Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

ok.. i dont really know how i should start this im bad at this stuff but i got this
ive been wanting to write something and I feel like if i had a whole bunch of strangers telling me what they wanted id be more motivated to get stuff done (sorry zera if ur reading this ily) so yeah :3!!
just comment literally anything - be as specific as you want. you can also be really vague but for the sake of making things easier for me id like a bit of direction ,,,
I DO ANY SHIP :3 As long as its legal.
ill do fluff, smut, whatever the hell ^_^ u want skin ships? ill write skin ships !! Ill also probably like.. fix all the tags and stuff once i get a few requests done too ... SOOO yea dont hesitate to request something (i beg you)

RULES !!!!!!!! RAAAAHHH
- I will not be "aging-up" characters. If they're a minor then they're a minor. :frown:
- IWONT BE WRITING SEX OF MINORS!!!!!!!! GTFO !!! PROSHIP DNI :FROWN: :FROWN:
- oh but ill accept fluff of minors as long as it isnt... yknow .. creepy.,..,
- NO RAPE !! NO NON-CON !! it makes my skin crawl

UPDATE LOG - 3/12/2024
Colette x Bibi finisheddd :3 !! Working on Ashgrom next bc it was requested by my partner :3c
NEXT ILL UHH PROLLY DOOOO... checks the comments again ... PROLLY PIPER X RICO??? OR OR UM STU AND RICO? or even better i just put people in a wheel lol
i had something to say but i forgot nvm i remember FICS WILL BE UH WEEKLY !! so one per week ... this is just so i dont get burnt out or anything... but we may get 2 on special circumstance ...

UPDATE LOG - 3/18/2024

Ash x Grom FINISHED !! RASAAHH

UPDATE LOG - 3/25/2024

the deed has been done . stu and rico sex . wow
i have no idea what else to say i forgot it all

Chapter Text

“I *told* you that the weather was looking gloomy out.” Bibi said rather hastily, rummaging through the pockets of her pants while her girlfriend, Colette, closely huddled beside her. The couple stood beneath a portico, which protected them from the showery weather surrounding them. At the current moment, the rain was coming down pretty hard, the darkened clouds showing no promise of stopping.

The weather had showed signs of change maybe three or two hours beforehand the downpour began, sometime during their date. Bibi was quick to inform Colette of the possibility of rain, however the white-haired brawler was persistent in continuing their date without interruption. It was hard for the two to spend time together - mostly because of Bibi’s busy schedule - which explained why Colette was reluctant to cut their day short so soon. They were having fun, and Colette was determined to get as much out of their date as possible.

Of course, Bibi was a lot less enthusiastic about these turn of events. They had gotten soaked pretty badly, which resulted in Bibi’s eyeliner having smudged along her face, the black streaks staining her skin. She exhaled sharply, resuming her rant - “..But you *insisted* on checking out Piper’s bakery.” Her tone had a bit of a hiss to it, the black-haired brawler understandably not being very thrilled about not having not only her clothing soaked, but makeup as well.

While Bibi’s intonation sounded a little harsh, Colette knew better. Bibi’s “tough-guy/cool-cat” attitude was all too familiar for her. There may have been a bit of bark in her partner’s words, Colette was fully aware that Bibi meant well. She couldn’t help but crack a smile at her attitude. “Oh come on, Bibi..” Colette purred through her sharp teeth, gently placing her hands on Bibi’s shoulders. “You and I both know that Piper’s baking is the best there is around. You can try aaaall you want trying to be all big n’ scary, but it’s no secret that you had fun on our date~.”

Her playful teasing sparked an irritated eye-roll from Bibi, who found it hard to hide the blush beginning to decorate her cheeks. “Whatever.” She muttered under her breath. It was true that Bibi enjoyed her date with Colette - She’d be lying if she said otherwise. Spending time with Colette was one of Bibi’s favorite things to do during her freetime, which was something she didn’t have a lot of.

After some time, Bibi finally managed to grab hold of her house keys and unlock the door to her house. Her hands on the knob, there was a moment of hesitation in her grip as she slowly creaked it open, glancing over her shoulder to gaze at the curious Colette, who was eager to take a peek inside of her girlfriend’s batcave. Despite the two being in a relationship with each other for *who knew how long*, Bibi unsurprisingly kept most of her personal life a bit of a mystery. This would actually be the first time Colette would be stepping in her house -- And know where she lived, at that.

While this wasn’t much of a problem, there was just something embarrassing about inviting Colette inside her living space for the first time. It wasn’t the biggest, not like Colette would really mind that, but it wasn’t decorated in a … What Bibi would say, in a typical manner. Plus, she didn’t even have the chance to clean up! Colette staying over at her house until the rain passed was the last thing on Bibi’s list, and if it weren’t for the rain, they most likely would’ve been at Colette’s workplace to spend the rest of the day. Unfortunately for Bibi, a trip to the Giftshop takes a considerable chunk of time to get to, and it wouldn't have been the most pleasurable experience going there with the rain being their biggest opposition.
Bibi chewed on her gum, still hesitating to open the door as if it was a matter of life or death. Meanwhile, Colette could barely contain her own excitement for much longer. Without wasting any time, she took the half-opened door as an opportunity to barge inside, excitedly making her way inside of Bibi’s house.

Colette’s actions threw Bibi in for a loop, the baseball-batter nearly biting her own tongue from the shock of seeing her girlfriend blindly charge into her living space without any warning(not like she should be surprised, knowing Colette). She could barely let out a surprised yelp, diving after Colette as if the gal hadn’t already gone past the point of no return. *Again, not like there was any way out of this situation, considering the weather outside.* Bibi quickly reached for the nearest light switch, dimly illuminating the living room with a flick. The living room in question wasn’t anything to really fawn over -- It wasn’t fancy or overly decorated by any means, but it was cozy and definitely had “Bibi” written all over it. One of the walls had bats of all sizes and shapes resting on horizontal racks, each of them having some sort of mark that made it “Bibi”. Colette, being the nosy little thing that she was, immediately took notice of the various displays and stared at them with widened eyes. She smiled, sparing a second to look back at Bibi excitedly, as if to say - “These are really all yours?”. It was admittedly a pretty impressive collection.

“You know,” Bibi began, her icy voice sending shivers down Colette’s spine as she approached the brawler. Her tone was quick to soften once she detected Colette’s look of glittery amazement. She mustered a sigh before proceeding, "It's human decency for people to wait for the door to open before bulldozing inside of people's homes..” Bibi muttered, taking off her purple jacket and tossing it in the corner. She’d get to that later. Probably.
“Not to mention that you’re getting water everywhere.” She added, taking a moment to lean Mr. Bat near a bookshelf.

Colette frowned playfully, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s just that you were taking soooo looong..!” She whined in an exaggerating tone. Colette, at the very least, had the decency to take off her shoes, tossing them over towards the front door. “I was just SO excited to FINALLY see your house, and- OOOH, WHAT’S THAT??” Her attention immediately getting swept up, the hyper Colette excitedly made her way over to a bookshelf, which was littered with various potted plants, alongside other basic necessities. Curiously, she let out her arm to touch one of the plant’s leaves - but was brought to an abrupt halt once Bibi cleared her throat threateningly. “Colette.” Bibi warned, keeping a watchful eye on her girlfriend’s sporadic movement.
“RIGHT, RIGHT…..” Colette quickly drew her arm back, wanting to respect Bibi’s boundaries. *Buuuuuut….* Another thing immediately caught her eye. “OH OH, BUT WHAT ABOUT THESE???” She rushed over to the opposite side of the living room to stare at the wall, which was littered almost completely with various pictures and posters of all sorts of bands and album covers, while decorative LED lights snaked through the empty gaps, making the room divider appear crowded yet comfy. Colette only recognized maybe one or two Brawlers from the pictures, but that didn’t stop her from being overly curious, leaning closely and --
*”Colette.”*

Okay, fine! Maybe she couldn’t touch *that* wall but… She looked around some more. There! What about the TV stand? Colette crawled over to it, taking quick notice of the plant terrarium that was built into the stand. “This is AMAZING!!”
“Colette!” Bibi shouted her girlfriend’s name once more, her tone being a lot louder compared to the other previous times. She didn’t shout very often - Only when Colette would get absurdly hyper. Which .. Actually happens pretty frequently, all things considered. That aside, Bibi only raised her voice when times were troubling, and in Bibi’s defense, this was a very troubling experience.
This sort of stuff was very unfamiliar for Bibi - having someone being in her house and showing interest in her things. Especially someone as important as Colette. She wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it. She had an image to uphold! Sure, since Colette was dating her, it wasn’t impossible for her to see through Bibi’s “tough-guy” personality, but still! Stepping into someone's home was like taking a peek into a person’s mind. How a person lives says a lot about them, which was a big reason why Bibi kept that sort of stuff to herself. What if her home didn’t meet Colette’s expectations? Or if Colette found her decorating to be … Nerdy..?
With all these thoughts dancing through Bibi’s mind, she failed to register the fact that Colette had snuck off while she was busy gathering herself. It was only after a few delayed blinks did realization dawn on her, and Bibi was left with the realization that Colette had completely disappeared. A nosy Colette in her home without any supervision was a disaster waiting to happen. Bibi quickly looked around the room in hopes of finding a trace of hear girlfriend, before just *barely* catching the sound of feet hurrying up a flight of stairs.

… Stairs which lead directly to her room.

Bibi’s words were caught in her throat. Or maybe it was the gum. Maybe a mix of both. Either way, it was as if a pit had opened up in her stomach, filling Bibi with an intense amount of dread. Without taking another moment to think, Bibi scrambled after her girlfriend in a rush, tripping over her feet as she hunted Colette up the stairs. “COLETTE, COLETTE WAIT!” She yelled after her, witnessing the white-haired brawler vanish into her room. Of course, her plea had to fall upon deaf ears.
Bibi caught up with her girlfriend after a few more steps, swinging her door open with so much force that the door threatened to rip off its hinges. “You can’t just run off like that! What are you doing?!” She huffed, almost sounding out of breath. “This is my ROOM! My PERSONAL space. You remember our discussion about personal-- Heeey, hey. What do you have in your hands?”
Her back straightened, her eyes squinting suspiciously at Colette’s hunched form. It was obvious she was holding something, and whatever it was, it obviously belonged to Bibi. Meaning that Colette should definitely NOT be touching it. The dark-haired brawler went straight towards Colette, placing a firm grip on the brawler’s shoulder and swinging her around so that they were facing each other. Colette had her attention glued to whatever was in her hands, which carefully cupped one of Bibi’s belongings. “Colette.” Bibi said sternly. “What is that?

A toothy smile crept onto the fangirl’s face, Colette’s eyes staying completely fixated on the object as she unraveled her fingers. Within them revealed …

A toy? Or maybe calling it a figurine would be more fitting. It was one of many that belonged to Bibi, the figurine being taken directly from the brawler’s shelf. The shelf in question was filled to the BRIM with action figures, all of which appeared to belong to the same series. Colette had grabbed one at random, but was at awe at the overwhelming amount that Bibi had. There were even rows of duplicates!
“I actually RECOGNIZE some of these!” Colette said excitedly, rushing over her words. “That’s so COOL! I knew you were a collector but, THIS is impressive, Bibi!”
Bibi’s eyes fluttered. Truth be told, she was a little dumbfounded by Colette’s reaction. She wasn’t entirely sure what she expected, but it definitely wasn’t this. She could feel her face heating up, and the brawler shyly looked away from Colette out of slight embarrassment. “You? Uh.. Think so?” She asked hesitantly, as if doubting Colette’s words. The fangirl nodded aggressively in response, taking hold of Bibi’s hands (while making sure the figurine wasn’t getting damaged in the process), causing her to sheepishly turn her head and face her.
“TOTALLY!!”

Bibi’s face went totally red. It wasn't everyday someone found out about her nerd collection - Or spoke highly about it, at that. She chuckled nervously, flustered and slightly confused at the turn of events. It was incredibly embarrassing, but not entirely in a bad way. Maybe she could open up to Colette about this..?

“You said you um, recognize them right?” She started, her voice sounding shy - Which was always a pleasure to hear for Colette. Brick by brick, the fangirl was starting to chip away at Bibi’s walls. Wanting Bibi to go on, Colette gave her another reassuring nod, adding : “That’s right! SUPER old, but I remember always wanting them. They were SUPER expensive. Aren’t these related to baseball in some way?” She asked.
“That’s right.” Bibi responded, getting a bit more comfortable. “Inspired by real base-brawlers, but also a show. I’ve been the biggest fan, going crazy trying to collect these little things…” She looked at the figure in Colette’s hands, smiling at it, reminding herself of a past memory. “They costed so much. In fact, if you checked the price now, it’s probably tripled.”

Colette’s cheeks went rosy with blush. Seeing Bibi open up about this sort of stuff was extremely rare. Definitely not something Colette got to witness very often. But whenever it did happen, Colette loved seeing the look on Bibi’s face, and the nervousness slowly fade away. Being replaced with a more, still a little apprehensive, yet more confident attitude. It was priceless. Colette wouldn’t trade it for the world. “Why is that?” She asked curiously, desperate for Bibi to continue. .
“They’re discontinued now.” Bibi explained. “Stopped making them forever ago. Once I heard the announcement way back when, I did everything in my power to collect every single last one. As you can.. Obviously see.” She gestured towards the shelf.
“WOW, Bibs! This is seriously impressive. It almost rivals my collection of random brawler assortments. Almost.” Colette smirked impishly, hoping to spark a reaction from Bibi.
Bibi grinned at Colette’s comment.. “Yeah, you wish.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“As if my years of dedication could be beaten by your lousy collection. Keep dreaming, sweetheart.” She snickered.
“Is that a challenge?” Colette purred, giving Bibi a sly stare.
“Oh, no. It’s not a challenge if I’ve already won.” Bibi smirked triumphantly, sticking her tongue out at Colette as she retrieved the figure from her hands and carefully putting it back on the shelf. “Besides, these things hold so much more value than you think.”
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“Well… Hmm, this one here, for example,” Bibi pointed at one of the figures on her shelf, which appeared to be some sort of aquatic creature that wore a baseball mitt. “One of my favorite baseball players. Had it signed by the real deal, too. Checkit.” She lifted it up, facing the bottom platform of the figure in Colette’s direction. Beneath it revealed a signature sloppily written under its base.
An amused “ooohhh..” and “aaaah…” came from Colette upon seeing the signature, nodding at it. “Okay, maybe you’re right, Bibs.” She said.
“But I have NO idea why you keep all this cool stuff a secret! I love hearing you talk about your interests like this.”
Bibi chuckled nervously, putting her figure back where it belonged and walking over to her bed, sitting at the edge of it. Oddly enough, it felt sort of nice being able to talk about this sort of stuff. She beckoned Colette closer, tapping on the empty space beside her. Once seated, Bibi started looking for the right words to say. It wasn’t easy explaining something like this.
"It's just..." She hesitated, a frown creasing her forehead. "I don't know. I have a reputation – you're aware of that. What if the word got out that I’m not what people thought I was? All that stupid stuff? It wouldn’t just ruin my life, but my gang’s life as well. What would people say about us then?" Bibi clenched her hands into fists. It felt embarrassing talking about it out loud, especially since it sparked over a discussion about figurines -- but this was something that had been nagging Bibi for quite some time now.

"I don't see it as childish." Colette remarked, gently placing a hand on Bibi's tense fist.
"Easy for you to say. You own a Giftshop. It's your job. Of course you don't see it as childish."
“That’s not it, though!” The fangirl protested, squeezing Bibi. “I mean it. I’m not saying all that because I work in a Giftshop, I’m saying it because I really mean it. And.. Besides! Who cares if it's childish? It’s what you like, isn't it? Doesn’t it make ya happy?”
Bibi nodded quietly.
“Then that’s all there is to it! You’re happy, Bibs. Your happiness is what’s important.” Colette purred her words softly, delicately cupping Bibi’s cheek in the palm of her hand.
“There’s a bit more to it than just that, though.” She said, not completely satisfied. “I just can’t tell what exactly.” Bibi paused, taking a moment to get her thoughts together. “It's like... I'm afraid that if people found out, they'd see me differently. I've built this persona, and everyone relies on it. What if they think I'm not as strong or capable as they believe?"
Colette brushed Bibi’s cheek with her thumb, sparing to admire her girlfriend’s face while she spoke. Even with her makeup smudged across her face, Bibi still looked absolutely stunning. "Well, who really knows. Brawlers are always full of surprises. And, well, if they don't like it, it's just their loss! This stuff is a part of who you are, and that's what makes you…. You! Bibi!”

“Hm..” Bibi took her words into consideration. Colette wasn’t entirely wrong, in a way. It wasn’t everyday that Colette actually spoke some sense into somebody, let alone that somebody being Bibi herself. Colette always being there for her during her times of need made Bibi feel comforted. It was nice knowing that she could put her voice out there, and have somebody respond truthfully. Bibi smiled. Colette loved seeing those on her.
“I guess you’re right. Thank you, Coco. It seriously means a lot to me. I think I’ll open up to you about more stuff from now on.”

Colette liked the sound of that. “You better! ‘Cause you’re not getting away from me anytime soon. I’m gonna stick with you forever~” She smiled, leaning her face closely towards Bibi. She planted a soft kiss on her partner’s lips. The sweet taste of bubblegum invaded Colette’s mouth almost instantly, a taste that she was growing quite accustomed to with each and every kiss that they shared. It was delicious - Not just the gum - but Bibi as well.
Colette couldn’t stop herself from continuing to kiss Bibi, one hand still holding her face while the other reached for Bibi’s hand, interlocking their fingers and holding it tightly. She could feel the heat flushing from Bibi’s face, a sheet of red blanketing the base-brawler’s face while they kissed.

Getting a bit carried away, the two had to pull away from each other to get a chance to breathe, which left Bibi a giggling and flustered mess once they parted. “Alright, alright~” She laughed, giving Colette one last parting kiss before pulling away from her grasp in slight reluctance. “You always know how to make me feel better. It’s hard opening up about this kind of stuff, It’s kind of embarrassing. It’s starting to become a little easier thanks to you, though.”
“I get it, Bibs. You have all that jazz to worry about. I know your self image is very important to you and stuff. But! I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. Forever. So you can talk about whatever nerdy things you want! I wont judge!” Colette swung herself onto Bibi.

Chapter Text

The day was finally nearing its end. Ash had been up since early morning alongside his partner, Grom, the duo having worked with one another tirelessly to get their duties completed. This week in particular had been especially tiring thanks to the recent event that took place - “Brawl Like A Girl.” Brawlers, notably the female ones, were very excited to spend the past few days brawling, earning rewards for just being themselves. And now with the brand new event right around the corner - “100 Starr Drops” - there was an overwhelming abundance of brawlers flooding in and around the castle, so security had been pretty tight. With all that in mind, the pair felt worn out and eager for their shifts to come to a close.

It was late in the night, and Grom was stationed inside the Camera Room. His shifts would tend to change, and he’d often work either outside the castle walls or from the inside, looking through screens and communicating through his trusty Walkie-Talkie. Whatever position Grom was assigned to, he worked hard. From inside the Security Room, Grom offered his co-workers a birdseye view of various divisions and regions of the castle, informing them whether something had gone wrong or if there was any suspicious activity that was worth checking out.

This particular day at work involved Grom operating both indoor and out, his morning shift having him out in the castle courtyard keeping watch, while in the afternoon he was later transitioned to camera duty.

*

Ash swung the Security Room doors open, the brawler letting out a sluggish yawn as he did so. He glanced over at Grom, who had situated himself near the cameras. Upon hearing Ash’s arrival, the other brawler swiveled around in his chair and threw Ash a wave, which Ash quickly reciprocated. It felt refreshing seeing Grom after all those exhausting hours he spent outside. The day had dragged on miserably, with the sun blazing since early morning, scorching anyone unfortunate enough to stand under its might. The food stands had been bustling as a result, working overtime as parched visitors forked over their coins for cool and refreshing beverages. Ash would’ve bought himself something to drink, too — If staff was allowed to buy items while on the clock, that is. It was a ridiculous rule that, if broken, the brawler in question would find themselves going through a lot of needless trouble. The risk of losing your job was quite high, and nobody wanted to risk having such an important thing being taken away from them.

“Long day, hmm?”
Grom’s voice eventually broke the silence, the taller man tossing an energy drink Ash’s way. Knowing how things were outside, he figured that Ash probably needed something to rejuvenate himself.
Ash let out a hearty groan in response, confirming Grom’s suspicions as he caught the drink offered to him. He turned it over, noticing that it was one of Max’s energy drinks. He didn’t have them very often because of how pricey they tended to be, but receiving the drink was always a sweet surprise.

“Ye’ haven’t gotuh clue.” He mumbled. Ash opened the beverage, taking a quick sip from the can.

“Tell me about it,” Grom sighed, straightening his back. “Today felt longer than usual. Thank goodness it’s a Friday, eh?”

“Friday?” Ash repeated. The realization that the week had flown by without him even noticing left him momentarily stunned. Ash couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing he wouldn't have to report to work again the next day, since the recent days have seemed to blur together for him lately. “Oh, yeh. I guess it is Friday..” He scratched the side of his costume where his head would be in consideration.

With the next two days ahead of him being completely work free, Ash could spend some more time with Grom, which excited him. “Do ye’ have any plans for th’ weekend?” He asked, taking a moment to remove the upper piece of his castle-styled trash bin and setting it down on the ground.

Grom smiled at Ash’s inquiry. “When do I ever have plans? We always spend the weekend together, and now isn’t going to be any different.”
“Well, ya’ neva know. Somethin’ might’ve popped up last minnit.” The brawler shrugged in response, and he took a sip of the energy drink Grom had given him before setting it down. Feeling a bit more energized, the brawler found the drive to remove the lower half of his attire, and walked over to Grom. “So. We free tomorrow, mm?”

“Always will be.” The older man replied, bending over a bit to wrap his muscular arms around Ash, locking him in a tight bear hug. Grom couldn’t resist the urge of smothering Ash with unconditional amounts of love, especially when the brawler wasn’t huddled up in his trash bin. He nuzzled in the crook of Ash’s neck affectionately, planting gentle kisses all over the surface.

Ash struggled to stand upright under the weight of the heavier man, holding onto Grom tightly while he kissed him. Ash’s neck was an especially sensitive spot for him, which didn’t stop Grom from paying intensive care to that certain part of his body. Feeling Grom’s mouth tenderly brushing his skin sent goosebumps trailing down Ash’s body. Ash squirmed, heat flushing his cheeks and his legs going weak due to the attention his neck was receiving. “Grom..” He whispered faintly, his hands blindly gripping onto Grom’s mass. “F-Feelin’ a little touchy today, ain’t we?”

Grom would soften his grip at Ash’s comment. Ash’s observation was right on the nose. Grom originally thought that he’d be able to control his desires until the two had gotten home, but he couldn’t withstand the urge to give his partner affection. Especially when Ash looks so damn cute. Everything about him was stunning, and even though Grom respected Ash’s wish to stay hidden within his costume, he silently wished that he got to see Ash’s face more often.
The two of them held one another in a warm embrace, basking in the other’s warmth and company. They stayed like this for some time - for a day that was as hectic as this one, the two of them really needed to cool down in the comfort of each other's arms. “We should go on a date. Spend sum’more time together.” Ash suggested. “Tomorrow. Just th’ two of us. A day widdout any distractions, mm?”
Grom smiled. “That sounds like a great idea. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He briefly pulled away from the hug, his large hands choosing to cup the sides of Ash’s face. Every aspect of Ash was special to Grom. He loved his messy brown hair - how it was barely maintained and rarely ever brushed.
His hands were beautiful, too. They were calloused and covered in past bruises, but that only proved that Ash’s palm was a testament to his hard work and dedication towards his job.
Even the chemical scar on Ash’s face was nothing but beauty, no matter how hard Ash tried to claim otherwise.

The burn scar was located on the right side of Ash’s face. Grom remembered the mishap as clear as day. Cleaning supplies managed to get on Ash’s face, permanently scarring it - while also leaving that eye partially blind in the process. Since then, Ash would always say that it made him look ridiculous, but Grom felt otherwise.
“I love you.”

Grom said, his hands still holding Ash’s face.

Grom’s forwardness left Ash feeling flustered. Grom would always say those words as if his life depended on it, and Ash would always feel his heart skip a beat. It was sweet to hear, and a joy to experience. Ash couldn’t imagine himself ever getting tired of hearing it.

“I love ya’ too, ya big lug.”
Ash replied, finding the opportunity to drape his arms over Grom’s neck, pulling his head downwards towards his face. Their lips met in a heated exchange, breaths mingling and heartbeat’s quickening. The taste of Grom was almost intoxicating, sending shivers throughout Ash’s body.

Grom’s body instinctively moved closer to Ash’s figure, until their frames were rubbing against each other. Their figures melded and swayed with fervor, the two of them desperate for the other’s touch.
A hand skillfully trailed under Ash’s shirt while the other rested on his back, supporting it as they continued to kiss passionately.

The attention that Ash’s body was receiving left the brawler fiending for more, his mouth hungrily competing with Grom’s - moaning into the kisses while Grom’s large hands continued to seize Ash’s body. The smaller man was finding it difficult to suppress the whimpers and moans that were escaping his mouth, but Grom’s physical touch was driving Ash crazy, his head spinning and his thoughts blurring.
Grom knew all the right ways to get Ash going.

However, Ash’s noises only fueled Grom with more desire, the larger man briefly disconnecting their lips(which caused Ash to let out a whimper of protest from the loss of heat)and changing course, targeting Ash’s neck once more. As Grom’s lips pecked his partner’s neck, satisfied shivers went throughout Ash’s body, the brawler instantly losing the strength to stand upright. His legs buckled under the attention he received, his breaths becoming hitched and uneven.

Witnessing Ash gradually becoming undone from just a few kisses and nibbles made Grom feel bolder, the love for his partner driving him to move on past the foreplay. His hand left the comfort of Ash’s chest, instead opting for the next best thing to target. It dangerously trailed down Ash’s body until it reached the smaller man’s waist. He paused, giving Ash time to process the events happening before eventually proceeding, his hand slithering under Ash’s pants. It palmed Ash’s manhood with intensive care, and Grom had to position his knee beneath Ash’s bottom to hold him up, knowing that his legs would give out otherwise.

Ash’s breaths picked up, his mind running a mile a minute. Grom went on, continuing to grope his partner’s manlihood. The heat coming from Ash’s groin pushed Grom onwards, the man continuing to lustfully fondle Ash’s package. The friction Ash felt from the fabric of his underwear rubbing against his erection made him moan, and he would’ve urged Grom to continue if the realization that they were still at work began to dawn on him.

As much as Ash craved more intimacy and attention, the fact still remained that they were still on castle grounds, moments away from losing themselves completely. “..Grom, not here..” Ash meekly whispered, placing a hand on his partner’s chest and begrudgingly pushing him back by only a few Inches. He wanted Grom to hold and cherish him more than anything else, and the pain of knowing that they couldn’t continue their actions further made Ash’s member twitch with anticipation. The probability of someone catching them was great, even if it was pretty late at night. Grom’s eyes narrowed in consideration.

Showing some restraint, Grom nodded. “I… Guess I got a bit carried away.” He muttered, his hold loosening reluctantly, hand slipping out from Ash’s pants.
Ash instantly missed the presence of Grom’s hand, the lack of warmth making the smaller man frown. If only the circumstances were different - Ash would’ve allowed Grom to go as far as he wished. “Let’s hurry home n’ continue where we left off, eh?” The smaller man suggested with a sly grin, his hands holding onto Grom’s.

“I’d love that more than anything else right now.” Grom replied. “Need me to help you into your trash bin?” He offered.

Ash nodded. “I’d like that.”
“...And, Grom?” His hold on Grom’s hands tightened.
“I love you.”

“I love you too, Ash.”

Chapter Text

“Overdoing yourself once again, aren’t you, Stu?”
Rico’s tone was sharp, irritation evident as a hint of venom laced through his words. “How many times are you going to be in need of repairs?” He asked wryly, knowing that Stu wouldn’t answer. 

The two walked into Stu’s breakroom - Stu having just finished one of his performances alongside his relative, Janet. The robot was known for being a bit punch-drunk, biting off more than he could metaphorically chew and facing serious consequences as a result. It was a blessing that he couldn’t feel any pain, otherwise the robot would perform his stunts with a lot more caution. Unfortunately, Stu wasn’t known for caution. Many brawlers, Rico included, found his recklessness to be quite worrisome, even if Stu wasn’t being physically affected by his thoughtless behavior. 

Stu’s breakroom had a comfortable vibe that clung to it. It offered a welcome retreat from all the onstage hustle and bustle. A sleek vanity with mirrors and lights stood against one of the walls, its surface being cluttered with tools for any last minute Stu repairs. Framed posters adorned the walls, showcasing past gigs that Stu participated in, while a few trophies lined the shelves here and there. 

Stu shut the door behind him with an excited slam, Rico’s hostility flying straight over his head. He spun around, wheel screeching as he sped around the gumball machine, holding onto his hands. “D-Did yyyyou SEEE me out th-there?!” Stu exclaimed, his voice box plagued by glitches and countless errors. His voice stuttered violently, dropping frequencies at irregular paces. 

His voice box was always a bit on the faulty side - It was of no surprise for anybody at this point. While it's been repaired and tinkered with time and time again, the machine never made any effort to ensure its safety. It was fixed one day and broken the next. Of course, Stu only had himself to blame, but the robot had enough money in his pockets to keep him from running out of audio repairs. 

“I saw.” Rico replied bluntly, the hue of his eyeball slowly fading into a more muted yellow, on the brink of turning orange. “And I’m--”

“--IMPRESSED?”
Stu butted in, prematurely cutting Rico’s statement short. 

“Far from the truth.” The gumball machine frowned. “Look at you, you’re all busted up again.” 

The reaction Stu was receiving wasn’t entirely unforeseen. It definitely wasn’t the first time Rico worried about him, although Stu wished it would be the last. Stu rolled his eye, his hold on Rico’s hand tightening. “T-Th-Thissss in nothingg.” He scoffed, blatantly ignoring the injuries that littered his body. “I’m fi-fi-fine, PROMISE.” The stunt machine insisted, voice slurring unconvincingly. 

Of course, his words didn’t put Rico at ease. He glared at Stu with an unconvinced look, his foot tapping the floor irritatedly. 

“Ricocheeeettttt…” Stu whined, leaning dramatically on the gumball machine. “Riiic-oo… Y-Yo-You’re not mad at me-e-eeee, arrre you?~” 

As angry as Rico wanted to appear, he was glad that Stu was functional at the very least. Compared to his past gigs, this recent performance was a walk in Starr Park. Nonetheless, Rico didn’t like seeing his partner getting needlessly injured for other people’s amusement. He sighed, the coloration on his eye turning back to its usual, yellow shade. “I could never be mad at you.” 

He moved his head forward, clinking his metallic head against Stu affectionately. “But seeing you with all these scrapes and bruises makes me worry. You should really be more careful out there.” 

“I waaaas-s-ss being more ca-careful!” Stu protested. “Bes-s-sides.. Today’s gig wa-wasn’ttttt thaaaat bad.” He stuttered. “Just a ffffew b-bumps herrrre and th-there..” 

Truth be told, Stu was being completely honest. It wasn’t often that Rico had the chance to view his performances, especially since the gumball machine was busy taking down criminals and working with his trio most of the time. Stu would usually try and tone down the action for Rico’s sake whenever he visited, knowing that the gumball machine didn’t get very happy seeing his partner partake in dangerous stunt activities.

As Rico withdrew from Stu, it became clear to Stu that Rico had no intention of entertaining any more of his excuses. Realizing that Rico wasn’t going to allow the robot to snake his way out of things, Stu sighed defeatedly. “H-How about you checkkkkk my inju-u-uuriess out the-en? You’ll se-e-e that its not tttthat serious.” He proposed.

The gumball machine didn’t respond immediately, his eye squinting in consideration. It wasn’t an entirely bad idea - being given the freedom to take a closer look at Stu’s body while also being allowed to care for any injuries that he comes across. After a few moments of silence, Rico decided -- “Alright.” He replied slowly. “I can live with that.” 

With their hands still intertwined, Rico guided Stu towards a vanity near the wall, which held Stu’s repair box. With the green light being granted to inspect Stu, Rico cautiously stepped back from the other robot once they reached the vanity, gently releasing their intertwined hands. He scrutinized Stu's form, particularly focusing on his helmet. A significant dent marred its side, with numerous scratches and nicks coating its surface. Rico gingerly grasped the helmet, lifting it away from Stu's head and setting it aside. Fortunately, Stu's head appeared relatively unscathed, devoid of any visible marks. Rico breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his companion's head remained untouched by the performance.

Stu’s body, however, likely told a different story. What was once a stylish bright red jacket was now a dull, torn up mess. Holes scattered across the fabric’s surface, accompanied by multiple blackened burn spots. It was rugged and frayed, similarly to Stu’s cape. Although -- Stu’s cape was in far worse condition by the looks of things. Half of it had completely torn off, the edges singed with black, loose threads swaying in the air. It was a miracle that Stu’s internal machinery was still functional…

Noticing Rico’s distasteful glare, Stu quickly spoke up -- “I-I-I can jjjjust ge-et a new on-one.” He said. “Got liii-iiike…. seve-er-eral pairsss-sss of th-i-i-s thing.” Stu went on, waving his hand dismissively in hopes that Rico wouldn’t dwell on the topic of his jacket. If there was one thing Stu wasn’t worried about, it’d be his clothing. With his career choice, it would only make sense for the brawler to keep himself stocked up on the same pair of clothes. 

“...Alright then.” Rico sighed defeatedly. “You don’t mind if I take this off you, do you?” He asked, his hand hovering over the jacket zipper. Stu nodded, and so Rico proceeded. He held onto the large zipper, pulling it down along the teeth. Stu’s jacket drooped down to his arms, the zipper no longer holding it firmly in place on his shoulders. Rico had only pulled it down about half way before noticing a few nicks on the surface of Stu’s chest. They weren’t terrible, but still a call for concern. ‘Someone would have to repair it later,’ the gumball machine figured. He went on, giving the zipper one last pull before opening the garment fully, Stu's jacket hitting the floor with a soft thump.

The rest of Stu’s body was pretty much as Rico imagined. Battered in small dents and scratches - although Rico could admit that there was a lot less bruising than he originally expected. 

Rico gently placed a hand on the surface of Stu’s chest, his fingers delicately tracing over a dent. His eye narrowed slightly, continuing to survey the rest of Stu’s complexion curiously. Another hand found its way onto Stu’s waist, which caused the robot to jolt from the unexpected touch. Although Rico was just checking his body for dents and other signs of weatheredness, Stu could tell that Rico’s hands moved with underlying purpose. The feeling of Rico’s hands gently tracing Stu’s exposed surface made the stunt machine’s wires flicker, his eye subtly changing in shade.

While Stu couldn’t feel pain physically, that didn’t mean that he was completely immune to the feeling of being touched. The sensation was distinct from pain, more akin to gentle pressure or a vibration that reverberated through his circuits. It was a curious sensation, one that even he struggled to fully comprehend. Rico’s touch felt oddly different, though. It gave him more of a reaction than any other previous touch  - and Stu really couldn't pinpoint why. He shivered, one of Rico’s fingers brushing over a particularly sensitive spot on his side. 

“You’ve gone suspiciously quiet.” Rico observed, pausing his examination to glance at Stu. “Is something bothering you?”

“N-No! Th-This just .. feels a lit-t-t-tle weird!” Stu chuckled, giving Rico another dismissive wave. “Cary o-on.” 

Rico raised a metaphorical brow at Stu’s statement. He was aware of Stu’s ability to “feel”, but this was the first time that Stu had described it as feeling “weird”. “Weird in a bad or good way?” He asked cautiously. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No! It’s .. G-Good. I-I-I think.” He responded. “It’s diff-f-f-erent, but I like i-it.” 

Wanting to experiment a bit further, Rico curiously ran his fingers along Stu’s side, which elicited a soft gasp from Stu’s impaired voice box. Rico continued to touch the robot’s body ardently, garnering a few more shudders from Stu. The reaction was unfamiliar to Rico, seeing as he had checked Stu’s body a numerous amount of times in the past and hadn’t received the same reaction until now. Stu appeared to be enjoying it nonetheless, which only fuelled Rico's desire to garner further reactions from him.

As Rico could remember it, the only time Stu would have a similar reaction to Rico’s touch was when Rico would open up the compartment on his back, where the gumball machine would usually try his best to do some basic repairs to get Stu functional. This sparked an idea in Rico's mind. “I’m going to open your back. Is that alright?” He asked.

Stu nodded in response, pointing towards a tool box that lay on the vanity. Once Rico retrieved it, he carefully turned the stunt robot around and unscrewed the bolts on his back, lifting a sheet of metal to expose Stu’s internal circuits. Inside of the robot lied a heap of jumbled cords and sensors. Rico was familiar with the complex electronic systems, not just because he worked on Stu before, but also because he himself was a robot. 

“W-What are you going-g-g to ddddo?” Stu questioned, turning his head to glance at Rico. 

Without responding, the gumball machine reached a hand inside of Stu’s framework, grabbing hold of a random wire. Curiously, he brushed his thumb along the slender rod, rubbing it. The unexpected touch made Stu let out a surprised yelp, the robot trembling at the sensation. “Ooh-h-h g-g-ggodddd…” Stu gasped breathlessly, his back slightly arching. 

Rico blinked from surprise, Stu’s reaction having caught him off guard. He’s never been this sensitive before, let alone this responsive to Rico’s touch. Witnessing the stunt machine display such neediness gave Rico pause, tempting him with an intriguing idea. His fingers continued to touch Stu’s wires teasingly, his fingers skillfully wrapping around the cable, gently trailing his digits along the circuitry. “How does this feel?” He asked carefully.

Stu could feel himself heating up. His cooling system clicked on, fanning his internal system with cold air in an attempt to cool down - To no avail. The robot leaned onto the vanity, his hands gripping onto the surface tightly. His head felt dizzy, his entire body quivering at Rico’s touch. “S-So g-ggoood…” Stu slurred his words drowsily, eye turning a shade of pink. “M..Morrre…” He huffed. 

“More?” Rico repeated. 

“Y-Ye-es..” Stu replied, almost impatiently. “Pl-Pleasssee. Itttt fe-e-els like I’mmm b-b-urning — Ric-c-co, please.. ttt-touch me morrre.” He looked back at Rico pathetically, his whiny tone evident as he tried to hold back a whine.

Stu’s neediness made Rico’s core throb, warmth spreading throughout his body. Rico silently obeyed, getting the desire to trail even further and touch Stu in a more enjoyable area. Giving a wire one last stroke, he set it down and closed the compartment on Stu's back. Moving closer, Rico pressed against Stu's body, his hands trailing down to the lower part of the machine. Grasping Stu's studded belt, he slid it downwards.

Stu, being a robot without legs, had a compartment in the rim of his wheel that housed his penis. While it typically required a bit of attention before fully emerging, Stu’s shaft had been hungrily poking against the restrictive belt, springing into view once the garment was unveiled. Unsurprisingly it had already begun to leak, a dark purple-ish oil secreting from the tip. Rico reached for it, his hand grabbing onto the base of Stu’s cock and stroking it slowly, using Stu’s pre as substitute lubricant. 

The feeling of Rico’s hands expertly pumping Stu’s length made the robot feel fuzzy, weak moans escaping him. He hungrily bucked his hips, desperately craving extra friction. Understanding his desire, Rico sped up the pace, sliding his hand along the robot’s length rapidly. Stu’s entire body racked in pleasure, his breaths coming in heavy pants as Rico continued to glide his hand along Stu’s twitching cock.

Not only was Rico’s handiwork teetering Stu over the edge, but their close proximity was making the robot’s head swell. Stu felt small yet protected under Rico’s mass, the larger robot’s body towering over him and grinding against his back while jerking Stu off. He could feel the heat of Rico’s body on his own metallic skin, smothering Stu completely. Everything about Rico was intoxicating, and it all drew Stu one step closer to his boiling point.

As Stu's ragged breathing intensified, Rico could sense Stu’s nearing climax. Stu’s whines got louder and his hips voraciously pushed into Rico’s palm. With a final thrust, Stu’s entire body trembled -- hot oil spurted from Stu's tip, the cum splattering onto the floor and trickling down his thigh.  

The two were breathless, panting heavily -- yet still longed for the other's satisfaction.

“T-t-that w-w-was…” Stu huffed sloppily, the glitches in his voice box becoming more prominent as his mind raced. “S-s-so goodddd..”

As his senses slowly returned back to Stu, the robot felt something prodding along his back. He snuck a glance behind himself, noticing that it was Rico’s erect member that was resting eagerly behind him. “Ah-” Rico blurted, realizing that his cock had impatiently emerged from his crotch without his knowledge. His eye flushed a shade of rose-pink from embarrassment. “S-Sorry.. I may have gotten a little excited, too.” He blushed, the rod still pressing on Stu awkwardly. 

Stu was far from opposed to the unexpected guest, as its arrival only turned the robot on even more. “W-w-e’reee not done jjjjuustt y-ee-et.” Stu stammered, his eye fixated on Rico’s twitching member.

 It wouldn’t be fair to Rico if Stu was the only one that got to enjoy himself -- Stu knew just exactly what Rico needed. Without wasting any time, the robot hastily lowered himself onto the ground, his back lying adjacently against the wall - his erection openly inviting Rico to take in its length. 

The sight of Stu openly offering himself to Rico made the robot's cock ache, and he eagerly climbed onto Stu, carefully lowering himself onto Stu’s lower half as he slipped his jacket off. Once seated, Stu’s erection rested along Rico’s back, making the robot shiver with anticipation. 

“Don’t you have another performance lined up for today?” Rico asked with a sly expression, nudging a gentle reminder that Stu was still on the clock, with his second performance act being scheduled just a few minutes from now. He leaned on Stu lustfully, delicately tracing his finger along Stu’s exposed chest in circular motions. The stunt robot snickered in response, hands comfortably gripping onto Rico’s broad hips. “W-w-e’ve got tttt-t-ime.” He purred. 

Whether that claim was true or not, Rico was far too gone to care. “We’d be cutting it close,” He warned, hovering his entrance over Stu’s waiting member in preparation. Stu merely rolled his eye in reply, unbothered whether he’d make it in time for the next show or not. He had better things to tend to -- like seeing Rico become a moaning and quivering mess. “We-We-We’d better make-e-e this qu-qu-ick, thennn.” He replied, slowly lowering Rico’s entrance onto his penis.

Rico’s body shivered as his hole adjusted to take in Stu’s length, the cum from Stu’s earlier ejaculation aiding in Rico’s troubles. The two moaned in unison as Rico bottomed out, his inner walls spreading around the metallic dick while he sank down on it, Rico’s hole swallowing Stu’s warmth. 

He slowly pushed back up, and once it was just the tip was surrounded by his muscles, Rico dropped back down to take all of it again -- before dragging his hips up and down rhythmically, keeping a gentle pace.

Rico groaned at the sensation of Stu filling him up, his back arching and his hips snapping against Stu’s thrusts.

Stu’s moans were a mess of glitches and distortions, each buck of his pelvis sending ignited sparks through his system. He could feel himself heating up from the overwhelming pleasure, thoughts blurring into heaps of mush. Unable to form a single coherent thought, he could only focus on his lower half, and how his dick penetrated Rico mercilessly.

 The robot’s systems could barely keep up - stunt performances were nothing compared to the chasm that was Rico’s hole. Heat smothered Stu from the inside out, heavy pants sounding from his damaged voice box. He could barely keep it together -- the build in pleasure making his head go numb. 

The firm grip he had on Rico’s waist tightened, and with a grunt, the robot plunged Rico deep into his shaft. Stu’s cock grazed Rico’s prostate, prompting an erotic moan that Rico couldn’t hold back. Craving more of Stu’s length, Rico brought himself up and slammed himself back down, shoving Stu’s cock deep inside Rico’s hole, brushing his prostate once more. 

“A-aangh!~..” The robot mewled loudly, a surge of electricity shooting throughout Rico’s body and shaft. He was on the brink of an orgasm, his thoughts slipping away like sand. “I.. think I’m close,” Rico managed to whimper through hitched breaths, legs buckling.

 His eye was subtly changing in shade, the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing making it difficult for his systems to process which color to render. Stu was sharing a similar experience, his voice becoming a garbled mess of contorted moans, and his eye flashed from pink to yellowish-red. The pleasure building in his body became too much to bear. 

Rico couldn’t make out much from Stu’s slurred speech, but the way the robot's hips began to lose rhythm, sloppily pistoning in and out of Rico’s hole, he managed to assume that Stu was close, too. 

Without warning, Stu gave one last thrust and forced his cock inside of Rico, shoving its entire length within him. They both let out a moan, Stu emptying his seed inside of Rico’s spasming hole. The purple oil filled every inch of the machine until it had nowhere else to go, and leaked out of Rico. Rico simultaneously released his load as well, ropes of cum splurting from his dick that shot down to Stu’s stomach, coming to a halt near the robot’s chest.

Rico couldn’t find the strength to hold himself up after that. Despite the mess he made on Stu’s chest, the exhausted robot collapsed on his partner, groaning absentmindedly. The two of them breathed heavily, senses slowly returning back to them. “I love you so .. much..” Rico could barely huff, way too exhausted for his own good. 

Stu weakly wrapped his arms around Rico’s body, sparing just a few seconds to catch more of his breath. “I-I-I … love … you-u-u, tooo…” 

He had no idea how he was going to perform his upcoming show in his current condition, but that was the last thing on Stu’s mind at this point. The world felt frozen in time -- It was just him and Rico. And he loved Rico, oh so much. The robot affectionately petted his hand along Rico’s frame, relishing every second they had together. They were a mess, but neither of them seemed to care. Not when they were in the comfort of each other’s arms, anyway.