things out of a desire to protect, even if his actions come off more than a little twisted.

Stain: Alpha. Stain is hard. He’s a loner and doesn’t like to work together from what I’ve seen, and if he were a beta or an omega he’d want to be in the company of others, so alpha it is.

Big Sis Magne: Omega (My girl!)

Moonfish: Beta. I really have no clue what he wants. Beta is my default because of statistics.

Mustard: Alpha. He’s basically a kid with a superiority complex. He wants to protect his dignity? Well, that is wanting to protect something.

Muscular: Alpha

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice): Beta

Himiko Toga: Omega. Girl just wants to find love! Be force. It be like that sometimes.

Mr. Compress: Beta

Kurogiri: Beta. He’s like the pack’s alpha beta. Must be protected at all costs.

Dabi: Alpha. Because I am part of the Dabi-is-a-Todoroki bandwagon (In reference to Part 3 where I sort families).

Tomura Shigaraki: Omega. He’s completely mentally dependent on All for One’s guidance. He’s been growing to become more independent and start behaving like a leader but he naturally asks emotional stability from others.

All for One: Alpha

Danjuro Tobita (Gentle Criminal): Alpha. He wants to protect La Brava.

Manami Aiba (La Brava): Omega. She’s dependent on his love.

For the Nomus, I headcanon they have been too genetically manipulated. That the sacrifice of becoming strong didn’t just take away themselves as a person but also their secondary gender and everything that comes with it. That would be one heck of a fear factor, this big thing looming over you and then you realize... They don’t have a scent.