#rex splode x reader

[toxicrelief]

How it feels to be a Rex fan knowing he was canonly a complete shitbag for the majority of his life 💔💔

[nahctar]

I dreamed about this last night, and it was based on season 1 rex and i farted whilst thinking about it when i woke up. I HAD to draw it

[shrimpfriedlice]

Pairing: Rexsplode x f! reader

Rex needs more attention and Im here to give it to him

Summary: Rex shows up at your house unannounced and he’s determined to prove that he’s changed

Tags: one shot, swearing (I have a sailor mouth, suck it), SMUT, MDNI, oral (f receiving) Rex becomes a munch post lizard league, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it y’all), cream pie, uuuuhhhh I think thats it, have fun you freaks

You were awoken in the middle of the night to erratic knocking at your apartment window. You grumbled awake thinking some unscheduled construction or teenage delinquents were ruining your sleep. You grabbed the bat by your bedroom door just in case, in this world you can never be too safe. You saw a familiar hunched over figure in your window and you slammed it open.

“Oh fuck off you fucking cunt, are you serious?”

“Heyyy hot stuff,” Rex gave you his signature lopsided grin. You rolled your eyes hard.

“No.” And you moved to close your window.

“Heyheyheyhey, wait,” Rex moved the hand he had wrapped around his torso to reveal a gaping wound. You sighed heavily and wiped a hand down your face.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You said as you stepped aside to let him in.

“And you’re an angel,” Rex flattered. You gave him a pissed off look. “What’s the bat for, gonna hurt me?”

“Don’t press your luck, you’re lucky I have a conscience,” you pointed aggressively at him. “And lay on the fucking floor, I had to get my couch professionally cleaned last time and it was not fun to explain.” You hadn’t seen Rex in a long time. You didn’t really remember how long, but it was long enough. You weren’t really in your best state of mind at the time and some beat up superhero with a smart mouth came knocking at your window, looking for some help. You didn’t really care that he was a dick, you just cared that he had one. Not that he ever got you off, but you didn’t care much about that either, mostly it was just something to do. It went like that for a few weeks, he came in, said some shit, you told him to shut up, and then you shut him up in the best way you knew how. Then one day, something about what he said or did particularly pissed you off and you shoved him out of your house. After that, time passed, you got better, you learned to care about yourself a little more.

And now he’s here. Bleeding on your fake hardwood floor. Taking off his suit like it was no big deal.

He stripped himself from the waist up, wincing at his wounds. You mumbled to yourself angrily as you went into your bathroom to find first aid supplies. After the first time, you began stocking up on more medical supplies just in case he got hurt again. You told yourself that it was because you didn’t want to have to deal with some fucking dead guy in your living room, but part of your actually cared. Though, you’d never admit that to him or anyone for that matter. You lumbered back into your living room and shoved a chair into Rex’s direction.

“Sit.” You barked. You pulled his pants down a bit to fully assess his wounds.

“Heyy there, if you were trying to get me naked, you could have just asked” you shot him a glare.

“Fucking dramatic ass,” you mumbled under your breath. He was bleeding, yes, but it was nothing he couldn’t have handled on his own. Knowing him, he’d probably be back in action the next day. You wondered why he would come to you with this and you took a glance at his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he chewed at his lip. Was he… nervous? You shook your head slightly, Rex didn't get nervous, you told yourself and began cleaning his wound.

“Your place looks nice,” Rex said abruptly. You gave him a look.

“My place looks nice.” You repeated at him.

“Yeah, I mean, it looks different since the last time I saw it.”

“No fucking shit it looks different,” you snapped as you bandaged him. As you finished tending to him, you dropped your hands in exasperation. “Okay, what the fuck are you doing here, Rex.” You put a finger up before he could talk, “and don't say because you were hurt and had nowhere to go because I know damn well this could have been fixed without me.”

Rex rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Okay…” you saw him cringe at himself, “last month, I kinda almost died.”

“Okay, and?”

“And when I knew it was going to be the end, I just saw every shitty thing I did being shoved back into my face and, man, I was such a fucking asshole.” You laughed at that, you couldn’t help it.

“So you realized you're an asshole?” You laughed again, “oh my god, really Rex? You really did the ‘I took mushrooms for the first time and just learned empathy’ except you has to fucking almost die?” This was hilarious to you. “You’re such a fucking cunt.”

“I know,” he sighed, “and I’m sorry.” You scoffed.

“This is ridiculous, you are ridiculous.” You grabbed the medical supplies you had on the floor and took it to your kitchen to clean. You shook your head at yourself with a bewildered smile.

You turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing your arms.

“Okay, so you’re sorry, go ahead, give me your whole speech.” This was such a joke to you. Rex bowed his head and looked into his lap.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I used you for your body and for other things and it wasn’t right. I was shitty to you and you didn’t deserve it.” He looked up at you. “I cared about you and instead of actually treating you like a person… I did what I did and I’m sorry.”

Your smile dropped at that. You never even let yourself think that you cared about Rex and here he was saying he cared about you?

“What the fuck, Rex?” You said incredulously.

“What?”

“You care about me? What are you even talking about? You just feel bad, you don’t care about me. You didn’t even care to make me cum.”

“I could prove it.” You raised your eyebrow at that, knowing what he was suggesting. “Only if you want.”

You chuckled again at that, “only if I want,” you repeated. A smug part of you wanted him to give you what he owed you. “You know what? Fuck it, go ahead Rex, prove to me you’ve changed, but first, take a fucking shower, you’re disgusting.” You went to your room without even looking back at Rex. You heard him eagerly scurry to your bathroom and shut the door. You rolled your eyes. You had to admit though, you were kind of curious as to what he had planned. You laid down on your bed, hands crossed over your stomach and waiting. You didn’t know why you were nervous, it was just Rex, but your heart hammered in your ears. You heard your bathroom door open and there he was. Naked as a newborn baby, Rex sauntered into your room. You huffed in amusement at that. He had the same swagger he always had, but there was something… more. Maybe you were thinking too hard about it.

“Okay, lover boy,” you teased, “show me what you got.”

Rex climbed over you, slotting himself between your legs and caging you in his arms. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he ever so slowly leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Rex had always been so impatient and aggressive before. He gradually grew more passionate with his kiss, using one hand to brush your hair to the side and cup your cheek. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to dig your fingers into his hair. He moved to your neck, peppering kisses down to your collar bone. He softly sucked at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. You had to hold back a soft moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He tugged at the hem of your shirt.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, sure, man, go for it.” He tugged your shirt over his head and you could see the hunger grown in his eyes as he looked you up and down.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” Your face grew red at that, not used to that kind of attention. You turned your head to look away from him. He kissed down your chest, latching his mouth onto your perked nipple and swirling his tongue around it. He gave a soft bite at it and you tried to stifle your moan but it escaped. You could feel him smile against your chest.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumbled. He lifted his head from your chest for a moment.

“Oh I would gladly,” he said and began to suck on your other bud. He began to pinch and roll your unattended nipple in his hand, making your arch your back into him. He continued to switch back and forth, unhurried, taking his time. You grinded against his lap, trying to gain any sort of friction. He was riling you up and you began to become impatient. You hooked your thumbs into your own shorts, pulling both them and your underwear off in one movement.

“Someone’s a little bit eager,” Rex teased. You shot him a look that made him chuckle and he kissed a trail down the plane of your stomach. As he scooted down your body, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Rex?” You gave a sharp gasp as he hiked your legs over his shoulders and licked a stripe from your hole to your clit. He lapped you up like a man starved, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive area. You bucked your hips into his face and he moaned into your cunt, the vibration adding to your pleasure.

“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good.” Rex said between licks. “Why didn’t I do this earlier?”

You couldn’t respond as Rex thrusted his tongue into you, his nose stimulating your clit. You whimpered, not being able to hold yourself back anymore.

“That’s it baby, you can be loud for me, let me hear you.”

You tangled your fingers into his hair and pushed his head further into your pussy.

“Fucking use me, take what you need.”

You moaned as you ground yourself into his face and you could have sworn Rex moaned louder than you did. He moved to suck your clit into his mouth and slowly curled a finger into you. Your back arched further and Rex used his other arm to hold down your hips.

“Fuckkk, Rex” he groaned into you.

“The way you say my fucking name, I could cum just from that.” He pushed another finger into you, hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. He was relentless, he didn’t lift his mouth from you unless it was to praise you.

“You’re doing so fucking good, look at you.”

“You’re so fucking tight, how are your real?”

“Yes baby, I got you baby”

You felt a hot coil tense in your stomach and you tightened around him.

“That’s it baby, I can feel you getting close, I want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

Rex harshly sucked on your clit and that threw you over the edge. You weren’t sure if you moaned words or his name or just noise but you didn’t care. Rex fucked you through your high, milking you of every last drop of pleasure. He lapped up every drop of you and as you came down, you watched he suck the rest of you off his fingers.

“Rex. Get over here and fuck me before I change my mind.” He giddily crawled up your body and smothered you in a kiss. You could taste yourself on him and fuck that was hot. You broke the kiss and peered down at his painfully hard cock. You took him in your hand and pumped him a few times. Rex closed his eyes and threw his head back. He whimpered as you spread his precum over his tip with your thumb. That made you smirk. You then positioned him toward your entrance and Rex slowly pushed himself in. Both of you moaned in tandem as he inched himself into you. The two of you were panting by the time he bottomed out. He paused and you impatiently grinded onto him.

“Wait - just - you feel too good, I just need a second.” And Rex rested his forehead on yours. You played with the hair on the nape of his neck and slowly, Rex pulled out and pushed back in. After your first orgasm, the feeling was overwhelming, your pussy was so sensitive but it felt so good. Rex quickened his pace, groaning at the sight of you together.

“Fuckkk, you’re so fucking tight, Jesus I could die like this.” Rex pulled your legs up, hooking them around his shoulders and pressing your thighs against your chest. You gasped and moaned at the new angle, his cock was hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Rex licked his fingers and reached down to rub circles on your clit.

“Fuck, Rex, it’s too much, I can’t-“

“You can take it baby, you can take it, I know you can”

You whined as that feeling crept up on you again and you knew Rex was going to cum soon because his rhythm became crazed and erratic.

“Rex, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me baby, cum on my cock.” And with that you arched your back, that feeling rushing through your body. The feeling of you finishing over his cock sent Rex over the edge and you felt his cum fill you. The two of you were breathing hard, just looking at each other for a second. Rex pulled his soft cock out of you and you groaned at the loss of it. He got up out of the bed and for a second you thought he was going to leave you like this again, but then he came back with a wet washcloth in his hand. He gently cleaned you off and went to clean himself off in the bathroom. Rex climbed into bed behind you and threw an arm over your waist, pulling you close and taking a deep breath into your hair.

“Do you.. what to get lunch tomorrow?”

You turned your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Rex?”

He laughed, “I guess I am.”

[zeecriter]

Invincible p!links·˚ ༘ P2

WARNING ➤ Pornographic content mdni! The links all have afab/feminine bodies except maskless mark, do not open in public.

Sinister Mark

Fucking you into the sofa

He loves choking you

bought this skirt just for this

Can’t run away anymore

Main! Mark Grayson

Literally like rabbits (LOADS)

Sock on the door

Virgin! Best friend!Mark who wanted to try something with you

He WANTS you carrying his kid

Full mask Mark

Breeding you full with his babies

Stroking him

Short cunnilingus vid

Got him all tied up

Mohawk Mark

Do y’all see that bulge?? Definitely the way he’d fuck you

How he’d eat his princess out

Normal au!Mohawk mark after taking a drive in his car with you. Couldn’t wait till you got home huh?

His own fleshlight

Viltrumite mark

The eye contacttt

After a long day of viltrum work

Morning sexxx!!

His maid looked hotter today, especially in that skimpy dress you wore.

Maskless mark(MLM)

Riding him in your dorm

You two both got horny while hanging out

Bottom! Mark

Seeing stars

Omni-Mark

loves tasting you

You were a brat in this universe too he had to handle it!

He loves the feeling of your gushy walls clenching around his fingers

You were so desperate to cum :(

Rex Sloan

You play way too much video games

Devouring your pussy

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ NOTE ➤ sorry guys I released this sooo late! The next part of the invincible p!links are going to be revolved around threesomes! If you guys want other p!links with different media I’ll be happy to do it. I want to do a jujutsu kaisen list but I want to see what y’all want first.

[seacuppy]

The meat between a mark and Rex sandwich

[lanae111]

When he’s a red flag but you need him

[veryoccasionalwriting]

Always Second Priority (Chapter 5)

You found him near the training deck.. Mark.

Again.

He wasn’t in his suit this time. Just jeans and that damn sweater that he loved so much, hair messy. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept much. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe that was the point.

“I won’t take long,” he said as you approached. “I just… need to say it right this time.”

You nodded slowly. 

Mark’s voice shook for just a moment. “I know you don’t owe me anything. But I need you to understand, I didn’t save Eve because I love her more. Or because I don’t care about you.”

You crossed your arms, not exactly buying what he was saying quiet yet.

“I panicked,” he said. “That’s the truth. I saw her pinned, and I didn’t even think. I just moved and then when I saw Rex carrying you out, I felt sick. I knew I messed up. I just… didn’t know how to fix it.”

You exhaled slowly. “I’m not asking you to fix it, Mark.”

“I know. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry. And not just for that day, for all of it. For not making you feel like you mattered. You do. You always have.”

You looked away.

It would’ve been easier if he yelled. If he blamed you. If he tried to argue.

But instead he stood there, actually being reasonable for once.

And you?

You still cared.

That was the worst part.

“I don’t hate you,” you said quietly. “I don’t think I ever could. But… I think we need a break. From each other. For real.”

Mark flinched, but nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “If that’s what you need to feel better… just call me whenever. I promise I’ll answer.”

You stared at him for a moment before you slowly nodded your head.

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Rex found you on the roof a little while later.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just sat beside you, offered you half of whatever sugary monstrosity he was eating. You took it, needing something to get your mind off what just happened.

“I talked to Mark,” you said eventually.

“Figured.”

“He apologized.”

“Did he cry?”

You cracked a small smile. “No. But his voice broke a little.”

Rex made a thoughtful noise. “Eh. Half-point.”

You gave Rex a smile before your mind began to trail off again. “I told him I needed space,” you said softly.

Rex glanced at you. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I feel like I’m unraveling and holding it together at the same time.”

Rex was quiet for a moment, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Been there.. only like twice. Last time I felt like that, I bought a motorcycle and accidentally joined a barfight in Reno, so… 10 outta 10, would not recommend.” He paused. “Actually.. motorcycle was kind of cool. Cecil made me return it though..” 

You looked at him in confusion for a moment.

“What I’m saying is…” he started, gesturing vaguely, “I’m not great with the whole feelings thing, but if you need someone to distract you, I can do that. I can talk, like, a lot. I can ramble about literally anything. Did you know sea otters hold hands so they don’t drift apart? That’s real. Also kinda tragic, if you think about it, but also weirdly romantic. Or, like... I could just sit here and shut up. Or I could kiss you. I mean I can’t do all three unless I make a clone, and that’s not really in the budget right now, so…”

You blinked, heart racing in your chest. “What?”

Rex looked at you, his usual smirk faltered just a little, replaced by something gentler. Something that made your breath catch.

“I’m saying… do you want me to shut up or kiss you?” he asked quietly. “Because I’ll do whichever. Or both. But again, I’d need a clone.”

You laughed, quiet, breathy, surprised. You turned toward him, warmth blooming despite the chill in the air. “I want you to kiss me,” you said, almost shy.

Rex didn’t hesitate.

He leaned in and kissed you, surprisingly soft for Rex. Like he had been waiting for this for a long time now. maybe, under all the deflection and bad timing, he really wanted this too.

And for the first time in a long while, you let yourself lean into it.

(Complete story on my Ao3: Always Second Priority)

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][exbf!Rex][semi-public][handjob][cum eating][attempted murder][choking for non-sexual purposes][pining][semi-blowjob][facesitting][oral (f! receiving)][missionary][condom][mating press][cowgirl][nipple sucking][i am probably missing quite a few in my taglist but it's 4am and i lost the note that had all my rex people on so :3 my bad][spitting]

"She's his emergency contact."

"Mark, you can't just call a stranger. How— how'd you even know his password?"

"It's just 8-0-0-8-5. It's not that complicated."

"What even is that?"

"It's 'boobs'."

The whispers hush down into a silence as you step into the GDA hospital room, your shoes are soft thuds on the tiled floors. The hospital smells sterile. A mixture of Life Buoy soap and hand sanitizer that makes your throat and lungs tingle and you stuff your hands into the pocket of your hoodie.

Brows scrunched into a frown as you stand beside Rex's bedside.

Your expression is the image of solemnity.

Eyes soft, lashes drooping and pouty lips tugged down into a little frown, your fingers clutching and picking at the loose threads in your pocket.

And a voice is quiet.

"I'm... Uh.. I know this isn't the time but what lipgloss is that?"

Rae's voice is quiet, bespectacled eyes focused on you and that stupidly magnificent gloss on your lips.

"It's... Uhm... 'Coochie Juice'." You internally cringe. "And I took a lipliner that's just a bit darker than my lipline."

"And how did you—"

"Overline just the Cupid's bow, and the curve of your bottom lip. Blur it out just a little, but don't fill in the corners. And then put on the lipgloss."

"Okay, thank you so much."

You go back to staring down at Rex. You never thought you'd see him like this.

Eyes fluttered shut, his head wrapped with blood soaked bandages and an IV drip feeding him fluids. His heartbeat is steady, vitals linked up to the screen beside him and you feel your expression crumple, your hands moving to cover your face.

Choked sobs slip from you and you hear the quiet 'we'll leave you two alone', before the others slip out of the hospital room.

And you swallow, inhaling sharply.

And by natural instinct, your gaze drifts towards where the plug of the ventilator remained stuffed into a wall socket and your glossy lips purse. And you reach for the head of the plug, fingers grasping snugly and you contemplate.

Is it worth it?

He's a hero.

He cheated on you with Eve.

He's a person.

He cheated on you with Eve.

This counts as murder.

He cheated on you with Eve.

Is this what you really want?

That last question stumps you and your hand slips from the plug, and you instead, plant yourself in the seat at his bedside, your eyes teary and your lashes becoming wet with each blink.

"I wanna kill you so bad." Your voice is tiny, cracking as you bring your hands up to rest on him, fisting at the hospital blankets and your vision becomes even blearier.

"You fucking asshole." You sob. "I hope you die. I hope you see the fucking light at the end of the tunnel, before you're dragged to Hell. Kratos style."

Your heart's clenching and you're resting your head on his belly, feeling the way each breath he takes makes those washboard abs constrict and flex. And somewhere, shame's lost on you and you're lifting his hospital gown.

Staring at his abs and the way his muscular hips form that delicious V shape and you let out a low, unattractive sob.

"Why didn't you get ugly?"

You think you're convincing yourself when you see the way the corners of his lips quirk weakly, dimples making a faint appearance in his chiselled cheeks and Rex takes a breath.

"Because..... I could never be ugh—" Rex is cut off, a sharp gasp ringing from him when your hands wrap around his neck.

That tinge of sadness leaves you, and the sound of his voice irks you in a way that's downright demonic, and Rex gasps. His vitals are spiking, and your eyes are narrowing.

"Die, you cheating bast— oh, ewwww."

You grimace at the tent beneath the blankets, lips tugged into a disgusted frown as you glare at him, and emerald eyes peer at you from beneath long lashes. Long, brag-worthy eyelashes that flutter and curl perfectly.

And Rex grins. Cocky and so fucking full of himself.

"Good to know it still works."

And he grasps at your hand, calloused fingers brushing over the soft flesh of your palm, tracing the lines before he looks at you. And God, you lose all respect for yourself at the way your heart stutters, breath caught in your lungs and he sighs.

Soft and sweet.

"Baby..." He murmurs softly. "What happened?"

"You got shot, I think. I wasn't really paying attention after they said you're hospitalized. I blew up a balloon and it made it difficult to listen. But..." You swallow. "In your head. Like, the back."

Rex lets a little laugh bubble from his cracked lips, before he glances at you.

"Why're so you mad at me? What... What year is it?"

His voice is soft, and your lungs constrict.

Before you remember who it is.

"Don't bullshit me." You huff, tugging your hand out of his grasp. "I know you don't have amnesia."

"Ah... Shit." Rex grunts before shifting, resting against the cushiony pillows. "Almost had you though, huh?"

The grin is charming, glinting even and he raises one of those perfect brows as he waits for your answer. But all that leaves you, is a low, annoyed groan. Before you push yourself up from your seat.

"I'm gonna go tell your friends you're—"

"Wait." Rex reaches for your arm and if you wanted to delude yourself, you'd say that you could see desperation flickering behind those emerald pools.

"I— uh..." He swallows hard, and your gaze moves towards where the monitor is showcasing his racing heart. "When I'm out, can we talk?"

You really wanna say no. But...

"...no."

Rex stares at you, a dead stare on his face like he wasn't expecting that.

"I'll just come over anyway."

Your glossy lips part for an argument but Rex looks pathetic enough right now. Tubed up, bruised and beaten.

"Fine." You grumble. "You dick."

And he grins. Dimples showcased in chiselled cheeks and his tongue runs across his bottom lip in an attempt to soothe the cracks and dryness.

"Speaking of dick..." His gaze flits towards the tent in the sheets.

"No."

"Please." Rex begs. "My team can't see me like this."

"Most of your team has seen you like this."

There's a dead quiet in the room, because you're right. Most of the team has seen Rex's dick, if not taken a ride on it.

"Please." Rex breathes out. "Help me out. It's been a week."

You drop back into your seat, rolling up your sleeve dramatically and you let out an annoyed huff.

"You're giving me a handjob, not cleaning a horse's dick." Rex grunts.

"Basically the same thing." You grunt, your hand slipping underneath the covers as you scooch your chair closer.

"So... What I'm hearing is—"

"You're hearing wrong."

"—that you think I've got a horse cock."

You let out a low, annoyed groan, your hand tucking itself beneath Rex's hospital gown, and your hand wraps around the thick base of him. Your eyes shut tightly, and you begin to tug.

Not even sexy stroking, just tugging.

"Ow— open your eyes— ow, shit. What are you doing?" Rex shifts uncomfortably, brows scrunching with each pinch of pain and he glares at you. Your eyes are still squeezed tightly shut, brows furrowed and glossy lips pressed into a thin line.

"Pretending you're Marlon Brando in A Streetcar named Desire." You grumble out and Rex huffs, swatting away your hand.

"Well, he'd never want you if that's how you give a handjob." Rex grunts, shifting uncomfortably and he palms himself through the scratchy blankets of the GDA hospital, his lips tugged into a frown.

"He's dead." You remind.

"Yeah," he scoffs, "and it's cause you can't give a decent handjob."

You purse your lips because you don't wanna laugh at one of Rex's jokes. You need to internally remind yourself that you don't think he's funny and that you hate him, as you cross your arms over your chest, giving Rex a lazy glance.

Watching as he, very dramatically, gathers his bearings.

"So, can you get off your high horse, and give me a proper tug job?" Rex scoffs and you suck on your teeth.

"I don't owe you anything, Rex."

Your brows furrow into a frown and you watch the way Rex stares at you, bringing a fisted hand up to his mouth and he coughs. He coughs like a toddler forcing a cough.

"But I'm sick." He whines softly and you let out a peeved groan.

"You're not sick, you've been shot."

You're griping, complaining but you're shifting, spitting into your palm and sliding your hand back beneath the sheets and Rex's brows furrow, body going slack against the piled up pillows and he shifts.

"Fuck, just like that." He breathes out, hands moving to shift at the covers, his head tipping back when he feels the way your manicured and soft fingertips trail over that leaky divot, his cock pulsing in your hand. And Rex groans softly.

"Missed your tiny racoon hands." He murmurs, and you snort, pressing your face into the nearest pillow, as your shoulders shake with laughter.

And God, Rex would be lying if he said hearing the sound of your laughter wasn't something so refreshingly familiar.

The cadence of your snorts, wheezes that manage to slip from glossy lips and he watches as you straighten up again, swallowing away all evidence of giggling and Rex raises a hand. Moving it to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek.

Your heart begins to pound, the only sound in the room being the ever increasing beeping of his heart monitor, and your eyes flick towards the screen. The beats increase steadily. And you swallow hard.

"Shit, I really wanna kiss you." Rex breathes out. "Can I?"

"No, you're not putting your community lips on me." You scoff, with a snort of laughter and he groans, head tipping back.

"Fuck, why're you so mean?" He rasps out a laugh, his hips bucking into your fist and his eyes squeeze shut.

"Because you cheated." "Ow. Ow. Ow. Loosen the hand, Juggernaut." Rex breathes out, his hand curling around your wrist and his movements stutter when he presses calloused fingers against the warm flesh of your wrist.

Feeling your pulse thrum just beneath his digits, feeling the heat of your skin against his and his dick twitches in your grasp.

Hazy green eyes watch you, heavy lashes fluttering and you take in the bruising on his face. A swollen eye, a cut on his lips, a broken nose. He looks fucked up.

"You know," you lick your bottom lip, "I always thought that seeing you look like shit would bring me closure. But... Looking at you now..." Your eyes soft, your thumb brushing against his sensitive tip and Rex moans quietly.

"Mhm?" He sighs, chest heaving.

"I realise I need to watch you die."

Your voice is eerily steady but it's not enough to make Rex's cock soften, in fact. Calloused fingers dig into your wrist and he looks at you, full lips parted to let out pants.

You know he's just so... Pliable now that he's under a crazy amount of painkillers, but still enough for him to be coherent.

And he's so pretty too. With his pretty emerald eyes, and gingery strands that poke out from where his head's wrapped in gauze.

"Just suck the tip, please." He whimpers.

"No!" You hiss. "I'm not fucking blowing you."

And he whines, letting out an obnoxiously loud cough.

"But I'm sick."

You grit your teeth, eyes flickering towards the door of his room and you let out a huff, standing up abruptly. Your sneakers make thuds across the tiled floor, and your movements are aggressive as you yank the curtains shut.

"I really fucking hate you, Rex." You grit out, plopping back in your seat and the legs of the chairs scrape against the linoleum as you scooch closer, lifting his hospital blankets and you stare at his cock.

Beads of precum rolling down the length, prominent veins protruding from behind the tanned skin and he twitches under your scrutinizing gaze.

"I know baby, and I'm sorry." He pants, shifting with excitement when he sees the way you lean forward, and your glossy lips wrap around his flushed tip.

"Fuck, m'so sorry for cheating." Rex's hands fist the sheets, his head falling back against his propped up pillows and he feels the way your tongue swirls, tracing the veins and your eyes flick towards him.

And that has him coming undone like a fucking ball of yarn.

The way your lashes flutter, the way your lipgloss leaves the prettiest ring around his cock and the way your eyes soften just a bit when his hand comes to rest on the crown of your head.

All of that, has Rex spilling into your mouth. Sweet cum painting your tongue in velvety ribbons and he groans. Low and breathy, and he frowns when you pull away with a pop, your cheeks puffed and filled.

He watches, his breaths bated as you swallow, licking the corner of your mouth before you lift yourself from your seat, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.

"I'm gonna go tell your friends you're awake."

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"What are you doing here, Rex?" You fold your arms across your chest, resting your forearms on the windowsill as you stare down at Rex, booted feet planted firmly on your grass.

"And how the fuck do you even know where I live?"

"I used the GDA resources." He calls back, before reaching into his car window, turning up the volume and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Instead, leaning out of the window, eyes glued on Rex.

He healed up pretty nicely in just a week. The only evidence being a scar that bisects his otherwise perfect eyebrows. Voluminous gingerish strands remain pulled back into a bun, his undercut fresh and his trusty face framing pieces remain doing their job.

"I'll stand here every night for the rest of my fuckin' life to prove that I want you back." Rex calls to you, emerald gaze fixed on your form. On the way your pendant dangles, on the way your lips purse. Before he speaks up again.

"Well... Maybe not every night. I got shit to do. But every night this week?" He scoffs. "I'll do that shit."

You try not to snort at the sound of Seal, biting down on your plump bottom lip, as Rex stands with his arms outstretched. Powder blue Henley snug against his physique.

"BABY! I COMPARE YOU TO A KISS FROM A ROSE ON THE GREY!"

He begins to fumble the words, and you can see the frustration on his features, brows furrowing and you snort.

"You don't know the words." You snort, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and Rex huffs.

"Okay, fine." He folds his arms across his broad chest and it's kind of hard to take him seriously with Seal as his soundtrack.

"Of course I fuckin' don't. I'm not a sixty and my dick still works. But you know the words." Rex licks his bottom lip.

"I'm— okay, I know I'm a piece of shit but I'm a reformed piece of shit. I don't wanna die a cheating dick." And he shifts on his feet. "I'm new and improved."

And you huff.

"Yeah, this time you won't get caught."

And Rex glares at you.

"I won't go to prison if I knock the shit out of you." He seethes.

And he lets out a huff.

"Okay, I'm not entirely changed. But I'll make it up to you. I swear on my life, your life—"

"Bitch, leave my life alone."

"Well, I don't want it to be only on my life. You know that's shit's pretty worthless."

And there's a silence between you.

"I swear on Mark and Eve's collective lives."

And you snicker.

Before chewing on the inside of your cheek, watching as Rex shifts around on your lawn and you let out a breath. Heavy and your cheeks puff out when you do.

"Please." His voice is quiet, gaze lowered. "I know I'm," he huffs, "like.... A dick, or manipulative or a serial cheater and like, self-serving, judgemental and I—"

"You're ruining the moment, Rex."

And he sighs.

"I just," he swallows hard, "I don't wanna fuck up again. Not with you."

There's the softest silence between you, and you watch him. He looks so pathetic. Maybe your closure was needing him to beg, needing him to play Silk Shirt R&B loud enough for your neighbours' porch lights to flicker to life.

"Park your car in my driveway." You speak softly, before shutting the window and you don't need to look to know that shit-eating grin's plastered on his face. Dimples in sunkissed cheeks and you hear the slam of his car door.

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"Yeah, m'sorry." Rex groans, his arms hooked around your thighs, your knees dimpling the pillow beneath his head and your hands clutch at the headboard like your life depends on it.

Rex's tongue drags along your slippery cunt, a mixture of spit and slick making it glossy as his nose bumps against your clit. The friction just enough to make your hips move, wriggling and writhing on his face, your forehead braced on the hand holding the headboard while your other sinks into his hair.

And he groans, lashes fluttering, cock straining against his jeans and he feels the fabric strain even tighter than it usually is.

You're coating his face in your mess, whining when he sucks your folds into his mouth, your hand fisting at his hair.

"Shit, keep doing tha—" Your hips lift just a bit and Rex groans under his breath, forcing you closer and his words are slurred as he speaks.

"Fucking sit." He breathes out. "Lemme show you how sorry I am."

He pushes his tongue past your puffy lips, the intrusion makes you buck, toes curling in your socks and you shiver. It's a sensation that makes your body buzz, electricity crackling just behind your skin and Rex is content.

So, so very content.

The warmth of your plush thighs on either side of his head, you're sitting on his face and riding his nose like it'll earn you a prize. His hands grip your fleshy thighs, and he's trying to touch everything, palming the fatty mounds of your ass when he circles your clit.

The messy and whiny mewls leave your glossy lips, your head lolling and your brows bunching into the cutest little face he's ever seen. Especially with the way your pretty lips part and your thighs shake.

"Fuck, Rex, I'm—"

"Shhh, just give it to me." He tuts you.

And your body convulses, nails scraping along his scalp while your other hand grips for dear life, a whimper slipping from your lips and you nearly shriek when he keeps sucking on your clit, teasing the sensitive bud before lapping at your cunt. Savouring the taste of you before dragging his tongue up, all the way up to your swollen clit.

Rex has you on your back quicker than you can blink, your thighs spread and his calloused thumbs part your plush and glossy lips, watching the way your cunt flutters and he stares at you.

Watching you eagerly.

One hand reaches over his shoulder, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and he pulls it over his head, tossing it aside and he's even more glorious.

Sculpted pecs, razor sharp abs and golden skin. Dog tags hang just below his clavicle, catching the low light of your bedroom.

And his tongue drags over his teeth, his, canine poking into the wet muscle and you watch through half-lidded eyes as his hand unbuckles his belt while the other reaches into his back pocket.

Pulling out a condom and he bites down onto the ribbed foil edge while he discards his jeans and briefs.

"Do you just keep— like, carrying condoms with you?" You question, your chest heaving as you watch him, and your heart clenches at the way his grin widens, as he rips the condom with his teeth.

"Nah." He hums. "Only when I think I'll get lucky."

You watch the way he slides the condom onto his length, pinching the latex at the tip before his hands move to your thighs, calloused thumbs pressing circles into the flesh.

"And you thought you were gonna get lucky?" You cock a brow.

"I knew I was gonna get lucky." He abruptly tugs you closer to him, your thighs strewn lazily across his and he leans forward, veiny hand wrapping around his thick base. Watching the way your belly dips inward when he taps his latex-coated tip against your sloppy folds and he nudges himself at your entrance.

Pressing a kiss against the curve of your jaw as he pushes into you.

"Real fucking lucky."

You feel the way your breath leaves your lungs, your saliva pooling in the back of your throat, gummy walls fluttering around him. Your belly caves, it feels like your stomach touches your spine and he sighs when he feels the way your fingers rake through his hair.

Nails scraping against his scalp before he lifts himself up, hands moving to cradle your hips, palming the fat there with an adoring expression.

Before he swallows.

"Spread that pretty pussy." He coos sweetly, and the huskiness of his voice does something to your self respect.

It makes it disappear.

And your fingers are spreading your pussy, sensitive and glossy tissue exposed to the slight chill in your room and Rex spits onto your clit, his eyes on yours and he makes a sound in the back of his throat when he sees the way your brows twitch. Your cunt clenching just a bit more.

"How many inches are you taking, baby?" He breathes out, hand moving to rest on your waist instead, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his palms.

And you shudder. "Five..."

Rex's expression falls. And his eyes narrow, emerald gaze hardening and you watch the way his tongue pokes at his cheek, the slight bump visible.

"You think you're real fucking funny, huh?" He huffs, grabbing two of your pillows and he wedges them beneath your ass, manhandling you like it's his job.

"Yeah, I'm funn— holy f-f-fuck...—!" The wind's knocked out of you when Rex begins to pummel into that gooey spot that he found with damn near godly ease.

Your hands are pushing at his lower belly, nails leaving streaks down the tawny skin, pulled taut over sculpted abs and you're whining. Writing and trying to get him to slow down.

Because it's just too deep.

Too much.

And your brain fizzles with an idea to at least score yourself a few seconds to gather your pearls.

And you poke him in the belly button.

And Rex pulls out, brows knitted into a glare as he stares at you. Bewildered, hands moving to protect his navel and he just stares.

His brain short-circuiting and you let out a breath.

"What the actual fuck was that?" He can't even laugh as he stares at you.

"It was too much." You breathe out, winded and you lift yourself, resting back on your elbows as you stare at Rex, eyes narrowed and your body far too overheated for just a few thrusts.

And Rex's brows raise.

"Oh... Shit, you haven't been fucking?" And he blows out a breath, resting his palm on your mound and you feel the way your airways constrict when his thumb nestles between your folds. Sweet circles pressing onto your clit and you swallow.

"No, I've been busy." You hiss back, lashes fluttering and your head tips back, lips parting. And Rex coos.

"It's okay, baby." He sighs, carding his free hand through his hair, before gently pushing your thighs further apart.

"You just couldn't find someone to replicate my stroke game."

And you huff when you feel him slowly push his cock into you, guiding your leg onto his shoulder and he kisses the arch of your foot. Sweet and so, so reverent in his actions.

"Mhm." You hum. "I couldn't find someone to disappoint me the way you did."

"Don't make me choke you with this condom." Rex scowls, before pushing into you, brows knitting at the way your cunt squeezes at him, the lewd squelch makes his heart pound, and the annoyance at your biting remarks melts into nothingness when your hand rests on the nape of his neck.

And he swallows, guiding your other leg to his shoulder and Rex has you folded in half.

One veiny hand grasping the headboard, the other keeping your hips anchored to the bed as he slowly pulls out. Inch by inch leaving you until only his tip remains in your spasming cunt, and Rex sighs, pushing back into you.

"S'it good?" He questions you quietly. "No pain?"

"No pain." You nod.

And then he begins fucking you into the mattress.

The backs of your knees remain caught in the crooks of his elbows, warm hands gripping your hips and pressing you into the soft, puffy sheets, his hips smacking against yours in a way that's brutally unforgiving.

You watch through hazy eyes, nails digging into his bulging biceps, gaze flickering between his ecstasy-ridden face and where he's splitting you in half.

"Yeah," Rex groans softly, "keep watching."

He pants out a moan, head lolling and you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs.

"Watch me bust this pretty pussy open."

And he spits down your clit, the warm saliva making your belly clench as the glob trickles down your sloppy folds.

And Rex grins, his jaw clenching and he bites down on his bottom lip, watching with lovey-dovey eyes as your hand finds its way between your thighs, fingers sloppily teasing your clit. And he breathes out a laugh, chest heaving and dog tags bouncing off his toned chest.

"DJ Bean-Flick's in the booth, huh?" He snorts, the sound of his laughter echoes in the quiet of your room, turning into a whine when he feels the rhythmic spasms of your cunt. Milking him while your legs shake, your orgasm ripping through you like some kind of tidal wave.

Pussy gushing around him, glistening in the dim light and he groans, pulling out of you and he manhandles you.

Aggressively, roughly forcing you to sit up and he rests back against your headboard, lounging, and he pulls you onto him, guiding you to straddle him. And he watches the way you sink down onto him, inches disappearing into you and he moans at the sight.

Your hands move to rest on his broad chest, your hips lifting slowly, before you slam back down, and Rex tuts you.

"Lean back, baby." He huffs. "And on your feet."

And you groan, following his instructions with petulance.

"You sound like an expert." You breathe out. "You have a —hah— confession, Rex?"

And he snorts, hands move to grasp the headboard, you watch the way his biceps flex and he snickers.

"Why would you wanna hurt your feelings like that?"

Your face falls and your eyes narrow, arms moving to cross over your chest, lips pressing into a thin line.

"This is your audition back into my life, by the way." You frown at him. "Just in case you didn't know."

And Rex grins, a laugh slipping past his perfect lips and he rocks his hips up into you, the action so abrupt that your hands immediately move to his chest to support yourself.

"That's what you get when you try to start shit with me." Rex brags. "You mess with the bull, you get the horns. You taught me that."

You scoff. "Well, I taught you wrong. It's, 'you mess with the bull, you get covered in bullshit'."

There's a silence between you and Rex stares up at you.

"Please don't shit on me. I know I've got a strong stomach but—"

"I won't shit on you." Your laughter bubbles so easily from you, lips curling and your cheeks flushing deeper. Your dainty hands splay on his chest, your hips rolling against his, face hovering just above his and you let out a wistful sigh.

"I can't do it on command anyway." You add and Rex laughs. Loudly.

Dimples deep in his honeyed cheeks, hands gripping the headboard tighter because your hips keep rolling against him in that was that has him pressing against the plug of your womb, and you have the nerve to make him laugh too.

"There's something fucking wrong with you." He breathes out, before his arms move to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his torso and Rex's feet find purchase on your bed, his lips pressing against your pulse.

Before trailing lower and lower, until he finds the neckline of your shirt and he huffs.

"Take this shit off."

There's something so lovely about watching the way the muscles in your arms move as you pull your shirt overhead, and his eyes catch on a pretty pendant.

Not the one you've been wearing so boldly, no, one you've kept hidden so neatly underneath your clothing.

A pretty, cursive 'R' that dangles lower than your other necklace, and Rex's gaze flicks up to yours, his throat tightening and his belly blazing with warmth and a feeling that might make him come faster if he acknowledges it for too long.

"You still wear this?" Rex hums softly, bringing up a hand to brush his thumb over the letter.

And you purse your lips, "Fuck you."

"I didn't even do shit." He snorts before pressing a kiss over your collarbone, nipping at the skin before he hums.

"Grab the headboard."

Rex doesn't wait for you to have a steady grip before he's fucking up into you, bruising your cervix and grinding your swollen clit against his gingery happy trail.

Lips wrapping around one of your pert nipples, hot and wet muscle dragging against the nub and your brain turns to mush.

Coherence and any thought of self-respect leaking out of your mouth in broken moans and a cacophony of mewls as you're kept in place. Unable to do anything but take everything Rex gives you, taking every thrust, every suck and every 'fuck' that's breathed against your skin in a steamy puff.

And Rex swallows hard.

Teeth tugging on your other nipple, and he just loves the way you look.

Fucked out, your tongue lolling and your eyes finding permanent residence staring at your brain with the way they're rolling back and Rex feels his orgasm approaching faster than ever.

The burn just below his navel, the tightening of heavy balls and he whines.

"Fuck, m'gonna nut—"

He pants, like a dog, burying his face in your neck once he's deemed your nipples swollen enough and his teeth sinks into your shoulder. You feel so good.

He can feel every ridge of your gummy walls, he can feel the way your slick cunt milks and spasms around him like it's got a personal vendetta against him.

And Rex ruts into you.

Chasing that elusive dragon of an orgasm, the warmth of your body seems so much more intense than it did at first and Rex's heart pounds.

And when he feels that dam burst, his hands are bracketing your hips and he's lifting you off him, pearly cum spraying across your cunt, a shredded condom around his shaft and you're whining at the warmth.

Hips twitching and your face pressed into the curve of Rex's neck, inhaling that smoky musk, your brain a puddle.

"D—did the condom break...?" You sigh, and he nods, swallowing audibly.

"At least now I know I can't use two year old condoms." Rex sighs, lowering you back down onto his body, his still-hard cock resting in the crease of your ass and it takes you a while to register his words.

Your head raises and your eyes narrow.

"Was that condom expired?"

"Pfft. No." Rex huffs. "It expires next month."

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warning: horny

Rex can and will start talking to your pussy like it’s a separate person, and he'll completely believe his delusions too.

“Aww. You missed me, haven’t you?” He grins when he sees it flutter at the light attention, “Hah! Don’t worry, daddy’s here to give you some love.” 

He pulls you closer by your rear, his nose pressed to your cunt, just how he likes it. He takes a greedy inhale of your scent and grips the fat of your ass. Then, without warning, he gives your entrance a wet mwah! 

You shiver, then prop your thighs on top of his shoulders, trying your best to relax. You lean back slightly, “Rex,” You groan, “Don’t start right now. I’ve had a hard week–” 

He cuts you off when he darts his tongue out and licks a long stripe between your folds. You moan, and he continues to taste you. 

“Heh. I know. Just relax, baby.” 

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[toxicrelief]

Crawling Back to You

Chapter twenty-two

Synopsis: Your sense of identity is becoming harder and harder to define, and you aren't sure what that means for whatever is blossoming between you and Rex. Other opportunities are also making themselves known to you.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Chapter: 22/?

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TW: None Except for being a subpar chapter, sorry 💔

Note: This took me forever to write I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy and the last chapter I didn’t much care for, so my motivation tanked. Next chapter is going to be 😛 Read the end note for a fun update!

A hand encircled your upper arm, effectively dragging you away from your longways exchange with Rex.

“Mune?” You let her drag you a few feet, glancing back to where you had seen Rex, only to have lost sight of him through the exiting groups of people.

“Yes Darling, that is my name.” She continues to pull you until you dig your heels in, effectively putting you both to a stop.

“Mune, what is this?” You pull your arm away, rubbing where her hand had dug tightly into you. Her hair was let down loosely, a stark contrast from the eccentric updo she had peacocked the night before.

Eyes bright, she gave you a somewhat coy smile, stepping back to fold her arms across her chest. “I want to hire you.”

You snorted, then when her expression didn’t falter you felt your shoulders drop a few inches. “You want to hire me?” After repeating it back dumbly, Mune just nodded.

“I was very impressed with how you dealt with the situation,” She made air quotes at the end of her words, “I could use someone like you on the team. Just picture it;” Holding her hands up, she spreads them out in front of her, setting an imaginary scene. “Some random guy with a vendetta steps foot on the grounds, and in an instant, he can’t walk. Frozen in space.” She drops her hands, stepping over next to you, then intertwining her arm with yours to continue walking. “Threats that take Lance hours of preparation to neutralize you could have finished with the raising of a single digit.”

“Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration-” You stutter, trying to manage a laugh but it couldn’t seem to push past your throat.

“I watched back over the security tapes last night, how quickly you were able to pull off the act that he was about to faint, it was seamless.”

“Uh-”

“It’s a shame you can’t seem to manage covering your tracks like that with everyone. I heard you told the crew that he ‘must have gotten over excited’, cute. But you’ll have to work on that. Discretion is extremely important-” You’re both crossing over the threshold of the house now, in through a different door than the rest so that you’re speaking privately.

“I think we’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves, I haven’t even said yes.” You stop, letting her arm trail over yours as she leaves you standing a few feet behind her. Her face softened, and she folded her hands over her stomach, tapping both thumbs together.

“My dear Merlin. I do not mean to overwhelm you, I just think we could do well together.” She tilts her head and squints slightly, clearly debating over if she should say whatever popped into her head. “You remind me a lot of someone I knew a long time ago, and she didn’t know for a long time that she could leave.”

“Leave?” You blinked, shrugging your shoulders.

“Just because you are somewhere that you maybe dreamed of being, doesn’t mean you have to stay if you’re not happy.”

“Why do you think I’m not happy?”

Mune didn’t immediately respond, her eyes trailing over you as if she were looking at someone else, someone she hasn’t been able to see for years. A long-lost friend, or a past. “Cecil informed me about the rising suspicions in the team about your abilities-”

“What is going on between you two? Cecil is one of the most secretive people I know and yet somehow you seem to know, well, everything.” The words come out more accusatory than expected, but she doesn’t falter.

“Cecil and I…Well at this point we’re past the need for secrets. If it concerns me, he tells me. And this concerns me.”

“Does he know you’re trying to undermine him?” Again, unnecessary bristling. You weren’t sure why you were getting so defensive. If you thought about it a little it actually didn’t sound like too bad of an idea. The Guardians for the most part disliked you, no one either trusted or knew the extent of your powers. And here was someone who did. Mune not only believed in you, but she wanted you. She saw you, and she wasn’t scared, or unsure. She was offering you a semblance of fulfillment. So why were you feeling like she was trying to pull the rug out from underneath you?

“Undermine is one way to put it.” She chuckled, her voice soft. “He knows I’ll try to steal you away, yes. Cecil is a lot of things, but an idiot isn’t usually one of them.” A worker entered through one of the doors at the other end of the vast room, stopping shortly. Mune turned back and gave her a nod, with that the worker left as quickly as they came. “Listen, Merlin,” She uttered your name after the nickname, “This is not something I expect you to decide on today, or tomorrow. But the opportunity will always be open to you. Alright?” Her lips pursed together in a genuine smile, and she held her arm out again for you to take. After a moment’s hesitation you complied, stepping in toe with her once again.

A job…

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And just like that, you were headed back to the headquarters. Familiar mahogany plating, and white seating. Bulletproof was sitting across the aisle from you, sleeping once again. Rex was sitting in the seat in front of him, head turned to look out the window. He had been eerily quiet the past hour or so. Even when Zandale had tried to complain about needing a weekend, he had just hummed in response, not even looking over at you. You remembered hearing that he was in a sour mood from Bulletproof, but after your brief exchange earlier you thought maybe he was feeling better. Settling your gaze out on the blue horizon you replayed leaving.

Once the last guest had been corralled out by Gareth (very drunk and slurring about how they had seen Rex somewhere before), you had headed upstairs to grab your things. Zandale passed you, heading downwards while you were heading upwards.

“He’s up there.”

Your steps halted. “Okay?”

“Just saying.” He trudged down a few more steps before deciding the coast was clear enough to drift down the remaining about a foot in the air.

The first place you were going when you got back would be Rae’s room. You’d choke her out or- something, this was getting beyond tiring. But on the bright side, it helped you to feel less insane. Even though you and Rex kissed, you were finding it hard to wrap your head around the fact that he might have a real interest in you, after everything.

“You just can’t stay away for long, can you?” His voice sounded as soon as you crossed the entrance point of the bedroom. Shoving a few things in his suitcase he settled at the edge of the bed, placing his hands on his knees.

“That doesn’t even- I haven’t seen you since last night, well, basically since last night.” You gave him an incredulous look, which faded a few degrees as a smile fought to spread across your features.

“Oooh, so you do remember?” Rex had that familiar cocky smirk on his face, but it didn’t feel the same. You tilted your head, and he sucked on his teeth, wincing slightly. He’s nervous.

“I have no idea what you’re referring to.” You stepped past him, grabbing your bags in the corner, opening them to make sure all the contents were there.

“Wait, really?”

You sighed, a smile rippling across your face as you heard the bed creak from the loss of his weight. Turning, you’re met with him. He’s walked up behind you, and seems a little startled by your movement, but doesn’t say anything. “Yes?” You crane your neck to look up at him, taking a special note of how he has undone the top few buttons of his brunch suit. It had been accompanied by a bowtie, or it was supposed to. But judging by how he couldn’t assemble his tie yesterday, you figured he had just tossed the bowtie to the side this morning.

“I thought you said- well, I thought we’d talk.” It’s said with a boyishness that you didn’t think he was capable of. His hand had extended upwards to rub the back of his neck, only working to accent his sheepish look.

It made your stomach twist, but not only because he looked good, but because you had brought him to this point. It felt unreal. A few months and a bullet to the head and now his gaze that had been riddled with disgust and distrust had been replaced by blown pupils and a nervous tick. Cecil really should have rerun the brain scans, you had definitely broken something when healing him.

“We will. But-” You lower your voice a few octaves. “I’m pretty sure Gareth is outside the door waiting to kick us out, so I’m not sure now is the best time to unravel all of…well this.” You make a circular motion pointed at Rex.

“Why are you saying that like I’m the only thing involved? Why didn’t you gesture towards yourself-?”

“Oh, I have this by the way,” You cut him off, leaning back to grab a heap of fabric off the top of your bags. “It’s probably a little wrinkled, I completely forgot about it until I- well you know, uh, thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“I don’t care about the jacket, Joy, I-”

“It looked good on you. You should wear suits more often.” You extended the coat towards him, holding it out as still as you could. You weren’t sure why now it was all dawning in you, but it was. The sheer weight of the actions you had both taken and what they could mean. You could no longer deny that he felt anything at all, the residual flutterings of his hands in your hair told you perfectly well that he felt the tension at the very least. But did he view it the same way you did? Misery had practically shrouded every interaction you had with him even after starting to like him. You sought him out anyway, visited him at the hospital, analyzed his hands for far too long, and ignored the subtle tinges of jealousy pricking your insides as he mentioned Eve in passing stories. It was miserable having to watch him, and see him, not just at the hospital but in your dreams. You wanted him near you, for whatever reason now. But how could you really move forward with him in any meaningful way?

His mouth parted gently, shifting his weight from leg to leg, while his expression only conveyed uncertainty. This was real, and it scared you. No, it terrified you. You weren’t making snarky comments to another asshole on the team, you were talking to Rex Sloane. But for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to discuss it yet. You can’t make it real, because if it’s real-

You are a piece of shit.   

How long can you really keep it all hidden? The lies on top of lies, not just to the Guardians, but to him. To the man you wanted nothing more than to grab by the shirt collar and bring him down to your level. He had come so far so quickly, even if he still had a way to go in certain aspects. There was true development happening and you could see it. Sure, you had gone through your own metamorphosis. But how much can you really compare the betterment and reach of your powers, versus the complete shift of how someone treats everyone around them?

You were becoming a good Guardian. You deserved the place you had; it was owed to you now. Rex was becoming a good person, and because of that, he was beginning to deserve more. More than the Guardians, and as much as you hated to admit it, he now might be deserving of better than you, too. Ironic how that kind of thing ends up working out.

“We should-” You start, squeezing the handle of one of your bags. Can you really outrun this now that it’s happened?

Do you really want to outrun it?

“Yeah…” He tongued the inside of his cheek, staring you down for a few moments more, before he turned swiftly. Grabbing his bags he heads to the door beside you, opening it so that you can go first.

For Pete’s sake.

--

“Please, come back any time.” Mune wished you all goodbye, after telling you more than once that you would all be properly compensated for your efforts. Not that you had much time to use the money you were earning. Her attention latched onto Rex, you could feel him stiffen next to you, and for some reason, you moved your hand so that your pinkie was brushing his. It had to be some form of narcissism to think that such a small, probably unwelcome, gesture would do anything. And it had to be even worse, since you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say to him, what was really going on between the two of you. “It was good to see you, Mr. Sloane.”

“Mune.” He nodded in a rigid fashion. If you had been looking at him, you would have seen how his eyes kept dropping to the side, sneaking glances at you in the least subtle way. His hand moved unnoticeably to brush just that much more against yours.

“Mr. Randolph.”

“Ma’am.” He nodded as well, already grabbing the handles of his bags.

“Merlin.” She moved to stand in front of you, expression instantly brightening.

“Mune.” You echoed, with a small smile of your own.

“Don’t forget about me over here, okay? And think about the opportunity. I’d love to have you on my crew.” She lowered her voice only a few octaves. Zandale, who was busying himself with leaving entirely missed it. Rex, who was standing directly next to you, unmoving, did not miss it.

“I won’t.” You affirm, with a small bow, which Mune was very amused by.

“What was that?” His voice was rough, almost accusatory, and a glance over at him only confirmed it.

“I think she likes me.” With a small wave to Mune who was now down the long hallway, you whispered your response, trying to hide your giddiness at the seemingly rare occurrence.

“Part of her crew?” The accusatory tone disappeared as quickly as it had revealed itself. Now replaced by the most level inflection you’d ever heard from him.

“Uh, yeah, she offered me a job.” You smiled at a few of the workers as you passed them on the way towards the plane, trying to walk as evenly as possible on the grass.

“And you’re going to take it?”

“No! I mean…no, right? I’ve spent so much time with the Guardians trying to earn my place; I can’t just go now.” Your eyes stayed focused on the ground before you. Both because you didn’t want to trip, but also because you weren’t sure you could bear to look at Rex at this very moment.

“Why not?” He sounds surprisingly genuine, life returning to his voice somewhat. “Do you think this would be more rewarding- or some shit, I don’t know. That just sounds like something someone smarter would say.”

You glance over at him and he’s looking ahead as well, squinting against the harsh rays of the sun resting in a cloudless sky. “I guess I’ll have to think about it.”

“It seems like a pretty sweet gig to me, but maybe I’m just focused on the fact there’s like 5 different kitchens.” He sneaks a glance back at you with a smile.

“I didn’t take the number of kitchens into account when considering, surprisingly enough. Guess I have a lot to ponder.” You chuckle but the feeling can’t seem to reach past your vocal cords. What did you want?

--

The flight passed incredibly slowly. Rex didn’t look back once, and Zandale somehow managed to sleep the entire time. Even though you were still exhausted from the night before you couldn’t manage to fall asleep. Your eyes always managed to end up directed towards where Rex was sitting. He was probably upset you hadn’t talked with him about what happened.

He seemed so temperamental recently, a moody teenager. You glanced back out the window, thinking back. Now that you were really considering it, he had been emotionally all over the place since you first left for the gala. Involving you in his argument with Bulletproof, then pointedly ignoring you once Bulletproof was asleep. Helping you with your dress, and dancing with you, admitting he wished you’d asked him to join, then not letting you heal him, giving you the silent treatment- A sigh forced itself from your lungs. You had been all over the place too though, too agitated, jumping into arguments. Where had your patience gone? You felt old, tired, stretched. You chuckled softly to yourself; you felt a little bit like a moody teenager too.

Have you overthought this? Maybe it wasn’t real. Just the intoxication of close proximity and complicated feelings. And maybe now you were thinking about the way he had raised his leg up to slot better between yours, his mouth moving hungrily over the column of your throat.

Would it really be possible to not talk about it? And, did you really not want to? Your sense of self seemed to fracture more and more every day, but could you so quickly decide that it would be the best for him if it went no further?

When you landed, and the three of you grabbed your things, you caught his eye for one single moment, which he used to make fun of how Zandale was holding his suitcase in a silent gesture. But once you were off the plane he just disappeared. You hadn’t exactly looked for him, but your short stroll through the headquarters on your way to your car was filled with you making unnecessary stops in rooms you definitely didn’t need to pass through.

Settling into the driver’s seat you let out a soft sigh, drumming your fingers over the steering wheel. You needed sleep, you had forgotten to eat anything at the brunch since you arrived so late, so you needed food too. More than both of those things, you needed to figure this out with someone who would hopefully be honest with you.

--

“I don’t see how this is all an issue.” Rae is sitting at the edge of her bed, using an elastic band to stretch muscles in her legs. Physical therapy was helping her to prepare herself to leave the hospital, but she still had a long way to go before she was field ready again.

You spun in the guest chair you were sitting in, muttering quietly to yourself. You had spilled as much as you could about the night and your doubts without telling the whole truth. How could you say, ‘I’m nervous to go any further because I’m lying to him, and to you, and everyone on the Guardians, and I don’t want it to bite me in the ass’, in the least incriminating way possible?

“I just- well what do you think I should do?”

“Go make out with him again?”

“Okay, you’re lucky I even told you about that after the shit you pulled.”

“That shit I pulled worked though at least.” She gave you a wink, switching the band to her other leg.

“Rae, be serious. How high are the possibilities this will work out or- or even be worth it?” You run both hands through your hair, staring off past her.

“Why wouldn’t it be worth it? If you guys break up, then you at least won’t be able to regret never trying.”

“Break up?” You practically squeaked. “I don’t even know if this means he wants to be with me or-”

“Ugh, this is so high school. Just ask him to prom, I’m sure he’ll say yes.”

You shot her a glare, scooting up higher in the chair. “We practically were just at prom.” You muttered, thinking about the ridiculous way his tie matched your dress.

“So, once again, what’s the issue?” Rae rolled her shoulder before continuing. “Listen. Rex is the type of guy to think you’ve been dating way longer than you really have. I heard that from Kate at least-”

“Kate-?”

“Chances are, he might already think you guys are something right now as it is.”

“You don’t really think that do you?” You practically felt your heart sink to the depths of your stomach.

“Well, he’s a little different now, I guess.” Rae tried to reason, noticing the horrified look on your face. “So maybe that’s not the case. But regardless, he surprisingly reads into things, even if he doesn’t seem like he has the brain capacity.”

You snickered with her and then immediately groaned. “This is such a mess.”

“What’s the real reason you’re so hesitant, hm?” Rae put the elastic down, leaning back on her hands. “There has to be more than, ‘he doesn’t think I’m capable’, and ‘what if I regret this’. There’s something bigger, isn’t there?”

You turn the chair slowly to fully face her. She has her head cocked to the side, finally wearing her glasses after you had dropped by her room at the headquarters to pick up her spare. She had been your one consistent, even when you left the team. You never felt unwelcome near her, and she had even in passing referred to you as her best friend. You’d been so caught up worried about Rex finding out, you hadn’t even considered what she might think. How it might ruin this one good thing you undoubtedly had.

Sitting up and placing your elbows on your knees you tightened your gaze towards her. “I want to tell you.” Soft. You were praying that Cecil wasn’t monitoring this room right now. You’d left your earpiece in the car when you came in, so if he was there was no way for you to hear him warning you.

Rae’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise, like she hadn’t expected you to be genuine to her about this. For you to potentially be honest. It sent a pang of guilt through you. All these secrets. “Then tell me.” She doesn’t rush you, doesn’t let any form of impatience show as she waits for you to find your words.

“Can I trust you?”

“Is this your way of telling me I can’t tell Bulletproof?” She chuckled, but it died away when you didn’t laugh back. “Of course.”

“You can’t tell anyone. Not yet, I need more time.”

“Good lord, how bad can it be?”

You bit the inside of your lip; the moment you told her that was it. You can’t untell her, and you can’t untell the Guardians if she tells them. Cecil would probably keep you around, even if you weren’t a secret anymore, you could still be useful, but the Guardians would shun you. Much more than you already were. “Rex and Rudy were right. Kind of.” You blurt it out, cringing at it spilled past your lips.

Rae’s brows furrowed but she didn’t say anything, so you cautiously continued.

“I am hiding something, about my powers. I don’t just heal.” Your mouth felt dry.

“Okay…What else can you do?”

“I can manipulate blood cells, that’s how I am able to heal. They listen to me.”

“Okay?” It’s not clicking for Rae, a small smile spreading across her face.

“Can I show you?”

“I told you I didn’t want to be healed-”

“I’m not talking about healing you, Rae.”

She pauses, looking you up and down. “Okay, show me.”

You take a deep breath, extending your hand out towards her, and concentrate.

“What are you-?” She stops as her hand moves to grab the elastic band again, gripping it tightly. “Oh.”

You lower your own hand, and she continues for a bit to stare at her limb that just acted without her expressed will.

“So-”

“Yeah.” You interrupted, adrenaline at what you’d revealed catching up to you quickly.

“That’s…different.” She looked back over at you. “Why keep it a secret?” You can’t read her expression, unable to tell what she’s thinking you continue.

“It wasn’t my idea initially. Cecil thought it would be good to have in case…well with Chicago-”

“You can do that to Invincible?” Her brows tightened again, and you suddenly felt desperate to defend yourself.

“I don’t know for sure.” You admitted softly. “But maybe.”

“Do you know what this means-?” She says your name at the end of her statement, scooting forward a few inches more.

You shrugged, now not sure where she was going with this.

“You have that fainting shit when you overextend yourself right?”

“Yeah…?”

“I’m guessing doing what you just did consumes more energy than healing?”

“Yeah, a lot more.”

“You’ve been using it in battles, pretending you were just hitting people?”

“Wow, you’re really putting this all together fast-”

“Killdeer, if you build up your tolerance, you’ll be, well you’ll be really powerful.” Rae frowns, looking you up and down again.

“Well, my tolerance isn’t that high yet.” You tried to joke, thinking she was uncomfortable being near you now.

“No, listen.” She holds a hand up to quiet you. “This is dangerous. You need to make sure you’re listening to the right people. You can level governments with this type of power.”

“I think that’s a little dramatic.” You scoffed.

Rae continued over you. “If you’re the backup for Invincible, what’s the backup for you?”

You closed your mouth. This wasn’t something that had been entirely lost on you, but you’d never turn against Cecil or the Guardians. How much did it really matter? “I…I don’t know.”

Rae shifted. “I can see now why you’re nervous about Rex. But I’d be more nervous about Cecil.”

“Cecil?” You snorted. “Why would I worry about him if I’m not one of the bad guys?”

“I’d just be careful.” Rae reiterated, glancing off to the side. A few tense seconds passed before she turned back to you with a coy smile. “Does this mean you can give someone a boner at will?”

You sighed out the majority of your tensions, sliding further down the back of the chair. “I’m never visiting you again.”

“I have dirt on you now, you have no choice but to visit.”

--

I’m trying to be better.

The thought rang bitterly through Rex’s head as he stared out the airplane window. Small shivers travelled down his spine; he could practically feel her glances every few minutes. He wouldn’t look back. He couldn’t. There was too much to consider.

She had avoided talking about last night, which he was sure meant she wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. He knew it was too much too fast. She hadn’t wanted it, and like a dick, he couldn’t stop himself. Now she was going to leave.

Months spent tirelessly working with Rudy to try and piece together why she had to go. And then it had finally worked, and he had gone to her door, begging her to come back. Now she had another opportunity, and he couldn’t let himself do that again. He had to be better. Less selfish. He had been selfish his whole goddamn life. He wanted better than that for her.

If she wanted to work for Mune and have nothing to do with him, then he wasn’t going to make her feel bad about it.

But fuck if it didn’t fucking hurt.

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Chapter twenty-three

[grimmsbride]

✶ ℘ EASY GOING DOWN ╲ rex sloan.

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ summary rex was trying to be better, to a new and improved man and superhero. slowly growing himself, the man turns to you in hopes of learning one, very important thing; how to get better at oral sex..

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ tags rex is ooc (i’ve never written for him before) | oral sex | past mentions of rex being a selfish lover/person | eve mention (love her) | porn with no plot | porn with complicated feelings | fingering | pet names (mama, baby) | again rex is ooc i’m sorry 😭 | uhh that’s it

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ notes i asked for requests and then literally went on vacation i’m sorry 😭😭, i’m slowly trying to get through them (though this wasn’t a request just something i wanted to write) so please bare with me and thank you for your patience. as always please excuse any mistakes, and pls enjoy

“Rex, are you fucking serious?”

“Can you give me a minute to warm u—“

“Warm up?!” You huffed loudly, quickly sitting up from your laying position. Your eyes bore into the man between your legs, spotting the way he so stupidly sat there with his tongue partially past his lips, eyebrows furrowed a little in annoyance.

The situation was odd in the simplest terms, weird at worst. Currently you found yourself in nothing but a tshirt, completely bare from the waist down whilst your close friend Rex Splode was at his knees towards the edge of the bed, attempting to eat you out.

It was no secret Rex was selfish at times; a dickhead, cheater, just a boundless amount of certain emotions wrapped into one. But luckily, he was trying to change, trying to outgrow the old Rex Sloan into a person worth being around.

And well, one of those steps was learning how to be.. less selfish during sex.

That’s where you came in. Given the two of you were pretty close — and pretty platonic, up until this point — Rex was able to come to you about his personal dilemma, practically begging to practice on you with the promise of buying you whatever you wanted; no matter the price.

It took a moment for you to give in, but something about that pretty face screwed up into a begging pout was enough. And it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Except, the man has done nothing spectacular since he started. He avoided your clit like the plague, did nothing special with his tongue, and nearly bruised your walls with the unnecessary speed of his fingers.

You flopped back onto your bed, groaning softly. “Warm up..” You repeated in soft disbelief, leaning to rest your cheek against the blankets.

“— no wonder Eve dropped your sorry a— OW!”

You shot up once again, glaring daggers at the man, “You did not just fucking bite my thigh.”

“Serves you right.” Rex grumbled, though rubbing his thumb across the bite mark as if to soothe you. He leaned his cheek against your opposite thigh, eyes trailing to focus on your face.

“Just tell me what to do. That was the entire point of me coming to you.”

Your gaze trailed back to the man, silent for a few moments before releasing a little sigh. You shouldn’t be too hard on him, despite how silly the situation seemed, this was Rex’s odd way of being better. In his own, little, very odd way.

“Well first..” You begun, adjusting your hips to catch his attention. Your legs slid open a little wider, gliding your fingers across your thighs. “Don’t immediately jump to fingers, use your tongue— you’re supposed to warm the girl up.”

Rex was quick to obey your instructions, hands finding your thighs whilst leaning closer. His tongue slowly slid out from his mouth, gliding across your folds, the tip parting them to drag against your little bud. The act was experimental, Rex clearly taking your words to heart; something you found quite cute in the moment.

Resident douche bag Rex Sloan sitting here so patiently and sweetly, eyes on you and eyebrows lifted as he awaited your next request.

Your hand rose, finding a strand from his loose bun, curling it around your finger.

“Keep doing that, focus on my clit too..” Your voice trailed the moment he gave you another lick, dragging the fat of his tongue along your slick cunt. Soft squelches begun to rise in the air as he continued, his shallow breathing fanning against you with each moment that passed.

Unlike before, Rex didn’t rush, throughly taking his time in pleasuring your body. The complete 180 had you reacting much more positively then before, sinking into the bed as the pleasure bloomed from little sparks to strikes down your spine the moment his lips wrapped around your clit.

You couldn’t help the way your thighs jolted, threatening to squeeze his head into place. Large hands spread along your warm skin, carefully taking your thighs into his palms and keeping them steady and wide.

“Shiiiit...” Your voice dragged, taking your shirt in your hands for a gentle grip. Gentle was his lips and tongue, circulating your little bud swollen, sucking even softer— your arousal pooled from within down to your taint.

A growing mess that Rex was slowly getting proud of.

His eyes dragged up your body to your face, noticing the way your eyelids rested low on your eyes, lips parted as a mix of soft breathing and quiet moans escaped. Rex’s hand adjusted, allowing his thumb to rub little circles along your labia, slowly removing his lips from your swollen button with a soft pop.

“Looks like I’m actually doing something right, huh?”

It was just like him to tease you at a time like this, lips slick with your mess and his saliva curled into the most devious little smile.

Your eyebrows pushed close, mouth opening a little wider to tell him off, only for the man to lean back down to your clit, returning to his previous ministrations.

“What’s the next step, baby?”

The words were muttered right into your wetness, eyes completely focused on your face and awaiting your command.

Your stomach was clenching into knots, hand moving over to his hair to hold instead of your own shirt.

“Just… ke—keep doing that..” You whined loudly the moment his teeth ever so gently dragged across your clit, a swear escaping you in the process.

His confidence was thriving at this point, and something else as well…. Rex Sloan didn’t put much thought into coming to you, none at all, actually. In his mind, it was nothing more than a friend teaching another how to beat a level to a game.

Nothing more right?

Except, here Rex was with his mouth right on your pretty cunt, feeling his dick twitch with every moan that escaped you. And it sure didn’t help every so often the sweetest Rex, would escape your throat; soft, as if you didn’t want him to hear at all.

That simple conclusion caused just a pinch of annoyance.

A hand of Rex’s moved, two fingers being dragged against your wet slit for a couple seconds before they slowly pushed into your fluttering hole. The man watched you carefully, watching as your eyes shut, a groan escaping your throat.

And with a single curl of his fingers, Rex was getting exactly what he wants.

“Rex, fuck!” You cried out, quick whines soon following. Your legs shook and twitched, you were trying so desperately not to crush his head but as he started to thrust his fingers; pushing at your velvety walls in slick squelches, your will was draining slowly.

You slowly sat up, leaning onto your hands and glancing down at the man with glossy eyes.

“Y—you’re good now.. you do—“ Your teeth dragged across your bottom lip, attempting to shake off the pleasure to get through your sentence. The man wasn’t even focused on you, his fingers and mouth continuing to ruin you utterly and completely. You rested on a single hand, reaching down with the other to uselessly push at his forehead.

“— don’t.. have to finish. Fu—fuck, Rex!”

The pads of his fingers were striking that little spongy spot with each thrust, thick appendages scissoring inside, rubbing against your walls so deliciously you were seeing the back of your skull and stars in one fell swoop. Your words were falling on deaf ears, or rather— ears that couldn’t give that much of damn.

Rex was quick to raise his freehand, pressing it against your stomach and effectively pushing you back to your mattress. You squirmed for a moment before quickly realizing the man didn’t work out for nothing, given he kept you seated completely without even trying.

“C—can’t take.. it, Rex— fuck!”

For the first time in a while Rex was moving away, even if just an inch — bated breath fanning across your cunt — as he released a simple;

“C’mon mama.. let me finish. I can’t half-ass end my lesson without at least getting a grade.”

You wanted to kick him, slap, everything— basically hearing that cocky grin dripping from every word. Instead you could only gasp, feeling him latch his mouth right back to your little button with much more vigor then before, little tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

With both hands you were tugging at his hair, ruining his bun as brown strands tickled your heated skin. Coupled with this, your hips lifted off the bed, driving your pussy right into your face as desperation collected right at the pit of your tummy.

Rex couldn’t help but groan into your wet sex, muttering a soft Fuck my face, [Name] right into you, the vibrations of his words just adding to the already overwhelming pleasure.

You felt that band coming quickly, threatening to pop the longer time went on. And with how hard you were clenching, you knew your end would be intense.

Rex was quick to mutter soft encouragements right into you the moment he noticed how harshly you were clenching, sucking in his fingers so much as if you didn’t wish to let go. The man couldn’t help but grunt the moment the hold on his hair tightened, cock straining at his pants, him wondering if he could come untouched— off your tastes alone.

His name escaped you in one final pleasure filled bellow, coming all over his face and practically locking him into place with your legs. Rex didn’t seem to mind, licking you up, helping you ride out your orgasm perfectly.

Your legs shook from the aftershocks, stomach on fire as you fell back onto your mattress, legs loosening as you breathed. Between soft breaths and strokes of his hair you attempted to calm down, eyes closed and sinking into your mattress.

Only to realize Rex had not stopped once, continuing to lick at your messy cunt, not wasting a single drop of your arousal.

With a loud groan, and much rougher then you intended you were tugging at his hair, lifting him from between your thighs.

“You have to let me catch my breath, Rex!” You huffed out, moving your hips a bit the moment he pulled his fingers out.

Your eyes narrowed at the smile crossing his soaked face, absolutely hating the way he looked downright sexy with messy hair and your essence all over his skin.

“Then hurry up and catch your breath.. I still got a couple of lessons I need help with.”

Your eyes widened, releasing his hair in slight shock as you basically tossed yourself back onto your mattress.

“Five.. minutes.”

[sludgewolf]

How they nap with you - Invincible cast

Characters: Mark Grayson, Samanta Eve, Rex Splode, Shrinking Rae, William Clockwell, Powerplex, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark x reader (separately) Masterlist Invincible Masterlist Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Mark Grayson / Invincible

Mark mostly sleeps on his back with arm holding you close

Recently he started having more restless sleep, moving around a lot, doing small jerky movements with his arms, kicking in his sleep

and even having nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night searching for you

Can't seem to sleep well unless you're by his side

you feel guilty for even getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night just to come back to a sad Mark sitting on your bed waiting for you to return

Samanta Eve / Atom Eve

Due to her powers Eve isn't one that likes to have loads of blankets or pillows as she sleeps

her body is like a mini star from how hot she usually runs

so her preferred sleep position is far from romantic, which is butt to butt

just enough contact to assure each other that you're there but no grabbing unless you want to wake up as if you just ran a marathon

and you also run the risk of her snoring from sleeping in a weird angle

nothing really bad, but if you're awake you might hear it

Rex Splode

Now Rex may've had gone through some major personal growth since his very close brush with death,

but sleeping Rex didn't

sleeps like a starfish smack in the middle of the bed no matter what you do

if you do choose to share a bed tho he will sleep on top of you, arms spread and snoring loud

in the off chance you can wake him back up Rex will practically jump off you apologizing profusely, promising to not do that again

but no matter what, in the morning you still wake up in the same position

and no matter how big the bed is, Rex will still seek you out in his sleep to crush you with his body

Rachel / Shrinking Rae

Rae enjoys sleeping on her side, blankets only over her waist holding you close

She doesn't snore nor move much from that position, once she's asleep she's out

one of the best napping partners tbh

though you do need to get used to her shoving her face in your chest as she sleeps

William Clockwell

William is a true sweetheart, always considerate but brutally honest when needed

that's not him when sleeping

When asleep will is so selfish and he doesn't even realize

he has the horrible habit of hogging all the blankets, leaving you to freeze in your cold dorm room

just to later on kick them all off the bed

once he gets cold again he smushes you against the wall, spooning you like a koala

he just isn't the worst bed mate because his hugs are the best there are

Scott Duvall / Powerplex

Scott used to be an angel in his sleep, didn't move much, no snoring, knew how to share blankets

but since his sister and niece tragic passing it all changed

now Scott is restless, he moves a lot during his sleep, sometimes even waking you up with it

he also sleep talks, which is kinda funny when you can hold a whole conversation with him but not so much when you absolutely need to sleep

Not to mention his frequent nightmares that wake him up in tears, always repeating that day as if torturing him in his sleep

For both of you to have a proper night of sleep you need to hold him still with a death grip to help him calm down

and also to prevent him from accidentally slapping or zapping you

Mohawk Mark

Pushes you off the bed as soon as your guard is down and laughs at your surprised yelp of pain

if anyone even thinks of doing anything similar to you he'll rip their arms off and torture them until they die the slowest most agonizing death he can think of

Sinister Mark

don't

[zeecriter]

Invincible p!links·˚ ༘

WARNING ➤ Pornographic content mdni! The links all have afab/feminine bodies, do not open in public.

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Rexsplode/Rex Sloan

Your thanks to him for helping you move into your new place

Rearranging your gutsss

You teased him all day what did you expect

taking him so well

Invincible/Mark Grayson

The type of videos he sends at 3am when he misses you

Fucking yourself on him when he’s playing cod

In the backseat of your/his car

watching his cum leak out of you is his favourite thing to see

Nerd!Mark eating you out

Omni-man/Nolan Grayson

Teasing your poor cunt :(

Making you squirt all over his fingers

One way to pass time on your way to talescria

He loves shutting you up like this

Atom Eve/Samantha Eve Wilkins

Fingering you on her lap

Bonding with your bsf

Thigh riding

Morning ✂️

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ NOTE ➤ I love this comic/show sm and I’m pretty sure I’m the first person to make p links of invincible :p also this is my first post ever so please send requests!

[spidernuggets]

Just a thought....

Yeah, Rex is a horny asshole and stuff......... but i just KNOWWWWW he knows how to appreciate pussy, pre and post lobotomy. He will DEVOUR your pussy like he hasn't eaten in years. He'll even go as far as making you sit on his face and gripping your hips so you don't try to lift yourself up. If he suffocates, he'll die a happy man.

BUT even as a horny fucker, I firmly believe he can't take head without whining. Like, all that foreplay and teasing and shit? He'll start complaining and whining if you don't start fully sucking him off. And even when you do, that motherfucking is squirming, like his thick thighs are squishing your face in between, he can't take it.

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · ALL YOUR PERVERSIONS · : ˚ ✦

pairing ☆ mark grayson x fem!reader x rex splode

word count ☆ 6.5K

summary ☆ you and your boyfriend are plotting to get mark to join you for one night

warnings ☆ mdni, threesome, flirting, pet names, subby!mark, making out, oral (f! and m! receiveing), cowgirl, handjob, aftercare

a/n ☆ this was so good in the beginning and i enjoyed so so much writing all the tension between them, but the moment they start to fuck everything is so messy and bad, i apologize i don't have many threesomes (sadly)

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Your room at the Guardians’ headquarters felt more like Rex’s than yours. His clothes were in your closet, polaroids of him pinned to your corkboard, and a half-empty bottle of his hair gel sat in the bathroom you’d stopped moving it out of the way. Even the mug you used every morning for coffee was one he had brought over, with a hideous cartoon of a muscular guy and a cheap gym slogan printed on it.

Of course, Rex was there too, stretched out on top of you, lying between your legs with his head on your chest and his hair a mess. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and across your collarbone. He knew exactly how to fold you, how to handle you in the most impossible positions until you were left breathless.

But your mind was somewhere else. Mark Grayson had shown up to the last mission in a new suit, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked in black and blue now that he’d ditched the bright yellow.

You and Mark hadn’t even been friends until Rex got shot and ended up practically lobotomized. While your boyfriend was laid out on a hospital bed, you had started talking more to Mark. He’d stayed up with you in the Pentagon hospital waiting room, keeping you company late into the night while you waited for updates on Rex. It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him, how kind and attentive he was.

And that morning, seeing him in that tight suit stretched over his muscles, you'd felt a tingle between your legs.

“What are you thinking about?” Rex murmured against your chest.

“Mmh?” you answered just as softly, your eyes only half-open.

“Your heart speeds up when you’re overthinking,” he pointed out, pushing himself up slightly to press a kiss between your breasts.

Then he rolled onto his back beside you. You rested your elbow on the pillow and your cheek in your hand so you could look at him. Tracing lines down his chest and abs, you bit your lip.

“What do you think of Mark?” you asked, your lips tight, not really sure why you even said it.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled.

“He’s hot,” he said casually.

You blinked, a smile already tugging at your mouth.

“What?”

“Yeah. A little weird, but he’s got a strong neck and huge hands,” he listed like it was a grocery run. “And that new suit showed off his will to live. I’m not blind.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly and ducked your head. “You’re insane.”

“You started it, babe,” he shrugged like it was nothing. He pulled the sheet up a bit more over his hips, still watching you. “Does he turn you on?”

You didn’t say anything, but your silence was an answer.

“Ohhh, you’d fuck him too, wouldn’t you?” Rex laughed, tipping his head to the side.

You let out a half-laugh and dug your nails a little into his bicep.

“Don’t laugh!” you whispered, already blushing, hiding your face a bit behind your arm. “I don’t even know why I said that…”

“Yes, you do,” Rex said in that calm, shameless voice of his. “You’re horny and poor Grayson looks like he hasn’t touched anyone in months. That combo ruins you.”

You shook your head, but you didn’t deny it. Your cheeks were hot, not just from the comment, but from how easy it was to talk about it with him. You felt ridiculous, a little filthy, and completely soaked.

Rex watched you for another second before he sat up a bit, propping himself up on one elbow. There was a glint in his eyes.

“What if we ask him?”

“Ask what?”

“A threesome. You, me, and Mark.”

You stared at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am. You’re already half in love with his abs, and I’m curious.”

Your first instinct was to cover your face with a pillow. But then you lowered it, that nervous laugh still stuck in your throat.

“Rex…”

“I mean it. Worst-case scenario? He says no. Or dies of embarrassment. Although, now that I think about it, that could be funny too.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m open-minded. Big difference.”

You bit your lip, staring at the ceiling. You were actually considering it. Really considering it. The idea was absurd and shameless. But it also sounded tempting. Because you and Rex had chemistry. You’d known each other for years and had seen each other through every version of yourselves. But Mark… Mark made you feel things you didn’t even realize you still craved.

“We’d have to approach him carefully,” you said finally, quietly, like you were planning a heist.

Rex raised his brows, amused. “Are you telling me you’re really thinking about this?”

“I’m saying if we hit him with the idea all at once, he’ll shut down. It’s Mark. If you sneeze near him, he blushes.”

Rex laughed, dropping back against the pillow, looking at you with a mix of admiration and desire.

“I fucking love you. This is the best thing that’s happened to me all week.”

“We’d have to go in separately,” you continued, thoughtful. “See how he reacts to you. See how he reacts to me. Then figure out a way to hint at it without him passing out.”

“Or flying straight to Mars.”

You both fell silent for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Then Rex tilted his head toward you and added:

“Do you think he’d like it better if you told him, all pretty and innocent-looking, or if I came onto him?”

“Depends. Are you taking your shirt off when you do it?”

“Obviously.”

“Then you go first.”

And you both burst out laughing. Rex wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a slow kiss, his hand gently holding your chin. You pressed your hands to his chest, pushing him back just enough to speak.

“What if he’s not into either of us?” you asked, catching your lower lip between your teeth.

“I doubt it. He’s one hundred percent into you,” Rex said with way too much certainty, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You raised a brow at him.

“Besides, he’d be an idiot to turn us down. We’re hot as hell too.”

You laughed at that, pulling him back down to kiss him again.

✶✶✶

There was no one else at Guardians HQ except Rex. Well, you were holed up in your room so you could hear everything. But Rex had it all planned out. He'd called Mark to come train with him for a bit—hand-to-hand combat. The timing was perfect: they'd be breathless, sweaty, and a little foggy from muscle fatigue. The perfect setup for some touches, a few glances, and a bit of shameless flirting.

The ceiling opened and Mark descended to the center of HQ. He immediately met Rex’s gaze, finding him shirtless and wearing sweatpants hanging low on his hips. For a moment, his eyes flicked down to the V disappearing into the gray fabric, then snapped back up to meet his eyes.

“Hey,” Mark said with a nervous smile, scratching his neck.

Rex returned the smile, lopsided, like that “hey” was the most seductive invitation in the world.

“Nervous, Grayson?” he teased, strolling forward unhurriedly, like a predator who knows he’s got the upper hand.

Mark swallowed hard and quickly looked away, but his cheeks were already flushed.

“No, I just… I’m not used to this.”

“You’ve never trained with anyone before?” Rex raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no, no,” Mark waved his hands a little. “I trained with my dad when I got my powers. But never hand-to-hand.”

“Then we’re gonna have a lot of fun,” Rex grinned. “And no powers.”

“What? Why?” He sounded horrified.

“Imagine you lose your powers. You still need to know how to fight.”

Mark pressed his lips together but eventually nodded with a grimace.

You crept closer to the closed door that led to the training room, pressing your ear against it to hear every word, every move.

Rex took a few more steps, just enough to close the distance between them, without fully invading Mark’s personal space. But he was close. Very close.

“We’ll start slow,” Rex said with a half-smile. “First we work on holds. You just have to try to break free.”

“Okay,” Mark nodded, squaring his shoulders and pulling off his shirt. “I’m ready.”

Rex paused for just a second, he swore it was just one second, staring at Mark’s torso. Then, with a swift move, he circled behind him and wrapped an arm around his torso, holding him just under the chest. Mark exhaled in surprise, hands flying to Rex’s forearms.

“Like this?” he muttered, trying to wriggle free.

“Uh-huh,” Rex replied from behind, dropping his voice. “Can you feel how stuck you are?”

Mark laughed, a bit uneasy. “Yeah. Maybe a little too much...”

“I could lift you off the ground if I wanted.” And to prove it, Rex flexed, lifting him a couple of inches. Mark let out a nervous laugh as his feet barely brushed the floor.

“Okay, okay, I give up,” he surrendered, trying not to think about Rex’s chest pressed to his back.

Rex set him down, but didn’t move away. Instead, he placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder and gently turned him to face him. “Don’t get all tense, Grayson. It’s just training.”

“I’m trying,” Mark said, breathing deep. “It’s just that you’re very…”

He trailed off.

“I’m very what?” Rex asked, feigning innocence.

Mark frowned, hesitating. “Close.”

“Close,” Rex repeated. “Right. Well, hand-to-hand isn’t exactly trained at a distance, is it?” He winked. “But if you want me to back off, just say so.”

Mark was quiet for a second, then shook his head, face a little red. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… still adjusting.”

“Then let’s make that adjustment as smooth as possible,” Rex said, not bothering to hide the double meaning. He patted Mark’s shoulder, then tapped his chest lightly. “You’ve got a good body, Grayson. You’ve been working out.”

“Huh? Thanks,” Mark replied, a bit thrown off. “You too. You’re always in shape.”

Rex ran a hand through his hair. Then he stepped in again, without warning, and this time Mark tried to grab his arm. Rex flipped him easily, and they ended up on the ground. Mark on his back, Rex straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. Rex’s palms were planted on the floor beside Mark’s head.

For a moment, they just stayed like that.

Mark swallowed hard, eyes wide. He didn’t know where to look.

“You okay?” Rex asked, voice low.

“Yeah,” Mark said quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“That’s the fun part of hand-to-hand,” Rex leaned in a bit, like he was about to whisper. “You never know who’ll end up on top.”

You, behind the door, bit your hand to keep from laughing. You could perfectly imagine Mark’s face. And you knew Rex was enjoying every second of it. You would’ve loved to barge in wearing your tiniest workout outfit and really make them sweat.

“Wanna switch positions?” Rex asked, still on top.

Mark hesitated. “Isn’t that cheating?”

“Not if you’re enjoying it,” Rex said, fully intentional.

Mark swallowed again, and Rex’s eyes followed the bob of his throat, it was pathetic and hot at the same time. He could feel Mark tense beneath him, breath hitching, eyes lost because he didn’t know where to look. At Rex’s green eyes or the sculpted body pinning him down.

Mark stared up at the ceiling and said, very seriously, “I think I need more practice.”

Rex chuckled softly, still unmoving.

“You have no idea how much I like hearing that.”

Mark blinked like he couldn’t figure out why Rex was still on top or why his body felt hot in all the wrong places.

“Should we… keep going?” he asked, voice a little higher than normal.

Rex didn’t answer right away. He lowered his body just enough for their hips to make contact, just enough for Mark to tense up almost to the point of shaking.

“You sure you want to keep going, Grayson?” he murmured with a crooked smile. “Because it looks like you’ll explode if I do.”

Mark swallowed so loudly you heard it from behind the door. You thought about going back to your room, just hearing them was making you feel half turned-on, half jealous but you couldn’t stop listening.

“I’m just… focused,” Mark tried, voice increasingly unsteady.

“Focused on what part exactly?” Rex asked, lowering himself fully now, like the concept of personal space had never existed.

“On… the exercise.”

“Uh-huh.” Rex pretended to believe him. But his gaze locked onto Mark’s like he could read his mind. “Then you should try to break free, don’t you think?”

Mark nodded. He tried. He placed his hands on Rex’s chest (big mistake) and pushed gently (another mistake). Rex didn’t budge an inch.

“That was adorable,” Rex said in a low voice, softly laughing. “But if you want me off you, you’re gonna have to ask.”

Mark looked back up at the ceiling. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Rex…”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head a bit, with doe eyes and a tiny smile.

“Are you flirting?”

Rex let out a low, slow laugh. He sat up a little, but not enough to let him go.

“You think I’m flirting with you?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Mark frowned harder. “Maybe.”

“And does it bother you?”

“No,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “Just… not used to it.”

Rex leaned back down, noses almost touching.

“Well, get used to it,” he whispered. “Because I’m not done with you.”

You, behind the door, bit your fist to keep from sliding it between your legs right then and there. Rex was playing dirty. Very dirty. And Mark, even if he didn’t fully get what was happening, was already hooked.

“Now,” Rex added with a smile, “let’s try that again. This time, really try to get me off. I wanna see what you’re made of, Grayson.”

Mark nodded, swallowed again, and got ready.

✶✶✶

"That was- probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever done and I wasn’t even seeing anything," you tell him, lying on top of Rex while you rode him.

He looks you straight in the eye, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you closer.

“Mmh, you should’ve seen him,” he groans, pressing hot kisses to your breasts. “He was all flustered. He’s definitely jerking off thinking about me right now.”

You let out a soft laugh as you sank deeper onto him, bracing yourself on his chest. You took his face between your hands, squishing it a little, and came thinking about Mark touching himself. You wondered how big he was, Rex wasn’t bad at all, but Mark was a Viltrumite, after all. There had to be some kind of improvement. Rex came a little after you.

You both stayed in the same position for a moment, Rex with his back against the wall and you curled up in his lap, wrapped in his arms.

“Did he seem nervous?” you asked, running your hands across his chest.

“Not really,” Rex shrugged. “He’s awkward, but he enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“That’s perfect,” you smiled, truly.

“Now it’s your turn, babe,” Rex reminded you with a stupid grin. “Get him all nervous for us.”

You looked down with a strange little smile.

“What if I told you I’m the one who’s nervous?” you bit your lip, feeling a little exposed, not because you were naked in front of him, but because of the conversation.

Rex raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and slowly caressed your back with the tips of his fingers. His other hand rested warm on your thigh.

“Why would you be nervous?” he asked softly, like the conversation had suddenly become something more serious, more intimate.

You held his gaze for a moment, hesitant. Then you sighed and rested your forehead on his collarbone.

“Because Mark’s not like you,” you said quietly. “With you it’s easy. You know what you’re doing, you know what you want. You say it. But with him, I feel like if I get too close, I’ll break something.”

Rex laughed through his nose and kissed your shoulder. “Yeah. His dick.”

“Rex.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, still smiling. He pulled you tighter into his chest, and his voice softened. “It’s normal to get nervous. He’s got those puppy eyes that makes you feel guilty for thinking about him naked.”

You laughed, because it was true.

“But babe,” he went on, kissing your temple now, “you know what you’re doing too. If you look at him like you looked at me the first time you eye-fucked me, he’s gonna freeze up. And not out of fear.”

You gave him a light punch in the chest and he chuckled.

“Besides,” he added, lowering your face so you’d look at him again, “this isn’t about doing it perfectly. It’s about having fun. You tease him a little, pass him to me, I mess with him a bit, then pass him back. We eat him up. End of story.”

“What if he doesn’t let us?” you asked, a little more serious now.

Rex looked at you with something almost tender in his eyes. “Then we stop. We’re not gonna push him. But you and I are still gonna have a fucking great time either way.”

You nodded, biting your lip, and curled up against him again.

“Also,” he added, with a wicked grin, “if he doesn’t go for it, you can always keep fantasizing about him while you ride me. That thought already has me hard again.”

You gave him another light smack, but this time you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he murmured, hugging you again. “Now go shower, put on your hottest outfit, and go find our little boy scout.”

You slid off his lap, kissed him softly on the lips, and headed to the bathroom, the one you had insisted Cecil install.

✶✶✶

You weren't sure how to approach Mark. It had been a while since the two of you had had a one-on-one conversation. You'd texted him to see the new Seance Dog movie together, and he had replied almost instantly, saying he'd love to.

You kicked Rex out of your room when you heard Mark arrive. Everything was tidy and perfect. Your hair was down, you wore shorts, a little lip gloss, and had no intention of actually watching a movie.

Mark looked nervous from the moment he opened the door.

You'd invited him to see Seance Dog 3 with the lamest excuse in the world, and he had agreed far too quickly, as if he'd been waiting for days for you to talk to him. He showed up on time, as always, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket, which was already too much given the heat. His hands were buried deep in his pockets.

You greeted him with a smile and, before he could say anything, pulled him into a hug around the shoulders, just a bit longer than strictly necessary. You felt him stiffen slightly at the contact.

"You smell good," you said, half-joking, half-serious, pulling back just enough to close the door behind him.

"Uh, thanks," he replied, already blushing.

You led him to the couch, where everything was ready: the movie paused on the menu, a bag of unopened popcorn, and a couple of neatly folded blankets. He sat carefully on one end of the couch. You dropped down beside him, letting your leg brush against his without offering any excuse.

"All good?" you asked as you grabbed the remote. "You're really quiet."

"Yeah, yeah, all good," he said quickly, staring at the screen like he was expecting something to explode in the screen.

You pursed your lips with a small smile and turned a bit to face him, leaning your arm on the back of the couch. With your other hand, you gently touched his forearm. He flinched slightly.

Mark opened his mouth, then closed it again. He shifted in his seat.

"What's going on, Mark?"

He let out a long, uncomfortable sigh, and then suddenly blurted everything out, fast, like it had been stuck in his throat for days.

"Rex has been flirting with me."

He said it without looking at you, like just repeating it made him feel guilty.

You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or look surprised.

"What?"

"Yeah. He's been doing it since training. Saying weird things. Getting really close. He... touched me. Not in a bad way, but like- like he was testing something. And I didn't know what to do. Because he's your boyfriend. And I feel awful for not stopping him completely."

You looked at him intently. He still wouldn't meet your gaze. You stayed silent for a moment, raising your eyebrows slightly. Not surprised, but clearly evaluating how uncomfortable he felt.

"Did it bother you?" you asked, lowering your voice a little.

"I don't know," Mark admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It confused me. Because we're friends, you and me too. And I don't want to mess up your relationship."

You moved your arm back to your lap, letting it rest on Mark's knee. He looked at your face for the first time, his expression a mix of shock and anxiety.

"Mark, you know Rex doesn't do anything without me knowing," you said slowly. Mark went very still, looking at your face and then at your lips. He swallowed hard again.

"You knew?" he murmured, as if the idea that both of you were in on it unsettled him more than anything else.

"Of course," you said with a small smile, gently stroking his thigh with your thumb. "And I didn't just know. I liked it."

Mark fell silent. The tension between you grew thick, charged. He stared at your face like he needed to confirm you weren't just saying it.

You simply held that soft smile, your eyes on his, unmoving.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," you added, your voice even softer now. "But don't feel guilty about something that we're both enjoying. All three of us."

Mark swallowed again and leaned back into the couch, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh.

"Damn," he said, running a hand through his hair. "This is... really weird. I didn't expect this."

"Does it bother you?" you asked, leaning closer.

"No," he said quickly. Then slower: "No. It's just... I'm not used to two people I like paying attention to me at the same time."

The confession came out unfiltered, and you both went quiet for a moment.

"You like us?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mark pressed his lips together, red all the way to his ears. But this time, he didn't deny it.

"Yes."

And you smiled. Not because you were surprised, but because he'd finally said it. You moved a little closer. Your nose was almost touching his. You could feel his labored breathing, his gaze fixed on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, and that was your only concession to the nervousness you also felt.

Mark hesitated for a split second. Then he nodded.

"Yes."

The kiss was slow. He received you with his mouth half-open, as if he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. But when his fingers brushed your waist, and you took one of his wrists to place it on your hip, he stopped looking so nervous.

He kissed you more confidently. He opened his lips against yours, pulled you a little closer, his fingers barely pressing against the exposed skin of your side. And when you lifted one leg over his and pressed yourself further on top of him, he moaned against your mouth.

"Fuck..." he murmured softly against your lips. And he kissed you again, more desperately.

He pulled you against him and began to move beneath you, almost without realizing it, seeking more contact, more friction. Your hips followed the rhythm without thinking, both of you beginning to pant between kisses.

You pulled away just the tiniest bit to see him blushing up to his ears, his gaze lost on your lips and neck.

"You want me to call Rex?" you asked with a lustful look and sultry voice.

Mark opened his mouth slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He leaned his head back slightly, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, but his mouth went straight to your neck, drawing a few sighs from you. Between kisses, he said,

"Please."

You smiled as Mark traced your neck, even going down to your cleavage. You felt his half-hard cock against your throbbing pussy, waiting for the third. Mark assumed you'd text Rex or call him, but no.

"REX," you shouted, causing Mark to lift his lips from your skin. "No, don't stop, baby, just hold on- REX, COME HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER."

"Yes, ma'am?" Rex opened the door wide open, a grin on his face appearing at the view.

"Mark said he wants you to join us."

Mark made a nervous, embarrassed face. "No, I mean... She- she asked me."

Rex looked at you, pointing his finger at you.

"Did you make him so nervous all by yourself?"

"A little, yes," you admitted with a smile, not moving from on top of him. Mark kept his hands on your thighs, but his breathing quickened as he watched Rex move toward the couch.

Rex crouched down to his level, resting an arm on the back of the couch and looking directly at him.

"Are you sure you want this, Grayson?" he asked, his voice lower, more serious, though his smile was still there, tilted.

Mark nodded slowly, his lips parted. "Yes... yes, I do."

Mark swallowed, his breathing heavier than before. You felt his body warm beneath yours, his hands still trembling a little on your thighs. You couldn't help but smile. Not out of mockery, but because of how precious it was to see him like this: so willing, so committed, so nervous.

Rex noticed the same thing. He leaned a little closer to him, so close that his voice brushed against his ear when he spoke.

"Do you know what's most beautiful about you right now?" he murmured, resting his hand on the back of the couch, circling it. "That you're dying for it, but you keep waiting for someone to tell you what to do."

Mark shuddered. You felt it beneath you, that slight reflex movement, and you stroked your knuckles down his neck, then down to his collarbone. You felt him swallow again.

"Don't worry," you said softly, leaning toward his other ear. "We'll take care of you."

Rex laughed softly.

"But first you have to tell us something, Mark." He took his chin in his hands, forcing him to turn his face toward him. "Do you want this? Do you want us to play with you for a while?"

Mark closed his eyes, his lips parted. He nodded. Once. Slowly. Very slightly.

"We need words, sweetheart," you insisted, running a hand down his chest to his stomach. "Tell us."

Mark opened his eyes and found himself between yours, cornered and protected at the same time.

"Yes. I want you to do it."

"Good boy," Rex whispered.

You felt the effect of those two words on Mark's body. He twitched beneath you, against your thighs, and his breath caught for a single second. Rex reached out from one side of Mark to tilt his jaw toward him and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Rex gave you perfect access to the Viltrumite's neck, where you left hot kisses. You bit his neck, jawline, and earlobe, focusing on leaving as many marks as possible, but nothing appeared on his skin.

You lifted your head slightly, taking a moment to admire the sight of the sloppy kiss Mark and Rex were sharing. When they realized you were simply watching them, they pulled apart, a single string of saliva still connecting them.

"Is everything alright?" Mark asked out of breath, all blushed and messy. 

"I'm trying to give you a damn hickey, but it's impossible!" you said, frowning your nose. 

"Uh, must be some Viltrumite shit," he briefly explained.

Rex was still trying to get Mark's attention back to his lips. Mark opened his mouth to explain himself better, his voice somewhat broken:

"It's just... Viltrumites have like- really tough skin. That's why hickeys don't really work... it's impossible to leave a mark."

But before he could finish the sentence, Rex leaned in without warning and covered his mouth with a deep, urgent kiss, cutting him off.

"Shh, let it go," Rex murmured against his lips. "No need to explain."

Mark looked a little dazed, but soon melted back into the kiss, responding with even more eagerness than before. His hands were trembling, clutching at Rex's shirt like he needed something to hold onto.

"Why don't we move to the bed? Sounds good?" you asked, softly stroking Mark's hair.

He nodded like a boy scout, following your hand to the bed. He leaned with his forearms on the mattress. You and Rex switched sides, now you focusing on his upper body, stripping him. You passed a hand through his chest, poking at the nipples. Then you looked to Rex, that was now only on his boxers. 

"Look at him, Rex," you admired, touching Mark's v line delicately. "Isn't he so fucking pretty?"

"The prettiest." 

Rex kneeled between Mark's legs, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. You noticed it, giving Rex a look. 

"Is this okay, pretty boy?" Rex asked, looking up with big green eyes. 

"Yes. Yes, please." Mark nodded effusively. 

You chuckled a bit. Rex got rid of his pants easily, revealing Mark's plumpy and needy cock, drooling with pre cum. Rex kissed his thighs, pressing his hands against them before taking him all the way down his throat. 

"Oh, fuck-" Mark said, threatening to lift his body if you hadn't put a hand on his chest. 

"Easy, baby," you told him, leaning for a kiss that was interrupted by the disaster of moans that Mark was. "I'll give you a reason to stay put."

Mark didn't know what to do with his hands, fisting in the sheets while Rex bob his head up and down his shaft. Now you throw a leg between his body and his hands loop around your thighs pulling you closer to his face like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Somehow his tongue felt longer than Rex's. And when he started to suck your clit you swore you saw the stars. Your whole body vibrated against him, he's strong and calloused hands keeping you in place. Mark's tongue licked your bud, also moaning. You had a perfect view of how Rex was giving Mark head, taking his cock slowly in his mouth, licking all the veins, keeping the pre cum in the back of his throat. 

"Oh, f- fuck," Mark said against your wet folds. 

"Mark!" you squirmed when his tongue reached the perfect spot. 

You didn't know if it was because you shouted his name or because Rex was doing his job perfectly, but you saw Mark coming all over Rex mouth, chin and chest. Mark kept moaning in your cunt with his tongue abusing your clit. He let you move your hips, grinding against him. 

"Wanna taste him, baby?" Rex asked tilting his head to you. 

You were biting your lip at the moment Rex pressed his lips for a sloppy, wet kiss, with teeth included. 

"Fuck, he's good," Your hips moved slower, Mark riding out your orgasm perfectly. 

You separated your cunt from Mark's face, watching him all glistened and flustered. You grabbed his arm to get him up and went straight to his mouth, kissing him with need. Now you were sandwiched between Mark and Rex, the first one devouring your mouth, testing your own cum and your boyfriend kissing your neck, touching your hips and ass. 

"Can I fuck you?" Mark asked, with pleaded eyes.

You stroked his cheek, giving him a little kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Of course, baby."

Mark was down again, with Rex by his side and you on top of him. You line yourself with his cock, his hands gripping your ass letting you take him inch by inch. The stretch was perfect, you felt him everywhere after Rex had work on him. You kissed Rex while you rode Mark. 

"Ah- you feel good," he muttered, pressing his head to the side. "So good."

Mark's hot, thick and twitching inside of you, you clenching around him. He rolled his eyes back with a soft whine. His hand moves a bit to grab Rex by his arm pulling him to a hot kiss. You rolled your lips harder thanks to the view. Then Mark started pumping his hand up and down Rex's thick cock. 

"Ohhh, God." Rex groaned, running a hand through Mark's hair. He was taking his time with his cock, slowly and deliberately and the same time that he was trying to last with you. 

"Fuck, I'm- I'm not gonna last..." he said, noticing your fast pace. "'S too much."

"You can, baby." you reassured. 

"Come on, pretty boy." Rex added with a grin, licking his earlobe. 

The room is filled with the sound of skin to skin, wetter and nastier every clap. You are dripping all over Mark's cock, a mix of leftover cum and saliva, waiting to be filled with Mark's cum. Rex is moaning a bit quieter, biting his lip. He's the first one to cum all over Mark's abs with a groan, dropping onto the mattress. 

You quickly lower yourself to lick the cum off, grabbing a bit with your fingers and sliding them into Mark's mouth.

"I'm gonna-" he blurts out with your fingers still in his mouth. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah, baby? You wanna cum?" you said, accelerating the thrusts. 

"Fuuuck, yes!" He rolled his eyes back, filling you up. 

You came seconds later, with his cock still buried inside of you. Then you dropped to the side, between them. Rex kissed you like he meant it. Mark put his arm around your waist, sticking close to you and hiding his head in the crook of your neck.

Mark was still trembling a little, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. You cupped the back of his head and stroked through his messy hair with slow, soothing fingers. He melted into you almost instantly.

"You okay?" you murmured.

He nodded, but it was soft, almost sheepish. "Yeah. Just… that was intense."

Rex chuckled low beside you. "No shit, pretty boy. You passed out on her pussy for like half a minute."

You felt Mark’s face flush against your neck. You leaned in and kissed his temple. “It’s okay. You were perfect.”

Rex, still catching his breath, reached across you and let his fingers trace Mark’s spine, gentle now. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured, more tender than his usual teasing tone. “Took us both like a champ.”

Mark finally lifted his head, looking between you both, eyes still a little glassy. You smiled and touched his cheek. “Want water?”

He blinked like he was just remembering he had a body. “God. Yes. Please.”

You shifted carefully and grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, opening it and holding it for him as he drank. Rex leaned up to press lazy kisses to your bare shoulder while you did.

Once Mark was settled again, curled against you, you turned your head to Rex and kissed him slowly. No teeth this time, just warmth and softness.

"You can stay the night if you want," you said to the brunet.

Mark gave you a look—half teasing, half genuine—that made your chest tighten. “You sure? Thought you’d be kicking me out as soon as the high wore off.”

Rex huffed a sleepy laugh against your collarbone. “You’re already naked and in the bed, dumbass. Just stay.”

You nodded, fingers still tangled in Rex’s hair, your other hand resting on Mark’s side. “Stay. Please.”

Mark bit his lip, not fully understanding yet why they were so eager for having him, even after fucking him, but you were warm and Rex's hands felt good on him. He didn't fight the comfort of both of your bodies.

[tags: @murderofravens]

[batsnob]

first episode in and immediately getting to see rex’s fine ass IN THE NEW ANIMATION has me slushing everywhere ohhh my gosh

and to top it all off he gets his ass beat and looks even hotter , rex fangirls are eating sooo good