#mha kendo rappa

[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. 

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#33 He found your address-

Early in the morning it's your day off and you are enjoying the peace of it, Keigo is still in bed after last night...when you hear the doorbell on your door

KFC!Y/n*Humming a tune opening the door*...

Kendo*Is hunched down to your door frame, finger guns you*Hi~It was really-

KFC!Y/n*Slams the door on his face and walks off but comes back when the doorbell rings*...

Kendo: Baby it's Kendo, Don't you recognize me?

KFC!Y/n: Of course I recognize you~THATS WHY I SLAMMED THE DOOR IN YOUR FACE~

Kendo: HA!-Still the jokester huh baby

KFC!Y/n*Crosses arms and smiles with venom dripping out every word you say*Speaking of "Jokes", Still working for that idiot boy?

Part 7 of:

[myheromedia]

The faces of the Shie Hassaikai (excluding Overhaul and Chronostasis)

[myahpaya]

Pride Month headcanons for the Shie Queersaikai

[epickiya722]

The time All Might arrived late on the scene.

Rumi - Bro, you're late... he's gone now.

The first time (possibly) she meets All Might and it's this! 😆

Rappa - HE WENT POOF!!

I love how O'Clock is just thinking about what happened and ignoring everything else.

[germinatorkai]

Random ass post of shit I've made.

Idk if I should post more because I do have a lot.

[quirkwizard]

I am not sure if you got this question yet but what would be the jobs for the Shie Hassaikai (Chronostasis, Mimic, and the Eight Bullets) if they weren’t yakuza/villains

Tengai-Priest: Tengai was a priest before he joined the Yakuza. So I guess he'd still be doing that if he wasn't a villain. Probably the most boring answer on this list, but the most true to canon.

Tabe-Professional Eater: It's a win win. Tabe can eat however much he wants without worrying about stealing food. And people get to benefit seeing him act like a human black hole for food.

Joi-Security Consultant: I imagine this work by Mimic possessing whatever you want him to protect. So if anyone tries to steal your super rare vase, it can literally sprout legs and runaway.

Katsukame-Anesthesiologist: I like to imagine Katsukame coming up to a patient, grabbing them, open his mouth, and then seemingly suck out their soul. Then they are out and ready to have their tonsils removed.

Deidoro-Party Goer: He's the guy you pay to come over to your party to make it fun. He shows up and then it is a proper party. He's making sure everyone is drunk and tispy withing seconds of him getting there.

Hojo-Male Model: Since there isn't much personality going on with him, I just thought this would be funny. Plus, I can imagine fashion designers going nuts with someone who can make crystals over any part of their body.

Rappa-MMA Fighter: About as close as you can get to a pit fighter without it being illegal. Because even when Rappa is given a chance at a normal life. He will choose violence every single time. At least he get's paid for it now.

Hari-Personal Assistant: Hari's personality just screams "lackie". I can't really see him doing anything that doesn't involve him helping another person. A PA just seems to be the most fitting for him considering who he works with.

Shin-Reality TV Host: Is the option to be a police officer right there? Yes. However, I think that Shin would find this line of work more satisfying. Stirring the pot by forcing terrible people to tell the truth on national television would be grimm lesson about honesty.

Toya-Trophy Husband: Look, I just feel really bad about Toya's backstory. So I want to take this chance to give him some kind of happiness. He gets to be a trophy husband to rich successful wife. Preferably Mount Lady to fuel the crack ship.

[eijiriott]

I witnessed a tweet, I received a vision.

Click image for marginally better quality yahoo!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[fizzygator420]

back in my mha era so here's my silly guy with one and a half episodes of screentime [Vigilantes edition]

[chisakai0320]

hetalia x bnha

[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.

[do-you-like-this-mha-ship]

fatgum x rappa

Do you like this ship?

[everypanelofshota]

Chapter 138 - Go!!

[salvagesmha]

Rappa should have joined the League of Villains

Something that was such a missed chance was that Rappa was such a natural fit for the League of Villains that it isn't funny.

Think about it!

For one, he shares their mutual dislike of Overhaul so already there's common ground for the other League and him to get along.

Two, he offers them something they never really lacked and that is 'reasonable close combat power' + likeability. Muscular had the baggage of murdering Kota's parents, and his Pump Up was way too strong to have in the story for too long as a reoccurring threat. Rappa cuts out the established character killing aspect and adds in a layer of honor in just wanting a fair fight. It would've meshed well with the current League being more humanized the more we got to know of them. Plus, in general, himbo that wants a good fight and is generally chill otherwise hits better than 'jerk jock that slaughters anyone for lolz'.

Three, class dynamics!! He would fit in, so, so, so easily as Kirishima's Villain that it HURTS they never saw each other again, even after Rappa claimed to want another shot (seriously what the fuck happened to the rest of the yakuza?!!) He and Kirishima could be like a good indicator of how far Red Riot has come since they last fought and give Rappa the dream match he desires (just, without the death aspect to it XD) Plus, thanks to Vigilantes, he has another dynamic with Mirko that could have easily lend itself to him having a fairer shot reforming in the epilogues.

Four, he could offer a nice look with the MLA/PLF concerning Quirk rights and syncs well with the League's reason for villainy. Rappa became a villain due to overbearing parents controlling his life, which can mirror both Toga and Shiggy's own parentage that affected them to become villains too. He can sympathize with both pretty easily and potentially could have been like another brother to them. On the MLA aspect, given that their whole deal is basically getting unrestricted Quirk access, and Rappa would know from experience the fighting rings he participated in they were created out of need to see some Quirk using fights without the law butting in. So he's probably agree/sympathetic to those who want to just cut loose....but also see if him 'testing' out said MLA soldiers to see how far that desire to rampage goes. Plus, he probably prefers a lax, casual way of getting to his dream rather than, at least initially, the MLA's stuffy, corprorate controlled hierarchy.

Five, I'll be honest, it's just nice to have someone from the Shie Hassaikai stick around as a main stay. I will forever be salty that, aside from a misused Overhaul, NO ONE ELSE was brought back for even the Second War. Whyyyyyy?!! Rappa at least allows them rep to still be in the story and actively doing stuff. (If it were up to me, I'd also allow Chronostasis to slip away to do his own thing, but that's just me XD)

But yeah, this is just me craving something that never happened, but I wish it did so much. Rappa would have been so good to have on-board that it hurts he was just left as a one-shot villain ;_;

[epickiya722]

I want everyone to be aware of Betten Court's vision of Rumi, Rappa and Iwao had they been a hero team.

[mha-ship-of-the-day]

The Ship of the Day is:

Kendo Rappa x Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)