#rectrixx

[nosrep1taht]

I'm sorry wth is this clip

Like I just... I'm crying like this is one way to start off a vid I'll just say that

[oddluver]

"Gamers get pussy." - Grizzy

You know it's my fault for clicking on stream at the wrong time.

[nottheusualemdo]

small creatures..?

[nosrep1taht]

Gonna be so fr John is so freaky in Rectrixx's newest vid and I am here for it

video source: THIS WHY WE SHOULD NEVER ROB SUPERHEROS

uploaded: 12/8/2025

Me just rambling below

This video was way too much for me like there are way too many clips that I love from this vid already. I know imma be rewatching this vid for sure a couple of times while I wait for everyone else's pov

I was caught so offguard by John's transition joke I had to rewind the shit out of the vid and like Droid getting chased by the superhero on all fours being like idk if I like this I'm crying this was a great vid

[nosrep1taht]

I'm posting this clip out of context causes what is that phrasing

video source: This Might Be The Most Hilarious Prop Hunt Session Ever

uploaded: 11/29/2025

Also now that I thought about it, it'd be a great prompt for a fic

[merci278]

clooless group

So rectrixx likes getting pegged, not the one doing the pegging on, but getting pegged, all fours allat. Sorry, I've heard this drunk Mario Kart confessions

Droid has... Praise kink? This is fan on right

Pezzy canonically has handscuff kink

[tymimica]

I think easy to tell who I watch more and who less, but yeah. I enjoyed drawing this (also that's a lot of tags lol.)

[darkenedroses-world]

You Just Called Me What? — Rectrixx x Reader

🔹 Fluff 🔹 GN!Reader 🔹 Accidental Nickname 🔹 Emotional Whiplash 🔹 Mutual Pining 🔹 Reader is So Screwed 🔹 Request 🦋

Vincent was being annoying again.

Not in a bad way—just in the way he always was. Smirking at you from across the room, tossing a popcorn kernel and acting like it didn’t bounce off the lamp, leaning way too close over your shoulder whenever you were focused on something just to say, “Whatcha doin’?” “Existing peacefully,” you muttered, swatting at him. “So… me showing up ruined that?” he asked with the fakest pout known to mankind. “Exactly.” He grinned.

“Good.” You rolled your eyes, but it was too late. He knew you were smiling. He always caught it. And you hated that he knew—especially with how loud your heart got around him. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the way his hair always curled slightly at the ends, or the fact that his laugh sounded like something you’d miss if it disappeared. You were dangerously close to letting it slip.

Too close. And then it happened. He leaned in again, joking about something dumb—his hoodie had a stain, he said it gave it character, you said it gave it biohazard status—and when he nudged your side with his elbow, you rolled your eyes and said it without thinking: “Alright, Chente, calm down.” Silence. He blinked. You blinked. Your brain hit the emergency brake.

“…What’d you just call me?” You froze. “Nothing.” “Noooo, no no—say it again.” You scrambled. “It’s just—Chente. It’s like, a nickname for Vincent, right? I’ve heard it before. I wasn’t even thinking—” “Ohhh,” he said slowly, a grin spreading across his face like wildfire. “You called me Chente.” You groaned. “Drop it.” “Nope. You gave me a special nickname. That’s like… old mexican lady ‘ven aquí mi hijo’ energy. That’s intimate.”

“I’m never speaking again.”

“Too late,” he teased, scooting closer. “You already slipped. Gotta live with it. I’m Chente now. Forever.” You covered your face with your hands. “Please shut up.” He laughed—really laughed—and then, more quietly, “It’s cute, though.” You peeked through your fingers. He was still looking at you, but softer now. Less teasing. More… thoughtful. “You, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “You call other Vincent’s that, or just me?” Your heart flipped.

“…Just you,” you admitted. That crooked smile crept back in. “Thought so.” You stared at him. “Why?” He shrugged. “I dunno. Makes me feel… special.” You stared harder. He looked at you, a little braver now. “I like when it comes from you.” You laughed once under your breath, trying to hide the way that sentence hit you right in the chest. “You’re unbelievable.” Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Unbelievable in a wow, he’s incredibly handsome and deserves affection kind of way?” “In a wow, how is it that every time I think you can’t fluster me worse, you do kind of way.”

His grin turned smug again, but there was a pink tint creeping into his cheeks that made it less cocky and more fuck, he liked that. “So what I’m hearing,” he said slowly, leaning in until you could feel his breath against your cheek, “is that I make you nervous.” Your voice came out quieter than you meant. “Maybe.” His eyes flicked to your mouth for half a second—long enough to make your stomach drop.

Then he sat back with a satisfied sigh like he hadn’t just emotionally knocked you off your axis. “Cool,” he said. “Just making sure.” You stared at him. “You’re ridiculous.” “Chente, actually,” he said, smirking. You shook your head, hiding your face again. “God, you’re the worst.”

But your heart was still racing.

And from the way his knee kept bouncing next to yours—his smile twitching at the corners like he was holding back something real—you knew his was too.