#rappa kendou x oc

[burnedbyshoto]

Burn Out

pairing: rappa kendou x hoshi (oc)

warning: smuttish, fem-dom, cursing, mention of daddy kink

word count: 700

a/n: this is for @magpie-scribbles, I apologize that its so short, rappa still scares me a bit to write but I love your oc with him sm

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“I don’t need this bullshit, why the hell am I waiting?!”

Rappa growls for what could have been the hundredth time in the past five minutes.

Five minutes was way too long in a test of his patience, why he had even agreed to this was completely unbeknownst to him. All he knew is that Hoshi had this look in her eyes that made his blood turn firey hot, the animalistic grin on her face enticing as she shoved him down to the couch. How someone who was so goddamn small could push him around like that really had him going, his lil’ sparkler was intoxicating to him and always left him craving more.

He pushes up off the couch, his face cemented over into a snarl as he storms across the room to the closed door. Who the hell did she think she was?!

Without thinking his fist came slamming down against the door, splintering it on impact as he pushed through the debris. His eyes scanned the empty room, what the fuck?

Suddenly he felt himself being thrown onto the bed, his arms locked behind him, ankles stapped to the bedpost. Immediately he felt himself turning hard, his hips jutting against the rough fabric of his shorts as he looked for his tiny girlfriend. He found her looming by his feet. His eyes widened as Hoshi’s body dimmed down to her normal state, her purple hair braided as she grinned at him.

“What took ya so long, pumpkin? You waited five whole minutes before barging in, I’m shocked!” Hoshi exclaimed as she walked closer to the bed.

Rappa’s eyes locked on her, an eyebrow raised at the way his small sparkler rested on her elbows by the edge of the bed. He followed his gaze down her body seeing the bright red and white lingerie that dressed her body.

“I was tryna see what the fuck you were up to,” Rappa chuckles as Hoshi hums in understanding as she mounts his waist. It was the smallest of touch, but just seeing her barely clothed pussy rub sinfully against the large tent in his sweats was enough to send his hips snapping up against his. “Now I see you were being a naughty girl.”

“Hm I guess you still haven’t gotten it through ya head on how naughty I’m going to be right now,” Hoshi giggles as she grinds hard against his throbbing dick. “You’re not going to be my daddy right now, you’re my bitch, pumpkin.” 

A territorial growl escapes Rappa’s throat, but Hoshi was two steps ahead as she grabs the bangs that cover his eyes and pull it back sharply. The growl stops dead in his throat as she raises off his strained cock so that her mouth presses against his ear.

“I expect to be followed to the slightest of detail, and I expect you to submit. You don’t want to see your mistress upset do you?”

“I could give two shits about if I upset you, lil’ sparkler, let daddy show you a good time,” Rappa growls as he tries sitting up, but Hoshi slams him back down with unheard strength. Her face is close to his and a chill runs down his back.

She was serious.

So very serious that for the first time Rappa actually wanted to follow her every command. He shivered before a smirk overcomes his features.

“If you want to wear the strap in this relationship--” he knocked her back onto his cock and ground against her thin panties-- “you better fucking fight for it, sparkle, or else you might just fuckin burn out.”

Hoshi’s smirk grows as she presses herself hard down against him to the point where he let out a pained hiss.

“I can deal with bratty bitches, this’ll be a piece of cake.”

[love-toxin]

room service; rappa/oc.

a/n: this was a piece one of my lovely commissioners allowed me to post, featuring their oc and rappa. rough sex, size difference, drugs, shotgunning, overstim, creampie, biting/blood, possessiveness, established relationship, lemon. 

word count: 3.8k

The bag she once had been shouldering fell with a thump atop the chair nearby, shoes flung off at such high speeds they hit the opposite wall and left a little skid behind. She brushed it off, though, and sauntered over to the bed to collapse into it--the room had been cheap anyways, with cobwebs in the corners and sleazy-looking men slinking in and out of the lobby, so a few dents weren't gonna make any difference. 

She felt a smirk twitch up on her lips. Besides, she and her pumpkin were gonna leave a much bigger mess by the time they had to skedaddle in the morning. 

Hand shooting out to grab the remote off the nightstand, Hoshi sat up with a jolt, and aimed it towards the television to flick it on. News coverage, click, weather report, click, Spanish game show, click-

Bingo. An adult channel locked behind a paywall--and all she'd need was some poor sap's credit card, where in the world would she ever find one of those? Snickering, she pulled the little green card out of her bra, the greasy clerk at the check-in counter too occupied with the size of her lover to notice--and in moments she had it unlocked, and a plethora of free porn at her fingertips. Plenty enough to distract herself while Rappa was out doing some quick errand for Overhole…

Kicking off her bottoms and tearing off her top quicker than ever, she turned up the volume on a particularly raunchy video, with a hulking man that just so happened to resemble her lover, paired with a petite girl that barely measured up to his stomach. Hoshi stuffed her hand down her panties, already rubbing on her sensitive lips...when an idea hit her, and she paused the video for a second to scurry over to her bag, upturning it without care to everything that spilled on to the floor. Lucky for her, she'd actually remembered to roll a blunt in advance--several in fact, and scooping them up along with her lighter, she jumped back in bed to toss the extras on the nightstand, before popping one in her mouth and striking up a little flame to light it. 

"Thank fuck…"

Of every method she'd ever been forced to try, nothing calmed her down quite like pot. True, she still ended up being about ten times as jumpy and hyperactive as a normal human being--but it was definitely a shift in energy, and she liked it, taking a deep puff of the joint before lazily slipping a finger past her wet folds.

Some kind of time passed, the puffs of smoke and the mellow buzz in her limbs fogging up all of her senses...on the screen she watched the preppy little slut get her guts rearranged by the absolute behemoth on top of her, a giggle rising from her throat as she watched the actress scream in a hazy mixture of pleasure and pain. It was a more than familiar scene, except Kendou fucked in a much more savage way than some underpaid porn star--he was like an animal, a beast with a hunger for sex that never seemed to be satiated. 

The speed of her fingers picked up, and a moan slipped out around the cigarette in her mouth, her walls pulsing around nothing as she bucked up into her hand. She didn’t bother with how soaked her panties had gotten already, too involved in thoughts of her baby absolutely ripping into her like he had done so many times before--she fantasized about the painful stretch of her too-small pussy around his too-huge cock, about the rabid humping of her cunt while he yanked so hard on her hair, of the tight squeeze around him as her belly swelled with thick, virile cum, that burst out in blazing spurts and filled her up like no one else ever could. It was always difficult to really get into fucking herself on her fingers, when they were so small compared to the throbbing knob she was used to…

But that was remedied the second that the front door was kicked open, chunks splintering all over the floor as it crashed against the wall that stopped it. And standing in the doorway was her big, bad Rappa, chest heaving and pants already tight. 

“How’s my little sparkler, eh? Blow up some unlucky bastard while I was out?”

She shot up like a bullet, blunt nearly falling out of her mouth as she spread her arms wide open and squealed his name--and grabbing the edge to slam it shut behind him, the mangled door hanging crooked by his untamed strength, Rappa took only two heavy steps forwards before he was on top of her. He didn’t even need to bother taking off the plague mask--she ripped it off herself, the excitable villain already scrambling to press their lips together and dig her nails into his shoulders, only stopped for a moment so he could take the cigarette from her mouth and hold it aside. 

He didn’t even need to touch her to know how she’d been spending her time alone--the thick scent of her arousal had mixed with the smoke from the joint she’d been puffing on, to create a haze strong enough to force a growl to rise from his chest. The only thing that could make this better would be the heated smell of blood in the air--but based on how desperate they both were to tear into each other, that was definitely a future possibility. His hand practically dwarfed her ass, grabbing one of the soft cheeks to give it a rough squeeze, and the moan that he earned from his precious little shit-starter just made his arousal stir even more. 

“Fuckin’ cute little thing, makin’ it so hard not to split your little pussy in half…” 

She groaned at that, already bucking her hips up to try and grind down on his arm. When she wanted his cock, she got it--and when he wanted to stretch her so tight she felt like she was gonna tear in two, he wasn’t gonna let anything stand in his way.

“Then don’t hold back, big guy--I think your dick missed me, huh? Don’t you wanna make up the time, baby?” 

Hoshi only seemed to be able to speak through open-mouthed kisses, her teasing barely audible when she had her tongue already halfway down Kendou's throat. And God, if he could have just fucked her right then, no prep or lubrication needed...it seemed to be that his precious little sparkler was a magnet for him, presenting all his kinks and his deepest fantasies in the form of an adorable, itty-bitty villain with a fucked-up head. And he couldn't have asked for a better woman to take both his cock and his heart. 

“Nnh...ya still got all them aches from the last time, and still you’re rubbin’ on me wantin’ more...I bet you ain’t gonna stop til you choke on this dick, huh?”

With only one hand, he could completely cup her between her legs, the heel of his palm bumping against her clit, before he slipped two long, thick fingers inside her. His muscles rippled against her body, his presence intimidating like a fox about to devour a mouse...but the way he murmured in that growling tone against her ear made her shiver, and it just made her lust for him grow even stronger. With a chuckle that resonated through his entire body, Rappa set the joint he’d been holding between his lips, and took a deep inhale while she squirmed and panted underneath him. Somehow, in her desperation-fueled groping, she managed to yank the waist of his trousers down, though not enough to get at what she wanted--and she didn’t have the opportunity to either, when Kendou grabbed hold of her jaw and dug his blunt nails into her skin, forcing her to part her lips.

“Mnnh..”

In one breath, he blew a cloud into her open mouth, the smoke prickling the sensitive skin of her throat and sending a unique tingle into her blood. Inside, he dared her to moan as he curled his fingers inward, searching out that soft spot that would make her legs shake...and slipping one more in, he made sure to scissor them and stretch her out in preparation of what was to come. Quite honestly, she could do without the pot--Kendou was a drug by himself, especially when he smirked down at her from above, the smoldering joint dropped into the ashtray on the nightstand. Lord only knew how fucked her body would end up if they could do this all day, every day, and she would never have a single regret. 

“...Like that, my lil’ sparkler?” 

The way he grunted should have been illegal, and based on all the crimes he had committed even just today, it probably was. With a breathy giggle on her end, she blew the smoke back into his face, after it had done its job in her lungs--and for a second, she got a glimpse of those eyes underneath his bangs. If Rappa were a hero...well, all that she could say was that he would probably be pretty sought after. But she liked it better this way...when nobody would dare to try and get with him, especially when they knew she was close by. 

“Heh...hell yeah...emphasis on ‘my’?”

A snarky grin split wide across his face. Finally pulling his soaked fingers out of her, and after he managed to tug his pants down the rest of the way with an absence of anything underneath, his palms pressed downwards over her curves, drinking in all of that soft, smooth skin...until they came to a halt on her hips, and she felt the heat of his dick throbbing between her legs, as he let it rest momentarily against her belly. Something as thick, solid, and girthy as that...it could only be classified as a weapon of mass destruction. 

“Always.”

The head of his cock caught on her slicked-up lips, but as soon as he angled himself right and pressed in deep, an uncontrollable moan rose from her chest. Her muscles contracted tightly at first, but with her breathing eventually coming slower as he allowed her to adjust, she soon felt loose enough to let him move properly. Well, ‘properly’ was putting it loosely--he was fucking huge, so there was no doubt that she was gonna be sore. Something like that was probably never meant for a little thing like her...but it only added to the excitement, in the end. 

“Kendou-”

Her voice was practically a purr in the back of her throat now, cheeks flushed dark enough that it looked as though she had a fever--and that was only the beginning. By the time they were finished, she was certain she’d be hoarse, limp, and still begging for more. 

“Mh...so fuckin’ tight...gonna blow already, that’s how fuckin’ crazy you make me..” 

The skin of his palms rubbed roughly against her soft tits, sitting heavy and full in his massive hands. All she needed was a thumb brushing over her pert nipples, and she was a squirmy mess underneath him--wiggling on his dick like she was trying to get him to move, her back already arching far off the well-used mattress. Once old Overhole had gotten all that he wanted, and he had the opportunity to finally kill him for real, maybe he could buy his baby the softest mattress on the planet. Two, actually--since he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from breaking the first one when he was fucking her into a dazed stupor. 

“Quit teasin’, Rappa…c’mon..”

“That’s Kendou to you, my pretty lil’ pet..”

He revelled in the cry that he ripped from her throat, as his hips rocked hard into her--and her walls immediately began to throb, as he picked up the pace quick to slam into her, at a speed that would have broken most. But Hoshi was used to it--not only that, she fucking craved it like it was food, or water, or breathing. 

“Feel that, sparkler? Fuck, this is my favourite part..”

So vulnerable by this point, she had no resistance towards the behemoth inside her pushing her knees further apart, nearly pressing them against the mattress to catch a glimpse of what he so often inflicted upon her. And, one of the many reasons he loved her adorable, pliable size. 

Heavy breaths caused his chest to puff out even wider than normal, as he looked down on the noticeable bulge in his beloved’s stomach. His strokes slowed and became longer, just so he could watch the rise and stretch of Hoshi’s skin, his cock undoubtedly making an imprint that would never go away. Nobody loved her nearly as much as he did, he was absolutely certain--Hoshi was his whole world, after all--so if there was anyone that had the right to stir up her guts and make his mark on her, it would always be him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck--Kendou-! Fuck!” 

She gripped the sheets so tightly she was certain there would be holes left behind, but there was little that could be done to get her to care--not when Kendou was fucking her into next year, his balls slapping heavily against her ass almost louder than she was moaning. All that mindless teasing she had done to herself beforehand was proving itself effective, or, maybe it was just the amount of pot she had smoked all at once--but her end was coming upon her faster and faster, and before she could fully prepare herself, her walls were spasming around Kendou’s shaft, and heat rushed through her veins so fast she felt a headrush coming on. For normal people, maybe their lover would take the chance to slow down, and take her down from her high themselves--but bless her baby, he took her sudden orgasm as a challenge. 

“You ain’t nowhere near done, my lil’ supernova...how many times you think I can make you cum before you pass out?”

The burn in her pussy as she wasn’t allowed to recover eventually slipped into a blazing arousal once again, the feel of ridges, veins, and the spongy head of his cock causing her brain to turn into mush. She knew every hidden spot, every angle, every flick of the tongue against him to make him see stars--and it was all the same that he knew all the tricks he could pull off to have her screaming herself into oblivion. 

And there was no better time than the present to start, as he thrust inside her completely before pulling back out to the tip, starting right back up into the furious pace he had been keeping before. Kendou was more beast than human, his arousal like a heat, and the way he fucked like an animal desperately trying to breed, and it was never more obvious than when he was rutting into her as feverishly as right now. The feeling of his hands slipping underneath her knees went unnoticed, but only until he lifted them up and pressed her legs up against her shoulders, pinning her down to make it even easier to lay into her. Whether they had a proper bed or not, or even had privacy or didn’t, nothing could stop him from hitting that angle that never failed to make Hoshi scream to high heaven. 

“Heh, fuckin’ like that, kitten? Ya like Kendou stuffin’ your lil’ pussy?”

She could barely hear it over the sound of her own panting, but the slick, meaty paps from where they were joined filled the once quiet air of the motel room, the combined mix of their fluids lubing him up well enough to keep up the brutal pace. And even if his insatiable desire wasn’t enough, he swore she was sucking him in even as he pulled away, her body craving him just as much as the rest of her did. 

“Mmnh...I’d like to see those lil’ friends of yours try and fuck you like this...I bet you’d just break their dicks, filthy little princess..”

Shifting his knees up closer, he could afford to let her legs down to hitch around his waist--and from there, he could move up into a full mating press, a wobbly groan lifted from his throat at the feeling of something so soft inside her, kissing the tip of his swollen cock and pulling him in even further. 

“...Oh, fuck! Fuck me harder! God, feels so good, baby..”

He tilted his head to the side only slightly, to listen closer--and it took just a few seconds for him to chuckle, and turn back to what he had been focusing on. 

“...Fake-ass slut…”

Her muttered comment made him laugh out loud, his tone a bellow that felt like it shook the walls. Honestly, she’d forgotten the television was still on...but Kendou’s hulking body completely blocked it out of her sight, and she certainly wasn’t complaining. Who could focus on some cheap porn when they were getting their insides rearranged by an animal like him?

“I bet she’s got fake tits too. Not like these…”

She bit down on her lip as her chest was grabbed again, even rougher this time, and she felt herself squeeze involuntarily at the sight of his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Kendou could play with her tits all day if she let him...she could tell though, the second he took her nipple between his teeth, that it was going to end with plenty more bruises than she anticipated. Without a moment of warning, he sucked down on it hard enough to send her mind into a dizzying spin, his name tumbling off her lips as he nibbled on the sensitive skin, while pinching the other between his fingers. 

“Heh, don’t worry kitten--my slut is totally real. And I think she’s getting ready to cum again, ain’t she?” 

The growl he let out rumbled straight through her, and her moaning only grew louder when he popped off and squeezed her tits together, using his tongue to circle around both of them before clamping down once more, and sucking like his life depended on it. And he was right, she could already feel the oncoming spasms that signalled her limit again, hips rolling in sync with his hefty thrusts--and based on the way he was twitching inside her, and his thrusts swiftly picked up in pace, he was feeling just the same. 

“C’mon, mark me up--bite me, make me bleed, Hosh. Cut me up so all those other fuckers know whose been fillin’ you up nice and rough..” 

He was panting like a dog at this point, letting her tits press up against his chest as he moved in closer, his lips barely brushing against her own as he practically smothered her with his body. He always liked getting extra rough as they came to the end, and there was nothing she loved more than making him happy--so with a toothy grin, she bit down on his lower lip and raked her nails up his back, earning even rougher strokes into her cunt as she left bleeding scratches that would definitely scar. Her head was already starting to get fuzzy, the harder Kendou pounded her into the squeaking mattress--and one bite turned into a suffocating kiss, his tongue seeking to claim everything that he knew already belonged with him. 

“M’ gonna fill this little pussy up, kitten...you want that? Tell big ol’ Kendou how much you want him to cream inside you...how badly you wanna milk every drop of cum outta me..”

Every thrust felt like he was impaling her on his cock by this point, reaching places so deep she swore she could feel him in her belly--and the groaned demands in her ear only made her squeeze even tighter, eyes rolling back as she felt the heat inside finally becoming too much to bear. 

“Mnnh, K-Kendou, fuck--c’mon! Blow your load, pumpkin! I want all your cum so fucking bad!”

She couldn’t even get all her cursing out in time, before her vision was going white, and her cries were smothered by his mouth one more time as he came to a halt, in a kiss so hot that she felt her whole body shudder and buck with pleasure. Her heels dug into the mattress as his cock swelled even bigger inside--and accompanied by her walls convulsing around him, she mewled as he finally let himself bust inside her. Just one wasn’t enough, and load after load after load spurted deep into her cunt, the pearly fluids bubbling around his cock even before he finally pulled out slowly, to watch as she spilled all over the sheets. 

The television had long since gone silent, and not another peep could be heard from any other rooms in the building, if any were even occupied. All that filled their room was the sound of hot, exhausted breathing, and a breathy chuckle on the lips of her grinning, satisfied lover.

“Fuck, that’s hot…”

Rappa grunted and gently pressed a hand against her belly, swollen with his sperm, and so taut with the load he had saved up that she looked more than well along. But it didn’t last long, as with a soft push so as not to cause more discomfort than necessary, her belly lowered back to its usual place, and his cum spurted out of her like someone had turned on a faucet inside her pussy. She would definitely be feeling this one for awhile, that was for sure. 

“...Hosh? Oi, Hosh…”

Taking his place and laying down beside her, even a nudge didn’t get her attention--and he soon realized it was because she had passed out, a giddy, dopey grin on her sleeping face. Covered in sweat, marked up with more bruises than he could count, and leaking with sticky fluid that made a mess all over the sheets, and she still looked so comfortable...if that didn’t bring a smile to his face, then nothing else ever could. Maybe he wasn’t the most popular, or the brightest, or the most handsome...but he knew better than anyone that she loved him, and he was determined to keep that exactly the way it was. 

“..Alright, sleep it off. Just make sure to dream about me...you got that, sparkler?” 

[magpie-scribbles]

I've been v soft, have some Rappa x Hoshi 💕💕💕

[spectralmagpie]

Yes it's only days before Christmas but have some Vampire!Hoshi X Werewolf!Rappa, think of the possibilities 🥵🥵🥵

[magpie-scribbles]

Have some soft RappaXHoshi naptime!

[magpie-scribbles]

A commission I did for @mtladys-wife her oc Suzume and my oc Hoshi and their bfs. Inasa and Suzume don't look happy to see the jailbirds 👀👀

[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.  

______

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.

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Some bunny Hoshi and Jackrabbit Rappa 🐇 Hoshi would 100% be a Netherland Dwarf bun.

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Rappa likes to lick 🥵

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question about Hoshi and Rappa. We’ve all see Hoshi as the hyperactive firecracker that she is, but what happens when she gets sad? Down in the dumps? How does Rappa react to his sparkler being all quiet and sad? And the reverse, if Rappa gets sad what does Hoshi do?

Akakskdkmdk!!!! This is such a cute question and I SOFT about this!! Sososososo!! Rappa gets v concerned, its mega rare that Hoshi is down in the dumps and it concerns him greatly when she is. He'll give her lots of attention, gentle nuzzles and if she wants he'll beat the shit outta something/someone for her. He's not too bright when it comes how to deal with things but boy does he try for his lil' sparkler.

Hoshi like Rappa gets very concerned she hates to see her big bad Rappa upset. She gets very touchy feely and give him lots of head pets, she also likes to braid his hair. She let's him talk if he needs to and will spare with him if he needs to let off steam.

Both of them of them are very observant and care deeply for the well being of the other 💕💕💕

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Some Hoshi X Rappa, working out...well Rappa’s trying to anyway, Hoshi’s letting her booty do most of the work

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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!”     

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Hoshi is def getting into the dom thing.🤠🤠🔞🔞

Full over on my after-dark twitter!!

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Preview of a Rappa x Hoshi I def can't post here fully 👀👀👀

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Here is the actual size comparison of Rappa and Hoshi 👀👀👀👀 girl is at a perf height for somethin' somethin'

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Alright loves, I'm uploading my N//S//F//W Hoshi X Rappa sketches to my twitter. Plz,plz,plz, this is 18+ so no minors Onward to sin!