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why this bih’ keep flirtin’ wit me..? 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁˖

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[grimmsbride]

fingers of the avatar ﹡ ֗ ۪ ݃ 𝜗𝜚 adult! aang

a small blurb about aang prepping you before sex. [ tags / implied breeding kink | ooc ! aang ( have only seen clips haven’t watched the movie fully ) | overstimulation lowkey | big dick aang ig | etc. ]

i haven’t written anything in months so if this is shit i’m sorry 💔 but the gaang is gen doing something to me.. this is also unedited so if there’s any typos or grammar mistakes please excuse those

Imagine this, your perfect avatar Aang working you open, prepping you so, so carefully. It was a simple ritual he always went through, spending the extra precious time for what was to come. Two fingers are delving into your wetness, calloused hands brushing against soft walls, pressing into spots your own fingers couldn’t reach. Long and muscular, the perfect mix of expert movements and roughness that had your stomach swirling and back arching. The soft sounds that echoed from between your thighs were downright sinful, your arousal dripping down his appendages in a messy trail, slicking against the perfectly crafted tattoos on the back of his hand. And every so often his thumb was rising, swiping against your pretty little pearl just to make you gasp.

“Aang..” You would murmur, eyes closing bruised lips pulled into a pout that waned the moment his fingers dragged in its usual steady rhythm. He’s been at this for sometime, pulling about two orgasms out of you already— but the Avatar was far from satisfied. Even as you whined, twitched for more, the man took his time.

Soft eyes are tearing away from between your legs to instead settle on your face, the corner of Aang’s mouth quirking into a little smile. Still keeping a steady pace with his fingers, the man lifted himself to hover over you, pressing gentle kisses to your face. Your head, between your eyes, lips.. leading them right up to your ear— a shiver escaping your form.

“Be patient, my love..” He breathed softly, pressing his thumb into your swollen bud, circling it with intent. The Avatar listened to your more than displeased mewl, a breath of a chuckle escaping him shortly after.

“I need you..” Was all you could muster, body hot to the touch, the man brushing the flame of your peak perfectly.

You could briefly hear the man suck in a sharp breath, feel the way his bulge practically twitched underneath the robes he wore.

“I know.. I can feel that, feel you—“ The Avatar made a point to delicately quicken the pace of his fingers, following you easily when you jumped. “—dripping all over my hand, such a mess. My mess.” A soft tease is what escaped your lover, an even softer laugh following the moment you whined out. Aang knew this was torture for you, how anticipation and want just swelled within your belly during these times. How he wanted nothing more than to push into you in a hurry, splitting you open on his length, the blissful feeling of your warm walls clenching him so sweetly.

But he refused to rush, not with you, certainly not during this.

Little tears are pricking at your eyes due to the overstimulation, your hand falling to his wrist, feeling the muscles underneath his skin clench with every push and pull of his magical fingers.

“Please, please..”

Aang’s lips are quieting your whines in seconds, voice now muffled as he locked your tongue in a brief tango. His fingers never let up, of course, possibly even intensifying as the kiss grew heavier.

A moment passed before the man pulled away, a sticky string connecting him to you that only broke the moment he moved slightly— gaze settling right back to be between your thighs.

“You’ll get what you want soon, [Name]— you’re almost there.” He murmured sweetly, scissoring his fingers, stretching you just how he wanted. “You’ll get all of me, every drop..” The single thought had the man’s head swirling, excitement quite clear with how desperate the thrusts of his fingers were becoming. They curled brushing into that little spot that had your moans peaking, signaling to your lover how close you were.

The Avatar’s name is coming out in a desperate drawl, thighs nearly squeezing shut but his arm acting as a buffer.

His eyes are practically shining with enthusiasm now, trained so intently on your pussy as if refusing to miss a single thing.

“That’s it, you’re right there.”

“Fu..fuck! Don’t stop—“

Aang couldn’t help the grin pulling his features, breathing out a quick, “I won’t. You know I won’t. Come for me, all over the hand of your beloved Avatar— don’t hold back; just let go.”

His pace quickened, stirring you up, bringing you further and further until you couldn’t take it anymore. You came undone in a loud, heavy moan, releasing all over Aang’s hand just like the man hoped, fluids trickling from your pretty cunt, to your taint, pooling onto the sheets beneath you.

Harsh breaths escaped you, chest rising and falling as your eyes pinched closed in an attempt to regain yourself. You shivered at the feeling of your lover removing his fingers, another following the moment those same appendages brushed the inside of your thighs in a soothing manner; hushed praises escaping his lips.

“You always do so well for me, my perfect girl.” Those sweet words are soon followed by the sound of clothes being plucked off, tossed to some random corner of your bed. With ease the man is grasping both of your thighs, hitching them to his hips as he drew himself closer. Aang’s length throbbed right against your wetness, excitement clear as precum collected at his tip.

“Now you’re ready, my love.”

[grimmsbride]

mark variants x like a scott pilgrim au?? two of my favorite interests just meshed together, reader taking place of ramona (obvi) and i’m deciding whether to make her officially with *our* mark or have her a prominent that they are all into… regardless i wanna add smut but it’s gonna be so many of them mfs it may get overwhelming 🫩

[grimmsbride]

omf umm 🫣 your rex was so good. this is so specific but i feel like our preferences line up p well so im humbly requesting...

douchebag!rex and chubby!reader where rex is constantly teasing her, maybe pinching her side or teasing her for eating sweets or something. but behind the scenes he CANNOT get enough of her, furiously jerks off to the thought of her nightly, gets jealous when other ppl get too close to her.

she gets hit with sex pollen at some point and he gets assigned the job of taking care of her and making sure she doesn't try to fuck everyone she sees. but rex is the one having a hard time keeping it together bc fuck why is she so cute when shes a desperate mess

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀love potions⠀╲ rex sloan ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary * 𓈒 you didn’t particularly like rex-splode, and the feeling seemed to be pretty neutral on his end. but a sudden mix of mystery smoke and being quarantined together, brings the two of you far closer then it should have.

tags * 𓈒 rex is extremely ooc. if you are here for a complete canon copy of him, you are at the wrong place— sorry to disappoint. | reader is a witch | typical sex pollen fic only this is my first time ever writing one 😞 | porn with plot(?) | incorrect biology (? maybe??) | sex with complicated feelings | mentions and examples of negging | rex is a dick & douchebag | reader is depicted as chubby / plus size & is a witch | overstimulation | over-exaggerated depictions of sex | raw sex | multiple positions | multiple orgasms | pet names ( pretty, mama, baby, etc etc ) | again hes ooc. | awkward time skips i’m sorryyy

author’s notes * 𓈒 this fic was supposed to be posted like two days ago but i made it way longer then i should have, and i genuinely don’t love how it came out but i still wanted to give my best in fulfilling your request— ty for requesting by the way 🫶🏾. the smut is towards the end if you don’t want to completely read the plot and as always please excuse any typos. i hope you enjoy this fic.

Had you broken your promise to Cecil? Your bold vow that you would never hex any of your teammates, no matter how much they pissed you off? Rex Sloan simply couldn’t wrap his head around it, brain nearly emitting smoke from how much his gears were turning.

It.. had to be a hex, right? Some spell in a fancy language he couldn’t identify, written right in those dingy pages of that grimoire you held so dear. He wondered how you did it, if you stood over him while he slept— whispering saccharine words and giggles, slipping in and out while he was none the wiser.

Only for Rex to wake with nothing but you, on his mind.

It was comical really, how much the outside body covers. One would think Rex hated your guts. And his mouth surely didn’t help. Releasing random remarks about your clothes clinging to your skin, how you should put down that donut once in a while, even going as far as pinching your sides — which always resulted in a quick slap, but still — if anyone on The Guardians were ever asked what relationship the two of you had it could always be described as borderline hostile.

However, appearances can be deceiving. It wasn’t that Rex hated you, or your body for that matter. Quite the opposite actually. The man couldn’t count on two hands how many times his eyes have trailed to your ass whenever you walked by or how he could nearly tremble whenever your form brushed up against him. You consumed him entirely; smell, face, everything about you was intoxicating to the point he simply could not get you out of his mind.

Working out? Rex was wondering if he would be able to lift you at his current rep. How his fingers would probably sink into your warm flesh as he tugged you closer by the hips, maybe you would even whine about being heavy— only for him to prove you wrong.

In the shower? All that steam surrounding him? Oh, the man could only imagine having you right beside him, suds sliding down your body like the stretch marks etched into your skin; the man would be steady wondering how hot and heavy the two of you could get— melting into the other until you’re basically forced to get out.

In his bed, under those comfortable blankets was the worst of all. During the day Rex was able to ignore his thoughts and focus on being a dick to everyone — mostly you — and being a superhero. But in his bed with nothing to ground him, his mind went wild.

Wild enough that it affected the rest of his body.

Most nights were spent rather sinfully, a hand wrapped tightly around his dick whilst arousal dripped from his angry red tip. Rex’s free hand was always on his face, as if shameful for what he was doing. And technically he was.

He was Rex Sloan, basically resident fuck-boy; meaning, jerking off should be really be at the bottom of the list. But when it came to you, any thought of approaching you for such a thing, for something other than random insults and remarks— the man was suddenly mute.

“Rex. Are you listening?”

The mechanical voice cut through the flood of thoughts swarming the man’s mind, snapping his eyes from the random buildings passing by to the machine currently driving the vehicle that soared through the air. And to the side was you, sitting so prim and perfectly in your dark clothes; hand currently occupied by a mirror to which your free hand plucked and fluffed your hair. In the midst your hand dragged down towards your chubby cheek and lower, fingers resting upon your lips to which you gently smoothed— probably assuring they were free of anything.

Rex couldn’t help but stare, throughly entranced with it all— suddenly feeling very jealous of your finger tips.

Were your lips as soft as they looked? He wondered how you would taste, he could just imagine them wrapped around his di—

“Rex?”

The moment his name was spoken again your eyes suddenly snapped to his through the mirror, causing the man to quickly look away, nearly glaring daggers into the back of Robot’s head.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” He waved it off, forcing a nonchalant facade. “We go to some greenhouse, blow up some freakish plant monster— and then get on with the day.”

Rex then allowed his gaze to tilt back to you, a rather stupid grin suddenly crossing his features.

“But what’s Ms. Sabrina the Witch doing here? You and I could handle this job no problem without the extra weight.”

Your eyebrow twitched, slamming your compact mirror closed as you turned to glare at the man.

“You think you’re so funny.. Maybe I should call Amanda to whoop your ass again.”

“What, you need a little girl to fight your battles?”

“Rex, you aren’t even worth a single spell in my book.. Though,” Your eyes trailed away from the man, suddenly looking deep in thought as your arms crossed over your bosom; “— Maybe I could turn you into a toad.. I’m not sure you would look any different, however.”

Rex couldn’t help but scoff, feeling far too many emotions swarm his stomach the moment he noticed those perfect lips lift into a simper. His own parted, ready to release some fast remark when Robot interrupted;

“From the information gathered by Cecil, there seems to be magical forces at play; explaining the sudden behavior of the plant. Both of you are needed for this mission, and you two are expected to act as a team.”

Those final words were spoken, the tense atmosphere quickly delving into silence. Like teenagers ridiculed the two of you crossed your arms, leaning back into your seats and waiting silently for this damned mission to begin.

Moments passed before the vehicle suddenly stopped, lowering to the ground before a large greenhouse. The windows were frosted, yet large shadows seemed to be pressed against the glass.

With ease you slipped out of the car, tucking your spellbook close and inspecting the outside carefully. What Robot said was right, there seemed to be some type of magical presence; strong enough you felt it from the outside.

You turned, hearing your other teammates exit the vehicle— Robot stepping to stand beside you. His metallic hand rose to the handle of the building, giving the two of you a single glance;

“Are you ready t—“

“Let’s get this over with already!”

. . .

Minutes, possibly even hours passed with the three of you attacking the plant that had taken over the building. With each vine Rex seemed to explode, another grew; dwindling all your progress to zero.

Finally in a sudden turn of events you found the perfect spell, reciting the olden language as a dark spiraled glyph etched into the ground below the plant.

Light sprung from your magic, incinerating the monster from within.

In the midst of this however, a sudden pinkish hue entered the air in the form of smoke, chasing towards you desperately as the plant breathed its final moments. You quickly flung an arm around your face, but it was far too late; feeling the foreign air run up your nose in a painful burn. It trickled down to your throat, clogging so much you began to cough; body shaking from the excursion. You fell to your knees, struggling to catch your breath, as sloppy wet coughs escaped your chest.

“[Name]!”

You didn’t know whether it was Rex or Robot speaking, deciding to focus on your breathing instead. Your eyes shut close, sucking in harshly to hopefully fill your lungs with fresh air and not whatever that mysterious smoke was. It took a couple of tries but you eventually succeeded, feeling your rushing heart relax the moment you could breathe again.

You slowly lifted from your hunched position, noting the way Robot stood close to you whilst Rex stood off to the side, gaze settled upon you with an unreadable expression.

“What the hell was that, Robot?! Did it just piss on her?”

“You’re..” You huffed softly, slowly rising to your feet, tucking your book close to your body. “— so immature.”

“I’m asking a serious question!”

You shook your head, switching your gaze over to the still machine, waiting for some type of answer. You secretly prayed Rex was wrong, knowing you would probably gag if it truly was magical monster plant pee.

“It wasn’t urine, Rex; the plant released a pheromone as a response to [Name] killing it. “ Rex explained slowly, stepping a tad bit closer to you, clearly scanning your form. “It’s current effects are unknown to me, however you seemed to have inhaled most of it and absorbed it through your skin.”

“What?” You hissed in concern, eyes falling to your body as if searching for some type of answer. You even went as far as swiping your skin, truly desperate to get whatever the hell it was off you.

“That won’t work.”

“Yeah, no shit Robot—“ Rex stepped in, eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he glanced down at you before switching his gaze back to his other teammate. “What are you gonna do?”

All was silent for a moment as Robot thought it over, possibly doing millions of calculations for an answer. You stood quietly, attempting to swallow your fear. This so called pheromone couldn’t be that bad.. right? Maybe it was like a skunk thing?

Okay, that did sound pretty bad.

Robot stole you from your thoughts the moment he spoke again, your eyes flicking to him and noticing his own head switched towards Rex.

“For now, while I assess the effects the two of you will be quarantined together.”

“What?”

“There’s no way in he—“

“You could possibly infect the others through contact and given Rex was nearby during the event, there’s a possibility the pheromones hit him as well.” Robot cut through your childish remarks with ease, watching your mouths clamp shut in response.

“This is only temporary. I will figure out an answer soon. For now, please work with me.”

. . .

You wanted to work with Robot, or more like needed to. So you were pretty silent on the ride back to headquarters albeit the little groans of irritation that escaped you each time you shifted, suddenly feeling every bit of fabric clinging to your skin.

It was a blur making it to the quarantine area— or rather your bedroom. You didn’t love having your biggest enemy in your safe haven, but you would have to make do.

“Feel any different?”

“You asked that three minutes ago, Rex.” You murmured softly, eyes closed as you laid amongst your soft blankets. You had taken a shower the moment you got back, something Robot recommended and something you definitely needed. Removing your clothes to relish under the hot water was pure bliss, you would have stayed under there for hours if you could. After which you dried and dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, baggy to combat the sudden suffocating sensation surrounding you.

You turned from lying on your back to your side, allowing your eyes to open and focus on the man across the room. He was seated on your vanity chair, dressed in a simple white tank and his super-suit pants. The man’s hair was done up in a messy bun, a few strands framing his face. You began to stare longer than you should have, only realizing the moment his eyebrow twitched up, clearly questioning your sudden interest on his face.

You breathed softly, “I don’t feel any different.. just, hot.”

“Hot?”

You gave a little nod, rolling onto your stomach as your face smushed into the blankets and pillows below you. “Hot.” You repeated softly, eyes closing for a moment. Hot, was an understatement. While your shower helped cool you down in the moment, it felt as if your temperature was slowly rising and rising— with no end in sight. It explained why you suddenly felt so suffocated; the fabric you wore clinging to your body as you began to sweat.

Along with this, you felt dizzy as if developing the worst super powered vertigo known to man. The only remedy was shutting your eyes tightly, even going as far as shoving your face into your bed to help.

“Really.. hot.” You murmured more to yourself rather than the man, but he heard regardless.

Rex couldn’t help the tinge of worry invading his body as he looked at you. He could hear the way you basically panted, as well as see your body rise and fall with every breath. He sucked in his own, rising to his feet and crossing the bedroom quickly.

“You’re not gonna be able to breathe like that, c’mon—“ he leaned upon your bed with a single hand whilst the other went for your arm, gently pushing you, however hissing the moment his palm made contact with your skin.

“Fuck, you’re boiling [Name].” Rex murmured, eyes casing down your front the moment you rested on your back. He immediately noticed the sweat presented on your skin, shining underneath your overhead light and trickling down your body. With each huff your chest was rising, hands clenching the shirt you wore as if to ground you.

“I’m.. starting to feel weird.” Your voice came out in a croak, as like it burned to speak; eyes blinking open to stare up at the man before you, which proved difficult given how you could barely focus.

Rex sucked in a breath, his hand gliding from your arm to instead maneuver towards your forehead. From the heat radiating against his palm it was clear you had a fever, terrible enough that it seemed to incapacitate you completely. Such a thought caused the man to worry, something he didn’t typically like doing but he couldn’t help it at this point.

“Are you in pain anywhere?”

You slowly shook your head, causing the man’s hand to glide lower, coming into contact with your cheek. The moment it did, you shivered, eyes shutting close and seemingly leaning into his touch. It felt cooling compared to the rest of your body, a funny thought given his entire power was exploding shit.

Still, it seemed like the remedy to your situation, causing you to basically sink into his touch; a sigh gliding through your nostrils.

This took Rex by surprise, eyes widening slowly at the display. You, the woman he was oh so sure hated him, was leaning into his touch? It truly must be winter in hell for such a thing to happen.

“[Name]..?” He called on hushed breath, throughly confused by the situation. You didn’t respond, at first; seemingly content with your cheek in his hand. But the moment Rex moved your eyes were flying open, reaching over to lock your fingers around his wrist.

“Don’t.. move. Please don’t move.”

You murmured softly, borderline whimpering as you turned to place the full weight of your head into his palm. Your fingers dragged down his wrist to his arm, coaxing him to stay just where you wanted— needed him to be. Your entire body was overheating at this point, your clothes feeling far too restricting as if you were ready to burst out the seams. You released a shuddering breath, shifting once more and allowing your lips to graze his skin, nose pressed up against his wrist in turn.

The moment his smell hit you, you were murmuring a soft swear; nails dragging against his skin as desperation began to fill your entirety.

Rex couldn’t do a thing but sit there and gape, attempting to stay composed despite what was unfolding before him. His fingers twitched as they glided close to you hair, feeling something else twitch as your lips traced his skin— fuck, what were you doing? The man wanted nothing more than to ask just that, tearing his hand away in the process.

But he couldn’t, not with the way those pretty eyes were fluttering at him, clearly so desperate for his touch. Rex’s tongue slipped out to glide across his bottom lip nervously, nearly convulsing as he watched your gaze fall to the simple action.

Everything was growing so hot around the two of you, as if the pheromones had seeped out completely and covered every inch of your room. Silence carried before your lips parted to speak a sweet,

“Rex..”

It took a moment for the man to reply with how his name tasted on your tongue. You had abandoned that usual hint of annoyance and frustration crafted specifically for him, instead choosing something so soft, and downright irresistible it was causing his mind to go wild.

His teeth dragged across his cheek, finally releasing a simple; “What is it? Do you.. want me to go get Robot?”

You couldn’t have shaken your head any faster, hand even tightening around his arm— as if truly scared his touch would leave. You brought your body closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him; eyes carrying down his form as soft huffs pushed through pouted lips.

“No..— please, please stay. I need you to stay, Rex.” A drawn out beg escaped you quickly, Rex sucking in air at your words. Stay? He had no choice but to. The two of you were quarantined after all.

But something told him that wasn’t what you were only entailing. Something, like how your gaze simply couldn’t focus on a single spot; trailing from his face down to his legs— lingering there for a moment before returning back to his features.

“Then wha—“

“I need,” You begun slowly, struggling to find the words as hurried breaths escaped. The feeling running through you was completely foreign, sensations, senses, all of it; cranked up completely to one hundred. Fear of the unknown pooled deep in your stomach, followed by something else entirely the longer you looked at the man before you.

Finally you seemed to find what you wanted, fingers dragging against his skin once more, it pricking with each touch.

“You. I need you, Rex. I need to feel you..”

You were lying. This was a trick to fuck with him right? There’s no way you, wanted him in that way. It was all some ploy to admit something he didn’t want to, right? It had to be..

Rex wanted to open his mouth to refuse you, brain screaming at him to push you away. Push her, push her, push her— it thundered in his head as if the only plausible answer to the situation.

But the moment a single please escaped those pretty lips, the only thought in Rex’s head was;

Fuck this.

The hand upon you gripped your cheek with purpose, the man leaning to snatch your lips in a heated kiss. The moment the two of you connected, a soft whine escaped right into his mouth— your free hand latching onto his body quickly. Your lips moved in such a perfect rhythm, igniting your already hot body to basically boil over. You couldn’t help how desperate your lips were getting, whimpering and whining; practically begging for more out of the man.

The two of you parted, Rex watching the way you attempted to chase his lips, eyelids coming to hang low over green eyes that took you in so intently.

“Rex, please..”

“I hear you.” His words broke through the fog slowly clouding your mind, you completely focused on him and only him. The way he breathed, stared, how he ever so slowly lifted himself to hover over your sweltering body; bringing himself to rest on his forearm whilst the other hand continued to hold your face.

“I got you mama, shit..” Rex dragged softly as he pressed another kiss to your lips, leading his own down to your chin, neck, before stamping kisses right against your collarbone. Your taste was a perfect swirl of salty and sweet, curtesy of your sweat and the body wash you had previously used. The man released your face to instead carry his hand downwards, soon reaching the edge of your shirt; breaching the clothing to spread his hand across your stomach.

Rex could nearly groan the moment his fingers clenched, delighted by the way his digits sunk into your plump flesh— hot against his hand and completely perfect despite what he claimed. His eyes took you in searching for something, anything that would tell him to stop— that you didn’t want this at all. But the man only received a pout, and eyes filled to the brim with want.

For him, and only him.

Such a look had him shuddering, leaning close and muttering a quick so desperate for me right upon your lips— such words causing you to keen and melt into him completely. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, never wishing to let go as you felt his comforting hand crossing from your warm stomach and up, the cool air gliding across your skin the more exposed it got.

You gasped as Rex’s fingers traced your breast for a moment, simply playing with you before allowing two of them to enclose a hardened nipple; stimulating the peak so perfectly that sparks were emitting between your thighs. You couldn’t help but lift your hips up, finding what you wanted — his thigh — and dragging yourself up and down slowly.

The stimulation caused you to pant into him, sounds overtaken the moment his tongue intruded your mouth; licking into the dark space with such interest. With a twirl of your two wet, appendages you were moaning softly, feeling the combined spit trickle down your chin the longer you kissed.

You were already dizzy before but with his mouth, fingers, and thigh; you could only describe your mind being a spiral with no end in sight.

As he pulled away you panted, grinding against his thigh like some pathetic dog in heat— clearly desperate for friction to ease the ache between your legs.

Rex took you in greedily, rising up to his haunches, continuing to tweak your breast whilst his other hand carried from your bed and to your body, dragging across your covered sex. Your shorts were soaked, basically ruined; arousal seeping through the fabric easily. He watched as you practically withered at his touch, not so secretly rising your hips to his hand once again.

With another drag of his hand you were whining, peeking up at the man;

“Rex.. don’t tease, please don’t tease me.”

You were palpable, shaking, wanting, needing— everything and anything Rex could have ever wanted. The last thing on his mind was teasing you again.

He was practically tearing your pants and panties off, tossing them to some corner you could worry about later. Your thighs parted, exposing the way a glossy, slick coated your aching cunt; clit swollen, begging for attention as your hole fluttered. Rex couldn’t help but drool, dipping his fingers to coat in your essence, watching the way you practically shook from the naked touch.

“Fuck.. you’re soaked.” Rex whispered, dragging a finger along before finding your little button, circling it carefully. He watched the way your face screwed up in pleasure, how your thighs twitched, slowly enclosing his hand— refusing to let him go where you needed him most.

Your eyes glossy, a film of pure lust covering the pretty gaze; such a look had the man basically huffing, feeling all inhibitions leave his body in a single trickle. Rex continued to circle your swollen clit, feeling the way you so desperately rose into his hand, he knew this was the most sensitive part of a woman, but god— the way you withered was otherworldly.

“Rex, Rex, Rex..” You were whining his name so pathetically, fingers tugging at your blankets as your hips swiveled in the direction of his finger. The ache inside of you only seemed to grow, the pressure building up in your stomach and threatening to spill over. You could feel the way globs of arousal basically pooled from within you, trickling down to your taint and surely staining the bedsheets.

“Fuck… why do you look so pretty like this?”

The question was spoke out loud, yet truthfully not for you to answer. Rex racked his brain on why exactly he waited so long to have you like this. He was such a dick, truly and utterly— to you, and to himself.

The man’s eyes flicked from your pretty pussy back to your even prettier features, gliding his fingers lower to prod at your weeping entrance; easily pushing two digits in to which your velvety walls basically sucked in.

He wasted no time in thrusting the appendages in and out, enjoying the way your moans pitched so perfectly; hitting every inch of his brain in the best symphony. He scissored and curled, brushing up against that spongy spot you; yourself, have never been able to reach with your own fingers.

And the moment Rex’s thumb rose, sweeping across your sensitive button; you were truly done for.

Your hand flew down to his wrist, gripping, refusing to let him go as rushed cries quickly turned into sharp bellows of his name the longer he ruined you with his fingers. It shouldn’t feel this damn good at all. Not simply because it was his fingers but also because it was Rex himself.

The idiot that always looked at you with such disdain, always treated you oddly, mocking you— the whole nine yards like some little bully. Yet here he was, staring at you so sweetly while easing that desperate ache that only he could solve. Only him.

You would slap yourself later. When your mind wasn’t so warped. For now, you wanted nothing more than to be ruined and built right back up by the man you claimed to hate.

Your nails scratched at his skin, thighs closing in around his arm as that pressure thundered deep in your stomach— ready to burst at any time. You couldn’t help the way tears pricked at your eyes, spilling over with each of your quick blinks.

In your daze you heard Rex coo, maybe whisper; soon feeling him move towards your side, face hovering close to your own whilst his fingers continued that perfect rhythm inside of you.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this,” Awe clung to his words, heavy lidded eyes dedicating each pleasure stricken feature to memory; refusing to let it go. “So fucking perfect like this.. I’m such a dick, fuck—“ Rex wondered if he was suddenly getting infected, given the way you so easily took over every sense of his. He felt, smelt, saw, and tasted just about every inch of your presence; a concoction that even the best bartender couldn’t even begin to replicate.

“—Mm close! Fuck.. Rex, please..!”

Your walls clung to his fingers, peak rising so quickly only to crash even faster. The tears spilled over, coating your cheeks whilst your arousal coated his fingers, and your bedsheets. You shook from the aftershocks, desperately trying to catch your breath; whining the moment you felt Rex remove his fingers.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but you moved much faster, reaching out to plant your hands onto his shoulders. You rose, pressing your lips to his own whilst pushing at his body; affectively getting him to lay onto his back whilst you crawled over his body.

Rex could nearly cum in his pants the moment you laid out amongst him, his hands immediately falling to your plush thighs, tugging them; eyes rolling back at how soft you felt against his skin. And the moment he realized you were dragging your hips, smearing your messy pussy across his covered bulge; the man pulled back to groan, shuddering breaths escaping his chest.

“Fuck, fuck— wait, don’t you need to, recover— [Name]?”

“Nnn.. no, no..”

He watched as you rose to sit in his lap, hips still bucking, still grinding and rolling like some machine that refused to turn off. You looked like a fucking goddess above him, hair a mess yet framing your features perfectly, eyes glossy, lips shining with your combined saliva; Rex wondered what he did he do to deserve such a display.

“Need more.. fuck I need it Rex, please!” With a particularly long drag of your hips you were shaking, hands pressed against his chest, crumpling the shirt he wore within your palms. It was like your body didn’t care you had finished just a second ago, still completely aching in desperation as if you were completely untouched.

Your sweet whines did something to Rex, the man swearing under his breath, the previous worry he held for you no longer present. Wasting no time, he allowed his hands to fall from your body to instead find the waistband of his pants, resting his feet onto the bed to shimmy his garments down to his thighs.

His length sprung from its confinements, tip flushed with pearly globs of white slipping from its slit. You brushed close, sweltering center dragging across it so perfectly the both of you could only groan.

Rex’s hands found your hips again, squeezing the flesh within his fingers as his own hips rose to buck into you. “C’mon mama, it’s all yours.. don’t tease.” His head tilted, eyes fluttering closed the moment you ground against him once again. His tip bumped against your swollen button, dragging to your fluttering hole; prodding there for a moment before slowly pushing past the ring of muscle.

The man downright shivered, sparks running down his spine the way your wet walls clung to his dick, shaping around it so perfectly he swore you were made just for him. You weren’t any better, nearly falling apart as you enveloped him completely— ass rested on his legs, seated so perfectly. The stretch should have burned, but you only felt pure bliss with every inch pushed into you. Filled to the brim, his dick basically throbbing inside you, veins brushing against your walls; hitting places you didn’t even know existed.

You didn’t wait to adjust, to allow air to even fully expand your lungs before you were lifting yourself until only the tip remained inside— dropping down in one full motion. The moan released you was pure sickeningly sweet honey, clutching the man so desperately as more hurried drops of your hips followed.

Rex clung to your hips for dear life, barely being able to keep himself together. The single thought of don’t come, don’t come, swirled inside his mind; proving more difficult the longer you rode him. His body shook with each heavy pant he released, nails digging into your plush skin as his eyes nearly met his skull.

“Jus… ha— just like that baby, fucking use me—“ His feet suddenly planted firmly upon your bed, meeting each of your ruts with his own thrusts, tip striking your g-spot so perfectly.

Stars invaded your vision, body sweltering, sweat trickling down every single part of your body— but you refused to stop, you couldn’t. You felt as if you could die without this. And they may have been true, with how you were clinging to the man like he was some kind of anchor.

You lowered yourself, quick breaths fanning across his exposed skin; whining the moment you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist, feeling him drill into you without a care.

“Rex, o—oh god, fuck!” You shoved your face into his neck, sniffling and sobbing as that ache swelled. You weren’t even thinking properly nor making sense, incoherent words that sounded like some jumbled prayer of his name slipping off your tongue far too quickly.

Before you could even breathe the man was suddenly flipping your positions, hands going for your thighs and spreading you open— fucking into you so deeply, you could have sworn he was in your cervix at this point.

“So perfect.. fucking perfect, fuck, fuck..” His words came out in a drawn fashion, eyes glued to your body. He pushed your thighs, watching the way your stomach rolled up in response; Rex swearing he was getting hard all over again. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, ass rippling each time his hips made contact.

Far too quickly you were coming undone, coil snapping without warning leaving you a shaking mess that could only gasp and cry. Your slick escaped, coating his dick; creating a creamy ring around the base as he simply would not, stop, moving. Instead the man lowered, coming closer and sliding your legs to his shoulders.

Through shallow thrusts Rex spoke, “Been so fucking mean to you. You forgive me baby, huh?” All while planting the sweetest kisses against your skin, as if he wasn’t utterly wrecking you.

You could only whine, hands sliding to his back, dragging your nails against him as you shook your head far too fast— making yourself even more delirious then before.

But that wasn’t enough for the man, no, that wasn’t what he wanted, needed.

A hand came between the two of you, easily finding your messy clit and rubbing circles into the bud. You shook, overstimulation biting at your body to the point you were keening.

“Wanna hear you say it, pretty…” Rex spoke in-between sharp thrusts and shaky exhales. “—I was a fucking ass..asshole, and liar; every inch of you is perfect.. shit, you have me obsessed [Name].”

It was clear the man wasn’t thinking straight from how easily the confession swept from his lips, some type of metaphorical weight being lifted off his shoulders the moment it was uttered however. Rex took in the way you struggled to keep your eyes on him, and with how you were tossing back and forth between ecstasy he was sure you hadn’t heard a damn thing.

Still, the pace of both his fingers and hips quickened, moving much closer to kiss you, soft cooes of forgive me, being pushed into your mouth.

Your hands trailed to his hair, bun long forgotten as the strands peeked and slid between the gaps of your fingers. Rex swallowed your last bellow, your entire body jerking as you squirted, making a complete mess of him, yourself, and your bed.

He wasn’t too far behind, groaning into you as he drove himself deeper, gripping your skin as he flooded you with his come; adding to the mess the moment it began to trickle out.

Rex’s hips finally stilled, hand even moving away from your pretty cunt yet his lips remained on you, still kissing you so sloppily yet gingerly. Moments passed of this lip locking before he pulled away for air, forehead resting against your own as he greedily sucked it up.

You panted as well, that once unquenchable ache now very dull compared to before. You melted into the bed, sighing heavily as your hands dragged from his hair to his cheeks, collecting them in your palms.

“I forgive you.” You whispered, watching recollection cross his features, causing your lips to curl into a little grin. “But yeah, you’re a dick.”

Rex couldn’t help the little grin pulling his lips, “I know. But hey, I helped you get rid of that monster plant piss— just had to sweat it out.”

You groaned softly, pushing at his body to which the man laughed, refusing to break away.

“You ruin everything.”

[baby-bat-draws]

fic was so good i had to reread it a few times and then draw that shit

[grimmsbride]

WAITT I WANNA SEE THE DRAWING PLSS

[grimmsbride]

so glad you're back 🥹🥹 i missed u

d’awww u don’t know how much this means to me 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[grimmsbride]

YOUR INVICIBLE FICS ARE SO GOOD ?? I LOVE HOW U WRITE FOR MOHAWK MARK KYAAA !!! YOUR FICS IN GENERAL ARE AMAZING , I WAS WONDERING IF U HAD REQUESTS OPEN BTW ...

thank youuuu they’re so old tho i’m happy you enjoyed them! and possibly?? i haven’t been very active cause of life but with invincible coming back soon i probably will pick it back up when i have the time

[connect404]

BLOM HALLOWEEN SKETCHES !!!! COME AND GET THEM 💥💥💥 by far my favs are Matthew and Neil :3

[grimmsbride]

its been so long since i sent in that chubby reader sex pollen ask but thank you so much i just checked to see if youd ever seen it and i 😭😭😭 youre literally so good 💕 your writing is so. ugh. perf.

thank you so much!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 i’m glad you enjoyed, sex pollen fics are pretty interesting to read and write imo if you ever wish to request again don’t be afraid to

[windsways]

★ : GACHIAKUTA TEXTS!!

changing pet names in their keyboard settings to bitch

✧.* enjin, gris, zanka, zodyl, jabber, august, tamsy

a/n : wanted to add follo but my phone was pissing me off 💔 also, there are some typos but i’m too lazy to fix em JUST IGNORE THEM!!

ׂׂૢ warnings : swearing (a lot), suggestive, mentions of death/killing (as a joke), i think thats it, lmk if i missed anything!

ೀ ENJIN ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ GRIS ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ ZANKA ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ ZODYL ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ JABBER ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ AUGUST ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ TAMSY ⭑.ᐟ

I LOWK might do a part 2 w da girls heh STAY TUNED !

[cindermellow]

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 fic and it's got a hold on me if you're requests are open I hope you could do one where reader is injured please and thank you ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

DISPATCH ROBERT ROBERTSON WHEN YOU'RE HURT HCS

hi! i don't do requests really but i don't mind doing one once and a while. thank you for liking my robert fic i hope this one matches what you had in mind! <3

: ̗̀➛Robert has swung for less so he’s really unpredictable (in my opinion). We’ve seen him in those fight scenes, he bit someone’s thumb off. He’s liable to go absolutely batshit in the right or wrong moment

: ̗̀➛how you get hurt and the severity/cause of it would sway how he acts but he’d be vibrating at his desk after getting the alert.

: ̗̀➛lets say you get hurt whilst you were dispatched, robert’s probably the one on call since you’re on the z-team and he’s on edge the moment your voice comes in through the comms

: ̗̀➛his patience is already at zero but he’s a professional guy—he knows he can’t do much until he’s cleared for it

: ̗̀➛he sits there grinding his teeth, only relaxing when he speaks to you directly and is trying to keep you calm while he waits for backup

“Hey, hey. I’m here. Lay low for me, okay? Don’t be a hero right now. You’re off the clock.”

“Get out of there if you can. Please.”

: ̗̀➛he’s snapping at everyone around him

: ̗̀➛he’s holding together until he hears Blonde Blazer announce the departure of backup

: ̗̀➛he hears your breath hitch over his earpiece and he stands up so quickly his chair rolls back and crashes into the wall

: ̗̀➛he’s not listening to anyone as they try to get him to sit back down, telling him he’s still got about three other heroes out on other job sites. He’s just focused on you.

: ̗̀➛scares the backup heroes as he is quite literally on their heels to get to you.

: ̗̀➛robert is on his knees the minute he finds you, supporting your neck and back as he slowly lifts you into his arms

: ̗̀➛he doesn’t say it but you can see the recognition in his eyes, remembering all that he’s lost before this—he won’t do it again

: ̗̀➛now if he was with you when it happened? Someone’s leaving in a bodybag

: ̗̀➛robert has eyes on you always in a fight. even when it’s chaotic and he’s fighting someone or something else—he somehow keeps darting back to where you are

: ̗̀➛the minute you go down he’s slamming the other guy’s head into the ground and rushing to you

: ̗̀➛he swings violently at your attacker—no mercy, blood and all

: ̗̀➛he quite literally doesn’t stop until someone drags him off 

: ̗̀➛afterwards his focus is immediately back on you and everyone involved watches as he carefully picks you up and takes off

: ̗̀➛actually really good at caring for someone—just not himself

: ̗̀➛mother hen mode when you get back to a safer place, likely your shared apartment if you’ve already moved in

: ̗̀➛doesn’t sleep while you’re still healing and you often wake up to him sitting in a chair in the corner of your room. watching

“Christ—Robert!” “Sup, you okay? Need anything? Water?”

“Go to sleep.”

: ̗̀➛is always there for you even if he’s at work

: ̗̀➛he will leave without clocking out if you need his help with reaching for something because of your bruised ribs

: ̗̀➛unfortunately i am unsure if robert can cook so he may just get soup delivered while you’re on bedrest

: ̗̀➛sits next to you on the bed and just wraps an arm around you as gently as possible

: ̗̀➛kisses your temple when he notices you dozing off, his thumb moving up and down across your arm

: ̗̀➛basically wraps you in bubble wrap and totally pretends he’s not using your injuries as an excuse to spend more time with you—he’s a busy man after all with being mechaman and the dispatch for a team of former bad kids trying(loosely) to be good

The first thing you notice when you wake up is how quiet it is. You passed out pretty quickly after falling in that fight, the last thing being Robert’s furrowed brow and angry expression melting into worry as he hovered over you.

Your head hurts. Your ribs ache every time you inhale and there’s a hand in yours by the side of the bed.

Wait. You turn your head stiffly, feeling the fresh bruise around your neck you almost missed.

“Robert?” You whisper, taking in your boyfriend’s appearance.

Robert was sitting in a plastic chair next to the bed. The same plastic chair you were pretty sure he dug out of the dumpster before you moved in. He’s leaned forward, elbows on his knees and one hand now tightening around yours as if everything was a bit more dire than it looked. His eyes are lined with dark shadows and there’s blood on his shirt that you just know isn’t his.

“Hey…” He mutters, his voice rough.

He sees you there, breathing. Okay. Alive. He sighs heavily and leans his head back, shutting his eyes tight for a split second. “Shit—I mean jesus…I wasn’t good when I saw you, you know?” He says, jaw tensing after.

You feel your heart squeeze. “I’m so sorry—” Robert leans forward and drops your hand to cup the side of your face that was safe from bruises.

“ —No. Don’t. You’re fine. More than fine. I am not mad…at you.” He stares you down until you nod and he relaxes. “I’ve already lost a lot in life…I am not letting you go anytime soon.”

You chuckle softly at that. It hurts your chest but you don’t care.

“So, you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future?”

He smirks and it’s slanted.

“All I could ever want.”

Robert sits with you while you’re awake for a while longer, eventually standing up to “fix the door”. You don’t ask, but you ask him to come back, and stay with you for the night. He’s offended you even thought he wouldn’t, like he wasn’t already going to glue your hands together.

[grimmsbride]

❛IT’S JUST A CIGARETTE .. ENJIN/ READER. ──────── you made a promise to get out of the web that was enjin, the beloved leader of akuta. but of course, that’s easier said then done.❛𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ◞

۫ NOTES. [enjin may be ooc as i am still new to gachiakuta & to writing for enjin in general | hints at enjin & reader having a previous fling | suggestive content | shotgunning | reader isn’t exactly his type but he’s still 100% into her | mentions of typical cleaner work | stubborn reader | reader is a cleaner | reader is black coded | they are both shit with feelings | etc ]

۫ MANI’S THOUGHTS. [ just a small little thing i thought up of, plus shotgunning is completely hot so don’t judge me. ]

۫ WORD COUNT. [2.2K+]

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There were certain rituals you partook in after an especially rough mission. Showering was first— of course, dedicating time to scrubbing your body free of the grime that polluted the Ground. The second and most important ritual, was going to your favorite bar for a drink. Any drink, really. You never went with the intention of getting plastered, but rather something quick— something that would slide down your throat easy and settle into a dull buzz within the pit of your stomach. That was your paradise. What kept you going through particularly treacherous days. A quick I’ll grab a drink later, always boosted your spirits whenever a Trash Beast was being difficult.

That and a cigarette, but you had forgotten to reup on your supply.

A swift sigh escaped you as your eyes settled on the cup before you, inspecting the shallow pool of grenadine and whatever alcohol the bartender had chosen— resting at the bottom of the glass. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it did its job; quick, easy, and gave you just a gentle enough buzz you knew you would sleep with no issues.

You searched your pocket for a moment, fingers collecting payment in an orderly fashion. “Thanks, as always.” You hummed, gifting the bartender a gentle smile as you placed the money down. With little effort you lifted from the bar stool you resided on, taking a step before turning towards the door. Another step and you were leaving, pushing the door open with it shutting closed behind you. Now to make your trek back to headquarters, maybe catch Semiu for a quick chat, and then head to bed.

The perfect plan. Your perfect little ritual. That was until a familiar, grating voice entered your ears.

“Ah! [Name]?”

The voice was excited, curiosity brimming at the edges of its speech as it peeked within your brain. Like a needle just jamming at your eardrums. Your lips fell into a tight line, turning your head to the side with a bit of a struggle. Your gaze settled upon a familiar figure, one that took lazy, long strides towards you. His hands rested at his sides, one holding that perfect little umbrella just high enough it didn’t drag across the ground.

Your eyes lifted, boring into the man’s features. His expression was all that you expected; amused, teasing, and downright punchable.

Within minutes he was a few feet away from you, maneuvering the cigarette he held in his mouth to the side as a quip of;

“How are ya, stranger?” escaped his lips.

Your arms crossed over your body, giving your best at an annoyed expression. “Enjin.. has anyone ever told you, you are very, very corny..?” You murmured softly, listening to the way a soft chuckle trailed from him.

Despite his corniness, the man wasn’t particularly incorrect in the title he chose for you. Stranger. It was fitting after all, given the lengths you went through to avoid the man.

You didn’t hate him, didn’t despise him, didn’t have some sort of inexplicable trauma that the man just unfortunately manifested for your reason of avoidance. Quite the opposite, actually.

The man was a mirror image of your drink; quick, easy, and just the perfect little buzz that lead you to sleep each and every-time. Being a Cleaner you hadn’t expected to reach such a level with someone, a level of intimacy. It didn’t have a name— it didn’t need one. You were there when he wanted, he was there when you needed; it was a simple match up that didn’t need distinction.

Until the unfortunate happened, until your poor little heart just couldn’t bare it any longer. You were a Cleaner for God’s sake— an expert on exterminating Trash Beasts, not on whatever emotions the man pulled from within you.

It was becoming far too complicated, no longer easy and smooth— so you did what every normal adult would. You broke it off, even ghosting him for good measure.

It wasn’t easy, of course, but you made a habit of always being on a job when he was at HQ and vice versa. But just this once, your little plan didn’t go through.

The man rose an eyebrow at you, clearly waiting for an answer. Your lips pursed a bit, “But I’ve been fine.. thanks for asking.” The last bit was mumbled, watching with a strained gaze as the man leaned back against the concrete wall of the bar.

“Of course, though..” Enjin hummed, taking a peek at you. “I wouldn’t have to ask that if you kept in touch.”

“You have a choker for a reason.”

“Acting dense isn’t a cute look on you.”

The words were shot back quickly, effectively diminishing any other argument you could possibly think of. You simply settled for silence, assisting your already stubborn nature. You knew sooner or later you would have to face the repercussions of your actions; no matter how you justified it within your head.

A short breath escaped through your nostrils, leaning against the wall as well as you glanced infront of you. The night was pretty quiet, a few stray people walking around but nothing major.

Finally you broke the silence with a simple, “Can I bum one off you?”

The words settled in the air for a moment before the man snorted beside you, his gaze turning to rest on your form.

“Seriously..?”

You shrugged a little, blindly reaching your hand in his direction, hoping for that familiar little stick of joy to enter your palm. You gave it a moment, listening to him rummage in his pocket. Then.. the moment passed, and you were still empty handed.

“Whoops. This must have been my last one.”

Your head whipped around, features contorting into an annoyed expression as you caught the sneaky little glint on his face. What was that? Was he lying? Maybe making fun of you? What—

Enjin pulled the cigarette from his lips delicately, smoke escaping as he spoke, “C’mere.. we can just share this one.”

Annoyance completely shifted to resemble an unsure expression, guarded, and skepticism just bleeding through. You watched the way his smile deepened just a tad, plucking the ash off his cigarette whilst his free hand rose. With a single finger he was beckoning you over, gaze taking you in completely.

“What..? Did that time apart suddenly make you all shy?” Enjin hummed, placing the cigarette right back to his lips and taking a long drag, “Cigarettes aren’t the only things we have shared..”

“Alright.” You quickly cut in, lifting yourself off the wall and taking a step towards the man. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, definitely wasn’t your perfect little ritual— but it would make do.. for now.. You planned to simply share the cigarette, move on, go back to your childish routine of ignoring the man.

It was just a cigarette, nothing more.

Once about two steps away, your hand reached out to take the cigarette from him— only for his hand to shift, lifting the stick just a bit higher. As pitiful as it sounded your height didn’t really account for a 6’3 dummy with the cheesiest smile plastered on his face.

Your annoyance was growing, ready to boil over and possibly explode.

“You said share, dick— so don’t go hog—“

You watched as Enjin took another drag of the cigarette, lips wrapped so perfectly around the stick as he inhaled the smoke. As he pulled it away his lips didn’t part to release, instead he moved closer; rendering that two step distance to nothing but a breath. With a lean he was pressing his hand against the wall behind you, lowering so his face was level with your own.

You caught on quickly, eyes wide as the cool of the night went completely ignored instead replaced with a warmth that bloomed the moment the two of you locked eyes. Enjin’s expression was serious, gaze boring into you, almost daring you to look away.

You wanted to, God did you. You wanted nothing more than to shoulder check the man and snatch the cigarette for yourself. That’s something someone that was completely done with their old little fling would do. Someone whose feelings for their fling were no longer complicated, were clear and straightforward. Someone that didn’t miss said fling with every ounce of their being.

And yet, that someone.. was not you.

The moment your lips parted, slow and unsure, you watched the way Enjin’s eyebrows rose in just the smallest bout of excitement. The man was gentle as he brought himself closer, chests brushing against each other, his hand going to your chin, pressing a thumb down to part your lips further.

Just a breaths away now, Enjin’s own mouth opened, allowing the smoke he held to slowly flow right into your mouth. You gingerly sucked it all up, allowing it to fill you up; the familiar bitter taste causing nostalgia to just trickle down your spine.

The way he looked at you, his thumb rubbing along your chin, his soft breaths escaping— all too familiar, all too intimate.

The remainder of the smoke escaped you in a short sigh, your eyes watching carefully as his own shifted to the cigarette between his fingers. Then they were back on you, trapping you before you could even think of moving.

“Want another hit?” Enjin mused, but he knew the answer already. He knew your entire thought process the moment you stepped closer, the moment those pretty lips of yours parted for the smoke— Enjin knew it all. So he could only muster a lazy grin the moment you nodded, him even stifling a chuckle as not to break the atmosphere.

With ease he’s bring the cigarette to your lips not so subtly focused on the way they closed around the little stick, how the remnants of lipgloss you wore stained the white paper— leaving the prettiest little mark. You sucked in slowly, expertly, Enjin removing the cigarette the moment you had your fill.

A hazy gaze settled upon him, filtering between his own and his lips with slightly puffed cheeks. Enjin took your invitation quickly, pushing the boundary— closing that space between the two of you all too easily. Your lips brushed, your own parted in slight surprise, something the man ate up far too eagerly. His focus wasn’t the smoke anymore, clear in his approach, clear in the way how easily he allowed the cigarette to slip right through his tattooed fingers.

No, Enjin’s aim was your lips, covering them with his own in the softest little kiss. It was experimental, giving you an out if needed. Enjin was a lot of things, an overly pushy jerk wasn’t one of them.

Though appreciated, the out wasn’t needed. You found yourself coming closer, deepening the kiss as smoke surrounded the both of you. A full of the high, a full of him, it was all so.. perfect, intoxicating, your mind wandered beyond the little space against the wall you two took up. It wandered to a different time, a different place; one where you shared warmth just like this, cooped up together in the most complete way.

You missed that.. missed him. So, so much.

You couldn’t help the whimper that left you the moment you felt a drag of his teeth along your bottom lip, how you so easily parted, allowing his tongue to push and prod at the wet cavern that was your mouth. Twisting and twirling, sucking.. a mess so delightful you couldn’t help but moan. You felt the way his breath hitched, nearly strained— clearly holding back as each minute passed.

You felt him move, a shift of Enjin’s arm traveling down your side before he took your hand into his, lacing his fingers through the gaps of your own. A gentle squeeze was delivered to you, one that spoke volumes.

I miss you too.

The intensity of your lip locking died down sooner than you had hoped, fizzling out as you two parted for air. A sticky string connected the two of you, breaths fanning against the other as gazes with so many emotions— too many emotions settled on each other.

All was silent except that breathing, and the whispers of the night passing through your ears. Once again, all too familiar.

Tonight just seemed to be a trek down memory lane.

That stillness was interrupted however, the moment Enjin smiled, smoothing his thumb along your pulse for a moment before pulling his hand away— entire body following shortly after. His eyes gave you a quick glance over, not so secretly satisfied by his work.

“Let me know next time you come by.. maybe I’ll buy you a drink.” The man spoke, a little too confident in his words. You watched as he stepped towards the bar door, giving you a little wave before entering the building.

The moment Enjin was gone you couldn’t help but release a sharp breath, slouching against the wall as a way to stabilize your suddenly shaky knees. Your eyes settled closed, fingers crumpling into a fist as your tried to settle your emotions. This action, however, suddenly caused your eyes to fly open, hand quickly rising towards your face.

Opening it slowly, your gaze settled on something within your palm. A little, white something. A fresh, beautifully wrapped cigarette.

Oh you hated that man..

[grimmsbride]

started watching gachiakuta and like lowkey.. jabber i might need that

like this man is so fine 🌝 and the amount of ocs i’ve seen people make?? i love it

[grimmsbride]

i cried when i saw your chase x reader fic, BEEN FINDING HIM EVERYWHERE AND HES LEGIT NOWHERE TO BE FOUNDD 😭😭, you are a blessing thank you 🫂

thankkkkkkk youuuu this means so much to me 🥹🥹 you’re like the second person to say this and it makes me so happy

i was a little worried my fic wouldn’t be so receptive but i am pleasantly surprised that it was! i just lovee young!chase so much and he deserves so much love too

no matter how little screen time he got

[cabinette]

My word !!! language !!!

[grimmsbride]

Just read your fic about chase and I’m lwk obsessed 🌚

omggg thank youuu!! i def plan to write for him more, i love young!chase no matter how little screen time he got. and his relationship with robert is just tew cute

[grimmsbride]

❛ ROBERT “COCKBLOCK” ROBERTSON ꨄ YOUNG!CHASE / READER. ──────── despite how annoying babysitting robert is, it seemed to have its perks.. the new neighbor definitely being one of them.❛𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ◞

۫ NOTES. [ young!chase is lowkey ooc, not much you can do with so little screen time but i tried my best | reader is black and depicted as having a fuller / curvy body | chase is 20 while robert is like 10 | robert being a little cockblock | chase attempting to flirt | etc]

۫ MANI’S THOUGHTS. [ silly little thing i wrote, robert being the typical younger brother and just practically ruining shit for chase. sorry, young him is too fine not to write about. ]

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This isn’t how Chase wished to spend his Saturday. He wanted nothing more than to be home in his bed binging something or maybe even out on the street helping Robbie in catching criminals, anyone, even petty thieves. But no, he was stuck here, babysitting.. as usual. Being apart of the Brave Brigade had its perks, but being the youngest member seemed to have more downsides when it came to taking care of a coworker’s kid. Nonetheless it’s a job he’s come to love, given the close bound he’s formed with said child.

Despite his bitching and whining, Robert Robertson was a good kid— one Chase didn’t mind having around.

Until now it seemed.

It was a normal day, the sun was out and instead of comics the pair decided to play a bit of catch in the front yard. They each wore a mitt, throwing the ball back and forth,— coupled with shit talk ( more so on Chase’s end ).

“Woah… where you looking kid?” Chase gave a bright, mocking smile the moment the ball just barely grazed Robert’s mitt, instead shooting right into the grass behind him. He chuckled a bit at the frustrated grumble that escaped the child, watching him turn and practically stomp to the ball.

“I thought we agreed no powers!”

Chase sucked his teeth, “Powers, where? That throw was so light a grandma could have caught it.” The little fury that shined in Robert’s eyes caused Chase’s glee to grow. He watched as the kid steadied, getting into a throwing position; the speedster matching this quickly with his own catching stance.

With all his might Robert tossed the ball, it zooming forward. Chase moved expertly, dashing to the side and extending his gloved hand to grab the ball. “Look at that, when you aren’t crying like a little bitch you’re pretty good at throwing!”

Despite the harsh words Robert smiled all the same, knowing his babysitter was gently teasing him like any young adult would.

“Yeah, well— I’ll get even better than you!”

“Pfft.. you wish…” Chase huffed quickly, gaze maneuvering from the kid instead to the neighboring house the moment the front door opened. He meant to simply glance and return his attention back to Robert, but was quickly enamored by the person walking through the threshold.

She was beautiful, perfect as dramatic as it seemed. Chase couldn’t help but notice the way her melanated skin shined as the sun hit it, how her plump body was covered in a simple flowy dress, fabric wrapping around each curve as she stepped down from her home’s porch. The woman took strides towards the end of her driveway, heading towards the mailbox.

Chase only ever noticed Robert moving until the crunch of grass entered his ears, dispelling the trance this mysterious woman had him under. The young man’s eyes switched to the boy for a second, “Whose that?”

“Huh?..” Robert had waltzed over in concern, wondering why his friend had suddenly went silent. He gave a look of confusion it only easing when he finally noticed her.. you.

“Oh— that’s [Name] our new neighbor, she’s pretty nice, gave me coo—“ The words could barely escape Robert’s throat before he was hacking from the dirt that kicked up the second Chase moved. His eyes squinted, blinking out remnants, gaze soon clearing to settle on Chase who was now approaching you. Robert sucked his teeth, eyes drooping to settle on the discarded baseball.

“Dick..”

Fingers clasped the cold metal latch of the mailbox, lifting it up whilst your free hand reached in, grasping the many pieces of mail tucked in neatly. Lifting the pile out, you closed the mailbox shut, humming as your eyes looked over the items. A few pieces had your name, your mom’s, and mail that seemed to belong to the previous owner of the home. You grumbled a bit to yourself, pushing them to the back of the pile whilst continuing to look through it.

“Hey.”

You jumped a bit at the sudden voice, gaze hurriedly raising from the letters to settle on the sudden intrusion. Your eyebrow rose, taking in the man — probably your age — standing just a few feet away from your mailbox. He was dressed in baggy blue jeans and an oversized button up, dark locs laid perfectly amongst his head with a fresh undercut. Safe to say.. he wasn’t ugly.

You gave your best at a little smile, not to subtly giving him an up-down. “Hey.. I just moved here, you one of my neighbors?”

The man shook his head, “Nah, I just babysit for your neighbor once in a while.” His head tilted back, gesturing to the little boy that stood several feet away from you both, holding a baseball. You gave a little nod of acknowledgment,

“Oh yeah.. You’re Chase aren’t you? Little Robert told me a little about you when I came over with cookies.“

Chase gave a little chuckle, dimples deep as dark eyes focused on your features. “Yeah, he told me how nice this [Name] was— decided to see for myself.” Noting the simper he wore, you couldn’t help but wear your own. Was he hitting on you?

“See for yourself, huh?” You teased just a bit, arms crossing as your mail completely went ignored. Your head tilted a bit, as if looking at him from a different angle. “Did I meet your expectations Mr. Babysitter?”

His smile deepened, eyes shifting to the side for a moment as a soft amused breath escaped him. Chase pushed forward, coming to lean against your mailbox as his gaze settled back to you. “Still on the fence.. nothing a little more talking won’t fix.”

Yeah, he’s definitely hitting on you.

The revelation caused you to giggle a bit, a warmth brewing in your stomach. You were far from excited about the sudden move your mother forced you into, but it seemed to come with some perks.

“So what do you li—“

“Chaseeee!” The sudden prepubescent screech caused Chase’s eyes to screw shut in annoyance, hand crumbling into a slack fist. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, entertained with the way he seemed to mad at the interruption.

“Think someone’s calling you.”

Chase gives you unamused expression before tossing a quick, “Give me a sec kid!” over his shoulder. This was only met with a grumble on Robert’s part to which the young adult vehemently ignored, focus completely on you.

“Before I was rudely interrupted.. what do you like to do?”

“Mm… bake mostly. Also hair, ya know— boring stuff. What about you; besides babysitting for some little white boy with the weirdest name ever?”

Chase snickered, “Not too much on his name now, it’s a family tradition.” He enjoyed your laughter, swearing his cheeks would rip any moment from how much he was smiling. He rested on his arm, lips parting to speak again, in hopes of getting more laughs out of you. Only such hope was cut short the moment something struck the back of his head. The man jumped forward with a less than attractive grunt, hand flying to the spot in an attempt to soothe the pain. Chase was quick to toss a glare behind him, spotting the shit-eating grin plastered on Robert’s face.

You took a glance between the two, practically sensing what would surely transpire in the next few minutes. Deciding you wanted no parts, you turned on your heel, facing your driveway.

“Seems you have some business to attend to, it was nice meeting you Chase— bye little Robert!” You called a bit little louder so the kid could hear, smiling the moment you noticed him wave. You pressed forward, a little pep in your step as you headed towards your home.

Chase watched you for a moment, completely silent and simply waiting for you to enter your home. The moment you did, shutting the door behind you with a gentle click, the man was quickly spinning on his heel, darting towards Robert.

Robert could only scream as a sudden force scooped him up with ease, soon being maneuvered into a headlock with a knuckle being pushed into his head in the harshest noogie ever. The boy kicked and flailed, uselessly pushing at the other’s arm.

“I surrender! Uncle, uncle!”

“Hell no! You aren’t getting off that easy after being a cockblocking dickhead!”

[grimmsbride]

they did him so well, he is so fine bro i cant.. just imagine him hitting on child!robert’s neighbor (neighbor is 20 obviously) and rob being a complete and utter cockblock

they nerfed him so bad i hate this game /j