#kendou rappa x reader

[stchisaki]

DAY XIX. — FACE-SITTING

cw: Face-Sitting, Teasing, Attempt at Humor, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: This is for a good friend of mine! I hope you guys enjoy. I think Rappa's very funny.

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

The door nearly slams off of its hinges, creaking and swaying haphazardly, before a large figure trudges in and closes it—albeit not gently at all. You would have nearly jumped out of your skin, but you’re used to this by now. An aggravated sigh rings around the room before the lumbering figure starts stalking closer. You swivel around on your office chair, hands steepled and brows raised. 

“Everything okay, Kendou?” 

Another sigh of frustration. 

“No. Of course not.” 

Kendou’s answer is curt, and it translates into his movements. He’s quick to tear his mask off and toss it towards a bedside table, and his gloves are clicking and following immediately after. You rise out of your seat carefully, sure not to make too much noise because Kendou becomes a little mean and cold whenever he gets agitated and pissed off. You would tease him usually, but he seems unusually mad. Whenever he notices that you’re approaching him, Kendou’s shoulders sag a little and he meets you halfway. He exhales, but there’s no emotion behind it, and he clasps his hands. 

“Sorry. It’s nothing that you did. I was just tryna do what Overhaul said, but I got duped.” 

You tilt your head, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on Kendou’s forehead. 

“What happened?” 

Finally, Kendou sweeps his hands out in a grand gesture before he flings his body backwards, groaning the entire way down. His back connects to the bed that oh-so thankfully happened to be behind him, and the springs scream out in protest before his body bounces heavily a few times. He’s like jelly, and the sight of it makes your eyes bulge out of your head. Your mouth is open, ready to question him until— 

“It’s that damn new Overhaul’s girl. Everybody thinks she’s Quirkless, but I know the truth! It’s unbelievable the things I’ve seen.” 

Oh, this again. Kendou has ranted about Overhaul’s new sweet thing multiple times now. You’ve not had the pleasure to meet her personally, but you’re not really sure you want to. Apparently she’s managed to convince everyone pretty well… or perhaps Kendou’s just hallucinating. 

“Yes, you’ve mentioned her quite a bit lately. What did she do this time?” 

A strange mix between a strangle laugh and a choked sob reverberates in the back of his throat before he wails his answer out boisterously. 

“Those three blond boys again! She keeps summoning them! And she’s using them to slip past me to escape. The bathtub. The bathtub!” 

You blink. 

“Right, yeah. How could I forget the bathtub?” 

You shift your eyes because you’re not sure what response to supply, but Kendou just emits another strange sound and waves his hands around. 

“Forget the dame! I need some stress relief, babe.” 

Immediately you face him again. 

“Oh?” 

Kendou’s hands flop back down. 

“Yeah. Sit on my face right now.” 

The way Kendou doesn’t ask lets you know that he’s serious, so you don’t even attempt to refute him. He’s impatient, so you’re not even going to have a chance to hop in the shower or anything, so you just wince slightly before you start to peel your clothes off. Kendou tilts his head up a little so that he can watch, and you make sure to wipe the wince off and give him a coy little smile before you teasingly remove your top. Your bra easily catches along, and both articles of clothing are on the floor before your thumbs hook underneath the band of your bottoms and you start to sashay your hips while you lower them down your thighs. They fall the rest of the way to your ankles, but you don’t stop twirling your hips the entire way. Your hands are trailing up your belly whenever you casually step out of your bottoms and stalk towards him. 

Kendou’s already hard—you can see his erection straining against his baggy jeans the closer you approach. Seeing his cock already pulsing to life has electricity tingling underneath your nerves, so you pick up the pace. Your hands are on Kendou’s knees before you tap your fingertips against their curves, and then you start to fondle up his thighs while you crawl up and over him. Kendou loosely lets his hands splay across you, feeling and caressing whatever flesh he can while you cross him. It makes you bite your lip, one incisor poking out and the other rubbing against your mouth. His calloused hands feel terrific on you, the way they hiss, the way they feel so heavy and real against you, the way he grabs you. Kendou’s got your blood boiling, and your coy smile turns a little predatory. You chuckle. 

“You’re so eager, big boy. Have you been thinking about this?” 

Kendou grunts.

“All damn day. I hate being assigned to her. You’re an angel compared to that.” 

His comment sends more thunderstorms crackling down your body, and you moan quietly before you start to shimmy up. You straighten, attempting to fluidly lock your legs around his shoulders and neck without looking awkward. Kendou watches you, those golden hues on his face brilliant and shining. You can see emotions brimming to life in those pools of honey, and you can’t help the heat that blooms in your heart and blossoms out to your groin. Another moan, and your palms are sensually rolling down your breasts, thumbs flicking pert jewels, and then down your abdomen before they reach Kendou’s jawline. He leans into your touch, chest heaving and breath speeding, and your smile returns to its kindness whenever you coo and start to cradle his face. 

“I’ve been daydreaming about having you all day, too, Kendou. Can’t believe we both get what we want.” 

You wink, and Kendou releases a genuine chuckle and he smiles. He looks so handsome, broad and chiseled, whenever he does, and you flutter. Your cunt clenches, and you can already feel glaze smearing along your cunt’s lips. 

“Like a dream come true, doll. Now c’mon, I hate waiting.” 

Impatient like always, but you don’t mind indulging him after such a rough and arduous day. Your toes curl in delight, so you lift up on your knees and slowly ease your way down onto the lower half of Kendou’s face. He soon disappears, lidded eyes open and glossy with excitement. Kendou’s gaze never leaves yours, and the intimacy has you gasping—especially whenever he kisses your cunt. He fondles your lips, pulling and tugging, letting his tongue slip out of his mouth to swipe a few loose licks. Gasps keep slipping out of you, so you bite the inner wall of your bottom lips and groan into sealed teeth. 

He’s fluid like always, kissing you in ways that you would have never thought possible until you met him. That eager tongue doesn’t waste any time cleaning you before his mouth shifts, catching your now throbbing clit into his maw. It’s too much, and you cry out. Both of your eyes squint in ecstasy, but you don’t miss the mirth and twinkle that sparks alive in Kendou’s gaze. You moan.

“Kendou, don’t you mess with me or I’ll—” 

He slurps, cutting you off, and you soon regret your words—

After all, he’s quite the hungry man. 

[seiyasabi]

Disgusting

(This is a Soft Yandere Rappa x Reader story, which was requested! I’m sorry that the last story was so dark lmao, this one will be somewhat lighthearted??? Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this fic :))

TW: foul language, reader is lowkey blind to Rappa’s obsession, kinda sad ngl, Chisaki is a huge asshole (as usual), feelings of low self esteem, etc..)

“I will say this only one more time; I will not fight you. I refuse to touch something as repulsive as you! I’d honestly be surprised if anyone would willingly touch you, you disgusting cretin.” Rappa frowned under his plague mask. It was normal for Overhaul to insult him, but today, his words actually kind of hurt. 

To be completely honest, today just wasn’t his day. He awoke with a killer hangover and you weren’t there to give him a good morning kiss. The brown haired man practically tore the apartment apart in an effort to find you, only to look at his phone and see a text from you. Your office called you in early. After his panic faded, he realised he was late for a villain meeting. So, he ran to the hideout, only to hear that the event was cancelled. Kendou then tried to go home, only to be told he needed to stay. So, he sat around for five hours doing nothing. His clothes were sweat stained and he was hungry, but he tried to see the brightside. Maybe today, Overhaul would fight him! 

As usual, he was wrong. All the stoic man did was belittle him. 

Kendou knew that he looked like a mess, he knew that he was weak compared to Overhaul, but it didn’t make him feel any better to have it rubbed in his face. 

Without saying a word, the hulking man turned, and walked towards the exit. He could hear Chisaki spluttering in disbelief at his lack of response, but he couldn’t care less. All he wanted to do was go home, lay in your comforting arms, and hear your sweet words of encouragement. 

-

When the normally boisterous man came in without a loud (and somewhat flirty) greeting, you knew something was wrong. The man you were dating has NEVER been this quiet, and you’ve dated him for a little over two years. 

You peeked your head around the living room wall, only to be met with the slouched form of your large boyfriend. 

“Kendou, what’s wrong? Did something happen-?” You were brought into a tight hug, head just barely resting on his broad chest. Without missing a beat, you wrapped your smaller arms around him.

The two of you embraced one another in silence, just basking in each other's presence. It didn’t take long for your boyfriend to discard his mask and chuck it on the empty couch. Hot tears landed on your head, jarring you out of your content state. Looking up, you could see streams of tears dropping from his bang covered eyes. You reach a hand up to lightly brush away his tears, a somber look on your pretty face. 

“Ken, what happened? Are you hurt?” One of his hands released your waist, only to intertwine your fingers. 

“I-I dunno know what’s wrong with me. Overhaul and I were having our usual argument, but somethin he said really set me off. He probably thinks I’m a pussy now-” You shush him and run a hand through his messy hair soothingly. 

“It’s okay, Ken. Everyone has a bad day-”

“But I ain’t like this!” He started to outwardly sob, “Nobody makes me cry like a little bitch! I’m Kendou fucking Rappa! I should be pissed! I shoulda thrown a fist! But-but here I am, running home like a dog with its tail between its legs.” 

“Kendou, it’s okay to be hurt by what people say. You don’t have to pretend things are fine, because things aren’t always puppies and rainbows. As long as you know your worth and stay true to who you are, their words mean nothing.” After you finish talking, he buries his head into the side of your neck. Hot tears and breath coated your flesh, making gooseflesh appear on your skin. 

“Please, tell me you love me. Tell me I’m not disgusting. Tell me you’ll stay. I’ll die if ya ever leave me-” You silence him with a kiss. 

“Of course I love you! If I didn’t love you, then why would I still be here? If I found you vile, I would have left long ago. I plan to stay as long as you’d want me-” Rappa hoisted you in the air and brought the both of you to the long couch. He plopped down first, before settling you on his lap. Large hands cup your face, as he covers your face with kisses. 

“As long as I’d want you?! (Y/n), if I could, I’d keep ya with me foreva. I’d neva let ya leave the house and I’d just hold ya until the end of time. You’re so precious to me, sugar tits.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his awful nickname for you. 

“Ken, what the hell kind of nickname is that? Most boyfriends call their girlfriend something cute, like sweetie, cutie, lovely-” One of his large fingers booped you on the nose. 

“I ain’t like those otha boys, and ya know that. Plus, my name for ya is endearing! How else will everyone know that you’re sweet and ya got a nice set of twins?” You swatted him on the chest with a giggle, he’s so ridiculous. 

“Are you feeling better now?” He nodded, making you grin in relief, “If you ever feel like this again, don’t hesitate to find me, okay? I don’t want you to bottle this up! You’re my favourite person on Earth and I want you to remember that.” The two of you held each other for a long time. You stayed like that until deep in the night, snuggling one another. 

Your eyes started to close, as sleep started to overtake you. Kendou’s heartbeat was calming to listen to when you laid your head against his chest. 

“I’ll never let ya go, baby. You’re far too sweet to let go, so I gotta protect ya from them bad guys on the streets.” Your boyfriend rubbed soothing circles on your spine, bringing you to unconsciousness. 

Rappa makes you feel safe. He wouldn’t ever do anything against your will, would he?

[magpie-scribbles]

Sweet Relief

For the spicy BNHA Server Collab!

!!!WARNING!!! This contains piss kink! do not read this if you are not into that sort of thing! !!WARNING!!

Pairing: Rappa x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, piss kink, mention of PDA, dirty talk 

Honestly...he shouldn't have had that last pint, but hell you dared him to drink it in ten seconds flat and he was never one to not accept a challenge. You hadn't even offered him anything in return if he had done it but fuck, sometimes he liked to peacock...well more than sometimes...Either way he had shown you, though he doubted you actually doubted him. But now he was more than a bit tipsy and more than a little bit horny, especially after the way you had wiggled your hips at him as you crawled into the cab...it didn't help that you had also placed your hand on his thigh, fingers kneading him teasingly the whole ride back to your shared apartment.

 And now you're pulling him out of the cramped car and fixing him with bedroom eyes…

You tug your massive boyfriend up the stairs to your abode, desperate to get him alone, not that you wouldn't let him take you right then and there. You both definitely liked to make a scene every so often...but tonight you wanted him all to yourself, you were tipsy and felt absolutely primal. 

Barely able to get the key into the lock as Rappa cages you in from behind, you would have laughed if you weren't so horny. Because of his height you could feel the press of his hardening cock between your shoulder blades, his thick fingers brushing against the back of your neck. God, he could crush you if he wanted to…

Finally you manage to get the door open, having no time to ground yourself before the brick house of a man behind you is shoving you to the floor of the entryway and pouncing on you. You hear a well placed boot to the door and a slam, and then he's dropping to his knees behind you, lifting your ass up so he can rut drunkenly against you.

"You're such a fuckin' tease, fuck." He grunts and humps against you, you can feel the heat radiating from him and it makes your head spin.

"You make me that way." You whine, turning to look at him. 

Once again he catches you off guard; snarling he lashes out, mindful of his own strength, pushing your face against the floor, one cheek pressed against the cool tile, the other smooshed against his palm.

"I think ya need to be punished yeah? For bein' such a brat." He pulls your hips higher and grinds himself harder against you.

"Is it punishment if I like it?" You say smartly and you hear his deep rumbling laugh...and that should not make you as wet as it does…

"Fuck you're a feral lil' thing aren't ya?" His hand moves and then...you feel his hands gripping the back of your blouse and...riiippppp.

"Kendou!" You feel the fabric around your upper body go lax, you don't have any time to react further when you feel him grip your leggings as well…"My favorite leggings!" You cry as he rips them as well...you wonder if they're anything more than tissue paper to him.

"I'll buy you a new pair sweetheart...fuck I'll buy you three, but right now these are in the way." He's tugging the remains down your legs, mercifully NOT ruining your panties as he removes them too (you knew they were his favorite). 

He removes your blouse as well, also sparing your matching bra from his wrath. Balling up the ruined clothing he throws it down the hallway and presses into you again, your now bare body against his fully clothed one.

"No fair, Kendou, you have everything on stilllll." You whine, pushing your now bare ass back against his dick.

"Well I said I was gonna punish you, so you can wait a little bit darlin’ " he rumbles as he ruts against you. 

Rappa looks down at you, watching you writhe and beg for him...fuck. Running his hand down your spine he marvels at the way you tremble at his touch. 

He palms himself through his jeans, desperate for some relief...but fuck...he really shouldn't have had that last beer. Even in his lust-addled brain he could feel it, he had to piss like a goddamn racehorse; he pushes the sensation to the back of his mind.

“Look at you.” he groans, one hand on your hip, the other reaching to tease your clit. “Fuck you’re already sopping, ya like me pushing you around? Taking ya here on the ground like an animal? Fuck doll, imma make sure ya got bruises on your knees by the end of this.” 

You feel like you're going to lose it, his words, his touch, you need him so bad, everything he has to offer you need it, your blood sings for it. 

“Rappa...Kendou, please, please…” you whimper, glancing back at him, nearly melting then and there. He’s a sight, disheveled but so incredibly powerful, cock pressing against the confines of his jeans, biceps taught as he grips your hip and teases your pussy. You feel more slick run down your thighs.

“Fuck you’re so goddamn good.” he husks, reaching for his belt, desperate for relief, the article was also not helping his other need for relief either. So off it comes.

You hear the clinking of the metal and then feel the cool kiss of it against your backside, you mewl and Rappa chuckles.

“Later.” he promises and you swoon.

You hear the scratch of the zipper teeth as he unzips his pants and then...you moan when you feel his hard cock slap against your ass, the heat and weight of it heavenly.

“Still can’t fucking believe you take me so well.” he groans giving and experimental thrust against your ass, his finger at your clit dipping between you lips to collect more of your juices to swirl around your swollen pussy, continuing to be an awful tease.

“Please…” you whine softly, almost delirious from the need for him, you’ll take anything he’s willing to give...you just need.

His finger presses against your entrance, prodding.

“Since ya asked so sweetly darlin’ ” and then, bless him, he thrusts the digit in all the way to the last knuckle and you howl. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.” he hisses and twists his wrist, already setting up a brutal pace as his finger pistons in and out of you. 

He lines his cock up between you plush ass cheeks and begins to rut against you, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks you with his fingers.

You nearly sob when he adds another finger, stretching you even further; in the back of your mind you wonder how he even manages to fit his cock inside you when you're already so full on just two of his thick fingers. Honestly it doesn’t even matter, you praise whatever Deity brought you this beast of a man.

Rappa groans and presses closer, his cock leaking, making the slide of his thrusting easier, shit he needs this so bad, his mind is a haze, he needs this. But the horrible little sensation of another relief keeps pressing at him, making it impossible to completely focus on his own pleasure and fucking you silly; once again he pushes the need to the back of his head as he continues to finger fuck you.

“Kendou...Kendou I need you dick, please I want it…” you whine, pressing back into his finger and his thrusting cock.

“Nah you’re gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl first.” you can practically hear the cruel smile in his voice. “Ya teased earlier, so now you’re paying the prices…’sides I know you can cum from just my fingers, needy little thing.”

Fuck he knows you so well and it’s not fair, your know you can cum from this, but you are a greedy creature and you want more, more, more.

“You’re such a needy little thing...I fucking love it.” he groans, gripping you hip tighter and pressing impossibly close. “Wanna paint ya with my cum.”

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” you chat, as you twist your hips down against his fingers, you’re so close, so so close.

He chuckles but realizes his need to relieve himself has definitely taken front and center, it didn’t matter how close he was to cumming all over your back, his need to piss was greater.

“Don’t think I can darlin’, I’m gonna make you howl, then imma take a piss and then I come back to fuck you nice a good like you deserve.” 

“Do it.” you whine softly.

He pauses in his actions, cocking his head.

“Do what?” he questions.

“...Relieve yourself.” you face is so incredibly red, but the idea, hell, the idea shouldn’t make you this hot and bothered.

“Not gonna leave without you cumming on my fingers.” he doesn’t get it… you feel your face heat up further.

“No...here...do it here.” you’re so fucking embarrassed but you want it so bad.

“I-What?” for the first time in a long time you hear Rappa falter and fuck if that doesn’t do things to you.

“Piss on me, mark me, PLEASE.” you are begging at this point, already so debauched in your need that you don’t care at this point.

There is a long pause of silence and you begin to wonder if you’ve actually pushed Rappa too far...and then.

“Fuuuuuck darlin’ you filthy little minx.” and his fingers are pumping in and out of you with renewed vigor, he even adds a third to your needy hole. “You want me to just fucking ruin ya don’t ya?”

“Yyeessssss.” you mewl, so close to the edge, you can feel it tingling in your spine.

“Shit, I love ya, I fuckin’ love ya.” he trusts his cock against you harder and then he shifts, tapping his cock against the cleft of your ass before rising up a little bit. “Gonna ruin ya for anyone else, gonna mark you just like ya want.” 

“Yesyesyesyes!” you're delirious with need. 

And then you hear him groan and the sensation of warm liquid splashing and trickling down your spine greets you. 

You cum then and there, stars behind your eyelids, a silent scream upon your lips as Rappa relieves himself along your back. 

“Holy shit.” he breathes as you clamp down on his fingers. “Holy fuckin’ shit.” if he wasn’t pissing he’d definitely be cumming.

You hadn’t expected the intensity of your orgasm, and as you slowly come down from your high and you feel the last of Rappa’s piss trickle down your back and pool on the floor, you shiver, absolutely wrecked.  

“Stay right there babydoll, I got ya.” his still hard cock slaps against your ass as his arm comes around you to keep you from collapsing into the mess below you. Not that it would matter it was already all over your back but you can’t help but feel impossibly warm and soft from his care. 

You sigh as he removes his finger from you and carefully brings you to sit up on your knees, gently nosing at your temple as he kisses your cheekbone.

“You’re perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.” he whispers against your skin and you melt into his strong arms. “Imma, take good care a ya; take you to the shower, get ya cleaned up, take care of this mess and then…” he bites at the shell of your ear and you shiver. “ Imma take you to the bedroom and mark ya up again.”

The heat that pools in your belly is instantaneous.

[quirkfics]

Rappa and constant noise please? (Ah I’m so happy I literally set a reminder so I wouldn’t miss this, your one of my favorite writer ever! Warm wishes!!)

The thing about constant noise is that sometimes it does get drowned out. There are days where you’re concentrating, when you’re moving fast or just zoning out when you think - this might be it.The static, the constant drone of sound in the back of your head seems to fade. Part of you have always wondered whether it was because your soulmate was close, if you were getting a taste of their presence. But then the static would roar back to the forefront of your mind. 

When you first meet Rappa, when his shoulders are heaving from the force of his breath and his hair is a tangled, sweaty mess, you barely notice that the noise is gone. After all, you just watched him knock multiple people yards away. His shoulders tense, and he turns to you, eyes wide- and then you realize that the droning is gone. 

“What a night,” he shouts, stretching his arms over his head before he turns your way. “A riveting fight and then my soulmate? What more could I ask for?”

[thotsforvillainrights]

I'm definitely happy to see Nemoto and Rappa no please

Can I get Rappa smut because I'm starving

(Made it home for just a second and guess who has to leave AGAIN tonight?! Anyway anon, I’m hoping this is enough to feed you since we all need some Rappa tonight. I know this for a fact! Speaking of starved, I think I got something that correlates to the title of this...)

~Dinner Time~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

“What the hell is that? Where’s the food?” He grumbles in confusion as nothing sits upon the dinner table except a lone can of whip cream, a small bowl of cherries, and chocolate syrup (or whatever flavor you dig, depending on reader). “What’s the big ideal? This some sort of joke, Y/N?” Earlier when you called him into the room to get dinner he’d assumed you made something along the lines of a good roast or maybe those burgers he loves so much. Imagine his surprise when he came into the kitchen to see this. He was so baffled by it all that he didn’t even take a second to observe your expression as your leaned against the fridge...

-In nothing but a robe.

-”Y/N? We having snacks tonight or somethin? Ice cream?” You lost your composure for a second and laughed before decided to help him figure it out. “No. I called you in here for dinner time so you could eat.” He still wasn’t getting it, but at least his eyes were glued to your form as you slowly walked over to the table. “Where’s the meal?” He asked shortly. “Right here.” You reply, dropping the robe and showing off your special little outfit you’d purchased from a high end store last weekend. “Cheesy shit...” He mumbled a weak insult at your attempt to seduce him. “Doesn’t seem like you believe your own words byt the way your cock looks right about now.” You quipped back at him, pointing to the obvious tent in his pants. He changes the subject. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what the hell is this all for? You want me to feed you or something?” You roll your eyes and lay yourself across the table, spraying the whip cream first somewhere easy like your upper thighs. “Come lick it off.” He smirked devilishly at that. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

-He began gently with you. It was out of character for him since usually he approached you in bed with everything all at once. This time around he was careful with you, grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge of the table before kneeling down and putting them over his shoulders. He slowly dotted your thighs with the tip of his tongue as he tried to get a taste for the whipped cream to get started. Once he figured it was a good flavor, he pressed the flat of his tongue against your skin and lapped up every bit of the cream as though he was a man starved. “Tastes good. Add more.” He demanded. If you took too long then he’s nip at your sensitive skin as a warning. 

-The longer this foreplay drawn out, the more into it he was becoming. What started with a small dribble of whip cream on your legs ended with him covering you in the sweets. Cream along your thighs and tummy, the middle of your chest and nipples as well. Then cherries doting the nipples and belly button. He’s taken to drizzling the syrup in your most intimate spaces below. Kendo took his time licking up every single bit, spending extra time to tease your nipples until you were sore and begging him to move on. Once he saw fit, he ate the cherries present and worked his way down to his favorite spot on your body. He usually rushed but tonight he was taking his time with you despite being painfully hard himself. He took care of you, squeezing every single gasp, groan, and moan out of you that he could. He pinched at your sides, signaling you to cum in his mouth for him and your certainly didn’t complain.

-By the time it was over with, you were much stickier than you intended to be. “I’m gonna hit the shower real quick.” You told him as you finished cleaning the mess from the kitchen table. “What about me?” He complained, pointing down at his still apparent boner begging to be set free from its fabric confines. You smirked at him and kissed the tip on his nose. “I didn’t say I wanted the shower to be alone, did I?”

[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

[glassartpeasants]

Highschool crushes

Part 2|Part 3

I'm on fire with this shit

[plush-rabbit]

Blossoming Love

Pairing: Rappa x Reader

Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con

Word Count: 4.2K

A/N: Discord request! I hope you like it! 

The bell chimes a lovely tune, a sharp ring that calls for your attention and you straighten your back from where you were tending your flowers, grabbing the watering can and walking over to the door ready to greet the customer.

“Hi, welcome!” You say before you have a chance to analyze the tall man who had just entered the shop. He stands tall and imposing, large hands scraped with old scars that tie and pull taut at the skin. You reach his eyes and give him a soft smile. “What can I help you with?”

He’s silent for a moment and the sweet air turns bitter as you wait for him to speak. Your smile twitches, faltering for a second as he stares at you, eyes blinking and lips curving into a smile. “I’m looking for a plant,” he says, and the response lingers before you chuckle softly.

“Well then you came to the right place.” You hold your hand out to him and put on a sweet voice. “My name is-”

“I know.” Your eyes widen and he’s quick to adjust the situation. A thick digit points to his chest and the smile turns playful. “Your name tag.” He says your name slowly, rolling it off his tongue as if trying to savor the way it sounds. He repeats it with confidence, and smiles proudly at you.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” you joke, chuckling as your hands press into the counter, hoping he’ll laugh at the attempt at a joke.

“I don’t think I’d mind saying your name,” he tells you with a cheeky smile, leaning across the counter, face coming close to meeting yours. He pulls away and holds his hand out towards you. “My name is Kendo.”

Your hand clasps around his and you fit small in his, a shiver running across your body, phantom goose bumps left in its wake and you nod slowly and meet his eyes. Your hand slips out of his and while doing so, his fingers curl and drag against your palm. “It’s nice to meet you Kendo.” His smile is bright and it makes you chuckle softly, taking a step closer to him, the watering can sloshing gently. “Do you want me to show you the flowers we have in stock? Unless you’re here for something else? We also-”

“Flowers,” he blurts out. He clears his throat and pats his chest. “The flowers would be a good start.” You nod and motion him to follow you as you take him along the shop.

He’s cute. Tall, broad shoulders, and long hair that falls and frames his face. He’s cute and his attention makes you flustered. He looks so attentive as you talk, as you mention what the flowers mean while your fingertips graze over the silky petals, watering can in hand a soft swishing noise coming from it and you walk around the brightly lit shop, making your way towards the register, pulling the elephant themed watering can in front you, holding it tight in your hands as you smile up at the tall man.

“So, will you be purchasing something today?” Your fingers curl tighter around the handle. He continues to stare at you, his head cocking to the side, and he remains silent. Your eyes widen and a strained smile takes over as opposed to the soft, flustered one that had decorated your features. You clear your throat and side step, taking small careful steps until you’re behind the counter, the watering can placed on top of the counter, your fingers dancing over the emergency button button that hides underneath. “Um,” your voice cracks and you give out a weak cough, “sir?”

“There’s a lot of options,” he mumbles in a gentle voice, his hand coming up to tug on the ends of his hair.

Your hand flutters away from the button and your eyes soften. “Yeah- Yes, there is. I-” his head straightens and he smiles at you and your composure is lost- “I get it. There are a lot of options and it can be rather- er, overwhelming so choose one.”

“Yeah!” His voice booms and you flinch away from the sudden noise. “Ah, sorry!” He puts his hands up in mock defense and waves them lightly, a toothy grin wide and the apology doesn’t reach his expression. “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“Oh- it’s no problem at all. I just didn’t expect you to be so,” you bite at your bottom lip to find the proper words, “loud,” you chuckle softly, your index scratching at your jawline. “I know choosing a plant can be a lot of work- especially if you haven’t had one before so maybe you can try something easy?” You smile encouragingly at him, your hands resting above the counter, pushed towards him. “If you want that is.”

He leans towards you and you can smell the faint scent of musk mixed with amber. “I’d like that. What do you recommend?”

You perk up, matching his wide smile and you walk away from the counter and towards a small, colorful area, blue and purples mixed together with lush green leaves, soft reds and yellows, with pale green fleshy leaves. You hear him follow behind you, steps that sound as if he is trying to be quiet but failing to do so. You turn around and your apron sways, dirt caked in and colors faint against it, you smile widely and show off the plants at the table. “I’d recommend a succulent!” You clap your hands and smile sweetly at him.

He hums and takes a step. His body is close against yours, the smell of musk invading your senses and he stands large next to you- larger than most people you’ve seen and you wonder if it’s due to his quirk or if he's just that large.

He turns his head and you feel your face redden, your eyes struggling to meet his soft ones and soft pink flashes out and wets your lips.

“A succulent, huh?” A meaty digit traces the edge of a thick leaf. “Do you mind helping me choose the perfect one?”

You nod eagerly and tap your fingers against each pot, explaining the name and best way to care for them, the words, while well meaning and informative, fall to deaf ears and you fail to notice that the information isn’t being listened to, that the man who stands an inch behind you, watches you with hungry eyes and a reddening face. You walk as you talk, he’s hot behind your trail, following you eagerly, hands gripping tight at the pot, enough that faint cracks could appear any second, his pupils dilated and then he stops, a slight huff escaping past his lips as his abdomen hits at the counter which now separates you from him.

You continue to speak, unaware of the man whose entire body ridges when you smile at him,tapping at the register, fingers brushing along his when you take the succulent out of his hands to scan the code. His smile is sharp and eyes wide- his large stature and faint scars on his knuckles make him appear almost dangerous. But when he holds the too small succulent in his hands, purple and blue hues that mix into green, he appears softer, innocent like and you want to see him smile.

“So, can I have your number?” He’s quick to explain himself, giving you a smile as holding the little succulent gently in his hands. “Just in case I have any questions about raising the little guy.”

Your heart skips a beat and your face is lit aflame, burning hot as you process the words he just said. He is rather cute- large and handsome- there wouldn’t be much shame in sharing your number. You glance towards the front door and back to him and you nod, pulling out a notepad and scribbling your number on it, finished with a hastily scribbled drawn leaf.

He holds it in his hands, memorizing the numbers and nodding to himself as he slips it deep into his pocket. “I’ll make sure to call ya,” he says and he carries the succulent and leaves through the door, a chime once more filling the room and leaving you alone in the company of plants.

-

You two message frequently, the conversation quickly turning from plant related to your daily activities. The conversation remains pleasant and he never makes you feel uncomfortable, conversation never turning lewd. Kendo is nice to talk to. Sweet and a bit forward, telling you how he feels quickly and respecting your boundaries, never pushing you for another meeting, always keeping you and your feelings first. You like talking to him. Which is why when he invites you over, as a “check-up” for his plant, you agree.

You stand in front of his door, tugging down on your skirt, your sweater loose on your body, soft and pink, as you pull your puse close to your body. You knock gently on the door, your knuckles rapping softly on the wooden door. You lick your lips, tasting the faint strawberry chapstick.

You hear heavy footsteps walking towards you and a shadow flashes under the doorway. You swallow nervously and smooth over the soft cotton on your belly. He opens his door to you and welcomes you inside with a wide arm, stepping to the side to let you in.

“Hey Kendo,” you smile up at him.

“Hey,” he greets you cheerily and he pulls you into a hug. “I’m glad you could make it.” He walks further in his apartment; you follow close on his heels, grabbing the end of his shirt and he stops in his steps, turning to give you all his attention. “Are you okay?”

“I, uh,” you smile sheepishly at him, “I’m just nervous being over, I guess.”

A hand cups your face gently and you stare up at him, wide doe eyes and ears burning hot. “You don’t have to be.” A thumb strokes your cheek and he drops his hand, the heat lingering on your face. “Just stick close to me and I’ll keep you safe, okay?” You nod and your hand loosens his shirt. “You don’t have to let go if you don’t want to.” his eyes widen and he holds his hand out towards you. “You can hold my hand if you’d like.” You nod shyly and hold onto his hand.

“Thank you Kendo.” You step close to him and follow him through his apartment. “I uh, thanks for inviting me over.”

“Well I got some new flowers and I wanted to give them to you.”

“New flowers?” You raise a brow at him. “I don’t remember seeing you at the shop. You aren’t cheating on me, are you?” You joke, giving him a playful grin. Your hand squeezes his and you tilt your head. “I have to say, I’m a bit hurt,” you lilt.

He turns to you and pulls you close to him, your face close to bumping into his chest, your hand coming up to stop you from doing so, your palm curving around his chest, you pull away from him, tilting your head and giving him a quizzical look. “I’d never do that,” he says seriously, crouching down to look you in the eyes and you blink owlishly at him. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Your smile twitches and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. “I- Okay. I’m glad to hear that.”

He tugs on your hand. “Come on. The flowers are in my bedroom.”

-

You don’t know how you came to be under him, your sweater off and and lip against his, teeth clashing against his, his hands pawing at your body, groping at your chest and shuffling your skirt off. Ignoring your hands that try to stop his hands.

You’re small against him. He’s thick and bulky, your hands not able to wrap fully around his wrists. He’s heavy, pushing you down on his sheets, crumpling them in the process, breathing harshly against you, hands pushing down the waistband of your skirt. Kendo presses his groin against you, his lips kissing down and sucking softly on your neck. The pale blue vase that sits with an arrangement of baby’s breath, balsam, freesia and red carnations watch idly, petals perked and bright, leaves shining with fresh dew as you try to push Kendo off, your hands curving over his chest. His hands rub gently at your folds, your heart pumping harshly while tears prick your eyes.

He crawls away from you, hands sliding over your sides and pulling down your panties that are moist with your slick. They’re pulled off of you, stuffed into his pocket and your lips are puffy and red, body shaking slightly. You yelp and he grabs your ankle and slides you further down on his bed. “I’ll take care of you,” he mutters hotly on your skin. “Just sit back.”

"Ken- Kendo," you whimper, tugging on his hair as your legs dangle off the bed. "I- I don't think I'm ready." You try to scuttle away, heels pressing against the side of the mattress.

"'Course you are," his breath is hot against your skin, nose brushing against the inside of your thigh. "All you have to do is sit back and enjoy." His hands hold against your hips, coarse fingertips digging deep in your soft skin. "'Swear I'll take care of you." He kisses above your pubic bone, and he drags his lips down, warm breath fanning against your entrance, the tip of his nose against your clit. His tongue flutters against your entrance, the tip of it rimming around, gathering the sweet nectar that seeps from you.

"Kendo, really," you mutter, pushing his head away, your clit pulsing under his nose, "I think we should wait." Tears spring in your eyes and your throat closes, your hands fist on his hair. "Kendo, please."

You take in a sharp breathe when his thick tongue pushes inside of you, swirling and pushing against your plush walls, your hands curling and fisting his soft hair, tugging on it in a feeble attempt to push him off, your legs spreading and closing, a mental disagreement on what would show him that you don’t want this- you don’t want his tongue on you, you don’t want his hands to be so rough- you don’t want him. Not like this.

His hands squeeze at you, nails pulling against your skin and you let out a low whimper. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs. “That’s the last thing I want to do to you.” Your stomach drops and heart gets caught in your throat. His tongue swirls around your folds, lapping at the arousal that leaks past and stains his lips. “You don’t want me to hurt you either, right?” You shake your head and his teeth graze at your clit. “I can’t hear you.”

“No,” you say in a soft whisper. “No. I don’t want that.” Tears swell in your eyes and you suck in a sharp breath. “I don’t want it to hurt,” you whine, your hands softening their grip and coming to rest on your thighs where your nails dig deep into your skin.

He raises his head and his lower half shines with your slick. “It won’t.” His fingers slide against your slit and the tip of his index presses against your entrance the pleasure overriding the pain as you’re fondled. “I’ll make sure to take care of you.” He kisses your clit. “I’ll get your sweet pussy ready for my cock.” His finger pushes deeper inside of you and your back collapses on the bed, bottom lip bitten between your teeth, hands covering your mouth as tears slide down and wet your face.

His mouth kisses at your lower lips, his pink muscle tonguing at you, sliding between your folds and circling around your clit, moving the hot bundle of nerves around, his finger prodding around and feeling your gummy walls. Your walls move and shift around him, pulsating and leaking, wrapping tight around his finger and suckling him in. Soft clicking noises sound around the room, his tongue and mouth wrapped around the pearl that grows hard under his attention, shocks and sends pleasure throughout you, his mouth unrelenting and nursing around the bud.

His finger slips out, dragging down and his mouth covers it, cheeks hollowing as he tastes you. Your face flushes and heat blooms in your chest and rises to your cheeks. “You’re so sweet.” His mouth presses itself against your slit, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit, soft circular motions replacing his tongue and his tongue pushes itself inside of you. The hot, pink muscle flicks inside of you, scooping up your slick and sliding it to the back of his throat, spilling between his lips and coating him in a thin layer that slides down his chin and spills onto his shirt. The tongue is hot inside of you, reaching deep and spreading you wide and he laps at your juices like a parched man, his hands sliding underneath to cup your rear and push you closer against his face, nose pressed against your clit and his moans vibrate around you.

Your moans are muffled by your hands, your thighs indented with small crescents while you twitch around him, urging yourself to push down the heat that burns in your lower belly, the pressure that build send shivers through your body, your nipples perked in attention, straining against the bra that you wear. Your heels press against his shoulder blades, hands pressed tight against your mouth, suppressing the mewls that escape past your lips and the pressure builds. Your back arches as he adds two fingers. The meaty digits spreading your tight hole wide and  stinging sensation sharpens around your lower half. Your cunt contracts around him, tightening and your arousal acting as lubricant drenches him, the stinging feeling fading after a few scissoring motions, curling and spreading wide inside of you, watching with eager and attentive eyes as your hips twist and cunt flutters around him.

“Kendo,” you murmur, feeling your walls pulse around him, “please. It’s too much, I-”

He shushes you gently, his tongue feeling around your clit, and your ankles cross over him as a white-hot burning feeling starts to pulse through your body. You close your eyes, shutting them tight until blobs of shape and color fill your vision, your body going rigid, pleasure coursing through your body is harsh spasms while you twitch and pulse around his fingers.

You’re left feeling empty, your core spread and wide, leaking with slick that coats your inner thighs and your legs come undone, slipping past his shoulders and down to his arms to dangle over the bed, hands resting above your chest, holding tight on your chest, the straps of the bra twisted around your index fingers.  Your eyes remain close, the cool air hitting at your core and you press your thighs together, brows furrowing at the sticky feeling.

Metal clinks together and you let out a quiet sigh, a hand leaving your chest and to cover your abused cunt, protecting it from whatever is about to happen- from the inevitable feeling as his hands hook in between the tight space and pull your legs apart, small gossamer stings spreading apart as your cunt is exposed to his eyes.

“You’re such a good girl,” he coos, his body looming over yours, lips pressing delicately above yours, the tip of his tongue brushing over your teeth and the spot where you bit through, pink flesh that shines out and stings at the cold air but trembles at his warm touch. “Such a good, little girl who came for me.”

You feel something hard press against your thigh, it’s hot and leaves a wet trail that makes your leg twitch, muscle tighten and your hand is removed from your chest, bra unclipped, the soft lavender color leaving you naked and exposed, nipple pebbled in the cold air and his mouth drags down your chin and above your collarbone, leaving bright red appear in its wake as he marks you. His teeth graze over a nipple, electricity sparking and tears flood your eyes as his cockhead presses itself against you, bobbing and slipping past your folds and brimming past your entrance. He nurses on your chest, a large hand massaging at your naked breast while the other is encased in his mouth, cheeks hollowed and as he pushes further inside of you, his thickness stretching you wide and making you feel as if you’d split if he went any further, your hands come to wrap behind his head, urging him to keep his soft sucking in attempt to distract yourself from the pain while you cry his name, soft walls wrapping around him.

Dribble slips past and shines your breasts, raising above and blowing cool air above the wet nipple, moving his head to the side, inching himself further in you, spittle now shining on the other breast, nursing on you, his tongue swirling above your nipple, pushing the pert bud with his tongue.

You cry as he bottoms out, pushed inside of you, his hips meeting yours. You let out a sharp cry, tears slipping down that are kissed away gently, your cries muffled by Kendo’s lips, a faint salty taste on your tongue. He gives you no time to adjust yourself, moving quickly inside you, cock twitching in you, grunting above you, his hair cascading past his shoulders and pulling above to look at you, peppering kisses against your face.

You tear your gaze away from him and stare at the vase, watching the flowers that glisten and petals that decorate the window sill. He tears against your soft skin, spreading you wide, your tight, virgin hole. “Kendo, it hurts,” you mewl, covering your eyes with your hands, legs twitching and cunt weeping.

“You’re a virgin?” He asks, hissing above, stilling and nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. “I feel kinda special then,” he kisses your neck, “me being your first,” he kisses under your jawbone, “fuck, knowing I’m the first cock that’s been in this pretty pussy,” he presses his lips against yours, “stretching you wide and filling you up.” He thrusts inside of you, his shaft thick and hot, feeling around your velvety walls that pulse and squish around him, soft shucking noises that sound the room and leak around.

“Kendo,” you sob, cheeks flushed and chest shuddering with each cry, “it hurts.”

“It won’t in a while,” he brushes away a stray piece of hair, curling it behind your ear, “just focus on the good parts of it.” His soft hair flows around you, wrapping around your neck and it feels as if it tightens, suffocating you and trapping you under him.

He grunts your name, chanting it under his breath, clear and loud, lowering into a hoarse whisper said into your ears, his tongue flickering out and licking a stripe under your earlobe. His thrusts grow more feverish, pushing deep in you, hips stuttering and moans breaking your name apart. The heat pools in your stomach, raising and going against your tears, against your whimpering of pain and heart aching. Your body tense, constricting around his length, and pulling him in, and keeping him tight around you. The orgasm that washes over you is startling, making your body clench, ripples that wash over you and make you wail his name, Kendo muffling it with a kiss, his own hips pressed against yours and he bites your bottom lip, pulling on it and letting it go with a soft slip. Heat washes over, thick and creamy, that fills you and spills deep in you, his teeth coming down and clamping around the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You shudder and twitch, craning your neck away from him and goose bumps covering your body.

He pulls you into a messy kiss, tongue pushing past your lips and swirling over your tongue, cock pulling away with a hiss and soft click. You whine and shake your head, brows furrowing in pain and your limbs feel heavy, eyelids drooping and his softening cock rests against your thigh, warm seed spilling out and dripping down your folds.

He pulls away and holds your face delicately in his hands. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” He kisses the tip of your nose and his hands glide off your face. “We can take a shower in a bit.”

You lay on his bed, cold and warm, shuddering and wrapping your arms around your body, pulling yourself in a fetal position, tears blinked away and eyes shut. His footsteps fade and grow, a soft clink sounds far away and you whine when a thin blanket is put over your body. A gentle hand brushes your hair, twirling a strand and resting to back in its place. Lips press against your temple and you burrow yourself deeper into the mattress.

[theyakuzaswife]

Shie Hassaikai

and their overwatch mains

this was partially inspired by my buddy @elaineiswithyou and also the fact that ive been playing ALOT of overwatch lately. they plan to do some various characters as well soon, so if that’s something you would like to see, check into their blog every now and then.

Kai Chisaki - Moira

First of all, someone must have really sweet talked him to go anywhere near a game that wasn’t chess, let alone play long enough to have a main. Kai is the type of player who is a bit of a lore fanatic, and that in my opinion would be the main reason he sticks with the game. He’s invested in the story, and he’s a bit of a dick about it, fact checking people on their mains. “Oh you play Mercy? List all of her voice actors in order of language.” Lowkey a gatekeeper. He’s a support main mostly, but he can also play characters such as Hanzo, Sigma, and Symmetra fairly well. Never try and suggest he play Mercy by the way. Even if he’s a bit toxic however, he’s a great player and has invested time into learning his characters and their abilities very carefully.

Hari Kurono - Hanzo

Hari got into the game when he found out Kai was playing it, and the two began grouping together literally everytime they played after that. He mostly plays the game for fun, and is a lot less competitive than Kai. He’s also typically the voice of reason in a way if Kai begins to get irritated, and he almost never gets angry unless people are purposefully fucking him over. He’s a flex player, but he is incredible with Snipers surprisingly.

Joi Irinaka - Reinhardt

He had heard of the game but didn’t play many video games in general, it wasn’t really his thing. Kai and Hari managed to coax him into a match. They found out, to their surprise, that Joi was a fucking god at tanking without even being aware of it. Joi lost interest within the first couple of matches, until the other two brought the fact up that he was a natural tank player to him, and he decided to keep playing for their sake. He’s amazing at call outs, but can get very short tempered with people if they don’t listen. He mostly plays shield tanks, but really prefers to play Rein or Zarya.

Shin Nemoto - McCree

Another who followed suite after the first three. Shin mains McCree but also somehow is fairly good at Echo and yet dogshit at most other characters. He actually doesn’t like the game as much as you’d think, and just plays to try and impress Kai but dies every 20 seconds. Most of the time he ends up just getting kicked however when Kai finds out he’s only gotten 3 kills within 10 minutes of game time. Sorry babes, maybe next time.

Rikiya Katsukame - Bastion

There’s something off about Rikiya and his character. For some bewildering reason, he is bad at pretty much every character except omnics and other robotic characters. He sucks at most everyone, but somehow when it comes to others like Orisa, Bastion, and Zenyatta he is shockingly good. He doesn’t play the game that much, and also pretty much always stays with his mic muted, -assuming he ever had one- but if the others are loosing a lot and need the characters he plays, he’ll jump online.

Toya Setsuno - Genji

Toya is sort of the memester of the squad. He makes fun of Hari for maining Hanzo, and does stupid shit just to get laughs out of people. He’ll do stuff like emote on the cart, spam the meme voice likes like ‘you need healing’ until Kai yells at him. However, he is not a bad player. It’s not uncommon to see him getting POTG with his ults, or even without them. Kai let’s him stay around because of that no matter how annoying he is, and Toya takes advantage of that.

Yu Hojo - Zarya

Although he mains Zarya, Yu doesn’t especially specialize in anything, and can play most characters decently. He’s sort of a Jack of all trades. He’s very quiet in the vc, and most people think he has his mic muted until they hear a sigh every now and then when he dies or something goes wrong, or a chuckle when Toya is being a dumbass. He also plays Mei very well, and gets confused when the enemy team rips into him for playing ‘the ice demon’. Poor baby.

Soramitsu Tabe - Junkrat

Tabe is an... odd player. He’s a god at Junkrat, but can for some reason never play any other character good. He also is very... loud. Kind of. He, like Hojo, is someone people think is just muted, but if something goes wrong, he’s prone to screaming. He gets muted by a lot of his teammates for it, and when he scares someone from his loudness, it fucking kills Toya and he spends the next 5 minutes bawling about it.

Kendo Rappa - Roadhog

Toxic. Rappa is a shockingly good player, but he has a god awful attitude. He is prone to flaming people over the smallest mistakes, and it ISNT uncommon to see him leave if his team doesn’t win the first fight unless he is with the other members. If he stays though, get ready to get your ass ate out by this man who literally only plays road with 100+ hours, and refuses to switch. If he is with the others, they can sweet talk him into playing Doomfist, but besides that he’s road all the way. He also definitely plays on Xbox.

Hekiji Tengai - Mercy

Smart, overworked blonde plays smart overworked blonde. What more can I say. Despite being a Mercy main though, Tengai is good at just about every support, and ismore of a support main who mostly plays mercy because Kai wants him to. He’s also good at Brigitte especially. He tried to get into playing Winston once because his shield skill was similar to his quirk, but Kai always forces him to play support with him if they group together.

Deidoro Sakaki- Sombra

He only plays the game for one reason; her ‘I need a drink’ voice line.

Pops - Soldier: 76

This man has never touched anything more than a flip phone in his life and not even Kai can convince him to play the game. He did play the tutorial to get Kai to shut up though, so he’s basically a Soldier main.

[nonobadcat]

FEMDOM! SURGEON READER X RAPPA KENDOU - FINAL CHAPTER

Rating: Explicit - Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings: Medical trauma, cannon violence, tauting service femdom, explicit consensual sexual relationship, love bites, condom use, sexual tension in the shower, hand job

Chapter 5 Excerpt:

Rappa’s breath was escaping in small moans as you worked the soap into his skin. The bathroom was steaming hot but that wasn’t why his mind was in a haze. As your soft body grazed the muscles of his back, your hands rolled up and down his spine. Experienced fingers worked loose knots he didn’t even know he had.

“You should relax more. I don’t know if I can get these loose in one go around.” The edge of your teeth grazed the shell of his ear. “Then again, was that your plan? To get more than one go around?”

The prizefighter shook his head and groaned as you circled a particularly sore spot.

“Of course not.” You snickered. “My good boy would never be that crafty. You’re not the type to set traps.”

Rappa’s pulse was so strong you could feel it in his skin. His heart hammered through the back of his ribs, pounding against your chest. You felt like you could reach through his flesh and clutch it in your fingers until it exploded. The thought had you wiping your drooling mouth on your wrist.

As you scrubbed his oily scalp, you hummed an upbeat melody. Your nails scraped along the back of his ear, teasing at the junction just behind the lobe. When he shivered, you leaned forward to place a kiss at the meeting point of his neck and shoulders. You rinsed the suds from his head and ran a gentle conditioner, which smelled like something sweet, through his wavy locks.

All the while, Rappa couldn’t ignore the throbbing between his legs.

“Come on, Doc,” he mewled.. “You’re killing me here!”

“Oh?” you taunted, rubbing your skin into his. “Remind me who’s in charge here?"

“Fu~ck…” he groaned, leaning back into your soft body. His next words were a breathy stammer. “Y-you are!”

You smirked and pouted your lips. “Well then, why are you rushing me? I don’t want you to get hurt from all these tense muscles.” You licked the lobe of his ear, sending a spike of goosebumps down his neck. “Don’t you trust my judgment? I am a doctor after all.”

Read the rest at: Archive of Our Own

@inorganicone2230​ - This was too much fun to write. Thank you  for your encouragement.

[stchisaki]

Could I request letter yarrow or zinnia of the yandere flower thing for Rappa? Though he seems more like a 'babe' and not 'darling' type akdjfsk -

Also lily for Overhaul would be SO fitting if you're interested in one for him 👀 thank you!!

cw: Yandere Themes, Mentions / Allusions to Violence / Past Violence, Injury / Injury Imagery, Possessive Behavior, Isolation / Allusions to Isolation, Hinted Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader — Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!

author's note: This is my first request! I hope that you enjoy. It was fun attempting to write Rappa—I enjoyed it! I also did your request for Overhaul, but I will post that fic in a separate post. This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN—READ TAGS! I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Yarrow (Healing): "Let me heal your wounds, darling."

word count: Approximately 1k.

His stare burns into you.

Even though that floppy mask covers his face, drenches his eyes, it’s like they’re present, ever watching. You’ve always kind of felt like that everlasting gaze would just follow you everywhere you go. It would lurk in the backdrop, golden eyes a syrupy mess that was too thick to swim through. But they’re hidden, so you’ll never be able to see what emotions are dancing around before him. All you can do is bare yourself to him, arms outstretched and turned upside down. The flat of your forearms seem to glisten with sweat, with tears, and you have to curl your bottom lip in to bite down.

“What’d ya do to yourself, doll?”

You don’t want to answer him. The truth will get you in trouble, but a lie will get you even more in trouble. There’s not an option that sounds nice, and you swear you see his knuckles turn white. They squint, brighter and brighter, rich diamonds that offer zero security. You wonder how long it’ll take for those diamonds to encrust the wall, to stud strange patterns with each thrust.

He’s waiting for an answer, but his patience isn’t safe.

“I—I… I fell down the stairs.”

That wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the truth. No. What had happened was you managed to slip through the guards posted around this underground base. You had meticulously studied every little twist and all of the alcoves this place offered, tucked it away, and stewed on a plan to escape. Months, it had taken months, and you had finally concocted something that you believed would work. It would have. It would have, but that damn freak in the white lab coat had unlocked that hidden doorway to descend the stairs at the very same time you had begun to ascend. Panic had eaten you alive, electricity that had no ending, and you slipped. Crashing and falling, each right angle had cut into you in ways you’d never known before, rattling your bones, knocking your organs from the inside out. And you know he noticed you, but he hadn’t said a word at the time. But there’s an inkling inside of you that your tumble didn’t stay secret for long.

Kendou doesn’t like your answer.

His fists, clenched, begin to unfurl until they’re long tentacles, stretching, thick, and you’re afraid they’re going to wrap around your throat to snap your neck. He’s never truly hit you. He’s too chivalrous for that—but everyone has a threshold. Everyone has a specific amount of chemicals that can be tossed on the neurons of their brain, birthing through axons and receptors, clicking and clicking before they snap.

“That it? Ya ain’t got nothing else to tell me?”

That lab coat freak snitched on you. There’s fury and rage burning behind your teeth, but you can’t do anything. You can’t even grit your teeth, nothing, but it doesn’t stop the broiling. Why did that freak tell Kendou? The two of them never talk! You’ve never seen them interact. The only people you have ever seen Kendou interact with is that Tengai or the boss of this whole underground lair. You must be shaking, that’s why your vision starts tunneling. There’s no other explanation. You’re spinning, everything is, and you’re trying hard to make sure your feet don’t stumble and sway out from underneath you.

You shakily hum.

“N-No. Nothing at all.”

He’s going to ask why you were so close to the exit, that you know. There’s no excuse in the world that you could conjure that would explain that. Kendou knows that you know that. And now that you’ve failed, forever and ever, you’re sure things are never going to be the same. Whatever little freedoms and trust you’d garnered evaporated, completely gone, and there’s no rewinding that. Kendou is never letting you leave this room again—after all of your hard work. Frustration isn’t even a word that can fully encompass all of the vibrations in your muscles, brewing your marrow, making you so very conscious of your state of being. You’re alive, you can feel it, and you can feel all of the times Kendou’s palms have traced over your flesh, have brought you closer to him, have twisted the locks to your chains. This is it. You’re through.

Kendou exhales, and it’s almost a laugh.

“Right. ‘M not even gonna attempt to argue with you on this. Sit on the bed now, and get rid of all’a the clothes covering where you’re hurt.”

Even though you want to kick and scream, even though you want to throw yourself onto the floor and never move again, even though there are tears threatening to rain in your eyes—you acquiesce. Your legs are trembling whenever you take a step back, and you feel like you’re going to faint whenever you clumsily pivot around. Each thud of your bare foot is a gong in your heart, it makes you shake, makes you ripple like skipping stones in a pond, and you feel like you’re walking straight into your grave. How long will you have to live here? How long will this take? When will you be free? Will you ever be able to climb that stairwell to sanctity? Is there even a sanctity?

The bed takes you well whenever your body fumbles and collapses into an awkward sitting position. You stay there, and your whole body is quaking, and you wonder what Kendou’s going to do. Your hands can barely function, frozen stiff, arthritis a vying snake, but you do what you’re told. Each article of clothing weighs a million, but Kendou’s words weigh a billion.

Kendou’s gone and back in a flash, and he’s carrying what looks like a first aid kit. His fingers ensnare that little box, and you’re so very aware of how big and powerful he really is at this very moment. He sighs, and it’s pissed off, but he doesn’t do anything except speak through a low tone, whispering, hissing,

“Let me heal your wounds, babe. And once I’ve got ya all patched up, I’m going to remind you where you belong.”

An everlasting gaze, and you’re trapped right within its clutches.

[seiyasabi]

Uneventful

(Here’s a Yandere Rappa x Female Reader who doesn’t give a hoot about his tendencies (lol I learned that phrase from one of my online professors) and just lets shit happen ;)) Sorry that this is so short! 

TW: unhealthy behaviour, mentions of stalking, irrational fear of cheating, etc.. 

Please don’t proceed if any of these themes are triggering. Also, this was a request of any yandere x s/o who doesn’t care about their yandere tendencies.) 

Unlocking your beat up front door, you chuck it open, and damn near collapse in the foyer. Working as a (waiter/waitress) is tiring, and after your ten hour shift, all you want to do is sleep. 

Kicking off your black (trainers/heels), you slam the door closed behind you, and yell out for your large boyfriend, “Kendou, I’m home!” You place your (coat/bag) on the coat rack and run a hand down your face firefly. 

When you don’t hear a response, you raise an eyebrow, and venture further into the apartment. 

“Kendou Rappa, are you there?” You tiredly walk past the kitchen, not seeing him or dinner, “Don't tell me you ate without me! That’s so rude!” Pouting slightly, you enter the bedroom, and finally see your beast of a boyfriend, “There you are,” He doesn’t turn towards you, “Kendou?” 

He’s unmoving. He doesn’t even look to be breathing. Hurrying over to him, you place a hand on his shoulder, your face knit with concern. 

“Baby, what’s wrong-?” He shoves your hand off of him, and whips around to look at you. His eyes are red and puffy, which brings you to believe that he was crying. 

“I know what you’re doing!” You tilt your head in confusion, making him flush with anger, “Don’t look at me like that! I know that you’re cheating on me with that dickhead Dabi!” Kendou believes that you’re cheating on him with…. Dabi? That asshole of all people? 

“Why on earth would you think that, Ken?” A look of hurt flashes over your face, “He’s an awful person! Why would I downgrade to trash, when I have a winning lottery ticket in my hand already?” You caress his face with your hands, which he tries to swat away. He was unable to. Climbing over the bed, you sit next to him, and coax his head onto your shoulder. Running a hand through his hair, you smooch the top of his head, “What happened today, baby?” 

The large man sniffles pitifully, but starts to spill his guts, “I went to visit you earlier, and I saw you talking with Dabi.” Rolling your eyes, you turn towards him and roll your eyes. 

“He’s a customer, Ken, I can't just ignore him. But, I can promise that there’s nothing between us. If you want, I’ll even ask my boss if you can stay with me tomorrow to protect me from him,” He reaches down to hold yours, and intertwines his fingers with your own. After a long moment of silence, he speaks once more. 

“Ya promise yer not in cahoots with the burn unit?” Hearing his normal gruff tone come back makes you smile happily. Nodding, you squeeze his hand reassuringly. 

“I promise. You’re my one and only. I could never see myself with anyone else, so please don’t forget that,” He kisses the top of your head tenderly, before scooping you into his lap, and wrapping his large arms around your midsection. You lay your arms on top of his with a happy hum. 

“I’m sorry for freaking out, I just-” You shush him, and lay your head back on his chest. 

“It’s okay, Ken. I understand why you’re so worried, and, if anything, I love how protective you are. After you became a part of my life, I haven’t felt unsafe! I mean, who would want to fight my big, strong boyfriend? I sure wouldn’t!” You feel him chuckle behind you, his wellbuilt chest rumbling. 

“Ya got me there, Babe. But still, I feel a lil’ guilty. Whaddaya’ say to eatin’ out on me?” 

“Eat on you? I’ll pass-” The large man starts to (tickle/poke) you unyieldingly, causing you to shriek in surprise. 

“Okay, smartass, I guess ya don’t want free food!” Shoving his hand away, you laugh happily. 

“I’m just messing with you! Of course I want free food!” Your chest heaves in and out deeply, face flushed. You relax back into his chest one more, trying to catch your breath. Without warning, Kendou stands up with you securely in his arms. 

“Then let’s go! I I wanna get some chicken nuggets.” 

[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."

[writingbakery]

“bloodlust”

a nasty, bloody, aggressively possessive commission from my babycake, @marigold-magpie ! please proceed with caution; this fic contains graphic violence, blood, mild gore references, and implied murder. this is not for the faint of heart - heed the warnings! ✨ taglist; @redbeanteax​ @katsukisprincess​ @lady-bakuhoe​ @mothwithteeth​

[pairing; kendo rappa x fem!reader]

[warnings; rough sex, mild gore, heavy amounts of blood, graphic depictions of violence, kink-explicit language, implied murder - rappa bloodies a man with two hits, mild non-con mention at the beginning of the fic]

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the darkness shrouds you.

you were a fool for stepping out of the bar alone, in this neighborhood, in that dress. rappa had warned you about wandering off, but all you’d needed was a breather, a moment of air - he’d been too sucked up in challenging someone to a drinking contest to heed your whining.

so you’d stepped out alone, naively hoping rappa’s reputation would protect you - what an idiotic thought, what a foolish little girl you were.

back pressed roughly against the exposed brick of the alley where you’d been dragged, all you can do is whimper as the man pushes at your skirt, face buried in your neck. you’re helpless against his touch, too strong for you to push off, and you’re certain you’ll lose yourself here, in the wet darkness of a nondescript alley, just another victim of wrong place, wrong time.

your eyes clench shut, praying to whatever gods you knew to send you an angel, rescue, anything to get this vile man & his vile hands off you. it’s futile, and you resign yourself to suffering.

heaven does not answer you, but hell does.

suddenly the raw heat of the man’s hands is replaced with cold air, your eyes snapping open to meet your savior. rappa is a sight, rage and feral danger glinting in the dim alley light as he yanks the stranger back, one fist curled as he punches him square in the spine. the crunch of bone is enough to tell you what he’s done, but you know better than to look away - rappa always wants you to watch.

shards of porcelain bone jut out from his bloodied shirt, the press of his half torn organs against the fabric almost too much to bear; your eyes remain locked on his quivering form regardless, watching as rappa’s bloodied fist strikes down against his skull. the blood spatter paints you red in the moonlight, watching his shattered body collapse in an ocean of his own making, unmoving and still.

two hits. two bare knuckled swings, two heavy reminders, and the man was dead. you couldn’t see his eyes, but the bits of spine and intestines dscorating his body gave you all the answers you needed. two hits, and you were safe again.

rappa kicks his body away like sewage, the growl never leaving his bared teeth as he tugs you against him. your chest and face are bloody, and your feet squelch in the pool rappa’s determined to douse you in. he smears it along your cheek, your thighs, chest heaving with unsatisfied rage. “i told you to stay put,” he snarls, and you hate the way the wetness grows between your legs, mingling with the blood rappa’s coated you with.

he pushes you back roughly onto your ass, hiking up the skirt of your dress to tear your panties clean off. rappa’s never had finesse but he’s an animal now, staking his claim over your delicate body - and you can’t force yourself to mind. thick fingers swipe across your soaked cunt, gathering enough wetness on his un-bloodied hand to scissor into you impatiently.

he’s always been rough, and you welcome his burning, bloodied palms; anything to sate him, to please him and yourself. his thick fingers stretch you deliciously, the pain mingling with pleasure until you’re clenching impossibly tighter around his fingers and cumming, soaking his hand and spilling onto the mess of blood beneath you.

he’s turning you over before you have a chance to breathe, forcing your face down into the wet, coppery ground as he yanks your hips up to his cock. he’s pressing inside you without warning, growling low in your ear at your sweet whimper, tightening walls. one hand laces into your hair to pull your head back cruelly, biting and sucking marks into your bloodied throat. he buries himself to the hilt, cock pressing right up against your poor cervix, and you can’t stop yourself; you’re cumming before he even has a chance to thrust, spilling all over his cock and your blood-slick thighs.

a satisfied grunt leaves him at that, hoisting your hips up higher to slam into you quickly - two orgasms back to back have you mewling, nails digging into the copper-colored ground as he fucks your face into the blood. his ego’s been stroked well, hands gripping your waist and ass so tight you’ll have bruises for weeks.

he sinks in and out of your plush wet heat without remorse, leaning down to whisper the filthiest words in your ear - how he’s claimed you, bred you in the blood of his enemy. you were his, only his, no one could touch you, see you, breathe you in without facing his welled rage. it’s intoxicating, the way he uses you like a ragdoll, limp and pliant and helpless just the way he likes - just the way you like.

your third orgasm crashes through you as rappa snaps his hips, teary eyed and drooling as he drills his cock into you. your thighs are trembling, voice shaky with need as you clench around his thick cock again, drenching the pair of you where your bodies meet. the brutal kiss of his hips against yours slows to a stop as he pulls out, ignoring your desperate whines and pleads - he’s fucked you brainless, the only thought in your pretty little head rappa and his cock, as it should be.

he turns you onto your back, yanks your bloody thighs up over his shoulders to fuck into you with renewed purpose, watching your eyes flutter to the back of your head, leaning down to lick a fat stripe up your bloodied cheek. you’re beautiful like this, and rappa tells you so, soaked in blood and cum as he claims you over and over.

“there you go, i’ve fucked you proper now, haven’t i? cum, cum right fucking now-“ he snarls, pressing his rough thumb harshly against your swollen clit. you can’t help but obey, wailing softly at the overstimulation as he fucks you through it. his thrusts are getting sloppy, brutal and more reckless as he drives into you, burying himself so deep inside your clamping walls to fuck you full of his seed, growling possessively in your ear about how you were his, all his.

his hips eventually slow as he rides out his orgasm, fingers digging into your thighs to keep your limp body close. you’re absolutely spent, barely able to move your jelly limbs as rappa clumsily tugs down your dress, watching as he pulls out - his cum trickles out of you in such a lovely way, and he can’t resist snaking his tongue along your bred cunt to taste himself.

your sleepy whines only make him chuckle, scooping your bloody form up in his arms. “let’s go home, lil’ darling,” he hums, nipping at your neck lightly, before disappearing into the alley, darkness enveloping you both.

from darkness he saved you, and to darkness he will lead, but you don’t mind - you’ve gotten used to the shadows.

[kayokos-villain-imagines]

// I don’t know why I wrote this drabble. It’s like 10 words long, but I didn’t want to write any more at the time, so… //

You loved Rappa, but sometimes you wished he wasn’t such a heavy sleeper. You had been stuck in his vise grip for what felt like hours, and it was becoming increasingly hard to just ‘go back to sleep’. You knew he had the day off, but you still needed to phone in to work.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Rappa began to stir. You let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered open and took in the sight of your face. He leaned forwards to nuzzle your neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Kendo, I have to get my phone.”

“Stay here.”

“I’ve been lying awake for the past hour, and my boss is going to kill me if I don’t call in sick.”

“Five more minutes?” 

You made the mistake of turning your head and facing his adorable puppy eyes. “Fine. Five more minutes.”

❤ c(ˆ⌣ˆc)

[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.