#Rex Splode Drabble

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Wrote this super quick… had to get the thoughts out. I keep re-reading all the content on Rex x reader tag… (giggly sex is elite and I don’t see this utilized very often)💔

His body ran extremely sore from the constant missions, back after mother fucking back, Rex wasn’t at all given a break or a rest of recreation. Admittedly putting in the work was doing wonders for his strength, even despite all the lifting and bench pressing he does, he can truly put it to use as a hero; even though multiple times he himself does not believe that. At least he could feel good about it though, even if it’s the same old routine and the same old near death experiences.

However—

It was a completely different world with you, barely anything was expected of him as a hero. Rex could just simply… exist.

That made him feel super odd, and it was a first for him as well. He knew his old habits would fester at times, especially around you. But you were so fucking ethereal, and some part of him wanted to see just how much he could ruin you.

Watch as your mind goes blank, your thighs tremble as you try to keep your hold on his waist. He especially reveled in how your nails scraped down the duvets of the skin on his back, he’d always get a nice surprise the next morning.

What always throws him off guard however is how infectious your giggles are during sex, and admittedly; it just made him more comfortable and relaxed with you than anything. Rex can’t help but laugh too as he attempts to stifle his smile at your giggles.

“Jesus…“ he chuckles, firm hands holding you up against the bedroom wall. “Your ruinin’ it for me.” Rex complains with a feigned tone of disbelief. You smile at him, slowly lacing your hands around his neck.

“Sorry, sorry.” You repeat, eyes half-lidded as you stared at his face. Burning each and every detail into your face, god he was so beautiful. You could see why there was quite a few you know who liked him the way they did.

Rex huffs as he rolls his eyes, leaning closer as he interlocks his lips with yours. Something strangled rips from your throat—half a whine and a moan as you roll your hips against his, vying for some pleasure in the friction. Rex hisses into your mouth, and you feel his hands tighten against the plush of your thighs, you almost stopped. But you don’t—you needed him bad, and you didn’t want this to stop.

“Fuhhh—“ you mutter, tightening your hold, wrapping your arms against his back. You hear him chuckle as he pulls back from you, and you inwardly kick yourself at the sudden loss of contact.

Your disappointment quickly fades as he holsters you up further, “keep your legs on f’me.” He muttered, and you obey him, watching as he tears away the top of his hero uniform.

You swear you felt your mouth water at the sight, and he smiles. “An irresistible dreamboat I know—“ Rex laughs, his tone dropping lower. “I didn’t get this body for nothing.”

A giggle escapes your lips, now curling your hand against the warmth of his neck. “And I’m admiring it, properly.” You enunciate with another roll of your hips, and you almost stutter when you feel the weight in his pants. His eyes seemed to almost widen as you did so.

“You that excited?” Rex says, arching a brow as he leans in closer. Removing the distance between you both, even if as close you could be, he always wanted to find someway to be even closer.

Hell—what better way then to stuff you full?

[quackfallbackhq]

Ruined & Relentless

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex was already a mess, but you didn’t stop.

The evidence of your release spilled over his ass, smeared between his thighs, but that only made it filthier—the wet, squishy sounds between you growing louder, more obscene with every thrust.

"Hah—f-fuck—" Rex slurred, face down, ass up, his legs trembling as you kept going. His body was overstimulated, but the way you were still grinding deep into him had his mind melting into nothing.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t stop just because you came. You never do.

"Still taking me so good, baby," you groaned, gripping his waist tighter, feeling how his body tensed and shivered under your hold. "You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked even after I’ve already made a mess of you?"

Rex couldn’t even respond—his voice broken, breathy gasps spilling from his lips as his body twitched beneath you. He was barely holding himself up at this point, his arms weak, his thighs shaking, but you still weren’t done with him.

And the worst part?

He didn’t want you to stop.

notes - i need ex(s)plode in rex right now..

[sourszt]

[ 𝟏:𝟐𝟏 𝐩𝐦 | 𝐫𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧 ]

𝐟𝐭. rex “splode” sloan x fem!reader

𝐜𝐰. nsfw, shower sex, quickie, pet names ‘sweet thing’ and ‘pretty girl,’ oral (m!receiving), facial, praise, (in)correct use of powers (blood manipulation), exhibitionism if you squint, rex being soft but also not ?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. this came to me in a vision. i power wrote this last night, knocked out and i’m posting it now. more invincible smuts to come im obsessed w rex and that show. not proofread.

right after a mission, each member of the guardians of the globe had their own way of recollecting themselves.

most of them, decently battered and beaten, would make a brief stop somewhere in the city to give themselves a breather before gathering back at headquarters. the rest would grab a quick shower at headquarters and then head to the lounge area or kitchen to wait for the rest of their team.

you were typically among the former. after taking a decent beating a couple of times a week, you would fly home just to make sure your family was okay. and to reassure them that you were, too. it would only be about half an hour before you’d return to headquarters, which was around the same time as your other teammates.

half an hour of near radio silence within that tower.

near radio silence.

up in the training floor, one shower was still running long after the rest had been abandoned. steam had already condensed onto each bathroom wall and mirror. the sound of rushing water pelting the floor hardly muffled the harmony of stifled cries and grunted curses from that small yet open stall.

somehow, rex sloan had ended up with you in the stall, slinking in when you were all alone to kindly offer to inspect for wounds. you agreed to his oh-so-kind offer, well aware of his malicious intentions, but on the condition that he be quick.

so that was how you wound up pressed to the cold tile wall, back arched and legs spread while rex took you from behind. he was no stranger to your body, knowing exactly where your most sacred spots were and abusing them relentlessly. it nearly brought you to your knees, rex’s hand keeping you upright while the other groped your tit.

“no one’s gonna hear you, sweet thing.” rex husked into your ear, voice strained as he pounded into you. “‘ts just you and me in here.”

you continued to bite at the back of your hand to keep your volume as low as possible when rex’s grip on your hip tightened and he pulled you back into a particularly rough thrust. it caught you off balance for a moment, a surge of pain rocketing through your body, and a pitchy moan tore from your mouth. “fucking christ, rex!”

the man grinned at your whining. “that’s it, keep ‘em comin’,” rex’s other hand snaked around your torso to cup your throat. he yanked you back nearly flush with his chest, groaning at the way your walls clamped around his thick cock. “fu-ckin’ hell. you feel so fuckin’ good around me.”

the new angle let him hit one of those sensitive spots inside of you, and this time you couldn’t quite cover your mouth in time. you weakly grabbed at the hand splayed across your throat but by then you didn’t care about how your cries echoed off of the bathroom walls.

he knew you were reaching your breaking point when he felt that familiar tremble in your thighs underneath his palm. you were already taking him so well, spasming cunt practically swallowing his dick so greedily, but still he persisted.

“do the thing.” he whispered with a smirk playing on his lips.

his rhythm began to die down, telling you that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. as if you’d even tell him no.

you took one of your shaky palms off of the cool tile and reached around to rest it on rex’s waist. it took you a moment to focus as you began concentrating his blood flow down to his cock, gently restricting it at the base. you expanded his blood volume by the slightest percentage, minding the few injuries he sustained during the mission earlier.

rex felt it right away, cock instinctively twitching inside of you. his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his wet hair clinging to your skin; his fingers dug into your plush thigh. you could feel him stopping himself from rutting into you. he hardly had any restraint as he whispered your name so desperately.

“easy.” you instructed. “i need to — fuck — need to focus.”

you were doing anything but that, truthfully. which would’ve been lethal if you didn’t know what you were doing. but alas, this wasn’t the first time.

rex hissed at the same time you did when you felt his cock gently swell inside of you. not enough to be painful, but definitely enough to feel it. the moment you dropped your hand, rex took it as his cue to move.

“fuck,” his voice broke into a soft whine, “so goddamn tight.” he reached between your legs and nudged your thighs apart a little more. “c’mon, sweet thing.”

he moved his hand from your throat to between your shoulders, pushing you down as he pulled out to his swollen tip only to slam his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

a cry of his name came from you, only egging the arrogant man on. “god, you’re so fuckin’ good for me. aren’t ya?”

you could barely last much longer; that tight, hot coil in your abdomen was steadily unwinding with each of rex’s deep thrusts. you held on to the wall for dear life, your palms sliding against the slick tiles. the weight of rex’s chest against your back made you peer over in time to see his hand envelop yours against the wall, his strong fingers lacing through yours. he kept you upright while he fucked you through your orgasm, mumbling encouragement into your skin.

“that’s it, pretty girl. takin’ me so damn good — fuck!” rex’s grip on your waist began to falter, as did his rhythm, when he realized he wasn’t too far behind you. it didn’t help that your cunt was spasming uncontrollably around him. “come on, i’ve got you.”

the groan in his voice was enough to send you over, head falling forward with a cry of his name. your thighs trembled in his hold and threatened to give out. you hardly managed to keep yourself upright as he continued to pound into you. the stimulation almost became too much to bear, a few tears mixing with the sweat and shower water trailing down your face.

you finally gave out once rex pulled out, body going limp against the wall. rex caught you at the waist and closed the brief gap between you. he buried his face into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin. “god, i’ll never get used to that. so fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbled as he turned you around to face him. “do you… mind?” his green eyes shamelessly raked down your body, his still-hard cock twitching in his hand at the sight.

both of your legs were sore beyond belief, and they were sure to get worse after the nap you were bound to take later, but it didn’t stop you from sliding down onto your knees and replacing rex’s hand with your own. your own abilities amazed you; you could hardly wrap both of your hands around his swollen cock, let alone fit it in your mouth.

“fuck” rex groaned, long and low as he braced himself on the wall behind you. it shielded some of the water from splashing into your face, but ran down his body and allowed your hands to pump him with ease. “ju-just like that, christ.” a few stray drops of water running down rex’s red locks fell onto your face as you stared up at him. you made sure not to break eye contact when you took the tip of his cock onto your flattened tongue, easing it past your lips.

one of his hands went to your hair, brushing it out of your face as best as he could before resting his palm at the back of your head. it didn’t guide you nor did it force you to take him further. it encouraged you. you knew that he was already close. it only took you a few skillful bobs of your head and twists of your hands before he started whining. your favorite tell of his that he was about to come.

you inched back enough to take your lips off of his cock and stuck your tongue out, his cum painting it not seconds later. you took it all, gracefully swallowing it before getting back to your feet with his help. he was on you the moment you were, gently pressing you against the wall as he captured you into a deep kiss. not an ounce of concern crossed you, considering you were definitely supposed to be in the lounge by now.

“don’t think that counted as quick, rex.” you said with a smile when he finally pulled away.

“ask me if i give a shit. i hope those a-holes heard us.” rex sassed as he reached for your shampoo bottle. “another wash can’t hurt, right? turn around.”

i love him so much.

[midnightshindig]

could we get hc’s/a drabble for a reader who’s cecil’s daughter x rex? keep up the great work 🙏

Rex Splode X Cecil’s Daughter! Reader

(Omggg I love this request, thank you sm!!!)

You worked closely with your father, partly because you were the best supervillain profiler in the world and partly because he loved you dearly

After the life he’s lived, Cecil knew the safest place was with him and Donald at HQ.

But you couldn’t just stand around and look pretty, no no, he insisted you learned a trade

and I mean hey, you get good at what comes easy, right?

so you ended up being the top profiler for the GPA, figuring out a villains motive and analyzing the best course of action from hundreds of thousands of miles away, with only information gleaned from surveillance drones and the Guardian of the Globes’ radio comms descriptions

This is how you met Rex

Like your father, you were efficient to a fault

like your father, you made few mistakes and took pride in your work

Unlike your father, you sounded cute as hell

and Rex noticed.

it started off innocent enough, with him being the most descriptive of the Guardians when it came to villain descriptions:

”OH MY GOD FUCKING SHIT HES GOT A GUN OEJABTBNWNT-“

”Uhhhh temperament? Well shit Y/n he’s got a temper he’s TRYING TO MURDER ME AGRHAHR-“

“No I have no idea what her agenda is- but she kicks like a fu-cking mule and I can’t get her to back off of me!”

mostly just whining. Actually, almost exclusively whining.

You built up a rapport over time, like audio pen pals, or a really shitty podcast for the other to listen to.

eventually, you started chatting over comms even outside of missions.

”heyyyy y/n, are you online?”

”Yes Rex, you know I stay on during the day. Is there a threat?”

”Naw I just thought you’d want to hear me drink sixteen beers in five minutes”

”why would I want to-“

the sound of chugging and metal being crushed, followed by the horrific noises of a newly emptied stomach followed suite.

Your father didn’t approve, not because of intermingling work and pleasure, he knew the best source for companionship is within the industry

bit Rex?

*glances over at Rex trying to drink a beer immediately after throwing up sixteen beers*

are you trying to send him into an early retirement?

but he’s your dad and ultimately he figures you could do Rex some good

so at the Guardians Christmas party, he introduces you:

”Uhm, I’d like you all to meet Y/n, she’s the chief profiler you’ve been communicating with for the last few months. She is also my daughter, but I trust you will respect her as the professional she is.”

Rex is on you immediately

Cecil is regretting all his life choices

he should’ve gotten you a puppy and Rex a tomagatchi. Or actually nothing because he doesn’t care about Rex.

buuuuut he cares about you, and what kind of father would he be if he didn’t try and facilitate you being happy?

so you and Rex meet in person for the first time, and he’s a mess.

”Heyyyyy hot stuff, we gotta get you a video camera or something because god damn!”

you raise an eyebrow with a smile, and take a long, agonizingly quiet sip from your drink.

before spitting it into the cup

he can’t help but laugh when he realizes what’s happen

”Oh yeah! I spiked the punch, it’s so highschool Cecil didn’t think I’d actually do it!”

”Jesus Christ- what the fuck did you spike it *with*?” You ask indignantly, your mouth burning

His Face is smug as ever “Everclear”

After everyone (including you and Rex) get belligerently drunk, Cecil cancels workplace parties.

It brings good things, however, breaking the ice for future in-person hangouts

he may not be able to fly you around the world like Mark, but he can treat you to a pretty impressive firework show whenever you want

the first time he does this is the time he asks you out.

You’re on the mountain outside the base, and he says he’s got “something special to show you”

Please don’t throw up sixteen beers again please please please-

A mirage of colors and shapes flash across the sky

He looks back at you after finishing, the last firework delayed enough to erupt into a burst of pinks and reds when he asks you

”Uhm- I know it’s super unprofessional and your dad will totally kick my ass if I mess this up, but would you wanna go on a date sometime?”

Your profiling skills didn’t pick THAT up

You blink. Hard.

”like. With you?”

he furrows his brow in embarrassed anger and takes a few huffy breaths, folding his arms

”Uh. Yeah. With me!” He frowns even more, his anger breaking to reveal a glimmer of anxiety

this boy is so nervous please just answer him

and do you do, standing up from your perch on the snowy mountainside and putting your gloved hands in his

”Yeah- I mean- that’s agreeable to me if it’s agreeable to you.”

somewhere like hundreds of miles away, Cecil sighs in relief for the first time in decades.

so you and Rex start dating!

he’s a bit of a gym rat, and most of your interaction is still over comms, since he’s so busy saving the world and stuff

wow your boyfriend is so cool!

but you also carve out time to show Rex the cool stuff your dad has taken you to see over the years.

its a little weird for Rex

”Yeah- this is my dads favorite painting- and this is where we go to get ice cream- and-“

Rex isn’t sure he knows how to interact with Cecil after learning his favorite broadway musical. Or that he has one at all.

Cecil isn’t sure how to react when your bedroom cork board is no longer sparse, but filled with Polaroids and photo strips of you and his employee slash superhero lackey. Kissing. Eugh.

Rex values your skills, and often makes a game out of people watching with you

”The guy with the huge dick energy, in the green hoodie.”

”Mmmm…. Kelptomaniac with a fent problem, looks like he has early onset arthritis and an iron deficiency. Most likely to rob a combination grocery store and pharmacy.”

”that’s brutal! Okay what about the girl with the huge… um… tank top. Striped, by that statue!”

”Developed quickly, has crow feet and probably did ballet as a child, but stopped around middle school. Her hair looks natural but is dyed, likely from ginger to brown based on the undertones. She has a twitch in her arm and a shakiness in her eyes, probably low blood sugar. Hence-“ you gestured to the ice cream cart next to her “Why she’s in line. Like we should be, cmon!”

you pull him over and get ice cream, he gets rocky road every time, and always insists on getting a bite of whatever you got

Bonus:

Rex and Cecil are both relatively bad at the traditional family dynamic

but Rex wants to”meet the parents” like he never could with Eve for obvious reasons

so you bring him to hq for the Superbowl

Every year you, Cecil, and Donald stream the Super Bowl on a side screen while carrying out your regular duties, along with a cheap plastic football shaped bowl of potato chips, Donald’s favorite, and a smaller bowl of peanut m&ms, Cecil’s favorite.

Rex studies really hard on the Eagles and the Chiefs

only to realize nobody except Donald actually gives a shit how the game plays out

rex scores MAJOR brownie points with Donald though

and since he’s like basically an uncle to you, he counts it as a win

cecil thinks he’s lame

”if you put this much effort into training as you do trying to impress me via an archaic bid to my masculinity, the world might actually be a safe place.”

ouch.

Rex eats all the peanut m&Ms in revenge

[d-u-c-k-a-s-i-c-k]

Rex Splode X Reader

TW: smut, filth, p in v, sub Rex, dom reader

She drank his whimpers and whines like honeyed milk, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as she rocked her hips against his. Her hands fisted in his hair, now loosened from his halfhearted bun.

“Yeah? That feels so good, doesn’t it?” A sharp tug of his silky strands had him whimper louder, “Say it, Rex. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

His tongue felt heavy, pathetic high pitched whimpers leaving his lips in response to her words. The pleasure was mind blowing, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he felt her walls clench around his length.

“Use your words, baby…” She slowed her pace, peppering kisses to his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere until you speak.”

“N-no! No… don’t stop- fuck! Fuck… don’t fucking stop, baby… feels so good! Your pussy’s so tight…” He blurts out in a panic, not wanting her to take away his release again.

It’s been hours since they’ve been at it, a retaliation at his snarky mouth poking and tugging at her patience until it wears thin.

“Yeah? You’re sorry for what you said?” Her hips pick up the pace, her lips latched onto the column of his throat as she drew out a whine past his lips and a blooming hickey.

“Yes! Fuck… I take it all back… just pl-please! Don’t stop!”

“Good boy…” That purr set him off, his breath stuttered as he shot rope after rope of seed into her warm velvet heat.

[tearvls]

Bratty power bottom! Rex and GN reader smut drabble

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who makes it his personal mission to piss you off all day long—just for fun. Whether it's the smallest teases or full-on flirting with the nearest hot guy or girl, Rex makes sure you're watching every second of it. He’ll lean in too close, laugh too hard, let his hands linger just long enough to get your blood boiling. And when your jaw clenches or your eyes darken? That’s his favorite part. He lives for it.

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who will yank you away from whatever you’re doing, claiming it’s an emergency—only to shove you into the nearest empty room, lock the door, and drop to his knees like he’s starving. He’ll pull your pants down like it’s a race against time, stroke you just right, just fast enough to get you twitching at the edge… then stop. With a mischievous little laugh, he’ll lean up and whisper, “Sorry, babe,” like he didn’t just commit a crime. And before you can catch him, he’s gone—bolting out the door, giggling like a damn schoolgirl, leaving you hanging and pissed as hell.

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who gets exactly what he wanted when you finally snap. He’s biting into the pillow, muffling his own moans as you pound into him like it’s a punishment. And maybe it is. He gasps and begs for you to slow down, says he’s sorry, swears he’ll never tease you again—but you’ve heard that line before. He’s said it the first time. And the second. And the third. But the moment he can walk straight again, he’s right back to pushing every one of your buttons with that cocky little grin.

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who always seems to have one last round in him. You’ll collapse beside him after wrecking him good, thinking he’s finally done… until he pounces. Like a damn tiger. You never figured out how the hell he has the stamina to keep going, but somehow he does (three rounds is his limit, you’ve tested it). He’ll straddle you, dragging his fingers across every inch of your skin—everywhere except where you want him. He’ll twist your nipples just to watch you twitch before he starts grinding down, fucking himself on your cock—or strap on—while begging for you to touch his aching, untouched dick. Whining, panting, still so greedy for your attention.

[fruitsywriting]

Hi! Was just wondering if you could do mark x rex x gn!reader hcs where reader basically are/has the personality of blue diamond (from steven universe) story/scenario can be completely up to you! :3

Note: This took me so long because I have never watched Steven Universe so I was researching it... then i got hit with being sick because of my medication.. it was a lot. Sorry for any errors I got in this, I tried my best with what I could comprehend lol.

Ship: Rex x Gn!Reader x Mark

Fandom: Invincible

Warnings: None

This is a small drabble I was able to do after rewriting this a few times.

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As the battle against a villain they had never seen before drags out, Rex is wondering where the hell Invincible is. Or, where the hell the rest of the heroes are. It’s hard when it’s only Rex on the scene, trying to keep this villain from injuring more civilians. All he can do is throw small explosions to move the villain back while trying to use the big ones to at least stun him or injure him. It feels like hours before Atom Eve and Invincible show up and have a hand in safely capturing this new villain. 

Invincible, Mark Grayson, turns to Rex with a sheepish smile and hovers down to land in front of Rex.

“Sorry about that, Eve and I-”

“Were what??” Rex snaps without even thinking about it.

Mark is taken aback before getting defensive himself, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous. You and Eve aren’t even dating anymore!”

Rex can’t let the real reason slip through, he can’t let Mark know that lately he catches himself staring at Mark a little too longer than usual. How he has been slacking as a hero, because he’s distracted thinking about Mark, and secretly hoping that Invincible will come while simultaneously giving him shit saying he had it- in a joking manner of course. He can’t let him know he doesn’t want Mark dating Eve because he wants Mark. He bites his tongue and walks away, muttering about how all of this is bullshit. Mark just sighs and rants to Eve about it, he thought him and Rex were cool but as the last two weeks have been going on- it appears differently.

Rex is helping check on the civilians among the one building that was destroyed. Good news is the building was small, and caused minimal damage- and it was a work building meaning no one lost a home. Someone immediately catches his attention. They appear sad, maybe they’re hurt or worried. Something, something he should definitely check on to make sure they’re okay.

“Hey, are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?” He asks politely, while scanning over their body for obvious injuries.

“Ah no, I’m fine.” Their voice is tranquil to listen to, calming but also in a state of grieving. He wants to ask more questions, but none are coming to mind as they lift their head ever so slightly so their eyes are available to look at. 

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That was when you met Rex. He was checking in on you every so often, to the point it would be considered weird. But he quickly clarifies that your demeanor seems blue, and he just wants to make sure you’re at least mentally okay. The thought warmed your heart and you were able to make small talk with him. You could tell that it was more than just your sorrowful yet tranquil demeanor that intrigued him however. You definitely knew when he slipped a piece of paper with several digits on it, along with his name. It was just confirmation.

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It took you a few days before you texted him, because of several reasons. One, you were looking for a new job. Two, you were distracted and somewhat laying in bed all day. Three, he made you a little nervous. Perhaps it was a crush forming, or perhaps the man was just intimidating. However- you finally got the courage and sent the message.

You: Hi, it’s me from the other day.

Rex: Took you long enough

Rex: Jkjk

Rex: How are you doing?

After making small talk with him, he tries to call you. You jump at the notification flashing on your screen and you take several deep breaths before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hi, do you wanna go to dinner with me?”

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At first, dinner with Rex was peaceful and good. He knew the perfect amount of talking to do, knew when you wanted to be quiet for a minute to enjoy the meal without someone talking with food in their mouth. He seemed like a genuine guy, so far- a second date was looking promising for the both of you.

That was, until halfway through the main course meal a man harshly sat down next to him. He crossed his arms like he was mad at Rex (and you couldn’t help but look at how his arms flexed in his short sleeved T-shirt.). Rex looks shocked for a moment before he grimaces. 

(In Mark’s defense, he didn’t know this was a date he was crashing)

“Are you going to tell me what’s your problem? I thought we were going good but you got mad at me? Is it jealousy, Rex?” Mark says in a demanding but angered tone. Rex matches the energy, because ain’t no way Mark just crashed on his date talking about being jealous. 

“This can wait-”

“No, because you’ve been ignoring my texts and calls. Why are you so mad? I’m not-”

“Mark, I’m in the middle of something.” He gestures to the table, food, and to you. You sit there awkwardly, and have a completely different impression of what is going on. 

“Rex, are you in an open relationship or something? Is this your boyfriend?” 

The two whip their heads around to you, stunned by the blunt question. They both talk over each other, trying to clear things up, trying to smooth things out, and trying to explain themselves. You have to calmly interrupt them, by holding up a hand.

“I don’t mind, but I would’ve preferred a heads up. Unless you were planning to tell me later during dinner, then I wouldn’t have minded.”

Rex cuts off that thought, “Mark isn’t my boyfriend.”

Mark is sitting there, connecting dots before he gasps, “Wait, were you jealous of Eve?? Do you like me?”

“WHAT”

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This is when you enter the stage of trying to navigate Polyamory with them. It took a long talk about it, with you explaining the concept to them before they decided to try it. Mark is interested in you, but not in the same way Rex is. Rex sees you as someone who is a calming force in his life, someone who balances out everything and is very empathetic. Mark sees you as someone who can understand him a little better than most on an emotional level. Even if you don’t go through what he did, the way you take on his emotions makes him feel like you deeply understand. Who knew that you would be the bridge that helped Mark and Rex make up and see their feelings for each other- and for you?

[in-your-skele]

Rex Sloane x Self Drabble

I rolled my eyes as I once again listened to rex drone on and on about how Katie had been bullying him again. I never knew why he ever came crying to me about it like I could do something. Katie just didn't like him, it was quite plain and simple. Everyone on the team knew how much she truly despised him. In the way her dark eyes would narrow just slightly when he would enter a room, how her full lips would part in a silent sigh when he would ask an obvious question, how the brown skin, just a few shades lighter than my own, between her brows would crease anytime she would hear him utter something truly idiotic. Even I found myself at times doing things similar to her whenever my patience was low that day.

Thankfully for Rex, today I was in a better mood, bored, but still in a decent enough mood to listen to his insistent babbling. We were currently in the lounge area of the guardians HQ, no one else was around so we had the entire lunge to ourselves.

What a win

"Gaaaabee! You're not listening again." Rex whined as he leaned across the off white table between us, his long lings easily reaching out to let his fingers tangle along with mine. His cloused finger pads rubbed lightly against my softer and smooth ones. He looked up from our interlocked fingers to meet my dark eyes hidden behind the clear lenses of my glasses. He had that usual pout on his face whenever I would ignore him, sometimes it made me regret being so willing to allow him to touch me.

I huffed rolling my eyes, but I made not action to move my hand away from his in the slightest. My hand shifted closer to his so he wouldn't be leaning across the table like he was reaching for a treat. I DIDINT fail to notice a small smile grace his pretty full lips when I leaned over to allow him to hold out hands in the center of the table between us, allowing him to mess with my fingers and hands like I would him.

"sorry dude, just been in my head a lot recently with all this stuff goin on. Ya know?" I asked, staring at him as if awaiting an answer to the greatest question in the world. Which, with the current stress it was feeling like it.

Rex paused his hands for a moment which had let go of one of my hands to allow me to rest my cheek on. Both of his larger hands closed around my one smaller like he was trying to heat it up in the middle of a cold night. His brows furrowed as if he was searching his often empty mind for the best combination of words in the right order to offer me some form of comfort. He had comforted people before, knowing how to read them and gauge the best way to give them solace.

But that was the issue with me, he could never truly read me. Even despite our turmoil together, our strength together, and our bond as both heroes and friends together, I had never really shown my true self to him. Always keeping up a shield around everyone, only letting them see just a peek into my true self before I would shut the door back.

Sighing he kept his eyes on his hands, noting the light scaring on the warm tan skin of his that encapsulated my own deep caramel brown skin of my own hands. Biting the inside of his cheek his lips finally parted as he spoke.

"yeah, I get it. Cecil hasnt been too hard on ya has he? I know ya told me his training was becoming a pain in the ass to keep up with." He peeked up, a few strands of ginger hair falling from his messy bun. His eyes scanned me over, training on my eyes that stayed hidden behind my glasses, the clear lenses and frames offering a barrier between my soul and those trying to peer inside.

"uh, well, I've gotten stronger, but the training is... Intense to say the least. Cecil wants me to be as close to Mark in power as possible-" I spoke, a tired expression on my face as I turned to look away, resisting the urge to click my tongue and suck my teeth at the distasteful thought of having to train so much to be on par with an alien. However my thoughts were cut short by a click of a tongue.

I glanced at rex and his irritated expression and I couldn't help but chuckle. I used my extra hands and playfully reached over the table to push at his face. He grumbled again before starting to play with my hand again.

"he wants you to be on the same level as mark? The guy who is currently the strongest being on earth, the one with super strength, durability, fli-" he started to use one hand to start to list off the abilities mark has making me roll my eyes before interrupting him with a wave of my hand.

"yeah yeah we all know how great Mark is. But, in Cecil's words, 'he is a double edged sword so he needs a damned good shield to keep him Sharp' or something along those lines. I dunno."

I waved my hand dismissively to him. He stared at me with a dead panned expression to his face.

"look, I have light durability as well! My bubbles and healing aren't my only ability. I have always had more, like I also have flight, but I've never fully used it with my boots so I didn't need to." I shrug like what I was spouting was common knowledge. Everyone assumed I could float and just use my boots to move me wherever I needed but they just give me a boost for my slow flight speed.

"besides T-Rex, on the upside I get to hang out with mark. Ah and get to see him all sweaty and worked up during our training together." I know rex probably thought he saw hearts swirling around my head like a cartoon or something with the way I was talking about mark. It wasn't a secret to the man in front of me or my closest friend Katie with how... Down bad I was for Mark grayson.

Despite our rocky beginning and my sour attitude towards him for making me have to do more work I did warm up to him after he saved me a few times and I took him out for food as a thanks. Ever since I met him I've called him cute but as we got to know one another more the word cute around others has to to hot or sexy even at times when I'm bold around rex and Katie. Katie encourages my down bad tendencies and hell even rex does as well but I assume by the shake of his head he wasn't in the mood to encourage my tom foolery.

"leave it to the great gabe to find the bright side in brutal training is looking at a guy's ass." He rolled his eyes before peeking and smirking at my blushing face. He dramatically sighs before he once again leans all over the table between us, acting like a spoiled dog when the owner gives more attention to another pet.

"but I understand, me and Katie are just some side hoes now huh? All those talks about how you'd do tricks on my shit was it all a lie!" He dramatically pretends to cry over the table like I had just stepped on his toe or something in my boots. Which did happen one time and he swears it still hurts to this day. (Its obviously a lie but he just likes to mess with me.) I sigh as I shake my head before running my fingers through his silky ginger hair.

"yep, I lied. I totally wouldn't do tricks on it, wouldn't bend over and let you even stare at my amazingly voluptuous ass cheeks. You know what." I suddenly stood up, wiping a fake tear from my eye as I moved from behind the table to pretend to walk away.

"you're right we can't keep doing this when Mark is my main bitch. I can't even let you come and cuddle, let alone rest your head on my thighs so close to my sacred punany. Goodbye side hoe." Rex scrambled off the table chuckling for a brief second before fake crying as he quickly ran up behind me hugging me from behind.

"NOOOO! Leave him! Me and Katie are better for you! We can keep a secret, mark doesn't have to knoooww! Just don't leave me! Don't leave us!" He fell onto his knees on the ground behind me. And I tried my hardest to stay in character.

I turned around and stared down at him with a serious expression. "Sigh, you're right. I can't leave my two favorite side bitches. Okay, I won't leave you two for Mark, at least for now." Rex grinned before I chuckled braking character, I pushed his face back roughly making him nearly fall back before he caught himself with a hand planted on the ground. "And get your dog ass up, I only want you on your knees if we fuckin or fighting ya hear boy."

He chuckled before standing up and sitting his hands. He followed me back to the table, grabbing his phone. Just as he was about to sit back in his seat I instead patted the part of the booth beside me. He paused before grinning, pushing the table away just a bit so his head wouldn't be under the table before climbing onto the booth and laying down, his arms wrapping around my thick plush thighs and his head on my lap.

I chuckled as I watched him turn his phone on, checking the time before looking at me. I hummed before I pushed his phone up a bit and unlocked his phone (it was his birthday) before clicking on Instagram to look on reels. "Eh, I'll just have to run a few extra laps and do a few more reps for being late. But I don't mind. Now c'mon get to scrolling slave daddy is hungry for reels." Rex visibly cringed when I called myself daddy before he shook his head and clicked on the reels button.

As he scrolled through reels, giving me a look at his fyp, I pulled his hair tie loose letting his hair fall on my lap. I pulled the hair tie around my wrist before I started to run my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. I felt him shift to be more comfortable on my lap and lean more into my touch which made me smile a bit. I leaned down and rubbed my nose to his forehead, something similar to how I would rub my cheek against katie's sometimes when I was extra affectionate. I smile a bit as my fangs expose before I whisper lowly.

"thanks for listening and trying to make me relax more. You're better than you hold yourself to Rex. Love ya bro." I felt him sigh before leaning his face to look at mine. Our noses brushed as he stared up at me with a stupid cocky grin he would have whenever I gave him praise for something.

"aw thanks shortcake, and hear I thought you just liked to be around me for my sexy body. Not that I could blame you of course." He winked making me chuckle and pushed his face away before I leaned away from his face.

"ah well that's part of it. I don't like to surround myself with ugly people." I stated confidently, to which rex snickered before looking back at his screen as I went back to massaging his scalp in a way that had him like putty in my lap.

I smiled down at the way the light from the phone seemed to make his best features pop. Not that I minded, nor he, we knew we both most definitely would fuck each other and even stated one day we would.

(pinky promised and everything)

I rolled my eyes at the thought before I looked down at his screen before uttering simple words that always shocked him.

"one day, I'm gonna peg you."

"wait what!?"

[oystermark]

gn!reader x mark (heres their encounters w variants) (here's the rex splode version)

thinking about a reader with the power/curse of deadly touch. cecil extracted them from their home planet with a shit ton of help and a shit ton of money as a baby and they have been raised by the GDA pretty much, with the only person that didn't wear protective suits around them being cecil, they are pretty much a deadly weapon under cecil's command.

cecil uses them mostly to help people die peacefully, patients that have just had enough and want to end their lives comfortably, people who have been destroyed so savagely by a villain yet not enough, just on the brink of death but not quite there? your touch brings them the peace they have been begging for.

you, on the other hand, obviously loathe this. your touch doesn't just work on people, it works on All living beings. you've tried gloves, tried special fabrics cecil had bought for you but no, nothing, nothing ever seems to block this power of yours.

after a rather rough mission of going around the hospital to ... help, you just... broke down on the floor at your last patient's door. you were giving them peace, sure, your touch wa making them feel as close as they can get to heaven with how...warm the sensation you bring them, sure, but you cannot, ever touch another being. to you, your touch only brings about destruction, you can never get too close you can never touch, hug, kiss, love another being.

your chest heaving and your sobs dying down a bit, you try to haul yourself up as alarm bells blare inside your head when you feel someone's touch on your forearm. you quickly pull away with a strangled sob, afraid to open your eyes and see the sight before you. but that hand... touched you, again.

"hey, i'm sorry for startling you."

you finally opened your eyes and... came face to face with the hotshot of heroes, Invincible. he looked so worried, but....alive.

alive.

breathing.

blinking.

his touch is so warm.

alive.

he's saying something but your ears are ringing and your brain feels like it's stuffed with cotton.

noticing your trembling frame and shocked state he hauls you to sit down on one of the chairs in the hallway.

you finally calm down enough with his hand on your back. he looks at you like you're made of glass, such a soft look for an abomination like you.

"are...are you alright?" he coughs awkwardly when you don't answer, you look into his eyes for a moment and finally speak, though it feels like thousands of barbed wires are wrapped around your throat.

"can i...can i, hold your hand? please..."

he blinks for a second, his face morphs into that soft expression once again, "of course, here," he holds your hand and oh.

you feel alive. warmth seeps under your skin, it lights up your nerves and your brain rattles in your skull. his smell coats all of your senses, his touch feels so warm that you start crying again. his eyebrows furrow and he holds your hand tighter, his other arm wrapping around you to comfort you and that only makes you sob harder,

"its okay, whatever it is, it's going to be okay. i promise,"

it feels like he's talking to himself as much as he's talking to you.

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WOAW this got out of hand erm! i just saw castorice's new animation and i cried so hard i just thought of a reader with similar powers.....i genuinely might make this a series but uh take this drabble for now

[gatorbites-imagines]

Sorry but i need Rex or Mark or both to bully the m! Reader into overstimulation. Maybe just a handjob or blowjob idk i don't care i just need them smug and the reader whimpering please please please

Mark Grayson x Rex Sloan x Male reader 

Drabble 

Couldnt find a gif of mark and rex together, so just have this instead.

I started rubbing my hands together like an evil fly when I saw this. Reader is kinda based on spiderman, cuz I like his suit. 

sorry if this is kinda poo, im still exhausted and stressed but i wanted to write.

Invincibles grip as ironclad where his arms were wound around you, your arms stuck to your sides as Rex-splode stood in front of you, your thighs spread over his hips when as they jolted and twitched. You really should start calling them by their real names, even if they had only just told you. 

You were no big hero like them, you cared for your neighborhood and the little guy, kept your head down and helped where it was needed. The only major thing you did, was confront the boss of the GDA and call him out for all the messed up stuff he did in the name of the “greater good”. 

It had apparently been enough to catch the attention of the two much more widely known heroes. At least enough for them to search you out. You had always heard that Invincible was a nice guy, a little awkward, but good in most regards. He didn't feel so nice as he cooed in your head, so easily holding you in place even when you yourself could lift tons. 

Rex was no better, a cocky almost mean grin on his face as his gloved hand slicked up and down your hard aching dick. His tone was almost mocking as he cooed about your size, how you were bigger than he expected from someone so lithe. 

They weren't all cruel and mean though, Mark would kiss at your neck and chin, even as it was still covered by your mask and suit, and Rex would at times give you such thick praise that your toes ached from how hard they curled inside your boots. 

A shriek ripped its way out of your throat when Rex started rubbing the flat of his palm against your tip in tight circles, the explosive hero poking his tongue out between his teeth in concentration. 

“Woah, careful, I think he's gonna lose it if you do that” Mark hummed against the side of your head, his lips near your ear. It clearly wasn't meant for you, but it still made a warbled moan leave your throat. 

“Think he already has, just look at how much he's leaking” Rex snickered, fingers pinching your tip, all mean and tight, and enough to make your hips fuck upwards hard enough to make his grip dislodge for a moment. 

“It's kinda cute” Mark stated, easily switching his hold so only one powerful arm was wrapped around your middle, the other gripping your hips to keep you still. “Well yeah, it's like a fountain down here” Rex replied, grabbing you with both hands to start working his hands in quick cruel jerks. 

“Come on spidey, show me your webs” Rex almost cackled, as if that statement was the funniest thing he could come up with. Normally you would have told him that you didn't actually make your own webs, but his cruel tight grip and arms immovable hands left you feeling like mush and unable to think. 

Your legs jolted and kicked out into the air like you had been electrocuted, a trembling needy sob tumbling out through your mask, your entire body tensing as you felt your balls draw up tight before unloading. 

“Therrreee we go, come on, give it here, we want it” Rex purred, his grip just as tight and cruel as before as his movements slowed down to a milking motion instead, the two heroes entranced as they watched you spill all over the stretchy tight fabric of your suit and torso. 

Your noises became higher pitched and almost pained as Rex kept moving his hands, the overstimulation burning and making your ears ring, but Mark easily kept you still, his lips pressing feather light kisses against your neck and shoulders as they bullied you, no, tortured you. 

“Bet you got more in there, don't you Spidey. Wanna show us? Hm?” Mark said against your neck, his teeth sinking into the fabric of your suit, ripping it just enough for him to press his tongue against your pulse. 

You had a feeling that this wasnt gonna be over anytime soon, and that Mark and Rex were gonna keep going until you were milked dry, you passed out, or you actually told them to stop, neither of which you felt was gonna be anytime soon. 

[bunji-enthusiast]

unwilling bond

Summary || Radcliffe in a mysterious set of circumstances, passes away far earlier then of his expected years. So Cecil Stedman, the now new director of the Global Defense Agency, begrudgingly takes in a freshly-traumatized Rex Sloan.

WC: 5.9k

note // sort of an au thing, I asked @ground-control-2-major-tom23 for permission. here's the initial post of the au. Basically different intervals of time where their dynamic slowlyyy changes, I think.

[5:72. Morning, first meet]

The air in the office feels thicker than it should. Cecil stands by the large desk, his fingers tapping impatiently against the sleek surface as he waits for Rex to be brought in. The office is stark, utilitarian—nothing like the comfort of Radcliffe’s leadership, but more functional. He’s just taken the reins of the Global Defense Agency after Radcliffe’s death, and now this... kid. He can already feel the weight of the situation pressing on him.

The door swings open with a quiet thud, and in steps Rex, flanked by two agents, who seem like they’d rather be anywhere else. Rex’s posture is casual, almost arrogant, like he owns the place already. His gaze is sharp, defiant—a kid who’s been through a lot, and who’s somehow come out the other side even harder. But there’s also something else there: a dangerous rawness, a level of instability that could either burn bright or burn him out.

Rex doesn’t look like he’s expecting much from Cecil, and frankly, neither does Cecil. He’d heard the stories—about Rex’s explosiveness, his bravado, his complete lack of regard for authority. But Radcliffe’s absence has created a vacuum, and in the aftermath of that loss, this kid is one of the last things Cecil wanted to deal with.

Cecil keeps his expression unreadable as the agents leave, the door closing softly behind them. He leans back in his chair and eyes Rex coolly, giving him a once-over. The kid’s appearance isn’t exactly reassuring: his clothes are a mess, his stance is a bit too cocky, and the way he holds himself screams unreliable. He’s clearly used to doing things on his own—too used to it.

"Rex Sloan," Cecil starts, voice calm, yet there’s an edge of authority there. "I’m Director Cecil Stedman. I don’t have time for games, so let’s get right to it."

Rex doesn’t flinch. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, as if sizing Cecil up, and then shrugs his shoulders, letting out a sharp breath through his nose. “You the new boss then? Guess you’re stuck with me.”

Cecil’s lips twitch in a barely concealed frown. He’s heard that tone before—the I don’t care about you attitude, the sort of reckless bravado that usually gets people hurt. But this is different. This kid isn't just playing at being tough. There’s something deeper, something raw. This kid’s an explosion waiting to happen.

"I suppose so," Cecil replies evenly. “You’ve got a lot of... potential. And that’s the only reason you’re here. But I won’t waste time pretending this is a field trip for you. You’ve heard of the Global Defense Agency, yes? We have a different way of doing things here.”

Rex snorts, clearly uninterested. "I’ve heard about all the crazy experiments, all the weapons and whatever the hell else you guys get up to. Sounds more like a science project than a superhero gig."

There’s a flicker of something in Rex’s eyes—something more dangerous than just disrespect—and it catches Cecil off guard for a split second. The kid’s words are flippant, sure, but there’s an undercurrent of rage underneath them. It’s like he’s been used to being pushed, tested, and hurt in ways most people can’t even imagine. And now, he’s learned to cover it up with sarcasm and defiance.

“That may be true,” Cecil responds, not missing the challenge in Rex’s eyes. “But we don’t play here. We’re not just trying to save the world—we’re making sure it stays intact long enough to be saved. People like you are here for a reason, Rex. You’ve got power, but power’s nothing if you don’t know how to control it.”

Rex steps forward, arms crossed over his chest, leaning slightly against the desk in a casual but purposeful way. “Control, huh? What, you think I don’t know what I’m doing?”

There’s a sharpness in his voice now—a mix of pride and anger, like he’s been told too many times to control himself, and he’s just sick of hearing it.

“I think you don’t know what you’re doing,” Cecil replies, his voice still steady but carrying a weight behind it that Rex isn’t expecting. “I think you’ve got a lot of potential, but you’re flying blind. You’ve got explosive power, Rex. You can destroy things, but you have no idea how to make that work for you, for the greater good.”

The silence between them thickens, and for the first time, Cecil sees it—the briefest flicker of vulnerability behind Rex’s defiant mask. It’s gone almost as quickly as it appears, but it’s enough to make Cecil pause.

The kid has been damaged. And maybe Cecil’s starting to realize that he’s not just here to train him as an agent. This is bigger than that.

“I’ve been doing fine on my own,” Rex mutters, as if trying to convince himself more than Cecil. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“You’re right,” Cecil says, leaning forward slightly, eyes narrowing. “You don’t. But here’s the thing: you’ve been doing fine by accident. What you’ve done so far is survive. But survival isn’t enough. Not when the stakes are this high.”

Rex scoffs and starts to turn away, but Cecil’s next words stop him cold.

“We’re fighting more than just bad guys, Rex. We're fighting a war. And wars are won by those who can control their power, who can think, who know how to take a step back and evaluate the bigger picture. Not by people who just go off half-cocked and burn everything in sight.”

Rex halts, standing still for just a second. His back is turned to Cecil now, but there’s something different about the way he’s standing—something tentative. His shoulders aren’t as tense, his jaw isn’t as tight. There’s a crack in his armor, just enough for Cecil to see the real kid underneath the bravado.

“Sounds like you’ve got a plan,” Rex says quietly, voice lowered.

“I always have a plan,” Cecil replies, his voice steady but with a hint of something else—a glimmer of something that might be almost... compassion? He quickly suppresses it. “But it’s not about me, Rex. It’s about you. You’re here because Radcliffe saw potential in you. Now, it’s my job to make sure that potential doesn’t get you killed.”

Rex turns back toward him slowly, the defiance still there, but something else, too. Something like a flicker of respect.

“I don’t know about you, old man,” Rex says, his tone still a little rough, “but I’m not used to taking orders.”

Cecil chuckles dryly, standing up from the desk, his gaze still steady on the kid. “I’m not asking you to like it. But you will follow orders. You will learn to control that chaos inside you.

Rex glares at him, but it’s not the same as before. This time, there’s something like curiosity behind his eyes, like he’s wondering if Cecil really knows what he’s talking about.

Cecil watches him closely, and for the first time since Radcliffe’s death, he wonders if he’s up for the task of taming this wild thing.

One thing’s for sure: Rex Sloan isn’t going to be easy to deal with. But then again, maybe that’s exactly what Cecil needs right now.

The kid’s a challenge, sure. But maybe—just maybe—he could turn out to be more than just a loose cannon.

“Welcome to the GDA, Rex,” Cecil says, his voice quieter now. “Whether you like it or not, you’re here for the long haul.”

[12:27. Midday, one year later]

The room is quiet, but the air inside feels stifling. Above Cecil, the ceiling is decorated with clouds, trying to appear soft and comforting, but in reality, they only seem to emphasize the tension in the room. It’s not the place for a kid, especially not a kid like Rex Sloan.

Cecil sits behind a desk, his tired eyes scanning through reports of various world-ending threats. But all of it feels like background noise to him, because across from him, Rex—wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants—sits on a chair, arms crossed, gaze stubbornly fixed on the ceiling, clearly doing his best to ignore the looming responsibility.

“Hey,” Cecil says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You need to stop calling me ‘old man,’ alright? I’m… well, I’m older than you, but it’s not like I’m that old.”

Rex doesn’t look at him, just mumbles under his breath, “Old man.”

Cecil sighs, setting down the report and leaning forward, both hands resting on the desk. His frustration is palpable, but he hides it behind his usual calm demeanor. “You’re going to have to start acting like you’re, you know, a little bit more mature. You’re a liability as much as you’re an asset, kid.”

Rex throws him a glance but doesn’t respond. He’s been through this speech more times than he can count.

“I’m not your damn babysitter,” Cecil mutters, leaning back in his chair. "But clearly, we don’t have a choice. You can’t be running around blowing things up—again. You’re staying here, and you’ll be doing what I tell you."

Rex rolls his eyes dramatically, the very picture of teenage rebellion. “Whatever, old man. I’m not some little kid. I don’t need a babysitter. I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, that’s worked out really well so far,” Cecil says with a dry chuckle, but he immediately regrets the tone. Rex’s eyes flash with something—anger? Maybe. A slight twitch of his lips betrays a trace of something else, too. Guilt? But he quickly masks it with his usual bravado.

“I’m not here because I want to be. But fine, if you wanna play the ‘parent’ card, go ahead,” Rex mutters, picking at the sleeve of his hoodie. “But you should know... I didn’t ask for any of this. Don’t think this means I’m gonna start acting like a little angel for you.”

The comment stings, but Cecil knows it’s true. Rex didn’t ask for this life. None of them did. It doesn’t make it any easier to deal with, but it does make it more understandable.

The silence stretches for a moment as Cecil searches for the right words. “I’m just trying to keep you from making the same mistakes. I’ve been around long enough to see the potential in people like you, Rex. You don’t have to be a screw-up. You don’t have to be a liability.”

Rex snorts, rolling his eyes again. “Oh, right. ‘Potential.’ You mean I’m just some project to you, don’t you?”

Cecil’s gaze sharpens, the faintest flicker of his old, colder self slipping through. “I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to like it. But you’re not getting rid of me that easily. And believe me, I’ve dealt with worse.”

There’s an uncomfortable pause. Rex stiffens, a flicker of vulnerability hidden behind his usual façade. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, he reaches up to rub at his hair, trying to force the tension out of his body.

After a long moment, Rex mutters, almost to himself, “Yeah, well... It’s not like I asked for this either.”

Cecil doesn’t know how to respond to that. There’s nothing he can say to make it better, and he knows that. What he can do is keep trying—whether Rex wants it or not. He sighs, looking over the papers on his desk.

“Fine. You don’t have to like it. But you’re going to stick around here and stop causing more trouble. If you’re staying here, you might as well do something productive with your time. This isn’t a vacation, kid.”

Rex huffs, clearly not impressed. “Great. Just great. So what? I’m supposed to be the perfect little soldier now? Go be a hero? What’s next, you gonna start giving me daily drills?”

“Something like that,” Cecil says dryly. “You’ll start by training with the team. Maybe you’ll learn to control that temper of yours. Or maybe we’ll have to get another ‘lesson’ in how to deal with... things when they don’t go your way.”

Rex glares at him, but something about Cecil's steady gaze seems to take the wind out of his sails. He slouches back into the chair, arms crossed again. "Fine. Whatever. I'll... I'll play along. But if anyone else calls me a kid, I'm gonna explode on 'em."

“You’re already one step away from a temper tantrum as it is,” Cecil mutters, but there's a smirk on his lips as he stands up. "Now, come on. You're not getting out of this. There's work to be done, and you're not going to sit here all day pretending you're not a part of it."

As they walk out of the room, Cecil can’t help but glance over at the ceiling again. The clouds, he realizes, don’t do much to calm the storm swirling inside his head.

[00:00. Midnight, two days later]

The air is thick with the hum of machinery, the scent of sweat, and the metallic tang of combat. A large, industrial-style training room stretches before them, the floor covered in padded mats and several practice dummies set up at various points. The walls are lined with weapons, shields, and all manner of tools meant for battle.

Cecil stands in the middle of the room, arms folded, watching as Rex stands off to the side, an unimpressed look on his face. Rex’s hoodie is gone now, replaced by standard GDA training gear: a tight-fitting shirt and pants, the kind designed to maximize mobility and absorb sweat. But the outfit doesn’t seem to make him feel any less out of place.

The kid looks like he’s about to explode from the sheer indignity of it all.

"You want me to—what?" Rex asks, his voice a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“Learn how to fight,” Cecil replies dryly, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, no shit. But I already know how to fight. You’ve seen it.” Rex takes a step back, hands in his pockets. His stance is casual, too casual for someone about to engage in combat training, but it’s clear he’s doing it on purpose. He wants to act like he’s above it all.

Cecil steps forward, closer to Rex, his voice becoming sharper. “I’ve seen you blow things up. I’ve seen you get yourself into trouble. But what you haven’t learned—what you need to learn—is how to control it. You’re not a walking weapon, Rex. You’re supposed to be someone the GDA can rely on. That means discipline. Strategy. Knowing when to hold back.”

Rex scoffs, clearly not buying it. “Yeah, right. You’ve got to be kidding. I’m supposed to just... follow some rules? What’s next, you’re gonna have me recite the GDA Code or something?”

Cecil’s gaze hardens, but his voice doesn’t raise. Instead, it’s steady and measured. “You’re already dangerous, Rex. You’ve got skills. But you’ve been relying on instinct. That’s not enough when the stakes are higher. It’s not enough when you’re dealing with people who can kill you in a second. We’re not playing games here. You’re either going to learn how to fight smart, or you’re going to end up dead before you even see it coming.”

Rex bristles, but beneath the anger, there’s something else—a flicker of unease. “And what, you think you can teach me how to be some kind of... perfect soldier?” His voice cracks slightly, betraying his frustration. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be part of the GDA. I didn’t ask for any of it.”

Cecil’s expression softens, just the faintest amount, before he answers. “No one asks for it, Rex. But here we are. And I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m asking you to survive.”

The same dance, but fortunately, with time—Cecil’s patience had not easily waxed.

There’s a brief silence. Rex looks away, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Cecil can feel the tension in the air, the resistance that’s practically radiating off the kid. But beneath it all, he senses a flicker of something else. Rex doesn’t want to admit it—probably doesn’t even realize it himself—but he wants to learn. He wants to be better.

But he’s scared. Scared of losing the one thing that’s kept him in control—his raw, unrefined power.

“You’ll start simple,” Cecil says, breaking the silence. “We’ll work on the basics first. Reflexes. Timing. Accuracy. Then, we’ll build up to more advanced techniques. You’ll learn to fight with precision, not just anger. I know you’ve got it in you. But you’ve got to stop acting like you’ve already figured it all out.”

Rex glares at him, but Cecil sees the flicker of doubt in his eyes. “Fine,” Rex mutters, clearly not thrilled by the prospect of actually working on this. “But I’m not gonna be some kind of robot, alright?”

“Never said you had to be,” Cecil replies with a hint of amusement. “But you’ll learn that control is what separates the reckless from the deadly. The ones who survive—and the ones who don’t.”

Rex grumbles under his breath but steps onto the mats. Cecil gives him a knowing look.

“Alright, let’s start with something simple,” Cecil says, grabbing a set of training pads and slipping them onto his forearms. “I want you to throw a punch. Just one. Hit me as hard as you can.”

Rex scoffs again, but he moves into position, cracking his knuckles as if the entire situation is beneath him. He takes a few steps forward, shifting his weight onto his back leg, before launching a punch at Cecil’s side. It’s fast—too fast for someone his age, someone who hasn’t had proper training—but it lacks finesse, a lack of control that only comes from reckless abandon.

Cecil catches the punch with ease, his arm moving with trained precision. Rex is caught off guard for a moment, his eyes widening as Cecil effortlessly redirects the strike.

“Again,” Cecil says, his tone firm but not unkind.

Rex hesitates, then throws another punch—this time with more power, more commitment behind it. Cecil steps aside this time, his body moving fluidly as he avoids the blow. Rex stumbles slightly, but it’s clear the kid is starting to get frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Cecil asks, his voice quiet, yet commanding. “You were faster last time. You had the edge. But now you’re second-guessing yourself.”

Rex doesn’t answer, only grits his teeth and tries again. And again. And again. His frustration mounts with each failed attempt, and Cecil watches, almost patiently, as the kid works through it.

After a few more attempts, Rex is breathing heavily, his muscles aching from the effort. He slouches back, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “This is bullshit,” he mutters under his breath.

“Control, Rex,” Cecil says, his voice low. “I’m not asking you to be perfect, but you can’t just throw yourself at me like that. Every time you act on pure instinct, you make yourself predictable. I need you to think, to anticipate what’s next.”

Rex scowls at him, but beneath the bravado, he looks like he’s starting to understand. “Whatever,” he mutters. “I’m not some damn soldier. I’m me. I don’t need to be what you want me to be.”

Cecil watches him closely, feeling that pang of something—whether it’s frustration, or maybe something deeper, something he can’t quite place. The kid is stubborn. But that’s exactly what makes him dangerous.

“You will be,” Cecil says quietly, more to himself than to Rex. "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you will be. And when the time comes, you’ll be ready. You’ll be deadlier than you ever thought possible."

Rex, still out of breath, raises an eyebrow. "Is that what this is all about? Making me deadlier?"

Cecil doesn’t respond right away, but the answer is in his eyes. It's the same as it always is. He wants Rex to survive. He wants him to learn to control it—control the chaos inside him, turn it into something that can make him stronger, more dangerous.

“Yeah, kid,” Cecil finally says, his voice low but firm. “Deadlier.”

And with that, Rex looks at him, an unreadable expression crossing his face. He’s not there yet—but for the first time, it seems like he’s starting to understand.

[7:15. Afternoon, five months later]

The low thrum of machinery and the crisp smell of sweat fill the air as Rex steps into the now familiar training room. The floor is a patchwork of padded mats, and the walls are cluttered with everything from training dummies to racks of weapons. The space feels almost like a second home to him now—a place he’s come to respect, despite how much he still fights against it.

Cecil is already there, standing at the center of the room, his arms folded and his expression impassive as usual. Rex, though, doesn’t feel the same resentment he did when he first started. The anger is still there, simmering under the surface, but it’s different now. He’s gotten better, stronger, faster—and, god help him, he might even be starting to enjoy it.

"Let’s go," Cecil calls out, his voice firm, but there’s a slight edge of warmth in it now. "I want to see where you’re at."

Rex gives a half-hearted roll of his eyes, but his movements are quick as he strips off his hoodie and grabs his training gear. He’s learned the drill—work through the basics, sharpen his reflexes, refine his timing. It’s all routine at this point. He falls into the flow almost without thinking, the patterns ingrained in his muscles.

He steps onto the mats, facing Cecil, and the usual spark of defiance flares in his chest. But beneath it, there's something else—a growing respect, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Ready when you are," Rex mutters, cracking his neck and getting into his stance.

Cecil doesn’t waste time. “Let’s see that jab again.”

Rex narrows his eyes, trying to hide the flicker of hesitation. This isn’t the first time he’s been asked to throw a punch, but today something feels different. He moves, quick as a flash, aiming for Cecil’s shoulder.

Cecil catches it effortlessly, just like before, but there’s a subtle shift in his reaction. He doesn’t block the punch completely, instead guiding it away with a little more precision than he used to. Rex stumbles slightly, the impact still there, but it’s not the same. He’s not quite as off-balance anymore.

"Better," Cecil acknowledges, but his voice is as steady as ever. “Again.”

Rex’s jaw tightens as he resets, focusing this time. He throws another jab, and another, each time with more control. His form’s cleaner, sharper. His breathing is measured, his movements more fluid. There’s still frustration in his eyes, a reminder of how hard this all is for him. But he’s making progress.

By the end of the session, sweat is dripping down his face, and his muscles are sore, but Rex feels a sense of accomplishment. Cecil watches him, his gaze steady, but there’s a flicker of something almost proud there.

“Good,” Cecil says simply. “That’s enough for today.”

Rex stops, catching his breath, but there’s a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, whatever. Not bad for an old man.”

Cecil looks at him, arching an eyebrow. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like you actually know what you’re doing.”

Rex snorts but then, as if on some unspoken cue, he steps forward. “So, what’s next? Another round of your killer moves?”

Cecil gives him a look—a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re not going to stop calling me that, are you?”

Rex shrugs, a half-grin forming on his face. “Nope.”

There’s a long pause before Cecil approaches him, his hand reaching up to ruffle Rex’s hair—an almost fatherly gesture that Rex still doesn’t quite know how to handle. He stands stiffly at first, caught off guard by the contact. But then... something shifts. The usual irritation that comes with any of Cecil’s affectionate gestures seems to fade, replaced with a subtle warmth.

It’s fleeting, gone as quickly as it came, but Rex’s shoulders relax, and his gaze drops just slightly. He doesn’t want to admit that it feels... good, but he can’t deny it. He’s gotten used to these moments, even when he pretends not to care.

Cecil steps back, as if he doesn’t even notice the effect his touch has had. “Good work today. You’re not there yet, but you’re getting closer.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rex mutters, trying to push the weird feeling aside. “I know.”

They fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, and for the first time in weeks, Rex doesn’t feel the overwhelming urge to argue, to push back against everything Cecil says. It’s not like he’s changed overnight. He’s still the same reckless, defiant kid, but... maybe things are a little different now.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

As he starts to walk off the mats to get a towel, Rex runs a hand through his hair—unconsciously pushing it back into place after the ruffling. He doesn't look back at Cecil, but the faintest smile lingers on his face. He won’t admit it aloud, not ever. But he doesn’t mind being here. Doesn’t mind being trained by the old man.

At least for now, Rex knows he’s starting to become something more than just the kid with raw power. Maybe that’s what Cecil’s been trying to teach him all along.

[3:00. Two years later]

Rex steps into the sleek, minimalist halls of the Pentagon with a quiet, almost silent swagger. His modified GDA stealth trooper uniform fits him like a second skin, the sleek black fabric marked by strategic touches that make it his own—small leather accents at the seams, an asymmetrical pattern, and, most notably, the faint design of a serpent along the edge of the collar. It’s subtle but unmistakably Rex. His skills have only sharpened, his combat abilities becoming a terrifying blend of lethal precision and relentless speed.

The mission was a success. Another underground villainous scientist brought to justice, his twisted experiments silenced for good. It had been routine, more or less. But the silence in Rex’s chest after the takedown—after the final blow—had been louder than anything. Maybe it was the thrill of the fight, maybe it was just the lingering weight of a job done, but Rex knows it won’t last. That gnawing emptiness always finds its way back.

He brushes past a few high-ranking officials in the hallway, earning a brief glance or two, but no one dares to question him. The GDA had made sure he was on their side long ago. Besides, they all know better than to try to approach someone who's been through the kinds of hell Rex has.

A few steps into the command center, Rex finds Donald waiting by the door—his usual self, clean-cut, perpetually calm, and dressed in his classic suit. Rex nods at him, acknowledging the presence of Cecil’s right-hand man with a rare semblance of ease.

"Mission complete?" Donald’s voice is steady, almost disinterested, but there’s always that little undertone of curiosity when it comes to Rex.

Rex gives a quick nod, his usual nonchalance masking the exhaustion starting to creep into his bones. “Yeah. Clean sweep. No issues.”

"Good," Donald says, his smile twitching only slightly. "We’ll debrief you in a bit. But you know the drill." He glances at Rex's uniform with an appraising look. "That one suits you. Fitting, considering how much you've grown."

Rex smirks, a flicker of satisfaction passing over his face. “Takes more than a couple years to keep up with me.”

Donald chuckles softly, then glances toward the corridor beyond. “Cecil’s waiting for you in the office. He's heard about your success. Go on in.”

Rex's smirk fades, and the silence between him and Donald is brief but telling. The old man. Cecil. It’s been two years since the first time Rex stepped into that training room, begrudgingly learning from him, and though Rex would never admit it outright, there’s something... different now. He’s learned to appreciate the man—more than that, maybe. In ways Rex doesn't fully understand. Maybe he doesn’t want to.

He pushes open the door to Cecil's office and steps inside without ceremony. The soft hum of fluorescent lights fills the quiet space, and Cecil looks up from his desk, his expression unchanging but the faintest hint of something softer in his eyes. His graying hair, now a little more pronounced, and the lines etched deeper into his face are reminders that the man who once ruffled Rex’s hair like it was nothing, who taught him everything from how to hold a gun to how to stay calm under fire, was only getting older. But today, Rex’s gaze lingers on those eyes—the eyes that have become a little less distant over time.

“Rex.” Cecil’s voice is steady, as always, but there’s something almost fatherly about the way he says his name. “I heard about the mission. Well done.”

Rex stands there for a moment, the weight of his success almost too much to carry in the quiet space. He shrugs, trying to downplay the whole thing. “Yeah, no big deal. Just another day.”

Cecil chuckles softly, looking down at his paperwork before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Is that so? The last time you said that, you barely made it out in one piece. You’ve come a long way.”

Rex shifts on his feet, glancing at the floor for a moment. That nagging feeling in his chest returns—he doesn’t like how much it’s becoming a habit to come to this office, to face the quiet approval of the old man. But he doesn’t know how to walk away from it either. “Takes more than just some blood and sweat to take me down.”

“You’ve definitely proved that,” Cecil says with a nod. “But don’t let your pride get in the way of your progress. You’re still learning.”

Rex’s mouth twitches, resisting the urge to argue. “Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” His tone softens slightly, a rare glimpse of the kid he used to be before all this training, before the missions, before the blood. “Do you ever get tired of this?”

Cecil’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes flicker with something that Rex knows all too well—something that has been building between them, unspoken, for too long. “I never get tired of seeing you grow, Rex. You’re different now. Better. But the path ahead is long.”

Rex huffs, running a hand through his hair, only half-conscious of the fact that he's mirroring the gesture Cecil used to make when they were in the training room. “I’m getting there.”

Cecil rises from his chair, crossing the distance between them with ease. “Just keep moving forward. Keep learning. You’re more than just the kid you were when I first met you. You’ve proven that.”

Rex, unsure of how to respond, simply nods. The silence that follows feels strangely comfortable—like a bond that’s been forged in the fire of countless battles, both internal and external. He meets Cecil’s gaze briefly, the connection unspoken but undeniable.

Cecil doesn’t say anything more, but as Rex turns to leave, he stops in the doorway, his back still to Cecil. He feels the tension in his shoulders ease, the weight of the mission, of the job, starting to fade away.

“...Thanks,” Rex says under his breath.

Rex’s fingers lightly touch the door frame as he pauses, halfway out of the office. Cecil’s voice follows him, calm and commanding, breaking the silence that had been building between them.

“Rex.”

He turns back just enough to look over his shoulder, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face. Cecil’s hands rest on the edge of the desk, the old man leaning forward slightly with a subtle, concerned expression.

“You’ve been going hard for days now, nonstop. I know you like to push yourself, but you’re human, kid. You need rest,” Cecil says, his voice firm but not unkind.

Rex’s brow furrows slightly. "I’m fine. I can keep going."

Cecil stands up from behind his desk, his movements slow but purposeful. He’s always had a kind of calm authority, but there’s something deeper to it now, something that Rex can't ignore. The gentle way he places a hand on the back of his chair says everything—Cecil isn’t going to let this slide.

“You’ve been running yourself ragged.” Cecil’s gaze holds steady on Rex, sharp, but there’s an undercurrent of something softer in his eyes. “The mission’s over. For now, you’re off the clock. You need a break.”

Rex opens his mouth to protest, but Cecil raises a hand, silencing him with the simple weight of the command.

“I’m serious,” Cecil continues. “I don’t care how much you’ve been trained, how well-developed you are—your body needs time to recover. It’s not just about physical strength. It’s about your mind too. The constant grind will catch up with you, and when it does, it’ll be too late.”

For a long moment, Rex stands there, weighing the words in his head. He wants to argue, wants to keep pushing. It’s what he’s done for so long now—never stop, never let up. But something about the way Cecil is looking at him, the firm resolve in his stance, makes the argument die on his lips.

Rex’s shoulders drop slightly, his expression softening just the tiniest bit. “I don’t… really know what to do with myself, though,” he admits, almost as if the words are coming out before he can stop them.

Cecil's eyes soften, a glimmer of understanding flashing across his face. It’s a side of Rex he’s come to understand more and more over the years. The kid might be a trained weapon, capable of taking down anyone in his path, but he’s still figuring things out. Still finding his balance in a world that’s never quite stopped spinning since he was thrown into it.

“You don’t have to know what to do,” Cecil says, voice quieter now, almost like a father giving advice. “Just go. Take some time. Rest. Recharge. Do whatever you want. I don’t care. But you will take a break.”

Rex scoffs lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s such a small gesture, but it’s one of those things that hints at the vulnerability beneath the hardened exterior. “Alright. Fine. You win.”

Cecil’s lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. “I’m not trying to win, Rex. I’m just looking out for you.”

Rex turns his head away, trying to hide the slight shift in his expression, the softening of his usual indifference. “Yeah, whatever.”

The silence stretches again, but this time it feels... lighter. More familiar, in a way.

As Rex makes his way toward the door, he pauses and glances back at Cecil—hesitant, unsure how to express the appreciation he feels for the man who’s practically become his anchor, despite all the things he refuses to acknowledge.

“Thanks... for... looking out for me,” Rex mutters, almost under his breath.

Cecil doesn’t say anything right away, but his gaze is warm, genuine. “Anytime, kid. Just don’t work yourself to death, alright?”

Rex nods, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth before he steps out into the hallway. It’s still a long way to go before he can figure out the rest of his life, the rest of who he is, but for now, he knows one thing: he has to listen to the old man. At least for today. And maybe that’s enough.

For the first time in a long while, Rex feels like maybe he’s earned a few hours to himself.

[quackfallbackhq]

Rex Cockwarming Reader During a Phone Call

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex was struggling—really fucking struggling.

The phone was on speaker, the voice on the other end completely oblivious to what was happening. Meanwhile, Rex was impaled on you, his thighs trembling as you kept him firmly in place.

But what was worse?

Your hands were underneath him, gripping his waist as you slowly lifted him up—just an inch—before letting him drop back down.

Over and over again.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m listening," you said casually into the phone, your voice steady despite the way Rex was fighting for his life on top of you.

His fingers dug into your shoulders, his breath shaky as he tried so hard not to make a sound. Every time you lifted him, the head of your cock dragged against his sweet spot—and every time you dropped him back down, he had to bite his lip to stop a whimper from escaping.

He was melting—his body too sensitive, his hole stretched completely around you, twitching with every subtle movement.

"Rex?" the voice on the phone called.

His eyes shot open—fuck.

"Y-yeah?" he croaked, his voice strained, his body jerking slightly as you gave him a particularly slow, deep drop.

You were smirking, enjoying the way he was completely at your mercy.

"You good? You sound weird."

Rex’s face burned. He tried to steady himself, but the way you were working him over—not even fucking him, just using him as a cockwarmer while toying with him— it was too much.

"I—I'm fine," he lied, his voice breaking slightly.

You squeezed his waist, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against his heated skin before murmuring, "Good boy."

Rex’s breath hitched, his whole body shuddering—and if this call didn’t end soon, he was going to lose his mind.

"please continue"

awe shit..

notes- i want a subby rex so bad~

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May we have rex splode pining for an oblivious hero/coworker reader? Don’t forgot to drink some water today! ❤️

Rex X Oblivious!Reader

(I’m like snarling and cackling at my request inbox oooo you bitches are NAWT ready for what I have cooking)

(also thank you, I drank my friends entire water bottle over a single lunch in so hydrated 💪)

Drabble below the cut!

Rex isn’t subtle, literally walked right up to you the first day of your new job as a Guardian of the Globe and asked if you wanted to “see my room?”

”Yeah, sure!!” You were bright and affable, look at you already making friends!

Rex is a little surprised at how willing you are, but Amanda clocks your naïveté and tags along.

she hangs off your arm “Yknow, I’ve never seen your room either, Rex!”

Rex is like Amanda why are you cockblocking me wtf

Amanda knows something he doesnt

You have no idea he’s flirting with you.

This sort of thing keeps happening, with Rex directly propositioning you and you accepting, thinking he means something else, and a teammate noticing and coming to your rescue

This comes to a head when fucking SHAPESMITH is stepping in on your behalf

”Hey Y/n, think you’re tall enough to ride this ride?” He smirks down at you, leaning an arm against the wall in front of you

You beam up at him with a tilted head “Why don’t we find out?” Assuming he’s going to give you a piggy back ride or something

Shapesmith over here like “Yknow *I* rode a mechanical bull for the first time the other day.” Interrupting ass

He can’t take it anymore.

“SHAPESMITH, fuck. Off.”

He just grabs your hand and pulls you away, somewhere every superhero in the building isn’t trying to sabatoge him.

Honestly, getting cockblocked so many times means he’s actually spent a good deal of time with you

Enough to know that you’re overtly oblivious but also like, cool and fun or wtv

he has a crush on you

oh my god! He facepalms internally

hes an adult man with a teenage boy crush on you holy shit

so now you’re alone with him in his room, with the door locked so nobody busts down the door, and he’s trying his best not to scare the shit out of you

you don’t even think to be scared, this is Rex we’re talking about, he’s a good guy

in your opinion, at least ^^ - so now he’s like “He Y/n, I know we’ve been hanging out a lot lately, but like I really like you and I think you’re the dopest mofo on this team”

you just nod and smile, blinking plainly

”And what I mean by that is that I REALLY like you, like a lot.”

”Awww I like you too, Rex!”

His eye twitches, he’s not sure how to get through to you

“No like- I like-like you!”

this is what he’s been reduced to. Schoolgirl confessions. At nineteen. Fuck him.

He throws caution to the wall and grabs your hands, encasing them in his own and looking intensely into your eyes

it would be romantic if he didn’t look so damn frustrated

”I want to kiss you and take you on dates because you’re super nice and hot as hell!”

oh?

OH!

Your eyes widen and your entire face goes red

”Oh- that’s so sudden!”

he could die.

”Of course I’ll go out with you!”

and the kickef

”I’ve had a huge thing for you since my first day, I’ve been trying to get some alone time but everyone else always interrupts us!” You pouted, folding your arms before playfully winking at him.

for his trouble, you give him a kiss of the cheek before standing up and straightening your shirt

”How’s tomorrow?”

He just looks at you in shock

”Tomorrow’s good. Uh, yeah…. Tomorrows good.”

”Cool!” And with that you’re out the door, skipping off to go gab about your date plans with Amanda and Rudy.

and he’s left on his bed like

”What a person….” fucking dizzy heart eye smile goofy ass

hes So excited

(sorry this high key plays out like a looney toons episode <3)

[typhoons-mess]

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