#and even then what does mr. hc even DO as a yakuza? i know he has(?) a family under his control but what does he DO

[mr-paleta]

i feel like a lot of why mtc comes off cringe is because they're supposed to be the gansta rap group but they made up said group with one(1) actual criminal while the other two are a cop and a soldier. the rest is bad bars 💀

[foryoupeko]

Stuck at my dad’s office so YALL getting silly Peko family HC

Peko’s dad is Kiyotaka’s grandfather, a disgraced politician, and Kyosuke’s mom. The mom wanted to keep the baby but the dad didn’t want the secret to come out. After the baby was born, the dad ordered the yakuza to kill her, aka Fuyuhiko’s dad was called for a job. Mr. Kuzuryu accessed the situation and went, wait, she’s the product of two family known for their sword skills? Well if no one wants her… and faked Peko’s death with a fake doctor. Mr. Kuzuryu then took Peko and made her his unborn son’s retainer.

Fast forward years later, Kyosuke checks on Chisa’s class, to see what kind of rift rafts are in her girlfriend’s class. Who does he find? Someone who’s a splitting image of his mother??? Kyosuke uses his ultimate student council president skills to find out that’s his dead sister??? He confronts Mr. Kuzuryu with big dick energy and goes “Hey I know the situation. I will give you money to free my sister from your service”. Mr. Kuzuryu didn’t want to lose such a loyal retainer but he has a soft spot for Peko. Her adoptive parents gave their lives for the Kuzuryu clan and Peko been working very diligently. Not mention it would be shameful of Kyosuke revealed that Mr. Kuzuryu lied about an accomplishing a hit. So Mr. Kuzuryu retired Peko from the gang and Peko was surrendered to Kyosuke’s family,

Kyosuke confronts Peko and flats out say “I don’t respect you because you was raised as a sheep. However, becuase you are family, I will take responsibility for you. I will make you a respectable person. “ and forbids her from interacting with the Kuzuryu ever again. For reasons that Kyosuke does not understand, Peko did not like anything he said. She didn’t say anything, but her glare said a thousand words. Peko stuck with Kyosuke because she was told to do so, but Kyosuke felt daggers coming from her.

Kyosuke explains his situation to Peko’s teacher, hoping for advice. Instead he gets admonished for talking so rudely to a teenage girl. Even Kyosuke’s boyfriend, the man that defend him through anything, was shocked Kyosuke was so bad at talking to children. So Chisa went to Peko, with her mommy teacher energy, and explained that Kyosuke is an asshole but he means well. And then they both fortnite danced.

That’s all I got for now. Other than Kyosuke bringing in Taka to convince Peko not everyone in her family are assholes. I mostly thought of this because Fuyuhiko explicitly saids that Peko is retired from the gang in the DR3 anime. And Kyosuke literally looks just like Peko. He even has a fucking sword!

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hi! Sending nudes or lewd texts to Eiji hcs pls! Thx!

I'm gonna be honest folks, I wanted this to stay a short piece but it turned into 2.5K+ fanfiction 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I'd apologize, but I'm not even sorry. I'm gonna go even further and say that this may have helped take me out of writer's block, even. Whoever you are, anon, I hope both sides of your pillow are cold at night cause you may have just gotten me out of my writing slump. I SWEAR I THOUGHT THIS WOULD STAY SHORT WHEN I STARTED, BUT I JUST KEPT ON GOING AND WRITING MORE, AND I LOVE THIS FOR ME 😭😭

Anyway, Mr. Eiji Mitamura from the critically acclaimed game Yakuza 8: Infinite Wealth, just one chance, I'm begging.

Me: Ei-chaaaan

Me: Can you come over?

It’s normally not like you to ask Eiji to come over so late. But you know he’s a night owl, usually up at this time of night, so the chances of him answering are pretty high. It’s for a very important reason, too—that being, you are horny out of your mind and can’t sleep. Eiji has always been able to help with that, and he never says no to a good fuck either. He’s not your boyfriend, officially speaking, but the nights he stays over have started to outnumber the ones he does not. You’ll have to give it a name sooner or later. Not tonight though. Tonight, you need only one thing.

Eiji: That depends

Me: Jesus, don’t do this to me

Me: I’m so fucking horny

Eiji: Damn, must suck

Eiji: For you

Eiji: Nighty night!

“Asshole,” you say, like he can even hear you.

He is probably sitting at Club Guilty, drink in one hand and his phone in the other. Maybe with some whore kneeling between his legs, sucking his dick. He’s never had any qualms with anyone seeing him like that: grinding against you till you both came, sneaking a hand inside your shorts, under your shirt. A handful of thigh or ass or chest. Shameless asshole—he could’ve asked you to come to the club with him tonight and you would’ve said yes, and you’ll be riding the shit out of him right there, right now.

Settling for a random bitch he found at the club when he has no need for it? No, you decide. That’s not Eiji. He likes you too much for that; likes how easy it is with you, to get you out of your clothes and into bed, the dirty shit that comes out of your mouth.

“Jesus, you’re fucking filthy.” He said the first time you hooked up. His breath hitched and his hips stuttered. “Wanted to get fucked that badly? Stuffed to the brim with cock?”

“Y-You’re one to talk—oh, shit!”

And shit indeed. Remembering all this stuff is certainly not helping. If anything, it’s getting you even more hot and bothered than before. Familiar pit of warmth inside your stomach, restless moving around, clinging to the phone even harder. Eiji hasn’t sent another text since that last one, and you know he won’t unless you keep things moving. That’s how he operates—it’s all some sort of fucked-up power play for him. It’s insufferable. He is insufferable. He is turning you on. You are turned on and desperate and want him right now.

Me: Asshole

Me: Come do something about it

Eiji: Why though?

Eiji: Doesn’t sound like my problem

Eiji: Rub one out or something, I know you have toys lying around the house

Me: Oh, fuck you!

Eiji: Not exactly, no

Eiji: Was that all? Can I go back to minding my business?

You know just how far he can push this little game of his. He’s done it before. He has left you waiting for hours until you had finally begged enough for his liking and he backed down and came. It pissed you off. He is pissing you off. He’s got your hand sneaking underneath your shirt and toying with an increasingly hardening nipple. It’s good, but it’s not him. It’s not what you need.

Me: Eiji Mitamura

Me: If I don’t get your dick inside me in the next hour I will loose it

Eiji: Aww, that’s cute!

Eiji: Too bad though, I’m kinda busy over here

The next thing that comes is a picture, surprisingly enough. It catches you off guard: Eiji very rarely sends them, not wanting anyone to intrude on his business, see what he’s up to. But the underlying meaning of what it must mean that he’s sending them to you doesn’t matter right now.

First thing that crosses your mind is that he definitely took the pic from that angle deliberately; from up high, looking down at his parted legs, where he’s keeping his drink that’s mostly ice by now. Not much else can be seen, but the colored lightning is enough to let you know that you were right, he is at Club Guilty. He is wearing those black pants and the Hawaiian black-and-blue shirt he loves and that you have grown fond of as well. It’s simple enough, but he pulls it off so well you can’t complain. He doesn’t need to dress up any more to look good.

It’s very easy to take it off for sex, too.

Jesus, you are too fucking horny to think straight. Eiji definitely knew what he was doing with this photo. He deliberately posed for it and spread his legs wider on purpose. It goes unsaid but you immediately imagine how there is just enough room for you to crawl in between them. Those pants just so happen to highlight the crotch area, too.

Fucking asshole.

But something about this push-and-pull does get you going. It gets you going so badly that next thing you know, you are the one taking a photo and pressing ‘send’.

You know he has no issue with opening a photo like that in public. Close-up of your chest, silvery moonlight tastefully falling across your skin, accentuating the fading hickeys he left all over you the last time you hung out and the reddish color of your nipple between your fingers. You can almost see the shit-eating grin on his face, not even bothering to hide his phone screen from the view of strangers.

They can look all they want, but not touch, anyway.

Eiji: Aww, so desperate for me already?

Eiji: Why are you not fucking yourself on your toys already, hm?

Eiji: You want the real thing that badly?

Me: Asshole

Me: You know I do

Me: So come on over

Eiji: I don’t know, that little sneak peek was kinda weak

Of course. You should have seen that coming. Eiji wouldn’t be swayed that easily by something so tame. It was still worth a try though, you figure.

So, you take another.

Eiji: Now that’s what I was talking about

Eiji: The little slut got wet just from some flirting? That’s adorable!

Shit, it’s embarrassing to admit it, but you did. You woke up an hour after going to bed, too hot and bothered to go back to sleep and aching for Eiji.

Groveling like this is not usually your style, you like to play hard to get and see who cracks first. But, just like Eiji put it, some light flirting already has you salivating at the mouth. One photo of his legs spread with a glass between them and you are already thinking about creeping in between them and unzipping his pants. With your fucking teeth if necessary; the asshole thought it was hot last time you did it.

But you wouldn’t spend too much time on that—you’d go straight to taking him into your mouth. Down to the base, like you’ve done before, like he’s been training you to do. He likes having his cock sucked and you like sucking it; the weight of it in your tongue, the slimy trickle of pre-cum down your throat, the way your gag reflex has all but disappeared at this point. Everything really, down to the musky smell that would normally gross you out on anybody else. He’ll grip your hair tight like you are about to go anywhere (you wouldn’t; if you were given a choice, you wouldn’t), buck his hips into your mouth hoping to hit that slight gag reflex still in you and thrusting harder when he doesn’t get it. Silly thought, really. He’s made you that way. He doesn’t get to get frustrated about it now.

You’d let him use you like a toy until he comes. Giving him that illusion of power is kind of fun. He thinks he can call the shots every time, but you know better. You suspect that he is aware, that you are just letting him believe he is in control when he is really not. But if he knows, he doesn’t say it. He is into it. You are into it. You keep your little silent agreement and don’t speak about it.

Speaking with Eiji is kind of a touchy subject, actually. He was so closed off when you met, back at Club Guilty (everything just comes back to that damn place, doesn’t it?), when he ordered a drink for you and you thought he was some stuck-up imbecile looking for a cheap lay. Two drinks later, you were in the restroom of the club, pulling on his hair and doing very little to keep your noises at bay, as his hips slammed against your ass.

The rest was kinda the textbook definition of a fuckbuddies relationship. He called you or you called him. You’ve ridden him in the couch of your living room more times than you could count on, he’s been a sadistic fuck and tied you up to your bed with a vibe on the highest setting inside, edging you for hours until you were red-eyed, sobbing on his shoulder and clawing at his back. Talking was never really a part of the equation, your conversations always circling around to the same topic.

But lately... He’s been opening up, as it were. Telling you things about an accident, about how he used to be a journalist. You’ve seen him freshly woken up, a bird’s nest for hair and wearing glasses around. Shortsightedness, he said, and left it at that. Then he rolled over and made coffee.

It’s nothing borderline domestic like that, but it’s so different from what you once were. And it seems he hasn’t noticed. Or you are misreading things. Or he has noticed and simply doesn’t mind it too much. Maybe he’s grown so used to your presence that he couldn’t care less. If it happens, it happens.

That’s not your concern right now though. You can fret over your relationship status all you want when you are not turned on beyond belief, one of your fingers threatening to slip inside. A placebo that you know won’t work. You need the real thing or nothing at all.

Your grip on the phone tightens a little. The screen could crack if you’re not careful. The thought flashes through your mind in a moment of clarity, one of those you rarely have when you are horny.  You spare it a side glance just on time to see it.

Eiji is calling.

“Took you long enough, you—” Your voice catches in your throat, a little breathless. He chuckles lowly, clearly amused, but you hear it nonetheless. “You bastard...”

“Still coherent enough to talk shit, I see.”

“And whose fault is it?” Hook, line and sinker. He wanted you to bite and you did. “Maybe shove something in my mouth if you want me to shut up!"

“So vulgar...” He says. You didn’t catch it earlier, but he’s not shouting over the loud music like he would if he were still at the club. It’s his normal, speaking voice. A little short of breath, perhaps, like he is walking somewhere. Walking fast. “Who taught you to speak like that?”

It makes you whine, inevitably. You thrash around in the bed. The sheets feel wet against your skin from the sweat down your back. Oh, you are gonna have to change them for sure. Idly, you wonder if Eiji would help with that.

“Oh, don’t get smart with me! You fu—”

“You are still talking back, brat?” He says it so matter-of-factly, clearly not looking for an answer. He gets one regardless though—another whine. “Damn, you want it so bad you’re touching yourself already? No self-restraint at all? What a whore. But you’re my whore, aren’t you?”

“How long...?” And you lose track of your words. Your thoughts get all jumbled and scattered, and you have to bite down on your tongue and shut your eyes in frustration. Your free hand latches on to your blanket and pulls. Shame that you changed them since the last time Eiji stayed the night—maybe, then, they would still smell like him. If they did, you could be smelling them and rutting against your pillow. Instead, you are calling Eiji so late and enduring this endless teasing before actually getting anything out of the whole ordeal. “How long till you get here?”

He muses. Makes a thoughtful little noise from the bottom of his throat like he’s thinking so hard. You can almost imagine him slowing down on purpose, just to take longer to get home. Your home.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Eiji, Jesus Christ,” You almost scream, then decide against it. You are already going to give our neighbors hell the moment Eiji knocks on the door, they deserve every lick of sleep they can get before that. “I want your fucking cock inside me, just—I want you to make me fucking cry. Shove my head in the damn pillow and keep going for all I care. Use me, come in me, call me names, I don’t give a shit, I just don’t wanna be able to walk tomorrow! These marks are already going away, you saw it, and I need... need more. I don’t care if people see them. I want them to! I want to look like a bunch of mosquitos mauled me when I look in the mirror! I want to get up and still feel your cum inside, make it feel like you own me! Just... Please.”

Well, so much for letting your neighbors get their sleep. Not like they don’t know already. The headboard makes this loud, banging noise every time, and Eiji doesn’t exactly keep his dirty thoughts to himself, just like you don’t. Maybe that’s why things work so well for you two. You have even started grinding down on the bed as you speak, completely unconsciously, just to get some friction. Just something.

“For a pretty thing like you, your mouth is damn filthy, you know? Love that about you.”

“Eiji...”

“Oh, don’t sound so sad! I never said I wouldn’t come, did I? You just jumped to conclusions cause you’re too horny to care what anyone has to say. If you’re not getting stuffed with cock, you don’t care. You’re slutty like that. Truly nasty...”

He keeps talking, talking, talking. The tap-tap-tap of his footsteps in the background is the one constant keeping you sane.

Until they stop.

“You’ll have to give me a key to your place one of these days if you’re gonna keep calling this late.” He muses out loud. But you don’t even have time to consider his proposal when he speaks again. “Now come open the door for me, baby.”

His voice is mellow and soft. The pet name, new and foreign, though not unwelcome. It makes you a little lightheaded to hear it.

Maybe you do need to give Eiji a key to your apartment. You will sit on the idea for the time being, then ponder later, when you are together in your bed.

After he has fucked the daylights out of you, of course.

[koiyyo]

SDR2 “modern” au HCS!

 -modern au where students of hopes peak academy don’t have ultimates and don’t take part of the killings games. but they daily lives reflect their ultimates n’ stuff!     -mod corn

 Byakuya Twogami

 - you thought it was me, professional business man, but it was me, Twogami!  - used to be a cosplayer, but cosplayed Byakuya once and loved the attention  - runs a Byakuya fanpage, constantly fights Toko in comments over who has the better one  - still a good guy despite the obsessive appearance

 Mikan Tsumiki

 - shy nurse assistant   - has bandages from accidentally falling on medical equipment  - despite her goof ups she’s a very dedicated nurse  - lowkey good at cooking but you know,, she drops it a lot  - cries when patients are rude to her so she has to work with older people that are nice

 Nagito Komaeda

 - was known in highschool as the kid that had a failed rapping career  - uses the word hope instead of wish  - threatened kids he would become a stripper.. it’s not a threat to them??  - works at an animal shelter  - has pet rats named after Hajime. yes there are multiple. Hajime. Mrs Hajime. Hajime Jr-

 Akane Owari

 - people lowkey thought she looked like Aoi like.. this her long lost sister?  - professional gymnast, wants to achieve gold medal in olympics but has only gotten silver so far  - she’s so close tho!! next time that bitch going down periyat.  - the media jumps her every given chance cause she isn’t afraid to show off her body  - constantly eating. says she became a gymnast to work off all that weight. big fan of Sakura’s cooking show  - went to Teruteru’s restaurant once, got kicked out because she ate everything from the “ all you can eat buffet”. tried to sue but they said you couldn’t eat anymore cause.. you ate.. everything

 Ibuki Mioda

 - pawty all night  - lead guitarist and vocalist of popular rock band  - was a scene kid that went to highschool parties, still radiates that energy  - was exposed for “doing drugs” lol no she just is chaotic  - loves MLP and will fight you if you make fun of it

 Mahiru Koizumi

 - does professional photography  - is hired by Sayaka and Ibuki to take photos for their concerts  - during college she’d go to Makoto’s flower shop a lot cus pretty flowers = pretty photos  - kinda micro manages Hiyoko cause she’s chaotic but they’re great friends i swear  - she and Hiyoko co own a white kitty named Shutter

 Sonia Nevermind

 - is princess to a royal family duh  - despite her looks she’s tough  - has many devoted followers because she radiates disney princess vibes  - remembers one of her followers names. Kazuichi Soda.  - why? one time out in public he introduced himself from the crowd then threw up on her shoes  - keeps in touch with Gundham after buying an exotic animal from him

 Peko Pekoyama

 - used to be into fencing, then went into the yakuza and focused on bigger swords  - left the yakuza to do other stuff,, still doesn’t know what “other stuff” is  - has a katana collection  - is married to Fuyuhiko and SHE is the man of the house  - is actually very motherly like behind scenes  - works part time teaching sword skills to kids

  Hiyoko Saionji 

 - mostly spends her paycheck on sweets  - goes to dancing competitions a lot, wins  - favorite time of the year is festival time !! dancing and so many stands = so many foods !!  - was a pageant child  - sometimes does voice acting for children shows  - isn’t hired a lot because she can be sadistic behind scenes

 Nekomaru Nidai

 - originally worked as a physical therapist cause he’s good at massaging  - somehow became apart of Akane’s management team?  - dedicated to cheering her on 24/7  - tbh he’s a clean freak

 Teruteru Hanamura

 - runs a 4.8 star restaurant with his mom !!  - got a bad rating from Akane after lying about “all you can eat buffet”  - is a big mama’s boy even if he’s old  - runs a cooking show too, competes with Sakura for better ratings  - also has a side show where he helps fix restaurants with his mom but is 100% nice about it

 Hajime Hinata

 - goes to animal shelter where Nagito works to hit on him lowkey  - works at flower shop with Makoto  - he’s in charge of selling cause everything he touches just. dies.  - only found this out cus he tried growing flowers for Nagito and it died, he cried  - Chiaki got him into gaming but he sucks he is like a stupid old man

 Kazuichi Soda

 - cries himself to sleep knowing how he threw up on Sonia one time  - has lots of photos of her but not in a creepy way  - works at a repair / mechanic store  - takes pride in knowing he sold and helped Chiaki make her gaming pc years ago  - likes making weird and useless contraptions like a robot that repeats the phrase “Sonia please love me”. i promise the rest of his weird things aren’t this sad

 Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

 - works in the yakuza with his grandfather  - his father ditched the yakuza after threats so he’s the next heir in line (:  - met Peko after working on a case with her,,, love at first site  - when he and Peko get married he’ll leave his yakuza business behind and dedicate his life to fighting crime !!   - works as a undercover detective but doesn’t snitch out his yakuza buddies mwah

 Gundham Tanaka 

 - works part time at the animal shelter with Nagito  - loves his hamster children  - spends most of his time breeding animals,, enjoys breeding exotic ones  - but it’s all healthy nothing abusive and he takes very good care of them  - met Sonia when he sold her a tiger once. he asked why. she said “I wanna be like Jasmine”  - love at first sight deadass

 Chiaki Nanami

 - dedicated gaming youtuber  - has an extremely expensive gaming pc  - bullies Hajime on camera for sucking at games  - won tons of tournaments   - kind of slow but her iq is 300 when it comes to games  - funds Hajime and Makoto’s flower shop with her spare money (’:

askgjjksg bless i made this like 3 minutes after the other one eye- its kinda rushed but i hope your enjoy <3

    -mod corn

[chonzu]

Hello there! Would you happen to have some headcanons for Mr. Compress and Twice? Gen and/or shippy, I'll take everything. :'D

YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT GOTDANG PLACE.  Some of these pertain more specifically to stories I’ve come up with rather than just HCs tho.

Mr. Compress HCs.

-45 years old. 

-A very bad cook. But he’s a very good baker! When he is stressed out he bakes and so his whole apartment is, like, full of cookie tins and bread and all sorts of shit. Usually for meals he gets take out or makes very simple dishes.

-Speaking of his apartment, he’s got a big apartment suite under a fabricated name. It’s rather empty, as almost everything but his bed, his couch, and his kitchen are in compress orbs and neatly organized into boxes and containers. He knows where everything he needs is.

-Enjoys shoving round, smooth objects in his mouth. Magnets, his own compress orbs, D&D dice, smooth rocks and gemstones. It’s kind of an impulse.

-His parents were both involved in the yakuza. His dad ran a comics shop on the side and his mom was a well known stage performer. She believed in magic and fantasy and stories and though he got along with both she is the one who encouraged his belief in magic and performance. They were killed when Atsuhiro was 20, though he didn’t even know until then that they were yakuza. (This could change?? I’m still learning about their set up and how they operate)

-He does not like card tricks because they are simple, and they are the first ticks his mom taught him. So he’s been doing it a while. Thinks they’re boring. He enjoys incorporating his quirk into his performances as well, but he has a whole plethora of magic tricks that do not involve it. People seem to be interested in magic without the use of quirks, and that he is a master of.

Twice HCs. Myy friend usually RPs Twice and makes stories with him and so I usually go off of that! These are some that I just really enjoy.

-Twice and Toga are actually uncle and niece. They didn’t really know each other much till they coincidentally met again in the League. They enjoy each other’s company and Twice just craves love from his family. He Needs Validation.

-He was kind of a punk child. Baseball bats. Fighting. Never home by curfew. Started drinking early, smoking early, cloned everything, and never really had a good relationship with his parents so tried to stay away from home as much as possible. Class grades weren’t very good.

-ADHD

-Twice never really killed all of his clones. At the purge? Yes. All dead. But there were clones from prior, and clones that went awol, and clones from years ago that lasted so long they became stronger and became their own persons, in a way. Stronger than the average clone. He knows deep down that this is possible and occasionally feels a clone dying, but he’s never really sure which clone it is, and he’s forced himself to pretend that none of these clones exist.

-Best friends and childhood friends with Giran (who is actually younger than him, he just looks old). Their relationship is currently strained as everything going on has been stressing Twice out, but he doesn’t really hate Giran that much. Giran always speaks to him like a regular person despite knowing everything that had happened, and being the one to find Jin a week after the clone purge. Jin works as a scout for Giran, and was hired for the League based on the experience Giran knows Jin has. 

-Twice never really has a solid, stable place to live. Given that he can clone money just fine, and isn’t as courteous about the economy as Momo is, he kind of just pays for motels months at a time and when he gets tired of it or starts associating things with his time with the clones, he packs up and moves. The League is one of the only consistent things he’s had since the clone purge and also the weird family he’d been looking for so he’ll take what he can get.

Shipping. Not as developed yet since my main ship is Kurogiri/Atsuhiro but I am super interested in developing this more. I just wish they had more interaction or something more in common! It’s easy for me to ship Kurogiri and Atsuhiro because they have a similar aesthetic asfdf.

-Jin and Atsuhiro never really interacted much until the Vanguard Squad attacked the training camp. Afterward they started to feel for each other and after the AFO vs OFA attack started to become closer. 

-Both of them feel comforted with their masks on, and so they understand when the other refuses to take it off. There’s a type of mutual understanding as well with Twice’s large scar and Mr. Compress’ arm. Obviously not the same scale of injury.

-They both know how to have a bit of fun. Atsuhiro really pulls maskless Jin out of his dark and introspective nature and they become loud and kind of overdramatic. But Atsuhiro is also capable of the same level of thought as Jin, and they can go on for hours just talking about whatever.