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[nogitsune-the]

Comfort in bruises

nyxnova said:

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

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

Kendo Rappa x gender!nutural reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bnhahq101]

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

He is possessive like no tomorrow

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

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

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

This man won’t raise a hand against his darling

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

He will “train” his darling to love him

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

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

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

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

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

There is no subtlety with this ashy motherfucker

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

will threaten to dust them if they try to escape

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

This man will kidnap them the moment his obsession begins

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

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

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

Restraints are also a common occurance

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

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

 

Completely the opposite of Goto

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

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

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

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

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

Even as a Yandere, he is a complete gentleman

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would give his darling two options

Option one: allow him to “court” them properly

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

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

Danjuro Tobita/Gentle Criminal (ran to photo limits)

He is a delusional type and would kidnap them early on

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

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

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

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

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

 

Kurogiri is a wildcard of a Yandere

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

He is similar to Jin regarding his Yandere tendency

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Honestly Kendo isn’t that bad of a Yandere

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

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

He has his code

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

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

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

He prefers isolation for punishment

[magpie-scribbles]

Brass Knuckles

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

Rating: E

Pairing: Rappa x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sputter at the nickname but quickly regain your composure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think I like that idea."

[biconderoga]

Shie Hassaikai Relationship Headcannons

Requests are open ;)

Chisaki Kai

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

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

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

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

Hari Kurono

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

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

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

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

Kendo Rappa

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

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

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

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

[kinkyacademia]

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

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

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

Kurogiri:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kuro.”

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

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

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

Kendo Rappa:

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

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

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

“Got in a fight. Brutal.”

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

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

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

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

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

You really, really hoped you saw him here again.

[seashanties-and-tales-blog]

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

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

Chisaki:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chrono: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Setsuno: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rappa: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nemoto: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thatfunkyopossum]

So, uh, I really want to enjoy bnha again. Like I want Horikoshi to take the time to develop his cast of characters because they could be SO INTERESTING, but they're not. We're more than 200 chapters and five years into this franchise and I don't know why literally 85% of the named first years at Yuuei are AT Yuuei! And considering that Yuuei is a top school that has an acceptance rate of 0.3%, that's kind of really fucking important? Every single one of these kids SHOULD be driven and have a strong reason for wanting to go to the top school when so many others are easier to get into! I want backstory drops! I want slice of life chapters of the kids interacting! I desperately want to know the cast because I genuinely only really care about two characters despite the fact that I want to love all of them! I want to understand these kids but despite the fact that this battle arc was an incredible opportunity to not only develop class 1-A, but class 1-B as well! Take the Naruto approach! Drop backstory, dig into the meat of these characters! Create conflicts between characters goals and ideals, I don't care if you drag out the fights to be three or more chapters if we're getting invested in the cast. 200+ chapters. Five years. Why are ANY of these kids other than Midoriya, Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Todoroki, or Ochako in the hero program? Every single opportunity to understand the cast and get to know them has been passed over. Yes, I know that it's often in service to moving the story forward, but so often this story lacks the dramatic stakes or depth it would have if we understood every one of the players involved. Imagine the Kirishima vs Rappa fight without the character development we'd gotten for him before. Now imagine how much more impactful the Bakugou rescue scene would have been if his bond with Kirishima had been developed more and made more apparent. The Kendo v Yaoyarozu rivalry acted like it had been built up, but was it? At all??? They said they were frequently compared to each other after their internships, but I don't remember ANY of that. Compare that to the rivalry of Ino vs Sakura, which is inconsequential and over something super stupid but you FEEL the tension between them the whole time! I'm just so frustrated guys. I want to love this show and I do but it's just not giving me the depth I want out of it, and I feel like it's having a negative impact on every other facet of the series.

[magpie-scribbles]

Let Them Hear: Rappa x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[magpie-scribbles]

Incarceration: Rappa x OC

Okay lovies this is 100% N//S//F//W please do not read if you are under 18.

I needed to write some good Rappa smut content because I’m starving so have some Rappa x OC FILTH!!

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut, size kink/difference, masturbation, public sex, mild daddy kink 

Pairing: Kendou Rappa x OC (Hoshi Sakuretsu)

2 weeks…It had been 2 weeks since he and the other bullets had been carted off to Tartarus. From what he could tell he wasn’t in the highest level of security; and at least he didn’t have to share a room with anyone; which was fine by him, the room was already damn small with just him in it. Probably would have used his roommate for a punching bag anyway by now, he was so pent up; his blood sang and his bones rumbled; body aching for something more than being held up in this dog pen.

3 weeks… he had heard that if he was on good behavior he might be able to go out in the yard and mingle, and take lunch in the dining hall. He thought they were stupid when he first heard that ‘cause he’d probably just go batshit at the first smell of freedom; fuck he was starting to grow crazy in here. He had already made a few decent sized holes in the wall on the far side of the room, his knuckles hardly bled and his attitude only soured when it did nothing to relieve him.

There honestly wasn’t much to do, until he got to wander on good behavior; just eat, sleep, shit, and jack off. And jacking off he did a lot of, and it only seemed to make it worse, fuck it wasn’t the same.

He put another hole in the wall after one particularly aggressive session that left his cock feeling raw; cum splattered across his stomach and chest in thick ropes. Still he was hard and aching, twitching in the stale air of his stupidly small cell. 

He fisted his own hand in his hair and tried again, trying to pretend the hand gripping at his mane was exceptionally smaller. It wasn’t the same…

This time his knuckles bled a little more when they bit into the wall but it wasn’t in the least bit satisfying. He wondered what Hoshi was doing, if she was going as crazy as he was…well if she was cooped up she’d probably be going even more crazy than him. The idea of her going feral in her own cell, tipping over the bed, ripping pillows and sheets out of sheer boredom and stir craziness had him pumping his cock again. He missed it, fuck , missed her near manic energy, her scrappiness; missed her nails digging trenches into his back and chest, missed her biting mouth and wild eyes. 

He missed the sounds she made; her sighs, her coos, her screams; he missed the way she could barely take him but would always ask for more, more, more. Missed the way she made him feel, what she made him do. He missed the way she owned him. 

He wondered if she was laying away on her cot, whimpering out, hands down her panties, fingers pressed into her tight, wet pussy. He wondered if she was calling out his name as she desperately tried to get herself off.

“Rappa, Rappa,…Kendou”

He snarled as he painted his chest again, this release a little more satisfying than the last but still no where near close to what he needed.

He grumbled into the quiet air, still unsatisfied, still pent up and now covered in his own mess. He could hear the material of the scratchy sheet around his knees strain when he tugged at it, balling it up, wiping himself down before throwing it on the floor. It didn’t fucking matter if he didn’t have a blanket anymore, this place ran too hot anyway; he hated that too. 

He settled back down, god these beds were comically small! At least the pillow still had some fluff in it as he folded it under his head. 

He decided to not even bother pulling his pants back up; the fuckers could have a nice view when wake up call came the next day. At least it would provide him some entertainment.  

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4 weeks… 

Finally, FINALLY he was getting to stretch his legs, though he really wasn’t sure he had been on any good behavior at all; they had probably just gotten tired of him breaking shit and cleaning up his messes. Didn’t matter, finally he could walk more than a few yards without hitting a wall.

The restraints biting into his shoulders weren’t exactly pleasant, though he guessed it could be worse, at least his arms still had some mobility…If the were smart they would have bound his arms completely. Still he wasn’t completely stupid and he really wanted this brief moment of freedom even if it was just going to the dining hall to get some grub.

The two escorts at his side were armed with nothing more than rubber bullets and stun guns, he had laughed when he saw them. He had made a snarky comment on how “that’s all they give ya’? Fuck it’s like they want ya’ to get pummeled.” They didn’t say anything as he laughed at them and their puny defenses. They had tried to act all nonplussed about his statement but he could see the apprehension in their eyes; and maybe…a little fear. That definitely brightened his mood some.

He had tried to make small talk as he was escorted but the two guards wanted none of it and ignored him for the most part, not that he really minded, they were probably boring anyway. 

The dining hall was a lot bigger than he had expected, and certainly much brighter than his cell, it nearly hurt his eyes when he entered, despite the air being filled with the smell of prison food, it somehow smelled fresher and less stale than the cell-blocks. He found himself breathing deeply.

“Don’t cause a ruckus.” 

He turned to the escort to his left giving him a hard sideways glance.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he rumbled, flashing his teeth.

By the quick retreat and bristled expression of the guard, he knew he had scared him off; good.

“What’s his problem yah?” he turned to the other guard, his grin widening when the other man turned and left much the same way as the other. That’s right, fuck right off.

It was nice to finally move around, even though he knew he was being watched like a damn hawk, at least they weren’t all up in his face about it now. He struggled, the restraints becoming mildly irritating and moved to get a tray for some grub; the food was shit here but he’d had worse before, and it wasn’t like he was some sort of culinary expert. He just need calories, and a lot. When he got out of here there was going to be a lot of bulking he’d need to take care of.

For the most part people moved out of his way when they saw him coming, the few that didn’t see his approach to the line ended up on the ground; it wasn’t even like he body checked them, just elbowed them out of the way. His size and strength of his stride being enough to knock people over. 

At least the line wasn’t awful when he joined it, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to get some grub. 

“Woah you’re mega tall.” 

He looked in front of him and down. A woman stared back up at him apprehensively, grip on her tray trembling.

She wasn’t short, normal height, if anything maybe a little on the tall side, but he was a behemoth; he grinned menacingly.

“Ate my vegetables as a kid.” he replied snarkily.

“Ah…” she gave him a nervous smile and turned back around, clutching her tray closer to her chest. 

Fearful after just talking to him, pathetic, was he really stuck in here with such cowards?? 

A light bulb suddenly went off in his head and he glanced back down to the woman in front of him; puzzled for a second before looking around. It seemed like this was a co-ed dining hall; After the moment of curiosity he shrugged and supposed it didn’t matter, with everyone having some sort of quirk they were all on somewhat even ground.

He turned back to face the front of the line, bored now that his curiosity was satisfied. 

Then a flash of pink caught his eye, exiting the line ahead. All his attention zeroed in and his blood ran hot.

Hoshi

He hardly even registered the sound of pain as he dropped his tray directly on the head of the woman in front of him before making long strides towards the petite woman exiting with her food.

“Hey dude! No cutting!” someone grabbed his shirt. 

“Wait in line like everyone else h-” the fucker didn’t even finish his sentence before he was grabbed by the back of the head. He brought his knee forcefully up into the man’s face, a sickening crunch as the his nose caved like a house of cards, blood pouring out over his face and onto his pants. 

He felt his blood pump even hotter as he watched the now unconscious man crumple to the cafeteria floor.

Around him there were soft gasps, a few groans and ‘ew gross’ but once again all his attention was on the woman, who was now looking straight at him, eyes bright and face glowing with a smile.

“PUMPKIN!!” she screamed, throwing her tray and all the contents over her head in her excitement.

And he’s running to her, bulldozing anyone that got in his path, even pushing a few dining tables out of the way in his mad rush. 

She reached out to him, bouncing on her toes as he closes in.

By now security is probably trying to figure out what the hell is going on but fuck she’s right there, and he’ll be as bad as he wants to be. 

She jumped in anticipation and he scooped her up, hauling her up into his arms, grip most likely bruising as he squeezed her thigh in one hand and roughly cupped the back of her head. He stumbled, taking a few more steps before falling onto one of the dining tables; knees connecting uncomfortably with the attached metal bench, it didn’t fucking matter, nothing fucking mattered. She was already clawing at him.

He crashed his lips against her, growling loudly as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, his teeth clacking against her own in an animalistic display of dominance. She’s already making such pretty sounds for him and they’d barely done anything, she’s missed him and fuck he’s already so fucking hard.

He budged her further up the table, fully kneeling on the bench, which groaned under his weight. 

She bit his lips and pulled at his hair, and he can hardly stand it, it’d been a fucking month; he could feel himself leaking, the taught fabric over his dick becoming painful. He couldn’t stop himself, his hips already subconsciously humping the air, clothed dick rubbing against the cool metal table.

He doesn’t want to stop gripping the soft flesh of her thigh, but he wanted to know how much she missed him, just how sopping she already was for him. He removed his grip and pressed two fingers roughly against the crotch of her prison pants; she’s already soaking through them and he groans lowly.

“Fuck, lil’ sparkler, ya miss me? You’re fuckin’ soaked .” he growled against her mouth, before backing up a bit to see her expression. He’s embarrassed to admit he almost came right then and there when she looked back up at him, lips bruised and slightly bloody, pupils blown wide with lust. 

Her hand moved to his wild mane and she wound a chunk around her fist before yanking, bringing a lustful whine from him as she viciously tugged him back down.

“Don’t be so meeaannn. Rappa, please, no teasin’ be faaiirrrr.” she arched into him. 

God, she’s practically delirious for him, his cock twitched, and he humped against the table a few more times. 

He smashed his lips against hers again, drinking in her squeals as he ripped her pants from her hips and shoved a large hand into her panties. She practically screamed into his mouth when he pressed a finger into her tight heat.

“Fuuuuccckkk, dunno how ya can still be so tight aftr’ I’ve wrecked ya so many times.” he snarled against her lips, shoving a second finger into her and her back bowed in a pretty arch. “Look at ya take it.” 

He began to piston his fingers in and out of her, swallowing up her wails as she coated his hand in her slick. He knew he was going to have to be quick about this, to be honest he was surprised no one had done anything yet to to stop them, probably too scared, or maybe they’re getting off on this too. He growled at the idea, wanting to stake his claim even more.   

Hoshi scrabbled against his chest at the crook of his fingers and he felt her clamping down like a vice, he couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh; fuck he missed that feeling.

Barely allowing her to come down from her first high he pulled her closer, further beneath his huge form; using the hand that was already covered in her essence he ripped her ruined panties down her thighs before pushing his pants down (pleased that he had decided not to wear boxers this morning) just enough for his cock to spring free.

He looked down at her small trembling form, her bright eyes honed in completely to his dick that was now bobbing between them.

“Yesyesyesyes pleasepleaspleaseplease.” he heard her chanting under her breath, fuck she was practically drooling at the sight of him; his head swam and he grabbed her hips harshly.    

“Fuck, sparkler, you’re gagging for it ain’t ya?” he pressed the tip of his dick up against her. 

“Rappaaaa, Kendou.” she squirmed in his hold, trying to impale herself on him, and it takes all his remaining brainpower to not just shove inside her.

He leaned in further, lips brushing against her ear almost tenderly. 

“Have ya been a good girl?” he rumbled, lustful grin splitting his face.

He felt her turn and then she whispered back.

“No.”

The sound that broke free from his chest was a feral laugh as he leaned back slightly and plunged his cock into her completely.      

She screamed in delight, and probably a little pain, but fuck he knew she loved it, and he quickly started a brutal pace, pleasure and heat zipping up and down his spine nearly immediately.

“Fuck, missed ya Hoshi; missed your mouth.” he gave her a biting kiss. “Missed your fucking tits.” he tweaked her nipples harshly. “Missed your pretty. little. pussy.” each word punctuated with a harsh snap of his hips. “Missed watching ya barely being able to take me.” he watched how her stomach bulged each time he bottomed out in her heat.

He leaned close again, one hand fisting in her hair, the other reaching up to grip the lip of the table; he yanked her head back sharply, causing her to arch and show her pretty neck.

“Missed everything about ya.” he growled licking a wide tongue up the expanse of her throat. 

The sound she made, he promised to burn into the back of his brain for the rest of his life; and then she was coming around his thick cock, soaking him and milking him for all he was worth. At this point he’d lost all control and he savagely pounded into her, using her as his personal cock sleeve, chasing the pleasure building and crackling along his spine.

Three more harsh thrusts and he’s coming, holding her down, balls deep inside her, as he throbs. The sound that bubbles up from his chest is more the sound of a beast than a man.

He can hear her moaning and giggling as he filled her to the brim, pulse after pulse of his hot seed until it’s dripping out of her and onto the table. 

His body hummed, flushed in utter pleasure, but he already knew it wouldn’t be enough, even before he came off his high.

“More.” he growls lowly and fuck if Hoshi didn’t wiggle excitedly on his still hard cock. 

He huffed, exasperated and in absolute adoration of her eagerness; ready to flip her over and mount her like an animal. But he was suddenly being restrained, thick cables slingshotting around his biceps, forcing his arms to his sides. Even in his lust filled mindset he could figure out what was happening and he couldn’t help but laugh; the cable tightening, he could hear what he assumes are the guards finally getting their shit together with a few ‘what the fucks’ and ‘fucking christs’. The cables tug at him and he took a step back, slipping out of the petite woman, he’d rather remove himself from her; it would be gentler than being forcibly pulled away. 

“Looks like our fun is over Hoshi.” He grinned. 

Two guards appeared at his sides and he sensed there are more behind him. Two more guards and a few nurses round the table and bundle up next to Hoshi. He bristled at the idea that they thought they’d need to bring medical support; he’d never hurt her, not in anyway she didn’t want.

“Oh but daddy we were just getting started.” she whined, coy smile on her lips, she was still laying on the table completely ravaged by him. He can see the nurses recoil for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this tiny woman who had just been fucked an inch within her life, asking for more. He knows how.

He laughed straining against his bonds, the guards at his side, readying for him to struggle.

“Well kitten, are ya going to be good for next time or bad?” one of the nurses is helping her to a sitting position while the other is wrapping a blanket around her. The look she pinned him with was enough to make his cock jump again.

“Definitely bad.” she licked her lips, gaze smoldering. 

“Enough! Jesus CHRIST!” one of the guards cursed beside him, trying to shove him into turning around and marching. 

He was in a good mood now, so he turned to face the much smaller man.

“Ya gonna help me pull my pants up, cause…ya know” he flexed his biceps against the cables. “Unless ya like looking at my dick then carry on.” 

He reveled in the man’s sputtering and watched as Hoshi was ushered on shaky legs passed him.

One thing was for certain, he wouldn’t be spending another month in here, and neither would she. 

Besides prison break would be fun.

[magpie-scribbles]

Oasis

So I was thirsting in the discord earlier but I figured y'all might enjoy this little headcanon of Sub!Rappa

_****_

He's hunched over, forehead against his forearm as he leans against the wall. Fingers tight around his cock as you watch him work himself from your perch on the bed. You're sure he's imagining it's your hands not his, or better yet your lips.

You coo softly to him, urging him to continue, to go faster, watching as pre-cum dribbles over his knuckles. He's biting his lip, desperate to not make a sound; to let you know how much control you have over him in this moment in time.

It doesnt matter, his breathing; the urgency in which he thrusts into his own fist are enough to tell you how undone he's truly becoming.

When you tell him to cum, he does, snarling, hips snapping into his tight grip as he cums. Pearly liquid splashing against the floor; wave after wave until he's finally milked himself for all he's worth.

He looks to you, and you can see the flush on his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest and then...You tell him to clean his mess; your nice hardwood floors shouldn't be ruined. And it's only for you, only ever for you that he listens, falling to his hands and knees, tongue coming out to lap up the mess he'd made. Molten gold stares up at you through messy bangs and you can hardly contain the shiver that runs down your spine.

When he's done a good enough job you crook you finger at him, and he comes to you like a moth to flame. You kiss him with all the passion you have, tongue delving into his mouth to taste his release and you can hardly stand the heat that settles in your belly as you chase every last drop of his essence.

He of course has been a very good boy, and all good boys must be rewarded, so you lean back and offer your dripping pussy to him; you see him shiver as he leans in ready to worship you like a man who had just found an oasis in a desert.

[magpie-scribbles]

Gasoline (Rappa x OC Hoshi)

Chapter 1: Little Trouble

Rating: M (Whole story rated E)

Warnings: Drinking, stripping, violence, unsolicited attention

Word Count: 2.7k

Wowwie! It’s the first chapter of Rappa and Hoshi’s Origin!

Once again his scheduled fights had been a let down; squirming little pricks begging for their lives, for him to not beat them into a pulp. If they couldn’t dish it out or take it they should fuck off. The past few weeks had been like this…maybe the past few months, uppity little shits trying to show off their quirks and their power. Doesn’t do you much good when you’re gargling on your own blood and begging your opponent for mercy. His knuckles didn’t even hurt after that last fight, and they had dragged the guy outta the ring, cause he couldn’t even stand up after the beating he took. 

It wasn’t much of a rush when your opponents sucked…So after a lousy couple of fights and a less than ideal payout, he sticks to his usual routine.

He’s pretty certain the door’s on it last legs as he shoves it open; maybe because of him, but it wasn’t like he was the only restless and riled up person that came to this seedy little club. Hell he probably wasn’t the shadiest or the rudest either; though he had started a few fights here, some had been better than his matches. 

The bouncer that does jack shit, nods at him in greeting; guy probably didn’t get paid enough to take care of half the riffraff that dragged their troubles here. Most the time Rappa just watched as he hauled piss drunk sobs out, or waited until a fight ended with someone unconscious; the loser getting kicked to the curb. The only time he had ever really seen the man do anything was when someone got too handsy with the dancers or threatened one of the bartenders. 

It wasn’t like Rappa was complaining, this place was a little slice of heaven in it’s own rough way. Besides the beer was cheap and wasn’t too watered down; and it was nice to see some ass and tits after a night of beating the snot out of people. 

A drink girl passes him on his way to a seat and he orders a pitcher, she looked  him up and down for a moment as if trying to decide if she should give him one to himself before walking off agreeably. There was no way one pitcher was going to put him on his ass, especially since he downed a few burgers and nearly a whole bag of fries before he got here.

He doesn’t have a usual spot, he’s not the kind of guy that would waste time marking his territory in a place like this, where ever has a decent view is good enough for him. 

He should be grossed out by the tackiness of the chair or the grittiness of the floor as the legs scrape as he pulls it back, but hell if he was; slumping into the seat and propping up his feet on the table, completely relaxed and content.

One girl is working the stage, circling the pole with practiced ease, almost looking bored, another was giving another very overzealous patron a lap-dance. A light tap on his shoulder and he turns his head; drink tray, with a very full pitcher angled towards him. The pitcher almost looks like a normal sized mug of beer in his hand, the drink girl doesn’t even wait for him to respond, just walks off; at least she didn’t tell him to get his feet off the table.

Taking a swig he watched the show on the small poorly lit stage; he wonders if others could see it, the raw energy below the barely there clothing as the woman worked the pole. True he was a man and thought with his dick but he could also appreciate the power behind it, if anything the power was just as sexy. 

As he nurses his drink bickering piqued his interest and another patron was trying haggling the price of a lap-dance from one of the other dancers and he snorted when she pressed her foot too harshly against his nuts; daring him to try further bargaining.The man quickly paid up; too bad he was hoping for a scrap; Rappa doubted the squirrelly little businessman could have taken her.

He drains the rest of his drink, not even a buzz running through his system yet, he stared down at the foam at the bottom of the pitcher wondering if they watered it down, usually he at least felt a little relaxed. He looked around for the drink girl; the place had gotten busier, he gazes at the flickering clock on the wall they still hadn’t fixed the stupid thing. 9:12pm…at least he thought it was a 2 on the end. The business men were crawling out of their holes or away from their boring family lives, general riff raff and scum, looking for a place to get smashed. And Rappa could only hope this meant some action, this place usually saw some good tumbles after 9 and fuck where was the drink girl?

Growling he knew his seat was going to be taken if he got up to go to the bar, but maybe that meant someone would fight him for it and if that didn’t get his blood pumping. Hauling himself up and rolling his shoulders, he didn’t bother pushing his seat in. 

The place is already crowded enough that he needs to physically push his way to the bar, not that it’s hard, but he just wants a fucking drink. One guy is loudly boasting, standing right in his path and paying no attention to the behemoth seeking to get passed him. So Rappa does what he always does and lays a large hand on the mans back and shoves. There’s a scramble and some concerned gasps as the man is catapulted over a nearby table, but no one dares reprimand the beast that shoved him, especially not after they saw his sheer size.

Finally he wades through the sea of other patrons to the bar, the music is getting louder and he’s glad to at least find a seat at the bar, even if the backless chair looks comically small under him. He slams the pitcher on the counter, loud enough that it could be heard over the sound of the environment. 

“What’s a guy have to do to get a fuckin’ drink around here?” he rumbles. 

It’s almost too quick for his eyes to catch but then there’s a small head of pink hair popping up from behind the bar. Bright eyes staring him down. He had never seen her here before.

“It’s called waiting your turn!”  she quips, grabbing one of the drafts and pulling into a regular sized pint.

For a moment he wonders why she’s still kneeling and then he realizes she’s just a tiny little thing…and she’s telling him off. He’s caught off guard for a moment, most people are intimidated by him immediately but she’s…oh, well now she’s ignoring him. 

Slinging the drink down the bar towards another patron, another calls out their order and she rolls her eyes. She turns to face him, still nonplussed by his size.

“Ok, what’cha want big guy?”

He grins and goes to say something when he hears a wolf whistle.

“Look at you, you little thing!” 

She’s already bristling as she looks over her shoulder for the offender.

“Surprised they don’t have workin’ the pole up there; well why don’t you come over and sit on daddy’s lap and work somethin’ else.”

Rappa looks over, a skeevy man with slick back hair is eyeing her up and patting his thigh.

The little pink haired bartender looks back over to him, and fuck if she was directing that feral smile at him he might be a bit cautious about bite behind those teeth.

“Excuse me for a moment.” she says sweetly and bats her eyes.

She moves achingly slow towards the cat-caller, swaying her hips side to side, and, well he’d be lying to say he wasn’t watching the curve of her pretty little ass as she sauntered. 

Casually she leans on the counter, back curved enticingly and chest out as she gazes at the sleazebag that had been talking to her. Slowly she reaches out and grabs his tie, fingers gently pulling on the material. He lets himself be pulled.

“Well look at you, what a good little girl.” he growls at her, or tries to.

Rappa is very curious at this point, wondering if she’d just go with the flow and get some extra cash from the guy by taking him out back but then…

“You don’t look like a daddy.” she tilts her head, and if Rappa had a drink at the moment he’d be doing a spit take because she’s full on sucker punching the guy square in the face. The only thing keeping the man from falling backwards out of his seat her iron grip on his tie. And then she tugs him back, slamming his head into the counter before finally releasing him.

The man whines pitifully hands coming up, getting ready to catch any blood, when he finally decides to sit up.

“And ya sure don’t sound like a daddy.” she huffs, rubbing her knuckles on the back of a drink cloth. The guy is still refusing to look up at her, but he whimpers when she leans down, hand going under the bar, reaching for something Rappa can’t see. “And I ain’t a good girl.” the hand below the bar, pops up and she’s placing one of those little overly sweet, dyed cherries on his head.

She stands back up and smiles.

“That one’s on the house!” she says in a sing song voice. 

She practically skips back over to him, mood seemingly unsoured.

“Now, let’s try this again.” she leaned her elbows on the counter in front of him and rests her chin on steepled fingers. “What can I get for ya big guy.”

The smile she gives him is genuine and he can’t help but smile back and release a bellowing laugh, nudging the empty pitcher towards her.

“A refill.” he settles on his forearms, now that the commotion has settled, or at least it appeared so for now. The little bartender picks up the pitcher; where it looked comically small in his hands, it looks comically big in hers.

“You drink all this yourself?” she looks into the bottom like it might hold a clue. “Wowwza! You can pack it!” 

She seems almost excited about that, and he can’t help but find her more and more amusing. He eyes down the bar, the man she had punched is still nursing his wound, bloodied napkin pressed to his nose. Rappa sneers when the man caught his eye. 

“Whatcha havin’?” she grabs his attention as she moves over to the drafts.

“Triple IPA.” 

Immediately she recoils, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue.

“That stuff’s so bitter!” still she turning to pull more of the deep amber liquid into the pitcher.

“It’s gotta good alcohol content.” he replies smartly.

“So do Martini’s and Pimm’s!” she shoots back.

“I ain’t drinkin’ pussy drinks.” he drums his figures against the bar, maybe that would get a rise out of her, he was interested to see more of her reactions.

“I Ani’T DrinKIn’ PuSsy DrINks.” she mocks, slamming the pitcher back down on the counter dangerously close to one of his hands, some of the beer sloshing over the side and onto his fingers. “At least they don’t taste like piss.”

He grabs the refill and takes a long swig, watching as she pops and few cherries into her mouth…and a few green olives…

“And how would you know what piss tastes like?” he arches his eyebrows after as satisfying swallow and foul smirk pulls at his lips. He wonders if she’ll punch him.

She observes the lemon wedge in her hand for a moment before biting into it.

“And why would I tell you? Maybe it’s a dirty secret.” she says around the wedge as she continues to suck on the sour fruit.

He nearly spits out his next gulp of beer. 

“Sakuretsu!” someone calls from behind him, and he watches as the drink girl pushes her way through the crowd, looking rather annoyed. “Stop. eating. all. the. GARNISH!”

The small bartender, no, Sakuretsu sags dramatically and throws the lemon away. That’s a mouth full of a name for something so small. She starts removing empty glasses from the other woman’s tray and putting new ones on. 

“So, Sakuretsu-” he begins when the drink girl walks off with her orders.

“Ugh, no.” she whines and he cocks his head. “Hoshi, my name is Hoshi.” she says something else under her breath but he can’t make it out. 

“Well, Hoshi, you won’t tell me why ya know what piss tastes like, will ya tell me why I haven’t see ya here before?” he’s already halfway done with his pitcher and he’s finally starting to feel the buzzing through his body.

“I got some friends, pulled some strings.” she’s not shy in her answer and he has a feeling her friends probably aren’t good people. “Guess you can’t exactly go around nicking people’s wallets for all your chump change. So a real bonafide job is the way ta’ go, it’s a lot less fun though.” so she was a little pickpocket.

“Awfully honest.” he rumbles leaning closer. She works fast, seemingly already good at the job she had just gotten.

“No point in lyin’, it’s beatin’ around the bush! ‘Sides you don’t seem like the type to be an undercover boy.” she waves him off almost boredly, and then suddenly she’s in front of him smiling. “I bet’cha you’re one of them underground fighters!” 

He can smell the citrus from the lemon she had been eating, and fuck she’s a cute little thing; with the alcohol thrumming through him he can definitely feel his dick twitch.

“And you’d be right.” he rumbles, leaning a little closer wondering if he’d scare her off.  

“You probably knock the snot outta them!” she says excitedly, fuck the fact that she seems into it definitely has him even more interested.

He has to pull away to to clear his head, which he completely ruins by finishing off the rest of his beer; dammnit and he needs another, especially if this little bartender was going to keep toying with him, he wonders if she even knows what she’s doing. Pushing the pitcher back he taps plastic with a blunt nail, his eyes hooded, the lopsided smirk pulling at his lips dangerously close to something he might wear in the bedroom. She doesn’t seem to notice his primal look.

“Wow, you’re a fuckin’ BEAST!” she grabs the pitcher in awe. He’d definitely like to hear those words again.

She turns to fill it up again and he takes the chance to dig the heel of his hand roughly against his dick. Fuck… true he’s gotten hard from the girls here before but that was the strippers; maybe getting another drink wasn’t a smart idea, but Rappa wasn’t a smart man.

She gives him the refill but it’s hard to pay attention to beer because she’s crooking her pretty painted finger at him and he leans in. She glances around quickly before pulling a card out of her top. 

“Took that sleazebag’s card.” she looks very happy with herself. “And!” she flicks it. “I’ll pay off your tab with it if ya get me into watch one of the fights for free.”  

He still had enough brain power to consider her deal. True the entry fees went to pay the fighters, but his prize money was going directly into the pitcher in front of him. It honestly wasn’t much of a decision at this point with a good portion of his blood running straight to his dick rather than his brain and the rest singing with alcohol.

“Deal.” 

“Yes! bloodbath! “ she pumps her fist and grins at him. “This is gonna be fun!”     

[kinkyacademia]

For mod pasta! I’m so happy you’re open for request! May I request rappa‘s s/o putting his wild main of hair into a bun for him since it always gets in his eyes when he fights please? I love fluff so much! Thank you for your time!

AW this is the content I live for. I accidentally made it slightly sexual, but hey, this is a sexual blog amarite? It’s still sfw though, tell me how you like it!Btw, I am performing an e x p e r i m e n t

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

“Yes?” Kendo raised his head as he pulled his boxers on, the morning dawn just rising. You, still naked from the night before, shivered as cold air hit your bare chest.

“C’mere,” You motioned with your hand, and he blinked a couple of times and shuffled closer with a cute, flustered smirk.

“I don’t think I have time for another round, I’m real sorry love-”

“No, lean down, and turn around will you?” You snapped with a laugh, and he jolted in surprise at your loudness and did as you said.

“Why?” He sat on his legs, being tall enough for you to sit on the bed and reach his head perfectly.

“Just wait,” You started to gather his hair, but it was tangled and knotted, making it difficult to do.

“Wait, if you’re doing wha’ I think yah are, stop. My hair’s fine,” You snickered at this, and as he tried to move away, you yanked his hair back.

“Nope. Stay here hun, I have to brush it out first,” You got up, giving him an excellent view of your body as you slipped a nightgown on and exited the room. In his momentary daze of seeing you like that, he realized that he was the only one who knew you had nothing on under that gown.

And that he was about to be in a lot of pain.

-

“This is absolutely stupid! Come o-ON–OW!” He grunted in pain as you tugged back. The only thing keeping him from just walking out from your torture was your bare legs over his shoulders as you worked sitting on the bed with his back against the side. Your sweet, raw smell was too much to leave, and he was wondering if he should skip his job for just today; he already skipped breakfast. The things you did to this man, and the things he did for you…

“Alright, alright, I’ll be quick,” You teased with a snicker, and then proceeded to finish brushing his mat of hair out. Then you gathered it, running your fingers through it and humming out of satisfaction, enough to let a soft whisper out, “So soft…”

The small choking noise that Kendo made was absolutely adorable. He covered his mouth as his cheeks stained in a blush, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down, “God, you’re the most adorable thing on this earth.”

“Oh shut up,” His mumble caught your attention, and you pulled the ponytail back so you could lean over and peck his lips, giving him stern eyes.

“Nope, can’t make me,” You then grinned, grabbing two hair ties (One would just break), and finishing his ponytail. You then hugged his head, kicking your legs out gracefully and gently letting them rest on his abs. He grabbed your arms in a general way to hug you back.

“I’ll go see what yah’ve done,” he reluctantly got up, glancing down at you with a small chuckle before going to the small mirror on his door that you put up. His eyes widened, and he felt the top of his head and then glanced back at you with aw.

“Is it good?” You crossed your arms in mock pride, and he nodded enthusiastically as he walked back over to your still spread legs and stood between them, towering over you like a gentle giant.

“I thought I’d hate it, but it ain’t too bad,” He decided that work could wait an hour. He leaned forward, and you fell back with him onto the bed, hugging him and allowing him to hold your smaller form and cuddle you, “Thanks.”

“Your welcome, Kendo. Now get to work,”

“Mmm, but I’m gonna spend some time with you and be late,” You perked up at this, pulling back and looking at his beat red face.

“Turn over.” The demand was final, and he willingly obliged. You straddled his waist, leaning down and pressing your lips to his own. You rested your forehead against his own, hands moving to his shoulders, “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” He nodded, and you chuckled before nipping his jaw and causing him to groan in annoyance and grab your hips.

“At least I have something to pull.”

[kinkyacademia]

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Why hewwo there, guys, gals and nonbinary pals. I heard you're taking in Christmas-themed villain requests. May I ask for Nemoto and Rappa (poly, not poly, fine with whatever's easier, if only one character then pls Nemoto he's my husband) going on a mall/plaza date? Christmas shopping and mall food (that's what you do at the mall, right?) Thank you and I apologise if it will be problematic, I'm too late etc. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) signing off.

Mmm I’m gonna do each separately because I love both of these boys! Btw, thank you for recognizing me, the nonbinary beeb~!HEck is it obvious that I chose a favourite?

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝9

Shin Nemoto:

☂️ He didn’t realize that you were serious at first. You, having been quite the long term crush of his, were a person of little lies. You had never lied to him, and he was baffled at this. You were simply always truthful, and that wasn’t the only reason he had this goddamn crush on you; you’re a very straightforward, no bullshit, knows what they want kind of person - he needs this sort of level in his life. So, when you ask him out on a date to the mall, he’s in shambles.

☂️ It’s a yes, it’s a yes faster than you can say “Toucan Man.” He tries not to seem too dressy, but he obviously way overdose it when you’re only wearing partially fancy attire. He arrives ten minutes early, and you arrive ten minutes late. He didn’t mind, though - you said that you might be late.

☂️ He hasn’t gone Christmas shopping in years. He’s foreign to the ugly sweater trend, and he gapes at the large assortment of sugary Christmas goods. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he will; he has a huge sweet tooth.

☂️ He will buy the entire story of candy (other than the red licorice), and he will forget to tell you that he fantasized about feeding you some of the larger lollipops. Just Nemoto stuff, right?

☂️ He’s only ever eaten the general food at the Yakuza compound or whatever he can get himself, so the mall food is actually quite normal for him. He buys it for the both of you, a bit shy in sharing though. You hold your chopsticks out for him to try your yellowtail, but he gets overwhelmed and lets a single lie slip out, “I don’t like yellowtail.”

☂️ He instantly pauses, his eyes wider than saucers. He just lied to you. This is what you do to him, isn’t it? He instantly corrects himself, going a little overboard, “No, no, I like yellowtail, you just flustered me is all. I did not mean to lie, I am absolutely sorry - “

☂️ It’s best to cut him off with a kiss before he breaks into a sweat.

Kendo Rappa:

🥈 “YES! Town plaza date, whoop-! wait, date?” 

🥈 He’s so giddy and shook. He hadn’t even thought about asking you out to a Christmas Date, he had simply kept pushing off asking you out longer and longer until he eventually set you on a pedestal.

🥈 He absolutely loves everything about the date. He wears his least tattered clothing, actually removing his mask for the first time in a while, and shaves. You can tell that he tried to trim his hair a little bit shorter and gave up halfway, putting it up in a rough ponytail that must have been held together with a steel hair tie.

🥈 After seeing it so many times on TV, he brings you flowers that he definitely did not pick out himself. The little old lady trimming them was quite nice, though, and could tell he had good intentions, so she helped him pick them out. He kind of just arrived and shoved them towards you. Seeing his face for the first time was awe-striking, but seeing him smile so widely at your blush was mesmerizing.

🥈 He wants to see the lights with you, having really been a fan of Christmas his whole life, but he gives in to Christmas shopping too. He ends up buying Christmas lights for the Hideout in an attempt to make it “less dreary,” but he ends up having to put them on the inside on Chisaki’s orders.

🥈 He shows you a food cart that he used to visit all the time after matches, using the money he won to buy himself all that the poor man had. The seller was delighted to have his highest paying customer come back after a year or so of being gone, and Kendo bought you all that you could eat. It wasn’t really comfort food for the holidays, but you liked it anyways when you saw Kendo order half the freaking menu.

🥈 He really, really wants to hold your hand when you pause at the large tree in the middle of the town square. The awe in your eyes is absolutely cute, but he knows he should ask before doing. It’s like an angel and a devil sitting on his shoulders, screaming, “Do it!” “Don’t, she doesn’t want to!”

🥈 He ends up having to lean down slightly (due to his height) and slip his fingers into your own, causing your cheeks to burst into a bright red that was not because of the chilly weather. He laughs deeply, opening his jacket up for you to hide in from embarrassment.

🥈 You both are warm in there, and it’s also where you share your first kiss. He’s a grinning mess, and you have to remind him that you need to go back to the hideout lest you both catch a cold.

[seashanties-and-tales-blog]

oooh so ive had this idea for a ehile because im a slut for mythology, so hcs about Gods! Tomura, Overhaul, and Rappa (i personally see Tomura as The God of Decay and Ruin but i wanna see ur take on it!!) ✌🏽😷

Cool request! What if BNHA was like, Midoriya having to defeat all of the different Gods? Midoriya is Kratos

Tomura: 

◾️ The God of Decay.

◾️ Rather than destruction, he is the God of all things related to natural decay. Death, illness, the wilting of flowers - he controls all of that. He cannot revert a state of death or illness, only move it along.

◾️ He intervenes with the lives of mortals because he enjoys knowing he has power over them.

Overhaul:

◾️ God of Restoration.

◾️ He can destroy only to restore something to a healthier or better state. Because his ability is powerful, he does not intervene much with mortals.

◾️ When he does use his power, it’s usually for some sort of selfish gain. He accepts sacrifices and pledges.

Rappa: 

◾️ God of Destruction.

◾️ Has immense strength that he can grant to mortals if he so chooses. His goal is that he wants to see them fight and reveal the strongest of them all.

◾️ He is not an evil God but he is not kind either. He does things on his own accord when he so feels like it.

[seashanties-and-tales-blog]

If it's alright, headcanons for Rappa, Twice,and Muscular with their pregnant civilian s/o. How would they feel finding out about it and how would they be throughout the months up till the little one(s) arrive? Keep up the fabulous writing and may m*neta continue to prevent any hate for you!

even though I just got this request now, I’m doing it now. Because Rappa.

Also thank you haha for once Mineta has done some good

Rappa:

◾️ Actually might not be a bad father. 

◾️ When he finds out about it, his initial reaction is actually happiness. Although he’s the type who doesn’t want to be tied down, doesn’t want commitment, he won’t walk out on you. 

◾️ The worst thing having to do with him and his kid is that, because of the way he lives his life, things are unpredictable. He could get arrested or killed. His wife/girlfriend or kid could get hurt. 

◾️ He does tell you that if anything ever happens to him, tell your kid everything about his father. Don’t leave anything out. 

◾️ Wants to be an example of a real man for the kid.

◾️ He tries to keep his work and fighting completely separate from his family. It’s extremely important to him to not endanger them.

◾️ When you’re pregnant, he’ll come home more often with random gifts for the baby. 

◾️ Since he’s pretty huge he insists on doing any necessary decorating or physical labor. He doesn’t let you do anything at all, since he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. 

◾️ He carries you around a lot.

◾️ If you ask him to go out at 2 AM to get you food, he’ll do it. But he’ll complain. If you ask him to give you a massage, he’ll do it. But he’ll complain.

◾️ Stares at your stomach with pride the more round it gets.

◾️ It makes him feel manly when he takes care of you, so you just let him do as he pleases.

◾️ When he first feels the baby kick, he knows that they’re going to be a good fighter. 

◾️ Doesn’t trust the Precepts around you so he keeps it quiet. 

◾️ Calls the baby his little scrapper

◾️ Plans on teaching the kid everything about fighting and how to be tough without needing weapons.

◾️ He might not be able to be present when you give birth. However, there are medics who work with villains so he may get connections through there rather than an official hospital.

Twice:

◾️ He freaks out.

◾️ Really he’s not sure what to do. Half of him is ecstatic, half of him is both terrified and frustrated.

◾️ In the end, both halves of him agree that he loves you too much to leave you. Maybe he’ll love this kid too.

◾️ Twice is afraid that he’ll be a bad father. He tries his best though, and is more comfortable the longer the months go on.

◾️ As expected, he’s protective of you. He’s not sure at first if he trusts the League around you, but realizes soon that they won’t actually hurt you. 

◾️ So he feels okay with letting you be around them if he has to go take care of something and can’t watch you. 

◾️ Even Tomura is fine with it. He just doesn’t want it getting in the way. Toga and Compress are both his most trusted members around you.

◾️ Ends up buying a whole grocery store for the kitchen. You are all stocked up for all your cravings and needs.

◾️ You can get him to massage you or make a bath for you so easily. You truly have Twice in the palm of your hands. 

◾️ He enjoys taking baths with you, sitting behind you while you rest against his chest. It relaxes his mind and he’ll just bury his face against your neck. Often he’ll find his hands absentmindedly rubbing your belly.

◾️ As time goes on, he begins to realize through the flurry of emotions that he doesn’t just love you, he loves your child. 

◾️ It’s something he probably comes to terms with while you’re sleeping and he’s just observing you. The fact that he made something that the two of you will share makes him feel like he’s done something good in his life.

◾️ Adamant on never having you or the kid involved in what he does. He’s fine with your child being a villain though, just… not right off the bat. 

◾️ He also wants your child to grow up with a good, happy life no matter what. 

◾️ He’s also kind of afraid that the baby will be scared of him.

Muscular:

◾️ Likely to be the worst parent of the three.

◾️ In many cases, he’ll walk out. Deny that it’s his or admit it but just won’t care. However, assuming he loves you, he doesn’t leave.

◾️ The most romance you’ll get from him is that he’s adamantly protective of you while you’re pregnant. And not pregnant. He’s like 10x more protective of you now though.

◾️ When he’s out in public with you and anyone so much as looks at you wrong, they very well may be dead.

◾️ He does want to be the best father that he can manage to be. Being there for his kid, not putting them in harm’s way. However he won’t be happy if his kid becomes a hero.

◾️ At least wants his kid to be strong and powerful. He really hopes for that.

◾️ Is anxious that the baby will be scared of him. Not only because he’s huge, but because of his eye. This is actually the time that you see Muscular the most vulnerable, and you reassure him that your baby will love him no matter what.

◾️ He’ll rub your stomach and rest his head against it, but only while you’re asleep. 

◾️ He used to grab your ass or hips without thinking, but now he starts to place his hand against your stomach.

◾️ Much less argumentative with you now that you’re pregnant. He definitely controls his anger more.

◾️ He teases you when you waddle around or can’t reach something, but will always help you anyways. Never just lets you struggle, especially since seeing you that way sparks a protective instinct within him.

[kurinhimenezu]

THIS KNUCKLEHEAD GONNA WRAP ME IN BUBBLEWRAP 😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

And it's okay ! 🥺❤️ I was willing to wait for it cause I love you 😘💖💖 :D

Hi! Your bio doesn't say if your requests are open but if they're not feel free to ignore this ^^ Can I request a short fic or scenario with Rappa and an s/o who wants to learn how to fight? But Rappa is kinda apprehensive cause his baby love is smol and doesn't want to accidentally smush them? 🥺❤️ Thank you so much! I love your fics!! ☕

(Soft Rappa Hours. Sorry it took so long to get to this. The requests are open, but you send them at your own risks lol. They usually end up getting stuck behind 40 others that I have to answer first. Anyway, thanks for the patience. I apologize again!!!)

~Little Death Machine~

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To say you were spoiled was an understatement. Rappa would roll over and do just about anything for you because you were just too damn precious to him. It doesn’t matter your height, because he’s still huge compared to you. Because you’re so small and cute to him, he can’t help but give you whatever you ask for...

Except this time.

No, this time Kendo needed to put his foot down and tell you know. But damned if you’re not making it hard on him with that cute little pout of yours from across the kitchen table. You two had a stand off with each other before he groaned, rolled his eyes, and started to dig into his waffles again. “No way Pipsqueak. I aint doing it, so you might as well drop it just this once.” He told you sternly, trying to avoid your cute little pout and those soft (e/c) puppy dog eyes. He thought he could ignore you but you slammed your hands on the kitchen table and stood up so he’d look at you. “Teach me how to fight right now Kendo!!! I need to know these things because what if somebody attacks me one day.” You tried to lure him over the line. He simply huffed and put the fork down. “Then I’ll just beat the shit out of them. Problem solved.” You groaned and shook your head. “Noooooo!!! What if you aren’t around to help me? What if it’s a single moment that could’ve been prevented had I just known how to properly defend myself.” He sighed and looked up at you. 

‘Damn...y/n got me on that one.’

“Alright fine. Go put your shoes on and follow me outside to the backyard.” He waved you off and you rushed into the bedroom to find your comfy shoes. When you go out the to the backyard to find him, you giggle at the sight in front of you. “Just what exactly are you going to do with that big ass roll of bubble wrap, Kendo?” You questioned him as he tried to cut the end of the sealing plastic. “I’m gonna make you put it on like a suit so you can be safe during this.” He admitted nonchalantly. “Oh no sir! You aren’t going to make me put that on. I don’t need it and it’ll just make me uncomfy or slow me down. C’mon, just teach me all normal like.” You put your hands up into fists and got into a goofy fighting stance. Rappa sighed and moved far away from you. “Just stand over there and punch the air for a bit. I wanna see your form!” You nodded and did just as he said. He had to hold back a little laughter before speaking up. “That was very funny y/n, now do it for real.”

“Rappa...that WAS for real.”

“Oh shit...then you really are hopeless at this thing. Here...” He approached you carefully and stood behind you. He reached to grab your arms and adjust your stance. “Move them out like this and don’t pull away so soon. Try to twist into the hit. Oh, and un-ball your fists and re-ball them the right way. If you have them balled up like that then you’ll break your thumb trying to fight someone.” You listened and took in all the information he was feeding you before you went to punch the air again. This time you must’ve been doing good because he was simply clapping. He was also keeping his distance as well. Eventually you got tired of hitting nothing and you stretched your arms out. “Rappaaaaa...are you gonna fight me now?” You looked at him with a hopeful expression. “No way in hell would I ever fight you y/n. I mean, you’re quirkless and so little. I’d kill yah even if I weren’t using my quirk to fight. The answer is a Hell No.” He crossed his arms and looked away from your pout. Eventually he knew he couldn’t look away for long. He could feel those watery eyes burning into his soul. He soon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah shit...Well I suppose I outta at least let you land a few hits on me or somethin. But NOT NOW! You gotta get better at hitting nothing. After that, I’ll let you hit my punching bags. Then I’ll let you hit the conditioning board. Maybe in another 5 years, I’ll let you fight me for 2 minutes.”

“FIVE YEARS!?!?!?”

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