#kendo rappa imagines

[deusvervewrites]

Uncle Rappa: You are aware this means Izuku, Kirishima, and Tetsutetsu are best friends now, right? Especially with their stunningly healthy view of masculinity?

Has Tetsutetsu ever actually used the word Manly?

Also imagine the hilarity of Kendo being like "Real men fight to the death with only their bodies. Real women do this too. Tiger Bunny was fucking awesome" and Kid Izuku becomes extremely based because of it.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Yo, i got a good one. What if Kendo Rappa had a lover, but one day he comes to find out that, despite being quirkless, they are legitimately stronger than he is. Maybe they utilise special martial arts or something, but they manage to beat his ass anyway?

Love your posts pook, merry christmas, even though im late.... ♥️♥️

(You're right, this is a good one...because I get to write for Rappa of course! Now I'm not sure how strong you can be to be stronger than someone who has a quirk for it but no need for intense logic, this is a fanfic and anything is possible!)

~Rappa's Strong S/O~

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-You're his biggest supporter amongst other roles you play with him. You never seemed to miss a show and he never failed to pick your face out of the crowd once he became aware of it. It would be a lie to say you didn't feel your heart go into overdrive when he finally came up to you after a match and asked your name. It would be an even BIGGER lie to say he wasn't really attracted to you. After a few more fights, you exchanged numbers and the rest is history.

-Nowadays things are a tad bit different for your daily routine. He's stopped underground fighting and moved on towards working with the Shie Hassaikai. You had your complaints but there wasn't really anything that could stop him when he was serious about something. According to him, he didn't even want the job at first. His new boss had beaten him in a match (something you couldn't believe at first), and that was what led him to the Hassaikai. You'll admit a little bit of guilt for not being at the match to cheer him on. This was the first one you weren't at and it was the first one he ever lost. Oh well.

-You spent some time helping him work through some things lately, namely his pent of energy and the need to want to spar all the time. For someone who went from winning death matches once a week, to someone having to learn about managing emotions...it wasn't exactly an easy thing to work through. There were a few slip ups here and there, and this maybe resulted in a court date or two. Still, you were doing your very best and he noticed it.

-One day over the breakfast table, you'd offered to take him in a quick match right in the back yard. He probably laughed harder than you ever heard him laugh since starting to date. "I'm serious Kendo..." This only made him laugh more. "Haha, alright fine! Let's see what you got!" He wasn't going to take you seriously, no way. You're someone he saw as fragile and that he needed to protect at all costs. You were also quirkless, weighed much less than him, and didn't seems to pack much muscle (depending on reader of course). There was no way in hell he was going to take you seriously.

-He should've taken you seriously...

-You could notice he was adding more and more force with each round involving you. Slowly he was starting to work through his confusion and started to see you as an actual opponent. Little did he know, it wasn't the strength but the technique. You'd seen nearly every single one of his matches. You studied every single movement, all of his technique was just something you logged in your mind. It didn't matter that you weren't as tough as him, you were much smarter in the end. This along with your special martial arts you'd picked up sometime in the past was just enough to prove over and over that you were more than worthy.

-Now he'd have to spend time figuring out how exactly to take over as top fighter in the house because let's be honest...there was no way in hell he was gonna let you hold his title over his own head lol.

[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.

[bnhahq101]

Yandere hcs for the male villains? Preferably with a male reader, but gn works too.

He is possessive like no tomorrow

He tries to woo his darling first, only resorting to kidnapping if they continue to turn him down or he perceives there is a threat to them

Stalks them a lot before he even approaches them, noting their likes and dislikes, any unique preferences and other personal info

He may be a broke ass man but whatever money he does acquire (Aka steals) he spends on making his darling comfortable after kidnapping them

This man won’t raise a hand against his darling

Instead he will resort to psychological tactics and “remove” others (i.e. their family members, friends, etc.)

He will “train” his darling to love him

Won’t “force” himself on them, but will coerce them into it (again mind games)

His favourite method of “training” is isolation and he will leave them alone locked in a room with food and water for days with no source of entertainment

He’s not delusional and is aware of what he is doing is wrong, but he just wants to be loved

He loves cuddling his darling, especially when they are in his lap

If they ever show him willing affection, he would be over the moon.

There is no subtlety with this ashy motherfucker

He goes straight to kidnapping them and keep them in his room with a nest of blankets and pillows for them in one corner or even the closet if they want

will threaten to dust them if they try to escape

he will dust those they care about and anyone who seems to get too close as punishment

Demands daily affections and cuddles, always mindful to wear his digi-art gloves so as to not accidentally dust them

Will demand them to tell him about themselves (What they like, what they dislike, their favourite colour, etc.)

If they play nice, so will he, doting on them with affection and stolen gifts

He will restrain them if necessary, but always makes sure the restraints are padded enough to not be too uncomfortable.

 

He kidnaps his darling early on, under the veil of providing protection

Kai is incredibly possessive of his darling, making them scrub themselves red if they are touched by someone else

He treats them like royalty if they behave, and like a burdensome pet if they don’t

He keeps track of all of their health stats, performing medical exams on them himself on a monthly if not weekly basis

His favourite thing to do is simply sit and observe them through the two way mirror of their room.

He isn’t above hurting them, “remaking” them if they try to escape, but he prefers punishments that don’t mark their skin

Honestly, if you don’t try to escape, allow him to doll you up, accept cuddles on the rare occasion and allow the monthly/weekly medical examinations, he’s not too bad of a Yandere

But if they are non-complacent, it will be literal hell

 

This man will kidnap them the moment his obsession begins

Will use physical force to mindbreak them and “train” them

He doesn’t give two shits about their feelings or if they don’t want his “affections”

Honestly, he is the worst among the villains to begin with and this is reflected in his Yandere state

Restraints are also a common occurance

Threats occur daily, and physical abuse is his go to as punishment

His darling is a pet to him, not someone to love and he will kill them if he finds them too tedious

 

Completely the opposite of Goto

Jin is obsessive, yes, but he is so incredibly scared of hurting them in some way.

He worships the ground they walk on and would do anything for them

Jin would try to win their affections every way he could, only wanting their happiness

His obsession for them is something that both “sides” of him can agree on

He tries to reign in his more creepy traits, and ends up acting like a golden retriever, constantly tailing them if they let him.

Even as a Yandere, he is a complete gentleman

Yes, he is obsessed and possessive, but he is also incredibly silver-tongued

He will manipulate his darling into a relationship, slowly isolating them from everyone else

They wouldn’t even realize he was manipulating them either, as he would have an excuse for every action that actually made perfect sense

He will dote upon them, never raising a hand against them

His darling would live in utter blissful ignorance and if they ever did find out, by then it would be too late

 

We all know his obsession with real heroes versus fake heroes; now imagine him with a darling

He starts as a stalker type, simply being content in observing them as they go about their day-to-day life

He keeps a small notebook in which he records shit he notices (their best qualities, their favourite clothes, etc.)

His possessiveness comes in the form of wanting to protect them from heroes and villains alike

He would approach them eventually, probably after saving them from being mugged.

He is blunt with his obsession, but is surprisingly not as creepy about this as others

He would give his darling two options

Option one: allow him to “court” them properly

Option two: accept their fate of having him as a demented guardian angel, who would kill any hero or villain that got too close

He refuses to kidnap them, knowing they would be in greater danger of harm if he did so

Danjuro Tobita/Gentle Criminal (ran to photo limits)

He is a delusional type and would kidnap them early on

While he would never physically hurt them on purpose, it may happen by accident

He would want to shield them from the world, saying it is too dangerous for them

He would restrain them if necessary, but always uses the softest most padded restraints possible

He loves dressing them in what is essentially life size doll clothes

Honestly, his darling would probably develop Stockholm syndrome or learn to just go with the flow  

 

Kurogiri is a wildcard of a Yandere

Though he projects a gentleman aura and may appear calm, he’s a scary motherfucker

His darling has no chance of escape once he chooses to kidnap them

If they try to escape him, he will teleport them into a variety of situations (i.e. in the middle of the ocean, on top of a tall building, etc.)

He is a master manipulator and isn’t above physically hurting them

But he will also dote on them with gentle touches as he tends to wounds he inflicted, whispering sweet nothings in a honey sweet voice

Eventually, they would either go insane or fall victim to Stockholm syndrome

 

He is similar to Jin regarding his Yandere tendency

Only he is more likely kidnap them if necessary and may accidentally hurt them by holding them too tight

He would stick them in his room that he had already prepared for them, filling it with their items he had stolen from their own home

He would be shy even after kidnapping them and honestly his darling would probably pity him

He knows what he is doing is not right, but he also knows he can’t just release them after already kidnapping them

He will bring them their favourite foods, offers to play video games and watch anime with them and even offers to take them out if they promise to not try and escape

If he accidentally hurts them with his claws, he is incredibly apologetic and would take care of them accordingly

He would ask for cuddles eventually, becoming depressed if they reject them but elated if they accept

 

Honestly Kendo isn’t that bad of a Yandere

Yes, he may accidentally harm them by grabbing their wrist or arm and accidentally snapping or dislocating something, but he actually feels horrible about it

He is possessive, but he won’t kill their family or friends if they remain platonic

He has his code

Instead he is more about protecting them from harm, so strangers are fair game

Kendo is not delusional either, he knows its wrong to kidnap them, but his need to protect them overrules it

He can get frustrated though, especially when they don’t give in to his affections

He prefers isolation for punishment

[magpie-scribbles]

Brass Knuckles

For the serve collab I wrote some spicy Rappa! Enjoy my lovies!!

Rating: E

Pairing: Rappa x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut

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Honestly it was a little unsettling, yet...oddly incredibly cool, the pair of brass knuckles gleaming up at you from the pink and white tissue paper that sat inside the overly done up box. You're almost a bit nervous to pick them up, half concerned they might have already been ...broken in; but the way they shone and glinted in the light of your apartment had you plucking the polished metal from their little nest.

They were definitely new as you turned them over in your hands, and then ever so gingerly slipped them over your fingers. They were slightly big, the metal not quite kissing your skin when you balled your fists. But it was a close fit nonetheless and you felt a strange rush of power zip through you as you looked down at the brutish weapons on your knuckles.

You hated to admit it, but you could get used to this feeling.

"Oh jeez!" You had spent so much time admiring the shiny objects you'd completely forgotten that they were part of a whole deal.

Routing through the box you found a small envelope under another layer of tissue paper; a simple envelope, with your name scrawled across the back neatly. A little more excitedly than you wanted to admit you ripped into it, a wrinkled piece of card stock falling out.

'Oh...the same person definitely didn't write this…' your name on the front was so neat and fancy, the company must have written it. This must have been written by your match…Their address; It was legible, chicken scratch but legible. But yikes...you read the address again;  that was not a nice part of town.

You looked at the knuckles adorning your hands, were you literally going to have to use these in order to meet your match...that thought definitely gave you some major anxiety.

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Well, luckily you hadn't had to use the brass knuckles on your trip over to your match's place, though there were a few times you felt you fists clench around the rings.

But there you were, safe and sound at a not completely awful apartment complex, though it had definitely seen better days. The door to the apartment on the address looked a bit worse for wear, and you can't seem to find a doorbell or buzzer anywhere.

Apprehensively you knock, the metal of the brass knuckles ringing a bit.

It seems like forever as you fidget and wait before you hear heavy footsteps coming towards the door...very heavy...was your match a dinosaur?? You tense as the door opens and you nearly have to do a double take. The man standing before you is huge, so much so that you can't see his face until he hunches over a bit.

"Uuuuhhhhh hey…" you manage to squeak out, waving at the behemoth before you in a daze, holy shit his biceps had to be as thick your thighs… maybe ever your torso.

"Oh shit, ya wore them!" He grins, and pushes the mop of hair back that covered his eyes...oh! He has pretty eyes; honestly you were a bit surprised how pleasing he was. "Ya must be Y/N." He eyes you up and down and you can't help but squirm under his gaze. "Didn't expect to get such a cutie."

You blush and tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

"Thanks." He's already buttering you up and fuck you didn't think you'd be this effected, but god...he's tall, he's buff, he's got a deep rumbling voice and you can tell there is a feralness about him, and well...you shouldn't have already felt your legs beginning to tremble. "Sorry and you are?"

You stick out your hand...you stick out your hand…???

He laughs heartily and humors you, his hand completely engulfing yours and part of your wrist.

"Either you're shy or coy, I can definitely work with both…" your face feels even hotter. "Names' Kendou Rappa." He gives your hand a firm shake and you can tell he's using only the smallest amount of his strength.

He leans against the door frame. Hand that had just been on yours coming to relax on his belt. Your eye, damn them, immediately hone in on the the hands resting against the leather...and then over, No stop that!

"Nice to meet you Rappa" you reply, trying to act you hadn't just been ogling him.

"Call me Kendou, cutie" he's teeth flash. "Now ya comin' or what?"

Was that innuendo or was your brain just going haywire, because you actually got matched with a guy that you were very quickly discovering you would climb like a tree.

"Lead the way big guy." Oh god did you just say that. Either way he seemed to like it, his smirk growing as he stepped aside for you to enter his apartment.

You take his offer, moving past him, trying not to think about the heat of his body or his smell. He shouldn't smell this good…

As you take off your shoes you do a quick survey of the place; it's not awful, definitely a bachelor's pad. At least there weren't any naked lady posters adoring the walls from what you could see... like in the last guys place your friends had set you up with. Sad that a guy that signed up for a night of pleasure and romance with a stranger had more class than a guy your friends tried to get you with.

Removing your jacket you looked around for a hook...only to find it well above your reach...of course it would be, the guy was huge, he probably adjusted a lot of the things in his apartment to work with his size.

You hear him chuckle from behind you and then he's plucking the jacket from your hands.

"So ever done this before? The secret date thing I mean." You ask as he places your jacket up.

"Nah, first rodeo, usually do it the ol' fashioned way." He has an air of confidence about him that makes you think he's never had a problem picking someone up at a bar or club...why did that make you jealous? "How 'bout you princess?"

You sputter at the nickname but quickly regain your composure.

"Been on blind dates before...but nothing like this." You reply...you're still in the entryway of his apartment, glued to your spot.

"Somethin' we have in common then." He grins and fuck you feel weak in the knees.

You wouldn't call his actions or words charming, but truth be told, you didn't want that...no you wanted something else, something primal…

"So...what exactly are we supposed to do now, the sign up info didn't really give any outlines or rules." You fidget with the knuckles on your fists, the metal warming under you touch quickly.

Rappa seems to notice and his golden eyes flash with interest. And he budges up closer to you, not enough to set you on edge, but enough to feel his presence and make you shiver at it.

"Well, way I figure it I'd let ya take the reins sweetheart, whatever you wanna do. We could order dinner, get to know each other, do it the proper way…" he pauses, having piqued your interest.

"...or…" you almost whisper, and he leans in further, enough so his wild mane of hair tickles your face.

"...or." at this point you're sure the only thing keeping you upright was the wall behind you, pressing into your back. "We could move straight to dessert, and do all that other proper stuff later."

You lick your bottom lip; you hadn't been this turned on in awhile, and he hadn't even touched you yet. You definitely didn't want to waste your chance.

Leaning up, you practically had to stand on you tippy toes, your nose brushed his as you breathed in his air, your lips only a whisper away from his own.

"I've always had a sweet tooth…" you reply softly, teasingly.

He chuckles and that, and you can practically feel the rumble of it.

"Looks like we gotta 'nother thing in common." And before you can say another word he's scooping you up, your sound of surprise quickly muffled as he presses his mouth to yours roughly.

You immediately crumble in his arms and sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, digging your hands into his wild hair. He growls at the feeling of your fingertips and angles his head, inhaling harshly through his nose, his teeth clacking against yours.

God this is what you wanted...what you craved, this primal energy. You register that you are moving but honestly you couldn't care less, already so lost in the feeling that was Rappa.

You hear the switch of a light and a dim glow kisses your closed eyelids. He's laying you down pressing you back into something soft, and you finally come up for air and dazedly take in your surroundings.

His bedroom, it's simple, cozy, though a little lacking in furniture, you see some weights in the corner, haphazardly lying about.

"How ya doin' princess?" He nuzzles into your neck, okay, maybe he was a little charming...in his own way.

You smile bringing your attention back to him, burying your hands in his hair once more and laying into him. You can feel him laugh into the kiss.

He moves you further up the bed, mindful of his weight and size as he drapes over you. One of his hands comes to rest on your thigh, the other slowly creeping beneath the hem of your shirt.

Your head is spinning; you want more and you want it now.

Your hands move to his back, gently pulling at the white fabric covering him. You whine, a pitiful sound that has him groaning, and propping up on his knees more so that you can pull the shirt over his head.

After that, it's a bit of a blur how you tear each others clothes off, his rough, strong hands making quick work of everything adorning you (even the gifted brass knuckles) before gleefully removing his pants and boxers when you hands come to tug at them in a weak attempt to remove them from your position.

Now laid bare Rappa sits up, eyes dark as he gazes over your form. You can hardly get enough of him, all bulk, scarred skin and just the perfect amount of hair dusting his chest, trickling down, down, down...holy shit…

"Look at you." He coos, cocking his head and observing you. "Like what you see??" He has a rather smug smile about that.

"Fuck…" you whisper, your brain shorting out.

He laughs at that and brings himself down for another kiss, which you eagerly accept.

You're already sopping for him, dripping onto the bed, when he presses two large fingers against your pussy. You arch and mewl at the sensation and he takes the opportunity to nip at your pulse point along your neck.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're already dripping for me." He husks against your neck, fingers swirling, gathering up your juices before he slowly presses a finger into you.

Your hands fly to his shoulders as the the thick digit enters you, a moan tumbling from your lips, as he curls the finger experimentally.

"Shit, you're tight, even though you're practically gushing." He groans, beginning to steadily thrust his finger in and out of your heat.

You honestly never knew you had such a thing for dirty words, but as he continued to move and added another finger while whispering the filthiest things in your ear, you felt your first orgasm approaching rapidly.

"Gonna cum for me sweetheart? Go on, make a mess." He's grinning, mouth just brushing against yours.

It only takes two more curls of his fingers before you're crying out, nails digging into his back as pleasure crashes over you, colors popping behind your eyelids.

"Fffuuuuccckkkk…" he groans, watching you tremble and whine as you slowly come back down from your high.

You pause for a moment to catch your breath before he lazily brings you in for a sloppy kiss, which you eagerly accept.

Then your world is spinning and you find yourself upright, legs sprawled on either side of his hips, your pussy smearing your essence along his thighs. Your gaze quickly goes down to the flushed cock laying thick and dribbling precum against his stomach. Honestly, you're not entirely sure how it's going to fit, you wonder if you can even get your hands around it fully. You decide to see if you can do just that, reaching out to grip his heated flesh. You hear him release a shuddering sigh as you run your thumb along one of the veins before completely circling him.

As you thought your fingers didn't touch and your pussy clenched at the notion.

You begin a slow measured rhythm, pumping him, making sure to thumb at the precum gathering at his slit, smearing it over the head and down his shaft.

Suddenly his hand is closing over your wrist and you look up, worried you had done something wrong. But the look in his eyes and the flush on his checks told you otherwise.

"Want ya to ride me, wanna see those pretty tits bounce as ya take my cock." He groans out, and you actually whimper in repy, his words settling heavy and hot in your belly.

You manage enough brainpower to nod and hike yourself up on your knees, positioning yourself over him. His large hands come to rest at your hips.

You grip him, tightly and slowly, ever so slowly you ease down on him. The stretch is both heavenly and too much, you manage to get yourself half way down his cock before you have to stop and take a breather. His hands are heavy on your hips but he doesn't push, even though you can feel the tremble of him holding back.

Finally you get used to feeling enough, pushing yourself the rest of the way down, your pussy lips pressing against his wiry pubic hair. You tremble and whimper, trying to ground yourself; you can hear Kendou trying to steady his breathing.

You place your palms on his abs, steadying yourself and then a moment later you lift yourself up, before impaling yourself again on his cock.

"Fuck princess…" he groans, the grip on your hips almost painful...but you kind of like it.

You begin a slow pace, getting more accustomed to his girth and feeling of his cock pressing up against your cervix. Though it doesn't take long until you're practically bouncing up and down on him and moaning nonsense.

"Kendou…" you whine when he thrusts up to meet you.

"Fuck look at you...look at you take me, such a good girl." He groans, one of his hands moving from your hip to your belly. "Feel that sweetheart?" He snaps his hips up. "Feel me practically rearranging your guts?" He says through gritted teeth.

You look down and nearly lose yourself then and there when he shifts his hand, you can see the press of him in your belly. His cock thrusting up, filling you more than you thought possible.

"Kendddooouuu…" your hands scrabble against his skin, nails digging angry lines down his stomach.

"Ya like that? Like seeing me split ya open." You can only nod in agreement as you weakly try to meet his pace.

You're so close, so close to your second orgasm, your body is singing, thrumming, ready to tumble over the edge.

"Gonna cum for me again? Want me to fill ya up?" His voice was strained, his pace was becoming sloppy, rougher.

"Yes, yes please, please, I'm so close, fill me up Kendou…" you whine, and bless this man, he brings the pad of his thumb to your clit and presses.

That's all it takes, the press of his thumb and you're calling out his name and cumming with such intensity you wonder if you lost consciousness for a moment.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he hisses, hips snapping up, roughly and then he's pressing impossibly close and groaning as load after load of his cum shoots into you. There's so much it starts to leak out of you before he even pulls out.

You're a mess...sweaty, full of cum, but so incredibly sated you can't even put it to words.

Rappa's hands come to rest fully on your hips again, thumbs gently massaging your hip bones as you both find your words.

"That...was some dessert." You finally manage, your heart fluttering as he gives a genuine laugh.

You squeak in surprise as he picks you up off him like you way nothing, cum leaking out of you as he tucks you into his side.

"Told ya I had a sweet tooth." He replies as you nestle down.

"Mmmm I think I might be a little addicted to sweets now." You say and his large palm comes up to soothe over your hair.

"Whaddya say we order some food, do all the proper stuff and then start round two?" He says and you laugh.

"I think I like that idea."

[nogitsune-the]

Comfort in bruises

nyxnova said:

Rappa finds reader after they get into a fight? Like sees them all bruised n such. What would his reaction be? :3c

Warnings: mentions of fighting, mentions of reader getting jumped, a swear word

Kendo Rappa x gender!nutural reader

“A/N: I feel like Kendo is a sweetie!”

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Fighting is what connected you and Kendo you were watching one of his fights the day you meet, but even if you were fascinated by it you never fought yourself. but one day someone had recognized you as Kendo’s s/o and had jumped you cause he had almost killed their friend in his last fight and they had tough that hurting his s/o was a good way to get back at him.

What they didn’t know is that you knew how to handle yourself even if you weren't much of a fighter like your boyfriend, you were already good with your quirk and Kendo had tough you some things that you were curious about after seeing him do them in his fights.

That’s how you ended up with a few cuts and bruises when you got home. You were lucky Kendo wasn’t home cause you knew he would be frantic, he loves fighting but he is adamant that you aren’t allowed to fight. So you now sat at the sink in the bathroom looking over your bruised torso and cleaning the cuts on your fists.

But it wasn’t long before your boyfriend came home and started looking for you. “Y/N? You in there I just wanted to let you know I’m home” You slightly jumped when you heard him. “I’ll be right there babe” before pulling your shirt properly down and walking out of the bathroom. 

Kendo of course pulled you into a hug when he saw you but stopped when he feels you flinch when he squeezed you on top of some of the bruises you had and him being a worry wart about you pulled up your shirt and looked at your bruised torso “Who the fuck did this to you and where they at”

“It’s ok Kendo they look worse then I do thanks to what you thought me, they thought that me being your s/o would be a nice way to get back at you for beating their friend last week”

After a bit he ended up calming down before cuddling with you and gently rubbing circles on your bruises 

[biconderoga]

Shie Hassaikai Relationship Headcannons

Requests are open ;)

Chisaki Kai

Very hard person to hold a relationship with. He’s an aloof man, who is straight to the point. If his S/O toughs it out, as the relationship progresses they see the dedicated man he can be.

A relationship with him is bound to be formed with some sort of obsession. It could be due to an apathetic S/O, who also desicates themself to his cause, or his S/O lacking a quirk or having a ‘pure’ quirk. He’s adoration goes beyond bounds with his S/O.

Extremely respectful with boundaries. This is considering the fact he has mysophobia and his own crazy limits.

Dates are nearly zilch. He’s a busy man and when he catches a break he’s either scrubbing his body or catching a wink of sleep. If his S/O takes initiative, and they’re close enough in Chisaki’s eyes, he’d allow his S/O in bed or in the shower with him.

Hari Kurono

A flirty individual. Originally flirts for the hell of it, but then comes to enjoy seeing his S/O blush.

Whenever he gets free time he’s usually tired. Loves to just snuggle up to his S/O and doze off to the sound of their heartbeat. However, if he and his S/O were up to it, he wouldn’t mind having a stereotypical city date night. A fancy dinner, followed by a quiet moonlit walk in the city.

Makes anything usually tedious a bit romantic. He has to file paperwork for Chisaki? He’ll plop his S/O on his lap and every completed page earns him a kiss.

Teases his S/O with his quirk time to time. They have to leave? Well too bad, he’ll use his quirk to slow them down, even if it’s just a second longer.

Kendo Rappa

Him and his S/O are the crazy couple who screams at one another in the parking lot. In all seriousness, a relationship with him would be a loud one. He doesn’t try to be loud he just is. His volume is almost never due to anger. 

S/O is in some form or shape strong to him. He always challenges his S/O. Usually to a brawl. His S/O tends to reject him in his offers.

A warm person behind his brash exterior. He’s sweet, and can pick up when something’s off with his S/O.

Eats a lot. S/O spends most of their time ordering him food, or mass producing it in their kitchen. Hungry Boi.

[imagines-mha]

CJP NSFW Alpha for Atsuhiro, Rappa and Joi please? Thank you!

No problemo bro 💕💫

Atsuhiro 🎩

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He uses his TONGUE to his advantage sm cus he’s so skilled w it, and he loves lapping up your cum with it. He’ll look u dead in the eye while he does it, making sure to get it messy around his lips so you can kiss it off later

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it much due to being quite dignified and busy a lot of the time, but when he does he makes sure it’s special. He makes a big deal out of it- and he goes over and over til he’s physically exhausted

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s kinda like a mix of the two depending on the day. Like 85% of the time he’s slow; teasing but slow paced, but if u get him really really in the mood at just the right time he’ll go at the speed of a cheetah stg bro

Rappa 💪🏻

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is THE biggest fan of messy sex. When he cums all over your face and chest, leaving you like his own personal masterpiece covered in it. He also loves watching you try and take all of his cum in your mouth- and watching it leak from your lips always turns him on

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it ALL THE DAMN TIME. LiteRALLY at least twice a day. He just has sm built up stress and adrenaline and he NEEDS to get it out somehow, right?? He’s also super rough on himself and likes to tease himself like heLL

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lmao LMAO broooo ur body =/= that’s gonna be it by the time he fucks u hard like this is RAPPA we talkin bout dude. Ur gonna die in the hottest way possible. NothING ABOUT THIS MAN IS SLOW OR SENSUAL WHATSOEVER. U better like it earthquake mode™️

Joi 🎱

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s the most dominant, and he loves the taste of your cum. He’ll bury his whole face into you in order to suck up as much of it as he can before letting you suck him off and take his cum too. He just loves it when there’s cum absoloutely everywhere

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it a regular amount of times- when he’s certain he’s all alone and can allow himself to be vulnerable for once. Like atsuhiro, he can go forever- until his body’s physically unable to take anymore of it he’s a slut for masturbation lmao

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s kinda like medium?? He’s not slow in the sense you feel like it’s intimate but still not fast in rough in the sense you feel overwhelmed. Kinda just the right amount. If u get him riled up enough tho he could break u like he could probs make a hole in the ground if he tried

[kinkyacademia]

Okay I'm only gonna send two requests don't worry I won't spam you but I love hot mess prompts and this one says "i'm in my underpants in a laundromat waiting for my clothes to get washed and your clothes are in the machine next to mine and i noticed that that when you put your clothes in they were all covered in blood what the fuck" it's the most perfect villain prompt out there and I dunno if I'd like it with rappa or kurogiri more you can choose

Oh hey I did both :D so I think I really need to kick this depression in the butt because I don’t like being so absent from the blog. PS, Kendo’s is more male aimed. Idk why.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

Kurogiri:

A tall man, what once was sharp purple hair was unstyled and sat just below his ears. His tired eyes trained on the clothes as he threw them into the washer at the laundromat, hoping the blood hadn’t stained. All he had at the moment, probably because of procrastination, was a white t-shirt and boxers. Not the most ideal, but he didn’t exist as his normal self in the villain world, so not using his quirk to cover himself didn’t matter. Honestly, he wondered if he could have come in his quirk naked.

These thoughts ran through his mind as someone walked past him. Well, he thought they did, he might be slightly drunk. Alas, it was you, and you stopped in front of him with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised, a good foot shorter than him.

“Ahem,” you caught his attention, and his head snapped to look down at you. You blinked sharper, eyes wide and scanning his face that seemed all too tired to even be alive, “You, uh, got in a fight?”

“What?” He was honestly barely coherent at this point. You swallowed hard, eyes slowly looking away from him before locking back on his dark purple own.

“Look, when your clothes went into the washer, they were covered in blood. We’re both in a goddamn suburban laundromat, what the fuck?” You deadpanned, and his eyelids dropped before his face fell into his hands as he sighed.

“My friend got into a fight,” he tried, and you were unshaken, “I live with him.”

“Ah. Right,” you turned from him, slowly stalking cautiously back to your machine next to his. You yourself were in spandex short shorts (underwear not included) and a sports bra. You weren’t any better off, and you knew it.

If he considered it, you were honestly his type. Why not try and woo you for a single night? He was tipsy, had nothing to lose, and an easy getaway. He approached you, his fingers drumming against his thigh while the other one scratched his head, “How much longer does your machine have?”

“I-Um,” you leaned your body past him, then back, “Fifty minutes, a little more maybe,” your voice raised worriedly as he leaned down to your level. You didn’t have your glasses on because it was such a lazy day, so you hadn’t really processed yet just how angled his jaw was. How sharp his eyes were, the thick purple hair that looked too rough and tumbled for comfort.

“I have a much, much better way to spend fifty minutes than on our phones,” your eyes widened. Was he- he was! You cheeks burst into a blush, but your pride wouldn’t let you look away.

“And what makes you think I’d spend my precious laundromat time with…?” You motioned him up and down suggestively, and he chuckled deeply. Your smile was addictive.

“Kuro.”

“-with you, Kuro?” You licked your teeth in a calculated fashion, and he shifted in place pointely.

“Because,” he tipped his head to the side, “You’re a bright person, and bright people know what they want,” he offered you his hand, and you couldn’t resist a small smile as you took it.

“Correct answer, Kuro,” you allowed him to lead you out of the laundromat and to a small motel. To say the least, your clothes were seriously unneeded and forgotten that day.

Kendo Rappa:

Mmm. Fresh clothes, the smell of laundry detergent, and the hot bods clad in underwear in the raging warmth of summer trying to look dignified as their clothes are washing. This was where Kendo was, albeit a little beat up, in his white boxers with red gun emojis. Not his proudest moment, but the machine at the Yakuza compound was being used by a certain someone who had just kicked his ass.

He was intending to make this a boring, quick trip, but that’s when he realized something as he started the machine - someone had been whistling, and they stopped. Instead, there was low whistle was that getting closer. He perked up slowly and looked down to see you with a slightly confused smirk leaning against his machine.

“Yo. I noticed that we both seem to be in our bares, but you had blood on your clothes you put in. The fuck?” Your casual tone forced a laugh out of his chest, and he pushed his long hair back with both hands.

“Got in a fight. Brutal.”

“You a hero?” You cocked an eyebrow, and he shook his head.

“Just a normal person with some rowdy friends,” He couldn’t contain the smile on his face. This was just hilarious to him. You pushed off the machine, plopping back onto the bench. The man joined you, “I’m Kendo, by the way.”

“(L/N),” You offered him a hand to shake, puzzled by his friendly nature. His grip was strong, and you pulled back with a wince, “Got a set of muscles on you. You sure you’re not a hero, Kendo?”

“I’m sure, (L/N). How do you know it’s not my quirk?” He shot back with a cheshire grin, and your smile fell. He had you there. You sighed, rolling your eyes and leaning back into the bench. The warm summer sun alit your neck, making it warmer than the rest of your already sweating body.

“Ah, nice catch. I think I’m going to listen to music, Kendo with bloody clothes,” You lethargically pulled your earbuds out and stuck them in, but your eyes seemed to trail back to this boy every time you thought you had forgotten he was on his phone next to you, that dumb cute smile on his face drawing you in.

You really, really hoped you saw him here again.

[seashanties-and-tales-blog]

I'm so in love Eight Precepts of Death!! So, for a start, may I ask SFW headcanons with Chisaki, Chrono, Setsuno, Rappa, Nemoto (maybe?) and fem s/o?

You’re not the only one, I assure you. So shook by chapter 159, I cannot wait to see what happens next. Also kind of scared but I won’t say anything on that.

Chisaki:

◾️ Not good at telling you that he loves/cares about you but he’s good at showing it.

◾️ In fact, maybe a little too good. People get hurt when they disrespect you. The kind of hurt that 99% of them never come back from.

◾️ Buys you a lot of things. Sometimes he makes his underlings buy things for him to give to you if he has no clue what you’d like, so you’ll end up with random presents sometimes. Eventually you catch on and can even tell what gifts are from who. Fashionable items from Chrono usually. Extremely random objects from Rappa. Lingerie from Rikiya. Sake from Deidoro.

“Overhole told me to get you somethin! He didn’t want you to know that though. Shit..” Rappa says as he hands you your present. 

◾️ Not into PDA. At all. You’re not going to get any kissing or embracing from him so long as others are looking. 

◾️ He asserts dominance and shows possession of you in other ways when in public. 

◾️ Although he doesn’t want you hurt, he isn’t afraid of getting you involved in his business. Even if that means using you to achieve a goal - he never lies to you though. 

◾️ Often brings you to meetings not only because you’re good arm candy but because a beautiful girl being there is usually good at convincing other men to do what he says. Relaxes the atmosphere. 

◾️ Also likes to show you off. Some villains are stupid enough to eye you the wrong way or hit on you though, and the dangerous aura that Overhaul gives off when this happens is scary.

◾️ You might not ever find a more passionate, observant lover than him. When the two of you are alone and he isn’t stressed about something, you get to see just how emotional he is about you. 

◾️ Always worries about your health or well-being. He just isn’t good at asking the questions ‘how are you?’ or ‘are you okay?’

Chrono: 

◾️ He’s the best when it comes to listening and having a conversation. Always pays attention to what you have to say, whether it’s a passing comment or a long-winded rant.

◾️ Isn’t afraid of telling you the truth about how he feels. If he thinks you’re being too brash, he’ll tell you. If he thinks that you need to stop and relax, he’ll tell you. 

◾️ Relaxed. Lenient. Flexible. Easy going. So long as he doesn’t have some important business planned, he’s going to take you anywhere that you ask. 

◾️ He has no problem dressing up if you want to go out somewhere fancy, and he also has no problem visiting a raunchy club. He carries himself admirably in all scenarios.

◾️ Likes to treat you like you’re a princess. Because of this, he doesn’t like getting you involved in his work. He’s not afraid of you knowing what he does, but he isn’t willing to let you be endangered. 

◾️ Staunchly protective of you. The other members of the precepts know about you, and some might make a stupid comment about your ‘nice ass’. Chrono isn’t okay with that. He’ll either instigate a fight or make a very clever, biting remark. 

◾️ Sometimes he’s private about himself with you. He doesn’t talk much about his personal life, especially not at first. This might make it seem like he doesn’t trust you.

◾️ A bit of a show-off with money. He’s going to buy you a lot of things.  He has multiple reasons for this, but eventually you might end up feeling like he’s giving you presents in order to make up for his lack of affection. 

◾️ Have a talk with him about this. Hopefully it will be good for your relationship.

Setsuno: 

◾️ He’s so fragile. It may not seem like it, but he is.

◾️ Unstable mentally, his insecurities get the better of him. He worries a lot for a while when you stay out late. Maybe you’ve left him, maybe you’re cheating on him.

◾️ He doesn’t get violent when he worries like this, doesn’t threaten you, but he does get emotional. Do your best to reassure him how much you love him, because he loves you too. A lot. He never thought he’d open his heart up to another girl again before he met you.

◾️ These faults aside, he is extremely caring. Although he typically has a dark sense of humor and nihilistic outlook on life, you have started to make him a better person. His life is better now that you’re in it. 

◾️ Treats you the same way he feels about you - with love. 

◾️ Wants to keep you a secret from the others as long as possible. When that is no longer an option, he just tells you to stay away. Not because he doesn’t trust you around other men, but because he doesn’t trust them around you. 

◾️ He’s okay with going out, though preferably only at night, but prefers date nights inside. Watching a movie or cooking something together or just watching the city from a balcony. 

◾️ He’ll open himself up to you the more close you are. Everything about his life and the issues he’s had during it, you’ll know. 

Rappa: 

◾️ He was probably the one to make the first move, since he’s pretty intimidating. However when it came to you, he was so love-struck it made him seem less like a rottweiler and more like a corgi. 

◾️ Really, he’s so absolutely devoted to you and crazy for you. To a point that is dangerous. Not toward you of course, since he’d never hurt you, but for everyone else. 

◾️ Acts brashly. Doesn’t think before he does. If he feels like you’re being disrespected or made uncomfortable, he’s going to want a fight. Knowing that his fights end with only one survivor (Which is always him) it’s up to you to stop it. You are the only one who can if Overhaul or some pro isn’t around. 

◾️ Carries you around on his shoulder or on one arm. He’s not afraid of you getting involved with his business since, in his eyes, nothing will hurt you so long as he’s alive. 

◾️ Has a variety of nicknames for you. Babe, baby, girl, woman, girlie, my lady, my chick, my girl, and so on. 

◾️ When you’re in public, you might scold him a few times for being too touchy with you. If you do, he learns quickly and is okay with simple hand-holding.

◾️ Surprisingly sweet though. Even if he’s the complete opposite in reality, you see a different side of him. If he come home with blood on his knuckles and shirt, you don’t ask questions because you already know what happened. 

◾️ Not a super good listener though and he’s not good at giving gifts. He doesn’t have many material possessions in general, so he doesn’t quite understand any of it. He’ll buy you flowers sometimes because he’s heard that’s what boyfriends are supposed to do. 

◾️ Does not react well to being tied down. Not necessarily in a marriage sense, but thinking that being with you means he can’t live his life the way he wants. It’s a bit selfish, but he had been tied down by his parents when he was younger. He wants to fight, wants to be a man free to do what he wants. If you try and get him to change that, it will be a long battle.

Nemoto: 

◾️ It was extremely hard to get him to open up to you. In fact he hid his quirk from you for a long time because he feared it would make you start to shy away.

◾️ But the fact that he was attracted to you was undeniable. No matter how hard he didn’t want to be, didn’t want to end up being left by you, he couldn’t get rid of the feelings. 

◾️ But you do find out about his quirk eventually, and when you don’t stop talking to him, he is so staggered. The fact that you’re not only interacting with him, but you seem to enjoy doing it… 

◾️ Extremely devoted to you and passionate about you. To a point that it’s a bit overwhelming. Nemoto would probably jump of a bridge of you politely asked him to. You are on the same level as Overhaul, if not higher.

◾️ Will never use his quirk on you unless it is in a situation that you lying to him is hurting you somehow. When he does this, it’s more of an instinctual reaction, and the moment he makes you tell the truth he’s appalled with himself. Scared that you’ll leave him. 

◾️ He’s kind of cocky when it comes to you. Will want you around the other Yakuza (So long as he’s with you) just so he can be proud of you in front of others. 

◾️ Will never actually get you involved in his work though. The moment he thinks something bad is going down, he’s sending you away. No matter how well you can handle yourself, it isn’t something that’s up for discussion. 

◾️ Takes you on surprisingly normal, cute dates. He’ll hold your hand and graze your skin with his fingertips, brush your hair behind your ear, joke around with you, and so on. He makes a lot of little gestures of affection.

[deusvervewrites]

In the Hero Overhaul AU, since Chisaki isn't in the Yakuza here, I imagine this is one of the timelines where O' Clock forms a Hero Team with former pit fighter Kendo Rappa and young up-and-coming heroine Mirko/Tiger Bunny.

Excellent

[ko-riacchi]

Masterlist

Created: 2021/03/16 Updated: 2022/06/26

All of my works are smut, so no special warning for that.

Bakugo Katsuki

Work Risks (Sex Quirk)

Your work as a hero has some... unexpected consequences.

Kaminari Denki

Wet Dreams (Somnophilia, Non-Con)

Kaminari wakes up in the middle of the night to find himself in a predicament. First, he just wants to quickly deal with it but then his mind (and hand) wanders...

Todoroki Shoto

Touches of Despair (Angst)

Shoto broke up with you. So why is he sitting next to you?

Shigaraki Tomura

Live Stream (Non-Con, Angst)

Tomura had caught you and brought you back to his base. You could have never imagined however, just what he had planned for you.

Dabi

Snatched (Non-Con, Netorare)

While out on patrol, you come across Dabi.  What you didn’t know however was, how carefully he had planned this encounter.

Hawks

Songbird  

Prompt:  He talks dirty to reader, and we find out that they moan VERY loudly

Togata Mirio

Gentle Touches (Fluff, First Time) 

Prompt:  sex for the first time, but the mood is ruined by their ticklishness

Rappa Kendo 

Good Luck Charm 

Prompt: “I’m going to fucking wreck you!”

[magpie-scribbles]

Let Them Hear: Rappa x F!Reader

A quick Rappa × Reader ficlet 100% lemon flavored!!

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His hand is over your mouth, two fingers shoved against your tongue, his body curling over yours, hips snapping against your ass.

"Shhhhhh sweetheart. You don't want them to hear you moaning like a whore do ya?" You drool around his thick fingers, almost wishing that you could let them know what you two were up to.

Your parents when they had come in to town for their yearly visit had not exactly been expecting to see you dating an 8'3 brickhouse of a man. And they hadn't been thrilled when they found out that he was a fighter (you hadn't mentioned the illegal part) even pulling you aside to "discuss" your choice in men.

You gurgled around his fingers trying to speak; slowly he withdraws them, his head nuzzles down against your own, nipping at your ear; his hips slow.

"What is it darlin'?" You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You press your temple against his letting out a soft moan before turning to bite at his jaw.

"Let them hear...I don't care." They were going to regret questioning your choice.

The growl he produces makes you tremble and you soak him further; he snaps his hips harshly and you let out a small gasp. Then you feel his hand again, but instead of his fingers going to your mouth they come up to curl around your throat.

"Oh darlin' you're gonna have to be a lot louder than that…"

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can I request a scenario of Overhaul pinning me to a wall 👀

And you can let your imagine run wild :>

You would expect to have some sorta of that cliche of game of "cat and mouse" with everyone around the base EXCEPT Overhaul.

The man had some huge OCD problems. No one without his knowledge could aproach him and God forbid if anyone brushed his shoulder against their own... Overhaul was a brute, cruel and a cold sociopath that had the inteligenve if used for good, could cure a lot of diseaces.

And yet... somehow you would always catch those amber eyes fixed on you. Every meeting, every time you walked and happen to meet him on the halls... Overhaul's gaze would always remain on you a bit longer than necessary.

After some time, you started to get used to his behaviour; seeing that if that was a treat, then you would be a poop of blood on the wall or floor by now. Rappa was much experience with that. You would simply smipe or give a simple wave if your mask was on... he never answered back with more than a simply nod or grunt.

Months passed and those mere encounters and gazes extemded to you being called to his office. It could be a simple lecture or just him scolding you lightly for dirtying a place that was clean... but you weren't oblivious. You just knew that this was some kind of messed up attitude of his to get you closer and talk to you more... Chrono helped you find that out so-

So you simply smirked underneath your mask as he spoke with that nonchantly tone of his, before faking innocence when he would look up from his stach of papers with one of his eyebrows up.

It happened at least once a day this. And being the tease you were, you just always stood there smilling at him without noticing how much it actually bothered him to no ends.

"Oi!" You looked down at the small encarnationofsatan Mimic as he pointed a finger at you then to the dorection of Overhaul's office "The boss want to see you again (Y/n), don't fuck up!"

"Ah, the usual." You snorted and made your way towards the room, feeling bold enough to enter without knocking.

"I see that in your way you lost your manners." You preffered to ignore the shivers that ran down your spine at hearing his deep voice and simpky close the door and push your mask down to smile at him.

"Well, I do get here quite constantly. So I have enough of intimacy." You giggled as he stopped writing to narrow his golden orbs at you.

"Only because you only seem to cause trouble for me and the hassaikai." He gritted his teeth as you arched an eyebrow with an amused smirk.

"Is that so?" You poked your bottom lip with your finger "Then why dont you treat me like Rappa so?"

"Your name is not Rappa Kendo." He sighed in annoyance, getting up from his chair while pinching the bridge of his nose "You know why I called you here in the first place?"

"As the others times no. I have no idea." You muttered as he slowly took off his hand from his face to glare daggers at you... you swore you only could blink before a gasp escaped your lips at feeling him shoving you on the wall as he towered over you, your wrist pinned over your head by one hand of his as uis other was in place of your waist.

You sluttered on false words while not getting to look away from him as he stared nonchantly down at you before what could be described as a chuckle left his masked lips.

"Finally have your smart mouth shut you brat?" His hot breath brished teasingly against your skin as your heart pounded in your chest.

"I-I- w-what are-are yo-you-?"

"You are such a pain." He growled lowly close to your face "Always acting like you dont know what you're doing to me... the way your laugh echos in the room where your attention is driven away from your superior... you think this is acceptable?" He lowered his head to growl the question close to your ear.

Your face could as well burn at that point as he looked down at you as some sorta of predator.

"I-I didn't do anything-!"

"Liar..." he growled as his grip on your wrist tughtened for just a bit as his eyes narrowed a bit more and some other emotion besides anger appeared on his eyes "Maybe I should teach you a lesson..."

[academia-girls]

Sinday Meme: If Ochako wants a big strong dude to wreck her, Kendo Rappa might be ideal.

"N-N-NO. I. BEYOND BEING A VILLAIN, HE'S... I-I COULDN'T IMAGINE BEING HELD DOWN BY SUCH... powerful arms and.... oh..." *..... drip....*

She's dripping a bit... down her thighs...

[imagines-mha]

Hey guys!

Since i’ve kinda been on a mini-hiatus cus i have christmas tests in school- i’ve had such horrible writer’s block n everytime i go to answer my requests i find myself in SUCH a confuddled situation cus i never have the motivation to answer thm

HOWEVER!!

My tests are all over (thankfuLLY) and some of my motivation is coming back sooo imma be coming back and writing again ^^

Although when i look at my ask box i’m still getting the same writer’s block and lit CANT write them

So i’m gonna delete all my asks i have in my askbox and open my requests again so i can start anew with them all n i rlly hope u all understand ^^

I love u guys sm stay safe and i’ll be posting more from now on 💖💖💖💖 enjoy today’s episode too our man Rappa’s finally gettin the rep he deserves 😤😤😤