#rappa x you

[aeonstale]

SHUT UP AND DRIVE !

┆彡 summary. headcannons about driving. ┆彡 cw. blade x reader. moze x reader. boothill x reader. crashes. suggestive (mention of making out). curses. road rage. boothill's part is short bc headache. not proof read. [1.5k]

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STELLARON HUNTERS (BLADE).

Canonical Blade can drive. Silver wolf tried one time, she almost caused your death (she said she had a perfect score. She meant in the game..) Firefly can’t, Kafka can but always let Blade drive.

Passenger princess treatment from Blade. The type to have his hand on your thighs, drawing meaningless shapes. He lets you choose the music, and you know he likes it when he taps his finger to the rhythm. 

Though if you call him out he will deny it all.

If you were craving food at whatever time, he WILL drive you there. 

No matter the distance or time. Blade’s getting the car keys and driving you there. 

He sometimes participates in races. 

Tailored a jacket based off of him for you to wear. 

′′It brings me good luck.′′ he says.

But you know the pink hues slowly merging into red ones. Even if he hides his face, blade’s ears are a dead give away. 

Make out sessions in his car. I’m talking heavy ones. 

The type to ask you to feed him when he drives. His eyes focused on the road, while his ears were listening to your daily gossip.

He does have light road rage. Mostly when the other car initiates it, he scares them off. He doesn’t want to waste time and ruin your time together.

But when the mara struck and he couldn't control his anger, he tried to crash them… You gave him the silent treatment for a week + no kisses or cuddles for a month + never sat next to him choosing to sit farther from him even in the car, and he never tried that again.

Sometimes the other stellarons crash your outings.

Silver Wolf would be popping bubble gums while her game audio is at max volume. She would be sitting right behind you, easy access to whisper to you and teasing Blade.

Kafka would be in the seat behind Blade’s. Easy to annoy him with light kicks and can also see you clearly while you talk (she just loves window seats.) 

And Firefly in the middle. She’d talk to you about recent missions encounters and whatever’s on the girl's mind. Would also ask blade to stop at a restaurant for take outs, and when he refuses she turns to you. Puppy eyes begging you to convince him. And of course, you agree.

The chaotic family trip vibe.

Except when Kafka drives then it turns into a girl night out and Blade.

He would be in charge of carrying heavy stuff. 

You let Firefly sit in front while you sit next to Blade. 

He sits in between you and Silver Wolf.

One because SW will die before she gives up the window seats. And two he likes how you lean on him (plus a good excuse to say he’s looking at the window when Kafka and SW teases him about how he watches you with tender eyes.)

Overall; a good 9/10 vibe when driving with Blade. (minus one because it can be annoying when he crashed.)

YAOQING TRIO (MOZE).

All of you have your driving license. So let’s cut it into four parts ;

When Moze is driving : 

Respect the rules. A calm driver who has little to no road rage. 

The type to park whenever he needs something so as to avoid any danger. This man is the textbook example of how a driver should act.

However, Moze would NOT let the music play.

′′ It distracts me from the road. ′′ o/10. 

Even if you bring out any deal, Moze will just continue dead staring into the road. He will not budge. 

When Fei Xiao is driving : 

Hold on to your prayers and your seat belt. 

Number one street racer here, she will respect the red light but other than that? Nah.  

′′ Why go slow when you can break the sound barrier? ′′ Fei Xiao probably.

The type to eat and drive, if she dropped something she would grab it herself and let go of the wheel forcing either you or Moze to stir in her stead. 

Which leads to my next point. Either you or Moze HAVE to be on the front passenger seat. This woman is NOT to be trusted with a wheel.

But whoever sits next to her will ALWAYS receive princess treatment.

Moze hates her for it, so he lets you ride next to her.

It’s all fun and game until she’s too caught up in a conversation with you to notice the huge truck heading your way.

You manage to stir out of the way and she just laughs and slaps your back telling you she knew what she was doing.

You banished Moze to the front for a month and to the couch for a week after that.

When Jiaoqiu is driving : 

Pre 2.5? Kind of a responsible driver. He still has some slip up and he often pretends to crash to scare all of you out. 

He gets banned from spicy foods when he pulls stunts like these.

Post 2.5? No. 

In the back seat, he is however in charge of snacks and pranks. 

′′ Oh hey we’re here!′′ ′′..no we are not?′′ ′′ that’s what it’d sound like when one of you notices it.′′ proceed to stare into your soul but he’s looking at the seat.

Many blind jokes, it’s his coping mechanism. 

The type to sit behind the driver seat and cover their eyes. ′′ Guess who~′′ (′′THE IMMINENT DEATH IF YOU DON’T LET GO′′)

His tail takes up most of the back seat but if he allows you, an amazing sleeping spot. But has an interesting way to wake you up…(he put hot peppers underneath your nose until you wake up in a coughing fit lmao)

Overall 7/10 (you still didn’t forgive him for the hot pepper prank.)

When your driving : 

Responsible driver with a hint of road rage. Kind of similar to Blade’s aforementioned, but tamer….ish. 

Moze would be in charge of the gps, Feixiao of the music (her gym playlist would be playing because it is the only acceptable one of hers), Jiaoqiu of the food as usual. 

But the moment someone tries to push you into another lane or bump into you while overtaking you?

They are holding into their seatbelt and praying to The Hunt. 

Physically having to restrain you before you get out and show them why you are the General’s Lieutenant. Insults after insults, it’s even funnier when you insult them in The Xiaozhu tongue while they stand there confused.

But a quick snack shoved to your mouth by Moze and you are all fine and dandy.

′′ Where do you guys wanna eat :) ′′ ′′you almost killed a man..?′′ ′′do you want me to finish him or go eat? ′′ ′′eat.′′ ′′:)′′

Wife happy, we happy. 

Wife mad, we scared.

Overall 10000000000000/10 (biased bc no you are not wrong ???)

GALAXY RANGERS (BOOTHILL).

Oh boy.

There are only two actual drivers, Boothill and you.

Rappa is licenseless and it’s better if it stays that way.

Boothill prefers to drive, you don’t mind since you get to enjoy the scenery and sleep. 

Rappa is always in the backseat.

They got banished there after some..unfortunate incidents. 

She almost crashed you all. She saw something she deemed was necessary to investigate. Boothill refused to pull over, so she did the next best thing. She tried to jump out.

You had a heart attack trying to pull her back in, you had to climb into the front all while begging Boothill to help. 

Meanwhile Boothill was trying to keep you steady while making sure not to crash (oh yeah and also not hurt Rappa Though he kinda wanted to.) 

You got pulled over by the police, but while you were reprimanded, Rappa distracted the police and pushed you all back into the car. Urging Boothill to hit the gas which he did all while laughing maniacally. 

′′You are crazy!!? What would you have done if they started shooting??′′ ′′shoot back.′′ (father and daughter moment)

Safe to say Rappa was banished from the front seat and was obligated to have the seat belt on at all times.

princess treatment from Boothill. Would drive to the moon and earth. 

Does have some road rage but one glare for you and he is calm.

He is a bit of a ′make your own solution′.

′′Oh no that car is blocking our way′′ ′′we’ll run them over.′′ ′′yes we’ll run them–WHAT′′

The type to fight over the songs, the other two joining soon.

You would have arrived at the destination before a song was agreed on. 

Fun experience until he almost runs over an IPC member and you have to go on a car chase to lose the tens of IPC cars after you.

That meme.

 Boothill singing along to the song while you death stare at him. 

He slept on the couch that night and the following.

And the week after.

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[aventurineswife]

Boothill: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake.

Rappa: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for [Name].

Boothill, pointing his hot glue gun towards Rappa: You’re on thin fudging ice.

[rainbow-wolf120]

Nothing like some good self-indulgence to forget about my problems

[jd-loves-fiction]

Here's my request the reader is a teenage girl and she's from a planet called Gastro-XV that's been the victim of a stellaron, and this planet's situation is much worse than Bellebog, the planet is nothing more than a huge desert now, and not only do the very few remaining survivors have to deal with fragmentum monsters, but also abominations of abundance, their weaponry is about the same as ours. Most of the people left on Gastro-XV believe in the phrase "Every man for himself". Ngl I was inspired by the pangea desert when I thought about it, and I got the idea of both fragmentum monsters and abominations of abundance by some modded Minecraft playthroughs. The reader has been taken in by Boothill and went to Penacony with him and Rappa during the 2.6 quest, the reader was especially interested in paperfold University because she's never been able to go to a real school.

🌑Lets hope i did good since paperfold academy took so much of my brain to process, also reader is implied to be almost illiterate. Tried my best with this, hope you like it!!

𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

Lights nearly blind you from every angle as you step onto Penacony, bright and beautiful. Being starstruck given what you’d grown up seeing; long stretches of nothing but dust occasionally broken up by various kinds of beasts looking only to kill all those who came close – compared to that, this might as well be a whole other universe all together.

“Don't get too distracted,” Boothill lightly chides, nudging you softly to get your attention, “we have a mission.”

“Right.” You reply, reigning yourself in as best as you can, still subtly glancing around to marvel at the lights and people, “Where’s Rappa?”

“She’ll meet us there, something about… monkeys? I think.” The cyborg furrows his brows, probably thinking back to said conversation with the Ninja. You don't question it, no use given what she's usually like.

You make your way to Paperfold Academy with a bounce in your step, eager to see what an actual school is like. Boothill doesn't chide you for the dreamy look in your eyes when you arrive,  letting you take your time looking around.

It’s bustling, as expected, but you’ve never seen so many people together like this, each one of them so different from each other. It messes with your head a little bit. To think that this sea of bright lights and joyous souls was once a desert planet, like yours.

Boothill’s caught up in some sort of nonsense conversion about bananas, unaware of you wandering off, eyes taking in everything around you or trying to, so many colors and sounds seem a little too much for you to absorb.

Before you know it, you find yourself in one of the academy halls, much more empty than the main plaza but still filled with people moving about, chatting amongst themselves about subjects you don't quite grasp. You wonder to yourself, how difficult would it be to enroll, just to see what a real class is like! Both Rappa haven't been very helpful with figuring it out, considering they too have never been in school and are much less interested in finding out what they’re like. Though you can't exactly blame them – their life goals have less than nothing to do with education in general.

The sounds of people mingling fade as you step deeper into the building, where the lights are dimmer and the halls are quieter – it gives you a chance to take a breath as adrenaline had begun filling your veins without your notice. Everything is just so exciting!

But Boothill’s right, you have a mission, you should find Rappa and– is that a monkey in a lab coat? 

A poster about one ‘Profnana’ catches your eye… though you’re unable to read much more beyond that. What a strange place. Still you sit there and try your best for some time – this is a place of learning, after all, you should try to improve your reading skill. 

Focused as you are, you don't notice the red eyes set on you from behind the corner, watching, observing, “...You will make a great actor.”

Suddenly, a wave of unpleasant memories from before Boothill had taken you in floods your mind so viciously that you’re left scrambling for a grip against the wall in front of you, breathing heavy and heart rate accelerated.

Before you’re able to even question what is happening, the feeling is gone and a hand lands softly on your shoulder – it's Rappa. Her lips are moving but you only catch the end of her sentence, “--you ok?”

It takes you several seconds to nod, flashes of the scalding sun upon your skin and the dirt under your nails staining your mind long after the moment has passed.

You ask her where Boothill is, she says he's gone already, starting his part of the plan – you barely register her words.

Eyes watch you both from the shadows as Rappa launches into one of her ninja speeches that you barely pay attention to.

Yes… what a wonderful actor you’ll make.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XIX. — FACE-SITTING

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

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

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

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

“Everything okay, Kendou?” 

Another sigh of frustration. 

“No. Of course not.” 

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

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

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

“What happened?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blink. 

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

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

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

Immediately you face him again. 

“Oh?” 

Kendou’s hands flop back down. 

“Yeah. Sit on my face right now.” 

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

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

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

Kendou grunts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After all, he’s quite the hungry man. 

[hanyaaxueyii]

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[amphibiahawks321]

Female HSR boothill X Male Reader?

[Boothill leans on the bar counter with a drink in hand, eyes locked with Y/N with a smirk, showing him her shark like teeths]

M!Reader : Sighs... Boothill you really need to be more careful with your aim, It's always gonna start some trouble

Fem!Boothill : Chuckles... My aim is just fine little lamb, But then again, Sugar, I've seen a lot of tough men in my time, but you...?

[She starts trailing her fingers along Y/N's chin and move it to the side to make eye contact, voice dropping low]

Fem!Boothill : You somehow make it real fun to see 'em turn so red, red suits you so much~

[She began caressing Y/N's cheek, Y/N already blushing from her gentle touch, Y/N just glad no one is around there area right now or he'll already be blushing redder]

[Y/N clears his throat]

M!Reader blushing : I—I Uhh... Glad you think so...

[Boothill tilts her head, clearly enjoying his flushed expression]

Fem!Boothill : That little heat creepin' up your face, Lookin' all pretty

M!Reader blushing : I-I wouldn't say... "Pretty" perse but–....!!!?!?

[Boothill starts leaning in a bit closer and gripping his face a bit tighter]

Fem!Boothill : Such a pretty face yet such a bad liar, Chuckles... Ain't no shame in gettin' a little bit flustered, darlin'~

M!Reader blushing : Y-You... You really enjoy messing with me...

Fem!Boothill : Oh I can do somethin' way better, some say it's really breath taking...

[Boothill stands up from her seat, still gripping Y/N's chin]

Fem!Boothill : Now how about we find ourselves a bit more of a... Private space?

......

[Y/N getting his left hand pinned down onto the soft mattress while the other is gripping on Boothill's jacket tightly, Boothill placing her hat on the bedside table, Y/N's shirt half way being undone as Boothill's tongue and teeth being inlove with Y/N's neck]

Fem!Boothill : Now don't get shy on me now pretty boy~ we're just getting star–....!!!?!?

Rappa : Yo, Have you seen my–

[The door unlocked, Rappa half way through opening the door and Boothill out of panic immediately gets up and uses her strength to close the door, Y/N staring at her shocked and disbelief while still blushing]

Rappa : Woah what the!?–What was that for?!

M!Reader(whispering) blushing : you didn't bother to close the door!!?

Fem!Boothill(Whispering) : You were gripping me while I was carrying ya' I can't think straight!

Fem!Boothill : Don't come in Rappa! I'm Uhhhh....—Tryin' a new outfit!

Rappa : Okay damn! You didn't have to slam the freaking door on my face!

[la2yn0va]

Paring: Rappa x Male Reader

Plot: Rappa pulls an Argenti and flirts with ‘Ninja Kawaī otokonoko’ (pretty boy) due to suffering from love at first sight.

Notes: I’m sorry to do this but I’m gonna have to go on hiatus again. But hopefully this one will only last a couple days — maybe a week but that’s all. Still working on requests and I don’t wanna rush one out and make it bad, so have this as compensation.. btw, didn’t expect me to like rappa this much.

~~~

Rappa stares with starry eyes, looking at the fourth member of the trailblazers crew, M/n. She felt her great beat faster, along with her mind suddenly painting imagines of you and her.

Rappa didn’t know what this was, until she remembered her masters, and boothill’s words of ‘love’. She believed that’s what she was feeling right now, love. Boothill always did say how unpredictable it was, and her master seemed to talk highly of this feeling.

Rappa: Baseball Ninja! Ninja Hiryū!

She greeted loudly as the three turned to face her.

Trailblazer: Hello Dazzling Ninja! I

The trailblazer greeted her while Dan Heng nodded as a greeting.

M/n: Dazzling ninja… oh rappa. Your the one who saved trailblazer from the monkeys yes?

Rappa: Indeed Ninja Kawaī otokonoko! I, dazzling ninja rappa, leave ninja galactic baseball from the evil ninja—

M/n: Uh… what did she call me?

Dan Heng: ..She called you Ninja ‘Kawaī otokonoko’

Rappa: Excuse my rudeness Ninja Kawaī otokonoko, but I must confess..

Rappa grabs his hands and interlocks them, softly swinging them and smiling almost ear to ear with love struck eyes, in contrast of m/n’s confused eyes and flushed face.

Rappa: You look utterly beautiful. In my entire lifetime, and the lessons I learned, there are no words that can describe how Divine and breathtakingly succulent you are. Please allow me to share my attraction for you with external day and night’s out together, Ninja Kawaī otokonoko~

The three astral express members could only stare in bafflement and disbelief. Dan Heng and (Trailblazer) stared with agaped mouths and eyes that seemed to bulge out.

M/n stared with a red face, unable to fully comprehend what the words he heard actually meant. There’s simply no way it could actually be a declaration of love from a stranger right?

Rappa continued to stare lovingly, before bringing up on of his hand and kissing it, winking at him then reveling a toothy grin.

M/n: I-I…I…N-no?

Rappa: Huh..? No? Why would you deny my confession�� ah! I see! You’ve been ensnared in the evil seal of embarrassment! No matter! I will be patient and await your agreement, Ninja Kawaī otokonoko!

She declared before bowing at Dan Heng and (Trailblazer), then winking at m/n and swiftly walking away. The three nameless stood, stun locked for a good minute before (Trailblazer) cut through the silence

Trailblazer: How the hell did you manage that!?

M/n: I-I don’t… dude what the hell was that!!?

Dan Heng: love at.. first sight perhaps..?

M/n: Dan Heng! Your smart! How the heck am I meant to approach this!

Dan Heng: I-I don’t.. that isn’t my area of expertise.. perhaps ask March?

M/n: NO FUCKING WAY! SHES GONNA USE THAT AGAINST ME AND YOU KNOW IT—!!

-The End-

[shurisgf]

ECSTASY — A. ARETAS ✩ (1)

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , armando can’t keep his eyes off of his favorite dancer. So he takes matters into his own hands. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x BLACK!fem!reader | TROPE situationship ish? | FORMAT series | WARNINGS strip club, cursing, use of the n word | NOTES AYE WE IN THE STRIP CLUB YAWLLL 😜 thank you to the sweet soul who requested this!! literally had the time of my life writing this

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to the playlist selected below ;

` The Motto — Drake

` Truffle Butter —Nicki Minaj

` My n***a — YG

` What We Doin’ — City Girls

` Run Away — Chris Brown

` Pressurelicious — Megan Thee Stallion

` Throw Sum Mo — Rae Sremmurd

` FTCU — Latto

` Thooties — Dee Bills & Jenn Carter

` Ride — YK Osiris

` Cut ‘Em Off — Femme It Forward & Kiana Ledé

` No Frauds — Nicki Minaj

` Point Me 2 — FendiDa Rappa & Cardi B

` FTCU — Nicki Minaj

11:30 PM

“It’s packed tonight y’all. Make sure to keep it cute,” You announced, walking into the back room where everyone was getting ready. Your friends laughed at your statement as they continued their last minute touches, “Listen to her please. Last time it was packed Mercedes tripped and knocked over like 6 bottles of Casamigos.” Jade side eyed Mercedes from where she was standing. Earning a chuckle from you, who was now sitting at your station, finishing up last minute makeup, and making sure you had on the right heels. The loud music blaring through the club vibrated the walls, creating a muffled sound inside of the room.

Finally satisfied with how you looked, you walked over to the table with the other girls, while Jade came in with a round of shots, “It’s showtime bitches!” She smiled brightly as everyone took a shot from the tray. You threw your head back and drank the shot fast, feeling the alcohol hitting the back of your throat. Shaking off the feeling, you took one last glance in the mirror and began to walk out of the room with the rest of the girls.

The lights were a mix of purple and punk hues, music blaring through the speakers as you walked over to the stage and signaled to the dj that you were ready for your set.

“Aight now, we got one of our most fabulous girls ready to get on stage,” the dj announced whilst still controlling the music. “Show ‘em what you got Star!” He shouted, hyping you up as you entered the stage. You decided to dance to Run Away by Chris Brown, swaying your hips effortlessly as you walked towards the pole. That’s where you noticed the fine ass man you’d never seen in the club before. It looked like he was paying close attention to your movements as you mounted the pole gracefully, doing a couple turns, and making sure to keep your movements loose and fluid. Your neon pink bralet and matching thong glowed in the led lights, highlighting your body’s movements on the pole. You swirled down the pole in a hypnotizing motion and slapped your ass once you got to the bottom, looking out at the crowd. The man was still there, biting his lips as he eyed you up and down. You were used to men looking at you that way, but something about the way he stared made you feel like he was staring into your soul. Men were throwing 20’s and 50’s at you, so you made an effort to bend down and pick up the money in a seductive manner. A sweet lesbian couple also gave you a couple 100’s, which always made your day, because they were regulars. When you turned your attention back to the crowd, the man was gone. So you shrugged it off and continued to dance.

Finishing your set, you swayed your hips and walked off of stage so that the next dancer could do her set. Before you could make it to the back, your shift manager told you that a guy paid for a private 30-minute session with you, and to do what you do best, make him come back. You told her that you would head over there after counting the tips you made on stage and putting it away. To which she nodded, and told you to hurry and don’t keep him waiting.

You thought that it was just a random man, maybe a regular that bought private sessions with you before. Walking into the room, you could obviously tell that you were wrong. It was that fine ass man that was sitting in the crowd earlier. He sipped his drink as you walked into the room, closing the door behind you. He was manspreading on the couch, the tent in his pants telling you all you needed to know. You made him hard while you were on stage earlier, which is why he wanted a private session. Men were too easy to figure out. “Ven aquí, sexy.” He spoke up, wanting you to come over to him. So you did as he said, swaying your hips as you walked to him, knowing exactly what he wanted. When you reached him, you straddled him on the couch, beginning to give him a lap dance. Rocking your hips against his, he groaned out, clearly enjoying himself, throwing his head back in pleasure before speaking up. He gently held your hips, causing you to stop your motions. Looking up at you with those sexy ass eyes of his. “Let me see that pretty ass, mama.” He spoke in a calm, but weirdly menacing tone that made you feel flustered on the inside. You stood up and twerked in front of him, moving your ass in all the right ways, as you bent down and continued your motions. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful mama, why haven’t I come here sooner.” He scoffed, his comment making you laugh a bit. You turned around and bent down to his knees, looking up at him in his eyes. Rubbing on his thighs as you continued to move your body sensually. “I don’t know, but I’d love to see your face in the crowd more often.” You playfully flirted with him, as he smirked at your comment. “C’mere pretty girl,” he spoke in that same tone. Taking a hold of your hips and gently turning you around, pulling you back against him, where he wanted you to be. You can’t lie, it was hot as fuck. So you complied and passionately moved your ass against his lap once again, earning yet another satisfied groan from his lips. You were enjoying yourself, before your security knocked and opened the door, telling you that your 30 minutes were over. A part of you was disappointed, but you were on the clock and had no time to play games. So you got up and made sure to look back at him, whispering “Sorry handsome,” before leaving the room.

2:23 AM

By the end of the night, you and the other girls were in the back, counting money, when you saw a paper tucked into your thong band. Taking it out, you opened it to find a note from the man you had a private session with. It read; “Let me return the favor.” along with his name and number at the bottom. You smiled and chuckled to yourself before tucking the note away in your belongings, he must’ve slipped the note there when he grabbed your hips. “Y’all know that fine ass nigga that was sitting in section 5?” You questioned your friends who were still busy counting cash. “You talkin’ bout the one with the fresh haircut and that sexy ass goatee?” Mercedes questioned you. Everyone laughing at her comment. “Yeah, him.” You continued to count the rest of your money, “What about him?” Coco chimed in, wanting to know the tea. “His name is Armando.” You spoke out, your simple reply confusing everyone in the room. “And how the fuck do you know that?” Mercedes protested, confused as to how you managed to get the dude’s name. “The slick bitch got a private session with him, that’s how.” Jade aired out all your business, the room erupting in shock. You smiled to yourself, continuing to count your cash from the rest of the night. “What the fuck?,” Mercedes walked over to your station, eyeing you down, waiting for you to tell her what happened. But when she saw you still focused on counting your money, she spoke up again. “Well what the hell happened?”

“Just a lap dance, that’s all.” You lied straight through your teeth, not bothering to tell the girls that he was hard as a rock while you danced on him.

“You gave that fine mothafucka’ a lap dance?” Mercedes’s questioned, looking back at the other girls, making sure they heard the same damn thing she just heard.

“You lucky bitch”, “I been plotting on that nigga all night,” Coco added. Everyone turning to glare at her. “What?” She said in a shocked tone, placing her hand on her chest as if she felt offended.

“We all know you wanted that nigga, you a hoe,” Jade damn near spit out her drink as Mercedes rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to you after making her comment.

“She got a point though, last time you had a private session, the security said you was tryna’ do more than dance.” You spoke up, counting the last of your cash and putting it away.

“Girl fuck the security guard, he won’t talkin’ bout nothing.” Coco expressed, rolling her eyes at the both of you.

“Aight, I’m finna go, I don’t got time to play with y’all.” You spoke, grabbing your jacket and bag, getting ready to leave for the night. Before you walked out the door, Mercedes added, “Let us know if he come back.”

“I will.” You laughed, walking out the door saying bye to everyone.

As you walked out, you could still hear Mercedes’s loud voice, “Can’t believe she got to give that nigga a lap dance.” Laughing to yourself as you walked out of the front door.

What a fucking night.

GLOSSARY !

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part 2

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[krawlernyannyan]

Honkai Star Rail Character Trailer Logo Edits: The Complete 2.x Edition

Black Swan, Sparkle, Acheron, Aventurine, Boothill, Robin, Firefly, Jade, Yunli, Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Lingsha, Rappa, Sunday, and Fugue

See you in Amphoreus for 3.x!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Reader. Wearing. Rappa's. Hat. I don't care how I just want that hat on reader's head

(H:SR) S/O wearing Rappa's hat

The TF2 player in me wants EVERY hat in this game

S/O adjusted the cap on their head, checking themselves out in the mirror.

(S/O) "Hm...! This does look really good, no wonder she wears this pretty much 24/7."

S/O had taken her hat and tried it on for themselves while she was in the shower.

Usually when S/O asked, the answer was a very dramatic no.

Surely she couldn't get angry if she wasn't even there to see it, right?

(S/O) "Heh! All evil presence, leave at once!"

S/O mimicked Rappa's flair, striking a pose as they aimed the cap downward, exactly as she did.

(S/O) "Though...how does this stay on her head when she-?"

(Rappa) "NINJA KOIBITO!"

(S/O) "GAH!-"

S/O jumped at Rappa's sudden appearance, her hands on her hip with a very unamused pout.

(Rappa) "I leave my ninja gear for only a moment to find you take it for your own?!"

(S/O) "I was just wanting to see how it felt is all! You do look really good in it though-"

Rappa yanked the hat away from S/O, though a cute blush was making its way onto her cheeks.

(Rappa) "C-Compliments will not distract the theft you have committed Once I heard you attempting to recite my mantras, I had to rush out!"

(S/O) "...Wait, you were in the shower are you still-"

Answering S/O's question, they noticed her hair was still wet.

(S/O) "...That can't feel comfortable-"

(Rappa) "It is not, but because of a certain someone, I have to ensure my gear is not ruined!"

(S/O) "...But aren't you making it worse by getting the hat wet?-"

(Rappa) "Enough, I am gone now!-"

S/O was half expecting her to literally vanish in an explosion of color, only to watch Rappa calmly walk back into the bathroom, closing the door gently.

(S/O) "...Yeah she's definitely taking the hat off in there..."

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

Reader: sighing Boothill.

Boothill: Fudge crap up out there, but don’t die.

Rappa/Trailblazer: wiping away a tear So inspirational.

[yingfelis]

Hi, can I request general dating headcanons with Rappa? I know you've only written for Hi3 but HSR is one of your listed fandoms, so.

Rappa x Reader

General dating hcs based solely on my very limited knowledge and vibes (I’m not caught up at all)

With Rappa there’s definitely no just thing as a dull moment.

She’s fun to be around, even if she can have a little too much energy sometimes, you find that endearing.

She also probably confessed first, in a very flashy and “ninja” way. (Which you said yes to on the spot)

I can imagine a date night doing some graffiti art together. Maybe doing the iconic “Rappa x Y/N” into a random wall or something for some laughs and giggles

Surprisingly Rappa didn’t rush the relationship as some would expect. She let you go at your own pace and slowed hers down when necessary.

Whatever you valued, she valued and whatever she valued, you valued. You guys were a team, both in and out of combat.

Speaking of combat though, as a Galaxy Ranger, Rappa wanders around a lot to fight off the Evil Ninjas to restore justice in the world. (her words not yours)

Ideally she would want you to come with her, especially if you’re also a fighter. If you’re not though then she would still want you to come with her if you can but she also understands it can be dangerous. Either way she respects any decision you make.

If you come with her, she’ll have a traveling partner to keep her company and watch her back. You two together make an unstoppable duo due to the amount of trust you have in each other.

If you decide to not come with her, she’ll have a home to return to at least. She’ll have someone to greet her as soon as she steps inside and being in your presence is enough to make her forget about any hardships she’s facing.

Random thought to end off: Rappa putting her hat on you out of the blue for like no reason other than bc she thought it would look cute on you. It was. You steal it from time to time now just to mess with her (but she likes it when you do, so is it technically messing with her?)

Also you two messing around with Boothill and making him third wheel

[sweetness-pop]

Thank you very much for having the kind heart to draw them for me! 😊 I now have this saved in my gallery! And I absolutely enjoy looking at this! 🐶💗🌸🐶💗💭💭🌸🐶💗🌸

How PaRappa x Sunny's 3 Offsprings Look

I think now is finally a good time to post how I vision my 3 SunRappa fankids to look like.

First off, PaRappa Keith Rappa Jr (nickname: Junior), PaRappa Sr and Sunny's eldest and only son. He looks like his father, so you can say, a dog appearance except his head is in the same round shape as his mother's, his fur color is a pale yellow, and not to mention, the end of his black ears are pointy. His eyes are also complete heterochromia, as his right eye is blue (or dark purple) like his mom's and left eye is brown like his dad's.

Secondly, Solange Anna Rappa (nickname: Soli), PaRappa and Sunny's middle child and 1st daughter. She kind of resembles her mother especially with the exact round head-shape only with some different features. Her smooth skin is light beige like her father's fur. She has yellow blonde hair, which she gets from her paternal grandmother (Mama Rappa or Mama PaRappa) like how auntie Pinto is a blondie too. She has chocolate brown eyes. And her ears are of a dog except they are pink flower petals (which they also feel like when touching them) matching her mom's beautiful petals.

Finally, Permelia Melody Rappa (nickname: Lia), PaRappa and Sunny's youngest and 2nd daughter. She's like a mixture between her parents in looks. Due to being born as a hybrid, she has much shorter fur than her father's. Her really short fur is yellow like her mother's smooth skin. Has the exact head shape as her daddy's. She's got a cute dark dog nose on her. She has blue eyes. Green hair like not only General Potter, her maternal grandfather, also her mom (I HC that when growing long beautiful and voluminous hair, Sunny has emerald green as her hair color). She's got black dog ears. And a sweet touch is that there are 4 pink petals (although, they're pointy at the ends) on the back of her head shaping like an X.

Yosh! I hope that you PtR and SunRappa fans enjoyed reading this! 🐶💗🌸☺

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

ST. CHISAKI'S KINKTOBER 2024

Listed below are the prompts. Peruse these and be mindful of the tags on each individual fic—reader discretion is advised. Some of these fics feature extremely dark and disturbing content. They are not meant to be a healthy depiction nor are they meant to romanticize these topics—they are horror stories and strictly fictional. Please do not let these fics and the content featured within them shape your perception of a healthy relationship and sex life. Remember, consent is the most important factor—and these things need to stay completely fictional. Do not force yourself to read or view the content if you are uncomfortable. 18+ Only!

Warning: The fics with the alchemical symbol feature extremely dark and disturbing content.

I. Foreplay/Kissing (Love Hotel)—Shinsou Hitoshi

II. Cockwarming/Begging—Yamada Hizashi 🜍

III. Somnophilia (Undead AU)—Todoroki Natsuo 🜍

IV. First Time (Student AU)—Todoroki Shouto

V. Emetophilia—Todoroki Touya 🜍

VI. Worship—Tokoyami Fumikage

VII. Roleplay—Iida Tenya

VIII. Fingering—Chisaki Kai 🜍

IX. Forced Orgasm—Chisaki Kai 🜍

X. Orgasm Denial—Sero Hanta

XI. Breeding/Non-Con (Cabin in the Woods AU)—Takami Keigo 🜍

XII. Hand Holding (During Sex)—Midoriya Izuku

XIII. Overstimulation—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XIV. Predator/Prey—Todoroki Touya and Chisaki Kai 🜍

XV. Menophilia—Akaguro Chizome

XVI. Ice Bath—Todoroki Touya 🜍

XVII. Masturbation—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XVIII. Wet Dream—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XIX. Face-Sitting—Rappa Kendou

XX. Body Modification—Todoroki Touya 🜍

XXI. Self-Harm—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXII. Exhibitionism—Monoma Neito

XXIII. Cannibalism (Trickster AU)—Todoroki Touya 🜍

XXIV. Sensory Deprivation—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXV. Power Imbalance—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXVI. Threesome (Guardian Angel/Fallen Cherub Au)—Todoroki Touya and Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXVII. Dry Humping—Todoroki Touya

XXVIII. Dacryphilia—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXIX. Evil Twin—Todoroki Touya and Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXX. Claustrophilia—Kurono Hari 🜍

XXXI. Yandere—Chisaki Kai 🜍

[bitterbutblue]

a short little thing

let you break my heart again ☆ stelle x reader

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angst!

a/n: writing this was actually more like a flow of incoherent thoughts so im sorry if this makes absolutely no sense T-T

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Liminality- where what you do has no consequences, a time between the depths of the evening and the earliest of the day where you find yourself open to an idea of doing things you would never do when the sun actually is up and glaring down at you. She looks you up and down, and you can only let out a breath you didn't realise you had been holding as your eyes meet.

"You alright?"

You can barely make out Stelle's voice over the bass boosted music, thrumming and pounding and the walls are shaking and you feel like it's all caving in. Strobe lights that flicker and flash in unrecognisable patterns but you still recognise the colour of her eyes through it all.

"Yeah."

It's odd. You never found yourself pulled towards her until right now this moment where maybe because of the alcohol in your system or the idea that nothing here will hold any weight tomorrow (it will, you just haven't processed that yet). The tension between you two only grows, from the day she first flirted with you drunk to now, you can only presume she wants what you want too. Her eyes dart down, a tentative hand on your waist.

"Is this okay?"

You can't even bring yourself to look into her eyes anymore, only looking down at her lips as she pulls you in slightly closer, taking your hand gently and placing it on her waist. The movement to the beat is more instinctive than anything as you dance and the energy is intoxicating. You're choking on it, and so is she.

This doesn't mean anything, you know that right?

Yeah, no. I totally agree.

Good- no strings attached?

Yeah. No strings attached.

So when she kisses you, you can push aside any thought of what could've been and the lingering idea that out of all your friends, she is the only one whose eyes you know the colour of without hesitation. You don't remember how long it lasted for, you just remember the smile on her face as you pull away.

This is a horrible idea, you know?

Yeah, for sure.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"No I agree."

The three words slip out faster than you realise, a bit faster than the feeling of your heart cracking slightly.

"I'm glad we're on the same page."

You didn't want to be on this page. A part of you hoped that if you kept it up maybe she would start to feel the same way back but you see how she never looks at you in a room full of people and you see how she never makes the first move and you hurt in silence. You convince yourself it was all in the past, you convince yourself that you will stop liking her and maybe the feeling of her lips on yours would gradually fade into nothing but a thing to laugh at but it's hard to laugh when it hurts so bad. It hurts to the point where your chest caves in from standing and you can't breathe without it threatening to burst into pieces of what it once was.

So, we're still friends?

Yeah, of course.

Liminality- where this whole discourse started and now she looks her up and down. A pink haired girl who you just met today holds her hand the way she held yours months ago and you can already see the ending of the story but you still decide to stay to see it happen- to feel the stab in your chest in real time and to feel the crowd cave in and suffocate you. The sea of people seem to fade, and you feel like all you can see through the flashing lights is the way she puts her hand on the pink haired girl's shoulder and you know what's going to happen before it even unfolded.

So why did it hurt so much when they kissed?

You pushed yourself away from Rappa and the others, choking out some incoherent babbled excuse about how you want to go and they don't follow you because they're pissed and gone and you want to cry. Breathe, count. 1, 2, 3, 4. Breathe, count. 1, 2, 3, 4. She was never yours to begin with. Breathe, count. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Three of them find you outside bar, zoned out. They ask if you're okay and you smile and say you're fine but Robin knows better.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Aventurine asks, and you nod. The music is still going, the night is still young so they brush off your nod because they want to go back to take advantage of the little time they have left before they're brought back to their responsibilities in the day. A shift in tone, a wicked grin. "Did you see Stelle? She was absolutely getting it on with March."

You look away from Aventurine when he says that. You catch the way Dan Heng glances at you, he knows. Robin pulls you aside and asks if you're okay and you say you want to go home because your throat is closing up and your eyes are welling up in tears and for god's sake it's 3am at a club and you cannot cry.

It's 3am at a club and you're alone.

You tell Robin you'll go now. You walk her back into the club to make sure she finds the others but really you just want to see if they're still together because the self sabotaging part of yourself is always going to be a part of you. A glimpse of pink hair, and a sickening feeling in your gut stirs up again. You leave faster than you can even process your own movements. You don't look back, because she's not looking at you.

The next few days, you get on with your life. But you subconsciously still check your phone once in a while- hoping for her to text you to ask if you're okay. She never does.